Kujiira looked up at the open window, the periwinkle blue curtain dancing serenely in the wind. She thought of how funny it was that Kakashi even matched his curtains to his clothing. It was too bad that he couldn't keep his room clean. She vaguely remembered falling into a waist deep pile of wrinkled clothing and coming out of it with a pair of his briefs attached to the side of her head because of the dreaded static electricity.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, she jumped to the sill of Kakashi's window, meaning to inform him of Lady Tsunade's new mission orders. The man of the hour was sitting against the head of his bed, legs stretched out in front of him, and Icha Icha in hand. Kujirra noticed, however, that his face was scrunched up in what looked to be unbearable pain.
“Kakashi-kun, are you al-”
“Nyaah-ah!”
Kujirra's face turned a lovely shade of red as she realized what she had walked in on. Embarrassed, Kakashi had also looked up to lock eyes with her upon hearing her voice. He would have stopped himself, but it was far too late for that.
“Kujiira?” Kakashi shook the dozing woman. “Kujiira, wake up.”
“Huh, what!” Kujiira shot up in her bed, banging her forehead against Kakashi's nose. “Oh! Kakashi, I'm so sorry I walked in on you! Ew, don't touch me! Go wash your hands!” Kujiira rolled off the other side of the bed as Kakashi stretched out a hand to calm her down.
“What are you talking about? Wash my hands?” He looked down at his hands, encased in his fingerless gloves.
Kujiira finally took the time to sit up on the floor and take in her surroundings. She was definitely in her own bedroom, and not Kakashi's. She also realized that if the scene had been real, even in that position Kakashi would have sensed her presence the second she appeared below his window. He was a jounin after all. She cursed herself, coming to the conclusion that she had just had another wet dream about the man who had been enveloping her mind in a myriad of naughty thoughts.
“S-Sorry Kakashi.” Kujiira peeked over the edge of the bed sheepishly as she rose to her feet. “Dream.” She quickly scuttled to the bathroom to brush her teeth, not wanting Kakashi to catch her blushing.
“A dream, huh?” Kakashi smirked through his mask as he watched Kujiira disappear behind the bathroom door.
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“May I ask why you are one and half hours late?” Tsunade glared at Kakashi from behind her desk, hands folded to a point in front of her.
“For once, it wasn't my fault.” Kakashi casually stuffed his hands in his pockets, putting Kujiira on the spot.
“Sorry Lady Hokage. I know it is a dumb excuse, but my alarm didn't go off.” Kujiira sent a glare to her side, at the man now leaning against the wall like a big, lazy cat.
“Yes, it seems that she was dreaming.” Kakashi quirked a brow in Kujiira's direction, mischief glinting in his eye. He noticed Kujiira's immediate color change, and how she began to fidget with her sleeves.
“Just don't let it happen again.” Tsunade looked back and forth between the two skeptically before giving the details of their latest mission.
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Kakashi and Kujiira sailed through the trees with ease, but the situation was awkward. Kujiira hadn't spoken a word to the silver-haired sex bomb since they left Tsunade's office. She wasn't as mad at him as she was at herself. She was a special-jounin for crying out loud! She shouldn't be letting things like that happen, she should be able to have complete control over her body....shouldn't she?
The forest transformed to sand as they crossed the Konoha\Suna border. They were to accompany Gaara's siblings as escorts to the young Kazekage. It seemed he didn't trust anyone else from his village with the duty, and needed more than two shinobi to accompany him. He had requested Naruto, but seeing as he was probably half way through Orochimaru's lair, Kujiira had been his replacement.
“I guess it would be in our good judgment to set up camp now.” Kakashi came to halt, admiring the small oasis they had come up on.
“Right.” Kujiira offered a quick response as she began to fiddle with the contents of her pack.
“Need a ration?” Kakashi, trying to be friendly, offered up one of his food rations.
“Thanks.” Kujiira forced a small smile, taking the ration from her friend.
Kakashi frowned. He wasn't used to Kujiira being so...shy. He would half to do something to remedy the situation. Pulling out his beloved Icha Icha brought an idea to his mind. He smiled to himself as he glanced over the pages to watch Kujiira slip into her sleeping bag. He waited until he was sure she was fast asleep and rolled out his own bag, particularly close to hers. He then prayed to Kami that no enemy ninja would ambush them and set forth with his plan.
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Kujiira stirred, her eyes fluttering open. The sound of quick, husky grunts coming from her right urged her to roll over and find the source. She gasped and quickly hid her face in her sleeping bag, hoping Kakashi hadn't noticed her. She dared another peek over the edge of the cloth, a spark of sudden pleasure coursing through her. Kakashi was sprawled out on top of his bag, Icha Icha in one hand, and leisurely stroking himself with the other. Her heart almost bounced out of her chest when he looked directly at her.
“See something you like?” Kakashi's voice came out in a low, ragged timber. He had been teasing himself for an hour now and had been just about ready to wake the woman himself.
“I-I-I” Kujiira was lost for words. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her body felt like molten lava.
“Don't be shy.” Kakashi took her hand, guiding it towards his lower half. The sensation of her hand wrapped around him made him hiss. When she didn't make any movements, he bucked his hips impatiently, throwing his head back at the feeling.
Kujiira licked her lips. This was another dream wasn't it. Her eyes widened even further as her body moved of its own accord, crawling out of her bag and over to Kakashi. She nervously gave him a few slow strokes, reveling in the way his breath caught in his throat.
“Kujiira...” Kakashi's words trailed off into a wobbly moan as his body begged for more.
“Kakashi?” Kujiira released him, tilting her head up to look at him.
“It's alright. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” He twitched as he gazed down at the look of innocence that was spread across her face. Kakashi didn't want to pressure her into anything, but damn did that look turn him on. He clenched the edge of his sleeping bag in his fist, hoping she would make her decision fast so he could at least go and relieve himself else where.
“I want to.” Kujiira sat up on her knees, looking directly into Kakashi's eyes. His own eyes turned to saucers as she gently rolled down his mask and captured his lips in a hungry kiss. Kujiira hoped that this time, it really wasn't a dream. When Kakashi pinched her ass, she was proven otherwise.
