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“That one.”

A slow sip of her drink gave Sakura the confidence to follow Kakashi’s painfully obvious line of sight. She knew he did this on purpose to make the game that much harder for her before she had a few drinks in her. He could be an absolute bastard when he wanted to be. 

Sure enough, down the length of the bar, near the very end, sat a man who did indeed suit her tastes. If nothing else, Kakashi knew her very well. The man was the brooding sort she positively adored, excessively vigilantly of the characters around him. His green eyes flit this way and that, and he cringed beneath the arm of his overly enthusiastic companion, but was still drinking, nonetheless. 

Her eyes trailed up to the flow of pale blond hair that brushed his shoulders, and Sakura sucked her teeth, tossing aside her straws to take a proper swig of her fruity mixed drink. Brows raised, she turned to Kakashi, who sat with smile-crinkled eyes. 

The man was shameless. Sakura could only imagine the mischievous grin that likely lined his lips. 

“You only suggested a night out so I would foot the bill, didn’t you?”

Kakashi pressed slender fingers to his chest in mock surprise. 

“Why, whatever do you mean?”

This man did love his games. Sakura reclined on her barstool, eyeing his own tuft of silver hair. Her imagination ran wild with thoughts of running her fingers through it, pulling it and him to the ground before her, and forcing him to beg her forgiveness for wasting her time. Or slamming it down onto the bar next to them. Whichever, really. The violence must have been reflected in her eyes because he laid a heavy hand atop her own. 

“You know I don’t do blonds, Kakashi.”

Kakashi hummed, stoking the back of her hand with calloused fingers.

“Did I know that?” The asshole tilted his head, pretending to search for a recollection of her tastes. She assumed so, anyway. “Is it because you wish it was Ino or because you wish it were me?”

Sakura narrowed her eyes and pressed her hand to the lower half of his face, a gesture he made sure to take advantage of by kissing her hand through his mask. If there was anything Kakashi had in abundance, it was audacity. She rewarded his nerve with a shove that rocked his chair and called the attention of the patrons around them, and he did nothing to stop her. 

Sakura shined a fake, sheepish smile at them until they turned away, then rounded on Kakashi with a scowl. 

“If I wanted it to be you, it would be you.”

“Oh?”

The two were interrupted by the sudden appearance of the bartender, sitting a long overdue shot to Kakashi’s left that Sakura picked up and tossed back. She hopped off her stool with a small grunt and called to the bartender that Kakashi was ready to pay. 

Maybe Kakashi did know her a little too well. But that was okay. After tonight, she’d show him a thing or two about wishes. 

Sakura was roused from her sleep by the savory scent of bacon, something her waking mind failed to identify as strange. 

Until she did. 

The young woman shot up from her bed and dressed in a frenzy, panicking with the knowledge that she lived alone. 

As she ran through the hall, Sakura surveyed the bevy of her eclectic decorations to ensure everything was present, only to stop short when she reached the kitchen. 

Standing at her stove, completely nude and with his back to her, was Kakashi. Sakura could have hit herself. Of course, it was Kakashi. He’d come home with her last night. Except that it couldn’t be Kakashi because he never stayed after one of their romps. It was like a rule for him to rearrange her guts but be gone before she woke. Yet here he was, her personal wingman in all his domestic glory, cooking what seemed to be a full breakfast.

Sakura cocked her head slightly to the side, licking the corner of her mouth as she surveyed the swell of his toned ass. She recalled the night and how she dragged her nails across the plump skin to create the welts that were present in little pink lines now. She recognized the tune he was humming as her ringtone and wondered if he had turned off her phone by chance because it was rare that a work call didn’t wake her. 

She stayed where she was, worried that her speaking might startle him into injury. 

Then suddenly, as she admired his backside, he froze and whipped around, spatula in hand. Sakura raised her brows in surprise, just as startled by his roundabout as he was to see her. 

“Fuck,” he said. “I caught your reflection in the microwave.”

Sakura looked past his head to the microwave and found that she could, indeed, see her reflection in the glass. A laugh bubbled from her throat, and she threw out a calming hand in apology. 

“I’m so fucking sorry!” Sakura laughed. “I didn’t want to scare you and make you burn yourself or something.”

Kakashi took a deep breath and expelled the air in a raspberry, shooting her a sharp look. She ignored him in favor of eyeing his flaccid cock, nice even outside of a sexual setting. Rare for any many. Kakashi huffed and returned to his cooking, depriving her of her view of his pretty cock or his beautiful face. A pity. 

“You’re still her.”

Sakura didn’t mince words. She sat at her kitchen table, eyeing his backside and the tension that lined his back when she spoke. He continued to prepare two plates, leaving her question to linger in the space between them.  

Rarely had she seen Kakashi at a loss for words, so this wasn’t likely to be that. Maybe it was that he was considering how to respond. Or perhaps, he had been hoping she wouldn’t say anything the way she did after every time they slept together. Her musings were interrupted by his setting the table, and for a moment, she wondered if, now, he regretted being naked. But this was Kakashi she was talking about. He’d be ashamed of being nude when pigs flew. 

Instead of sitting down, he stepped toward her, putting her in almost direct eye line with his bare crotch. 

“Should I stay, or should I go?”

Green eyes trailed up his body, paying particular attention to his midsection before meeting his smirk with her own. 

“You tell me. You’re the one who always goes.”

Kakashi pouted his full lips, giving her puppy eyes that had no authenticity behind them. 

“Will you ask me to stay?”

Sakura grabbed his thigh, massaging it softly and leaning closer to his stiffening cock with a smile. 

“If that’s what you wish .”

Kakashi groaned, throwing his head back but inching his hips forward subtly. 

“What can I do to get you to let this go?”

Sakura laughed. “Absolutely nothing.”