Something quick and dirty. Written a few months ago when we were still studying the Divine Order in my Greek and Roman Myth class. If you liked it and you have time, drop a review! :D

Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto.

Tantalus
by moodiful819

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There was something delicious about forbidden fruit.

It wasn't the argument that because it was forbidden that it was good, but rather that because it was good, it was forbidden. There was an express reason why it was forbidden, and it wasn't out of sanctity of morals or high-browed notions of honor that it was hidden. No, it was out of the sheer need to hide it. Forbidden fruit was something to covet, to hide from the sun so you alone could enjoy its glory.

Sakura was experiencing this knowledge first-hand. The taste was indescribable. Sweet and sour pinged back and forth over her tongue, morphing into tart, bitter, spicy and everything in between. It was sinfully rich, luxurious as dark cherries on her tongue, and she found herself craving more with each taste.

Even as her jaws ached and her lungs protested, she wanted more. She couldn't get enough as she felt it slide over her lips and tongue. It was like mountain rain, like dark rich blood, like the mysterious heart of a forest. It was as if she was tasting life itself.

The fragrance filled her senses, blocking out everything else but what was happening in her mouth. Angling her head, she received it again, tasting the purple-black juice of dark cherries sliding over her tongue and down her throat.

It also tasted heavily of the smell of sandalwood.

Pulling away, she drank in sight of Kakashi's panting face. His mask was pooled around his neck and his breath was labored, pulling oxygen into his heaving chest through kiss-swollen lips. Unconsciously, her eyes strayed to the bright splotches on his neck where she had marked him the night before. He made quite a picture, but knowing him, she looked twice as bad.

Voice ragged and belying the hunger he felt, he glanced up at her. "You know we should be careful, right? We're in an alley. Anyone can see us," he said, almost like an afterthought as his hand lazily traced the underside of her thigh.

Seeing his gaze flick to the opening of the alley behind him, she grabbed his collar and jammed the hand on her thigh down her shorts.

"Just shut up and kiss me," she demanded harshly before pulling him further into the darkness of the alley, away from the light.