Haruno took Ino's advice about how to dress. She was just putting on self-supporting stockings, knowing perfectly well that Kakashi would probably be late by at least an hour, so she took her time with the clothes, not to get dirty. She also opted for black, lace underwear and a matching red, tight-fitting dress that will fit perfectly to her body, fitting closely to every curve. However, once she put it on, she encountered a problem, and that was the zipper that she couldn't reach. So, she decided to zip up the zipper before putting on the scrap of fabric, but it turned out to be stuck in the hip area. She sighed resignedly and took off her dress one more time, then tossed it on the couch of her small living room connected to the kitchen.

It was close to eight o'clock, but Sakura didn't expect Kakashi to come for her in time. After all, he was a master of being late to all important events. No wonder that Sakura didn't care too much about the fact that she was now walking in only her underwear, and besides, she was at home. She could have asked Ino to help with the preparations, and she probably would have looked great, but her friend would likely have figured out who the target of her mission was right away...

And it was a good cause... to look under Kakashi's mask. She had to admit that it kind of turned her on and that's why she decided to doll herself up, and so she painted her eyelashes with mascara and smeared her lips with peach-flavoured lip gloss and didn't do the rest of the makeup because she couldn't quite match the foundation. She washed and combed her hair, and after much thought, decided to leave it loose, as it still escaped her from every possible pin-up.

And so, there was only one problem left for her -— the dress. The shoes were waiting for her politely at the door, and since she hadn't worn high heels in years, she had a feeling that they would graze her horribly. She was mentally preparing for it when there was a soft knock on the door.

She froze.

She glanced at her watch — eight o'clock.

She looked at the sloppy dress on her couch.

Haruno bit her lower lip, clearly panicked.

"Sakura?" She heard his muffled voice outside the door.

"Wait a minute!" she screamed, though her voice sounded rather squeaky.

"Did something happen?" His tone clearly suggested something.

Sakura cursed under her breath and reached for this unfortunate dress. Finally, she put it on unzipped.

She went to the door and opened it, pulling the material down a little bit as it kept coming up. It should have been halfway down her thighs, but the lining slipped over her stockings.

Kakashi at least looked surprised.

"Why don't you come in for a minute?" she suggested, fluttering her eyelashes.

The man walked past her, and Sakura noticed that for once she had a chance to see him in something other than a supervisor jōnin outfit, which was more like an ordinary pair of pants and a T-shirt he usually wore under his vest, but it was a nice change anyway. There were also no additional panniers strapped to the belt. And thanks to that, he looked like an ordinary Konoha inhabitant, not the famous Copy Ninja. Well... if it weren't for that hideous mask that was destroying this beautiful sight. He even lacked a forehead protector so his hair fell loosely.

She closed the door behind him and leaned against it, feeling her breath catch in her throat. She developed an additional plan as she couldn't handle it herself, and besides... it would be a good start to her mission.

"I have a little request," she began shyly, and Kakashi turned and looked her up and down, which he had done the first time she opened the door for him, but now his gaze was gliding slowly, stopping at different parts of her body.

"What is it?" he asked, when his eyes returned to her face, a smirk danced on his lips.

Then Haruno turned her back to him and looked at him over her shoulder from under the fan of long, black eyelashes.

"Could you please zip me up?" she hoped the question sounded tempting.

Hatake looked at the bare back of the young woman with a hungry gaze, and her question, to a man whose mind was filled with various erotic overtones, sounded like a request that he couldn't refuse.

He stepped closer, and when Sakura turned her green eyes away from him, Kakashi pretended to stumble and bump into her, though he actually did so on purpose.

"Sorry," he murmured directly in her ear.

Their bodies clung to each other. Her mouth was dry with the sensation, and he relished her shyness and closeness.

"It's all right," she whispered breathlessly.

Kakashi moved away a bit, just enough not to push his hips against her, but still letting her feel his closeness. He inhaled her stunning floral scent of perfume, still smiling as if he had just discovered her secret.

He ran the top of his index finger down her naked back and she shuddered. He slid it even further, just above her buttocks to grab the zipper and close it, but he took his time. Especially when he noticed Sakura's breathing hard. His hands slowly moved up her back — one under the fabric, pulling the lining out of the way, and the other on the outside, tempting just like the one underneath. The zipper ended just above her lace bra.

It felt as if the caress lasted forever, though it was far too short an experience for him. He wanted to touch her again.

"Sakura," he murmured directly into her hair.

"Mm?" she replied, unable to form any words.

"My toe hurts after that stumble," he said, taking a step backwards.

Haruno turned and looked into his eyes, and he noticed her dilated pupils with satisfaction.

"Which one?" she asked, looking down.

"The biggest one of the left foot," he replied.

Sakura thought that this might be her next opportunity, so she looked into his dark eye once more, and then crouched in front of him, summoning the healing chakra that she began to press into his left foot.

Kakashi rested his hand against the door, especially since Haruno wasn't going to stop at the act of healing. Because she realized that when she crouched, her head was on the level of his crotch. She smiled slyly and leaned forward. She rested her forehead against the slight bulge in his pants, apparently, he hadn't had a full erection yet. As she moved her hands up his feet, perfectly sensing that nothing hurt him, she rubbed against his penis, as if she had done it unconsciously.

There was a soft rumble of approval in her ears, but she pretended not to hear it, so as she ran her hands back to his finger, she rubbed her forehead against his crotch again. He sighed. It was a really soft noise, but she heard it clearly. So, she decided to take it a step further and pretended to be off balance herself. She turned her head so that her face fell directly on his erection, and Kakashi groaned.

"Does your toe still hurt?" she muttered, moving her lips where the bulge grew larger and larger.

And then she pulled back a little so as not to let him know that she was doing it on purpose.

"No..." he said in a low, guttural voice.

"Good," she said, and stood up, her breasts sliding up his legs and rubbing against his crotch until she straightened up and took a step back.

She dared to look into his eye, which, if at all possible, grew even darker. He was staring at her as if he was about to devour her whole.

Sakura smiled at him innocently.

"Glad you're feeling better," she said, then walked over to the wall by the door, where her black high heels stood in front of the shoe rack.

She leaned in, poking her ass toward him so he could admire her stockings as well as a scrap of her lace panties. As she fastened the straps on her shoes, she heard an unidentified noise from his throat. Something like 'oh man.'

Kakashi was on the brink of losing himself. If he didn't know his student better, he would have thought that maybe she was just trying to pick him up. But her actions made it clear that she was demanding something he knew all too well. And he thought she knew perfectly well how to make a man tick. First, she deliberately induced an erection on him, and then she poked herself and started putting on her shoes. Oh, he was doomed... She was wearing stockings!

"Sakura?"

"Hm?" she muttered.

"My curiosity is eating me up," he said, and she straightened and looked at him. "If you are going to celebrate your almost victory only with me..., why are you dressed up like that?"

She blinked in surprise. "Isn't that obvious, sensei?" she replied in that coquettish tone of hers.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow.

Sakura came closer, and he was surprised to notice that in these shoes she no longer reached his shoulders, but the tip of his nose. Their mouths now had quite a shorter route to get through.

"Ino pointed it out to me today," she said, as if nothing big had happened. "And I agreed that she was right. I really need a boyfriend."

His heart beat in his chest. It definitely isn't about you, you moron! He thought, although his train of thought flew the other way anyway, and the vision of their night together definitely appealed to him.

"Ah, yes?" he gasped as he regained his breath.

Sakura nudged her index finger against his chest.

"That's why I think the place where you take me will be full of good-looking men," she said, wiggling her eyebrows significantly, then laughed.

He had no choice but to answer her with a beaming smile.

~*~

They had been sitting in the bar for an hour or so. Sakura told him about how difficult it was for her to get through the second stage of the exam, as well as who she had to face. Every now and then she leaned over to him and whispered conspiratorially that the jurors were a bit unfair. Although, considering how many shots this girl had poured into herself, Hatake was almost sure that she was just gibbering. And besides... the bar was full of young men, for whom Sakura had dressed in such a provocative way and everyone was devouring her with their eyes, but somehow, she wasn't particularly interested in them and kept talking to him all the time. He wondered hadn't she deceived him... Maybe she dressed like that for him?

"Kakashi-sensei," she whispered in his ear.

"Hm?"

Suddenly her hand was on his shoulder. He didn't pay too much attention to it, because Sakura was touching him every now and then. And it even happened that her hand landed on his stomach, only to slide lower after a while. Or was leaning against his shoulder. Then she ran her hand over his, mentioning that she had never had such a strong man with her before. The conclusion was simple — Sakura was drunk.

And this time her hand slipped over his chest, and their gazes crossed.

"Ino mentioned something to me," she said a moment before her free hand encircled the glass and poured its contents into her mouth.

"About what?" he asked, although Sakura's friend wasn't the object of his interest.

He noticed the blush on her cheeks, but she was actually drunk, and her face had been beaming for some time.

"She's an expert in this field."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow as he raised his own glass to his lips and sipped the colourless liquor through the mask.

"You know... she knows a lot about things..." Sakura broke off and looked around, completely unaware that the only revelation in the bar was she herself. "...bed things."

Kakashi suppressed himself from laughing. Somehow it was difficult for him to imagine a knowledgeable twenty-year-old, although he practiced his abilities when he was even younger, wanting to improve another of his techniques. And he seems to have achieved it, since none of his "conquests" complained, even when he constantly kept forgetting their names.

"Really?" he asked, with his lips curling into a smirk.

"Yes! She knows the skills of probably every jōnin in the village," she announced fascinated. "Including yours."

Kakashi, who had just taken a sip from another glass, choked.

"Oh, sensei," Sakura gasped and patted him on the back, then the same hand moved back to his shoulder. "Are you okay now?"

Kakashi nodded.

How did Ino know about his abilities?

In fact, he didn't care, he was more interested in what Sakura was aiming for.

"She mentioned you were good at it," she murmured as her other hand landed on his thigh. "She also told me that I should find someone to fuck me so that I wouldn't walk all the time so sour, but she tells me that every time we meet!" She took her right hand from his shoulder and waved dismissively, while her left hand gripped his thigh tighter.

"Have you already considered someone?" he asked, then quickly poured another glass into himself.

He waited for her to say that all this time she meant him.

"And then she had a brilliant idea!" she laughed. "She said that since you are my coach anyway, you could teach me some tricks in this area too!"

There we go, Kakashi thought slyly.

"In what field?" A malicious smirk twisted his lips.

Sakura blinked in surprise.

"Well..." she stammered and looked down, then her hand moved closer to his crotch. "About bed things."

"Ah, that's what you mean," he said, savouring her touch where he wanted it to be. "I can train you on how long to sleep, to oversleep for every important meeting. No problem. You just lie down and sleep."

He shrugged, though the mischievous smirk didn't disappear from his lips.

"Sensei!" Sakura groaned and took her hand from his crotch. "I'm hungry..."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow at her suspiciously.

"In what sense?"

Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Hey, bartender!" she shouted, waving her hand at the man behind the counter where they were both sitting; then looked at Kakashi. "I'm really hungry. My stomach is rumbling, you know?"

And then she offhandedly pressed his head against her stomach. Kakashi stared at the edge of her dress, which was revealing her stockings and the triangle of her lace panties. But in fact, her belly gurgled.

"Okay, I hear it," he said, and then she let go of him.

Hatake tightened his hand on her thigh to straighten himself, and when he did, he moved his hand subconsciously to the top of her thighs, rubbing his fingers against the fabric of her underwear. Sakura sighed softly.

"Maybe wild sex is really what I need the most right now," she said, and Kakashi grinned so as not to burst out laughing.

His apprentice was getting bolder and he wasn't entirely sure if it was only alcohol's fault.

Haruno looked around the room and then fixed her eyes on her teacher.

"But there aren't too many good-looking men here," she said with a shrug.

"What a pity," he said sarcastically, reaching for another glass.

"Barman!" Sakura screamed, and the mentioned one was in front of her in a fraction of a second.

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyes wandering at her defiant attire.

Hatake sincerely wanted to put his eyes out.

"I want an ice cream!" Sakura moaned.

Kakashi choked on his drink again. He looked at the woman by his side, his mouth gaped open.

The bartender cleared his throat, probably misunderstanding it, just like Hatake.

"Sorry, I don't think I heard it properly," the man replied.

"No crisps... you have them open for a month or so, and then you serve your customers so stale... and besides, I'm hot and I want to cool down somehow, so I'll have some ice cream. Preferably one on a stick," specified Haruno.

"Girl... it's not a grocery store," muttered the unhappy bartender.

Sakura rolled her eyes.

"But I'm hungry..."

"It's not my problem. We don't serve ice cream here, just stale crisps and occasional cake," the man replied.

"What kind of cake?"

The man considered. "Creamy. And it's from the refrigerator," he said.

"I'll have a cake then."

The man disappeared into the back room.

Sakura turned her green eyes to Kakashi and fluttered the fan of her long lashes. Hatake sighed.

"And you?" she looked at him questioningly.

Kakashi shook his head.

"No need," he replied.

After a while, the bartender came back from the back room and placed a plate of cake in front of Sakura, then handed a long teaspoon from behind the counter, one of those often served in coffee shops to latte.

Sakura smiled radiantly at the man behind the counter, who bowed his head and left, once again giving the young woman an interested look, especially her large cleavage. Kakashi fought back the urge to bring a kunai out and put the man's eyes out... and then he remembered that he had left all the weapons at home; as something told him that the Hokage wouldn't have any missions for Team Seven for a while. Especially after the one from two weeks ago... Kakashi looked back at his student and froze.

Sakura cut a piece of cake, which she put into her mouth, then slowly slipped the teaspoon from between her lips, and when she noticed a piece of cream on it, she licked it with the tip of her tongue. And once more. Another piece, she slowly slipped it into her mouth again, then pulled it out and licked it off.

Kakashi swallowed loudly, watching her with interest, and his pants became too tight once again in a certain place.

"Kakashi-sensei," she said, looking at him from under her lashes. "Don't you want to taste it?"

She licked her lips in a tempting way. Hatake stared at her mouth with hungry eyes. Of course, he really wanted to taste, but he wasn't after the cake. Though the thought of using the same spoon as she was tempting too.

"I'm not hungry," he replied.

"It's a pity," she sighed, resigned, and took a little bit more, opening her mouth wider, and Kakashi had to keep his imagination in check.

This time, she didn't thoroughly lick the leftovers off the spoon, but looked at him. He noticed a little cream in the corner of her mouth. He didn't know why, but suddenly he reached out his hand towards her and scooped up some sweetness from her lips with his thumb. Sakura looked at his finger surprised.

"There's some left," she said, then leaned in and took his thumb into her mouth.

Kakashi exhaled heavily, staring at her darkly. And Sakura, as if nothing had happened, sucked his fingertip, and then moved the tip of her tongue over it. Hatake lowered his head, eyes closed. Hell, it felt so good when she was licking his thumb, let alone if...

His finger slipped from her mouth with a soft sucking sound. He felt himself getting more and more turned on. What was she doing to him?

Sakura drank another glass, and when she turned towards him, she lost her balance and leaned on him... probably quite accidentally putting her hand on his crotch. Kakashi shuddered and told himself it was just a case when her hand grabbed his cock through the fabric of his pants. She was drunk after all.

"Kakashi-sensei," she whispered in his ear. "I feel faint... will you take me home?"

And she fell right on his knees unconscious.

Hatake had no choice but to take her in his arms and leave the bar, leaving his money on the counter.

~*~

Sakura only pretended to be unconscious, although she was still dizzy from the excess of alcohol, so she enjoyed his strong arms with pleasure. She put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Kakashi..." she muttered.

"Hm?"

"Are you taking me home?"

"Yup," he replied.

I think I went too far with alcohol..."

"Definitely."

"Sorry..."

"No problem."

"I must be a big trouble for you... now because of me you can't find another lover for yourself..."

Kakashi smiled mysteriously. "Then... I'll focus on you," he announced, making her heart race.

"I think I'm going to throw up right now..." she stammered.

"Too bad, we're almost in place."

"You mean my home?" she asked, though she felt as if the contents of her stomach were about to reach her throat at any time.

"Something like that," he mumbled, looking at her pale face.

Sakura breathed in his pleasant and masculine scent into her nostrils, savouring his closeness.

After a while, Sakura was woken up by the click of the lock on the door. She opened her eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room. She glanced at Kakashi, who settled her comfortably on the couch in the living room, then carefully removed her shoes, then disappeared into the kitchen.

Sakura got up and sat down. She glanced after him, wondering if he had just brought her into his apartment. The thought pleased her because something told her that in her house, she might have encountered a few onlookers, such as Ino, for whom the words 'I can't reveal the details of this mission' was never enough and she always pushed the subject.

Kakashi appeared in the room with a glass of water in his hand, which he handed her.

"You're not sleeping?" He was surprised.

"I feel much better, thank you," she muttered.

She took a sip of water from the glass, then set it down on the table. Kakashi was leaning against the wall by the door leading to his... probably bedroom, or maybe a bathroom?

Sakura wondered how to play it out. She couldn't, as if nothing had happened, get up and run towards him... Maybe he put her on the couch completely unnecessarily, or maybe ...

"I feel it's getting worse..." she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.

Kakashi rushed to her and helped her up, then led her across the living room, but just as he was about to open the bathroom door, Sakura pushed him against the wall, climbed on her toes, and placed a kiss on his masked lips, which she wanted to taste at all costs.

Suddenly, a thought struck her — how did Kakashi kiss other women, always through a mask?

She gripped the edge of his mask, but he blocked her hands. Sakura let out a soft moan of disappointment.

"I want to taste your lips," she whined.

Kakashi smirked. "Sakura..."

"If you don't let me, I'll taste you a different way!" she hissed irritated.

Hatake frowned.

"Sakura, that's not what I mean..." he began, but when she crouched down in front of him and offhandedly tugged at his pants, he froze. "Sakura, what are you... doing?"

Her hands reached boldly under his pants, and when her slender hand gripped the head of his cock, he groaned.

"Sakura, no... I..." he gasped as her hand began to slide along his impressive length. "Ah..." He groaned, then pulled her up. "Sakura, no!" he hissed at her.

She frowned. "But... sensei..."

Kakashi smiled charmingly at her, then reached into his pocket for his forehead protector, which he tied it over her eyes.

"Sensei... what are you..." she muttered, but he cut her off.

He pressed a kiss on her lips, and she realized with horror that she no longer tasted his alcohol-drenched mask.