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A/N: It's been forever, but hey, not as long as last time! Only reason I'm updating this one instead of DOM is because I already had over 1000 words done for months on this. Basically where I've been is, I fell into the OUAT fandom pretty hard. It took a few months to shake that kick but then I was in full swing Convention mode, getting multiple cosplays ready as well as Game of Thrones season being practically like a second job for me. Anywho, most of that is done now, so here we are!

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Hinata sat in her room that night, contemplating the day's events. So many conflicting emotions ran through her, it was hard to tell what to make of any of it.

Kakashi...

Well, was it really possible that he liked her- as more than an attractive girl? That in it's self, was something she was having trouble processing, but she could no longer deny the man's interest was more than typical. Hinata's common sense told her no, this was always just physical, yet his actions said differently, his friends said differently...

He told her to leave.

He cared enough to send her away, even if it had left her more hurt than relieved. The worst part was, that it did hurt. She had seen him around town since that fateful day and he regarded her with an air of indifference. The pain she felt in her chest when his eye met hers and then, just as quickly, slide away with no flinch of emotion, it was more than she ever thought possible.

It was never supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be simple, and yet at no point could it ever be described as such. But what to do now? How to move forward, and to what ends?

Kurenai told her to pursue him. He was self deluded and liked her more than he could ever say. Hinata admitted that there could be some truth to that, but what did she want? Physically, her body told her quite plainly what, and that was the silver haired Jounin, naked in her bed while he did all sorts of unmentionable things to her.

Hinata's face flushed, thinking of the man that had occupied so many of her thoughts of late. He was so strong, and knew just what to do with her to make her lose control. He was like a drug. She'd never imagined it could be like that, with anyone. Never imagined that passion could ever over take and make her forget all inhibitions, and yet with Kakashi, everything felt right. It felt safe, and free from judgment or criticism. She felt truly desired and wanted, and that... that made her feel more confidant and, well, sexy, more than she'd ever felt before.

Hinata squirmed in her bed. This would not do.

She wanted him. She had to admit that to herself, and perhaps by admitting that... No, that was not enough. This feeling would not be squelched simply by thinking it away.

She wanted him.

She needed to have him.

Perhaps then... perhaps then she'd find some peace? Or relief? Or... or-

What if he made her happy?

It was a novel thought. What if she could move on from Naruto? It was obvious now that she liked more than one man. What if being with Kakashi could help her forget? What if everything she dreamed about with Naruto could be dreamed about with Kakashi? Would he accept that from her? Would he want what she wanted? He liked her, but how much?

It was... There were too many questions. She needed to stop. Stop thinking, stop worrying, stop comparing. What she knew was, she liked Kakashi. She liked him more strongly than she'd ever had expected possible, and he liked her. He liked her as more than just a student, as more than just a toy, and as more than just a woman. He liked her.

She couldn't let that go.

Wouldn't.

...And damn was he sexy.

Hinata twisted beneath her sheets. It was painfully obvious what she had to do, and there was no way she was taking no as an answer.

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Kakashi entered his apartment in the late afternoon. It had been an average day of training but he couldn't hide from himself that he'd been pushing his team excessively for the last few weeks, even if at this point, they could easily take it. However, it was no question why, he knew that perfectly, and his team created the perfect outlet for him to release his pent up frustration.

It all came down to the image of a certain indigo haired kunoichi. The young woman had been plaguing his dreams more and more as each interaction left him increasingly unsatisfied and now hollow and empty. He wouldn't call it love, that word had long been wiped from his future, but this need... It was something that quite frankly was starting to scare him. It was so unnatural to what he was used to.

Was this the thrill of the chase, as Genma would call it. A woman playing hard to get, driving his desires to that next level? But that wouldn't make any sense. Hinata had, or rather, was willing to give herself to him.

He could have had her.

But he passed her up.

And now he was left with his sexual frustration that he wouldn't even think of satisfying with anyone but that beauty he couldn't go a day without seeing. It was like she was trying to torture him. Punish him for everything he'd done to humiliate her this passed month. He was sorry, he really was. He never meant to hurt her. Everything had just become so confused that he'd ended up making a fool of himself, and now she hated him.

Really, he didn't know why he tortured himself so. He needed to put this behind him. Move on. She was just another girl, after all. What made her so special?

Even as he made the thought, he knew he was lying.

Hinata was different.

She was special... and she'd been trusting enough to share that something with him.

He'd seen a side of her no one else had. And for what ever reason, he cherished that. He wanted that. Wanted her to be his.

A sound in the other room interrupted his thoughts. He was not alone. Instantly Kakashi was on guard, pulling a kunai from his pouch and gliding towards the other room. He pushed the door to his bedroom open, carefully glancing to his mirror, giving him the full view of his room from where he stood. What he saw, was not at all what he expected.

There was no intruder but only Hinata, in his room. She sat there, cross legged on his bed with her hands clasped in her lap. Kakashi quickly returned his kunai and entered the room proper, not sure what to make of this odd turn.

The girl looked up as soon as the door swung open. Her eyes were wide and hesitant while her body flushed with embarrassment.

"Hinata?" Kakashi asked curiously. "Why are you here?"

"I- I'm not..." The girl looked away. Kakashi watched as her fist clenched in the cloth of her jacket. Her head turned back. "Kakashi," she said at last, forcing herself to stand. "Here."

Her hand reached up and quickly unzipped her jacket. Kakashi's eyes widened as she shrugged it off, drinking in the sight of her skin flushing pink, almost matching the lacy red bra she revealed. At the back of his mind it registered that he new exactly which pair of panties went with the set.

She took a step forward, her head slightly ducked.

"I don't understand," Kakashi said, stopping her while another part of him was telling him to just shut up.

"Kakashi, we, we have some, unfinished business."

Her eyes shifted up to meet his and the man swallowed. His mind raced to find the right words, but everything sounded stupid to him, and part of him didn't want to say anything at all. "Hinata, no. No honey. Not like this."

His hand had lifted on it's own accord to rest against the top of her arm while his fingers gripped and drew circles against her skin, to give comfort or just to assure himself that she was really there.

"Yes, Kakashi. Exactly like this." She took a breath. "I know you want it, too."

The man forced himself to take a step back and focus on a spot just beside her head. "We've been through this. This mission... there's no reason anymore."

"No reason?" She exclaimed, taking another step forward and looking at him with renewed confidence. "Kakashi, the way you make me feel. It burns. I-"

He looked away. "Lust, Hinata. That is all."

"No, it's not all." Another step. "You've made it clear to me that it's not." Hinata reached out and tightly gripped both his arms as though she wanted to shake him. "You feel it too. We're drawn together, sensei."

Kakashi looked down at that girl. This was his fault. What had he done? "Don't call me that. I can't give you want you want."

"How do you know what I want?" she challenged.

"Don't be coy." Kakashi removed her hands and scowled at her. "I know you love Naruto. If you think this will help you-"

"Na-Naruto doesn't make me feel the way you do." Her nervousness was clear but she refused to let that stop her. "I do love him, I don't know that I will ever stop, but he doesn't make me want to do the kind of things I want to do with you."

Kakashi forced himself to take a breath. He felt those words. "So you're settling for second choice."

It dawned on him with startling clarity that that wasn't enough. He wasn't willing to be a notch on her belt.

"I promise not to hurt you."

"Well, I can't promise you the same," he snapped back, not sure if he was angry at himself or her for reading him so well. He'd only just figured it out himself, how did she know?

"You don't have to," Hinata replied with a frown. "Why are we complicating this. Don't you want me?"

"I want you, I want all of you." His hands settled on her waist without him telling them to. "But I won't be another man's shadow." It was as though his body were unconsciously moving him towards her. Her bare skin against his palm invited- everything.

"I don't know what you want me to tell you. Are you worried that-" Hinata's head snapped up. "You're worried?

It was as though it had only just occurred to her that he cared about her, that she should be surprised he was jealous of her attentions to another man.

"You are so beautiful," he told her. "The fool's bound to figure it out sooner or la-"

Kakashi wasn't able to finish as his mouth was muffled by Hinata's lips pressing hard against his own. He staggered only slightly in surprise as she launched herself the small step into his arms, her's wrapping tightly around his neck after removing his mask and pulling him down to her. The thought of pushing her away didn't even register, instead he found himself holding her against him and kissing her forcefully back.

Her initiative, her confidence, her scent and the feel of her bare skin, it was everything he wanted. Lips bruised and hands began to wander before either thought to come up for air. It was only once it seemed all rational thought were about to leave completely that Kakashi was able to turn his head away and gently push her back.

"Hinata," he gasped, breathless. The sight of her chest heaving with only a small layer of lace teasing him made it hard for the man to remember why he'd stopped. "I can't."

Hinata clenched her jaw and straightened her back. "I've made my choice. Can't you see that? I'm here, I-"

"I'm falling in love with you."

There, he'd said it. He'd laid it bare. He was pathetic and old and falling in love with a girl half his age, and so very, very pathetic.

"Kakashi," she began after a long moment of silence.

That's right, he thought, be disgusted, be horrified, be embarrassed.

"I think, I think that I might- be falling in love with you, too."

The man froze.

What? No, but that didn't make sense. She was smiling hesitantly at him, small and shy and so very Hinata. And she wasn't lying. She didn't say 'I'm in love with you,' the way a young girl does her first crush. She said she 'might be,' that maybe, in the future, it could be love. He didn't know why, but the vision of Hinata waiting for him, in his father's home no less, with a child's set of kunai and shuriken scattered on the floor, as he came back from a mission flashed through him mind.

The man swallowed.

He was so screwed.

Hinata fidgeted with her hands. "So, um..."

Maybe he should ask her out. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do right? Or approach her father, declaring his intentions? How does one court a Hyuuga heiress? Should he bring flowers? Would he be expected to dress up? She was a proper, respectable lady. A delicate flower, a-

"Can we please, just have sex now?"

Kakashi blinked, realizing he'd been spacing out. And then it registered what she'd said. He looked at her, so obviously hopeful and just as bloody well frustrated as he had been. Yep, he was definitely over thinking this.

"Oh god, yes!" he declared, stepping forward and pulling her into an embrace.

There was nothing slow or delicate or proper about the way their mouths met, each seemingly trying to devour the other. Hands pulled at clothes while stumbled steps moved them towards the bed. It was as if they each instinctively knew that there was no more need for talking or taking things slow.

Hinata pulled at his shirt and he quickly obliged, throwing the useless garment across the room, barely taking his lips from hers. Kakashi's fingers unsnapped her bra before brushing it away. He spun her and held her close. His mouth trailed from her jaw line down to her neck while his hands massaged her newly freed breasts. Hinata moaned, leaning back and reach up with one hand thread her fingers through his hair. As his mouth moved to her shoulder, his hands moved to unbutton her pants, taking no break before sliding them from her hips.

She stepped out of them easily, showing no sign of shyness. Kakashi inwardly groaned at the sight of her perfectly round ass but was denied when the girl turned to slide back onto the bed. Hinata smiled a true, genuine smile. It was so bright that even the rise and fall of her chest in quick succession couldn't pull his attention away. Kakashi had thought his cloud of lust consuming him had reached it's peek, but seeing her now made his chest feel like it would burst with desire.

She'd done well to overcome her shyness. That she was willing to sit there without trying to cover herself spoke of how comfortable she had become with him and her body. He was eager to teach her all the ways they could become even more comfortable with each other. Though her newfound confidence didn't stop her cheeks to take on a red glow when he removed the rest of his clothing.

"So, what colour will it be today?" she asked, obviously trying to distract from her sudden wave of nervousness. Kakashi paused and then realized to what she were referring. A mischievous smirk crossed his face.

"Oh, I don't know," he answered, opening a drawer. "There's blue, or perhaps," he glanced, raising an eyebrow, "Glow in the dark?"

Hinata suppressed a giggle. Her smile was so beautiful. "Best save that for next time, don't want to get too adventurous."

There would be a next time.

"Blue it is then."

There would be a next time. He'd damn well make sure of it.

A moment later and he was on top of her, kissing her, touching her. Hinata's breath quickened as they returned to their previous frenzied state. Hands and limbs tangled and entwined, Kakashi's mouth seemed to be making it way over ever inch of her body, Hinata's hips began to move of their own accord. The girl gasped when a hand slid to her most intimate area and began to rub gently against that one spot that made her writhe insatiably beneath him. With the way she was moving, the sounds she was making, Kakashi knew he couldn't draw this out much longer, not if he wanted to maintain control.

One finger slipped inside of her, and then another, testing her readiness. She was so hot and wet. He looked into her half lidded, lust glazed eyes; he knew she knew what was coming next.

He kissed her once, long and hard. "Hinata," he breathed, asking her permission.

There eyes locked and her head nodded. "Yes."

Kakashi repositioned himself, nudging her legs futher apart and touching his tip to her entrance. With one last glance to her beautiful, glowing, trusting face, Kakashi steeled all his self control and thrust.

Hinata cried out, digging her fingernails into his shoulder blades. The man stilled himself, gritting his teeth with his face buried in the side of her neck. Gods, she was so hot. Tight, liquid velvet gripped hold of him and all he wanted to do was plunge into that again, and again, and again.

After what felt like the longest stretch of torment in his entire life, the girl loosened her hands and began to wiggle beneath him.

"I'm- I think I'm ready," she whispered and Kakashi kissed her neck. Slowly he withdrew himself, painfully aware of the discomfort she was trying to hide. He would make her feel good, he promised himself. She was his now and he would make sure she'd never have want to look at another man again. He would satisfy every inch of her body, he thought, as he began to move steadily within her.

He found his rhythm and it wasn't long before she cried out again, this time differently, and he loved the sound of it. He would show her exactly how much pleasure two people in love could create. He kissed her and kissed her again, before dropping his head to her shoulder and kissing there as well. As much as he loved her kisses, he loved hearing her cries more. They were no longer the same as the first, these cries he knew and wanted to know better.

He loved her, that must be it, that must be this unquenchable bliss he was feeling. Kakashi's pace quickened, unable to get enough of her while Hinata's grip tightened. She pulled him as tight as she could against her flushed body. "Oh, god," she breathed before moaning loudly into his ears. Fingernails scored small trails down his shoulders as she tried to move her hips in tandem with his now frantic pace.

She was driving him insane. Her body clenched and he pounded into her even harder. Kakashi moved his arm, hooking it under her leg, just knowing he had to get closer.

"Oh, fuck!" Hinata practically yelled before proving that she would, indeed, be a screamer. Hearing her lose what was left of her abandon, pushed Kakashi to his end.

"I can't, Hinata I can't..."

The girl purposely squeezed herself and Kakashi felt his body explode. The man groaned loudly, thrusting a few last times before collapsing on top of the girl, not even trying to catch his breath.

"Gods, Hinata," he breathed.

"Shh," the girl hushed, threading one hand through his hair while the other rested atop her racing heart.

Well, this is a little backwards, he thought wryly. With sluggish movements, he rolled off of her, gathering the girl in his arms and essentially reversing their former position. Kakashi smiled as she nestled herself snug against him.

"That- that was good," the girl quietly voiced.

Kakashi glanced down, seeing only the top of her head. "You didn't come," he stated matter-of-factly.

"S-okay," she mumbled. "I liked it."

He smirked. Well, it certainly sounded like it. Kakashi sighed. "Next time I'll go down on you first."

He could practically feel the blush on her cheeks. "N-no."

"No?" he questioned in amusement.

"It never ends well."

Never ends well? Kakashi frowned, feeling his masculinity suddenly affronted. When did it- Oh, right...

The man laughed, hugging her tighter. "I suppose you're right." Hinata giggled. "But you kno-"

Click.

Kakashi and Hinata froze. That sounded like the front door.

"I'm telling you, I heard noises."

"That doesn't mean you can just walk into his apartment, Naruto!"

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A/N: I admit writing lemons is not my forte, i'm obviously a dialogue person and i have a hard time keeping pov's straight. So for this, I figured I'd just stick with Kakashi. There's a million and one cherry popping fics and they're all sappy as hell and i'm not good at being sappy. You'll definitely get Hinata's thoughts next chapter though, just not the whole blow by blow.

I can't believe we're almost done

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