But Baby Nobody Has Ever Kissed As Well As You Do

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"If you start this, I won't be letting you go until I'm satisfied."

Lone dark eye dancing upwards to stare at the heart shaped face, Kakashi let his lips curl up into a grin before pressing them to the bare breast beneath his chin, teasing the skin delicately with his teeth.

From where she was pinned under his body, Harī arched upwards, a soft, throaty moan escaping her lips. Her skin, paler than his own, flushed a healthy pink as the blood began racing through her body that shivered before his talented fingers. The thick red hair that framed her face in an explosion of curls caught his attention, and Kakashi happily began twisting one strand around his fingertips while his other hand began to search lower.

Harī cradled his face, drawing him up from her breast and forcing him to release the bud with a wet pop, while her lips danced across his.

"You're gonna be late," Harī mused again, though the flush of her cheeks and the leg now wrapped around his naked waist said she really didn't care too much.

"I'm gonna be late," she decided, one hand snaking down his back to grip at his buttock while a wicked grin spread across her lips, "and the Hokage's gonna frown at me and be very," a squeeze, "very disappointed."

"It was only a matter of time until I rubbed off on you," Kakashi mused, fingers tauntingly circling the dusky pink bud he'd been playing with mere seconds ago. Harī's scent, a mixture of warm campfires, crisp leaves, sugar, and something so pleasantly feminine, invaded his senses, leaving him more than happy to forget about his own appointment.

"I think you can do a little better than rubbing off on me," Harī whispered, her words still tinged with that exotic accent and her tone husky.

And yes, Kakashi could do better than that. It was practical his duty to uphold the standards he was held to after all.

Morning sex was the best.

"Where the hell were you?"

Looking up at Asuma with boredom in his eyes, the twenty three year old fought back a grin. He'd missed Genin briefing for the second year in a row, though his reason this time had been much more pleasant than the last one. Not that he planned on announcing it.

"Don't bother Asuma, bastard smells of sex. And the foreigner." Anko's senses were almost as finely tuned as his own, snakes were rather good with scents after all.

And now that it was out, well all Kakashi could do was grin unrepentantly, especially as Asuma's face crumpled with jealously. The man had just called it off with Kurenai -for the second time this year- and was clearly suffering for it.

"Mmmm, much more enjoyable than your meeting I bet."

The Sarutobi scowled, stubbing his cigarette out before turning his full attention on Kakashi.

"You've really been in a relationship for two years. You of all people, have managed to hold down a relationship for two years."

Smirking, Kakashi gave no answer, just flicking his favourite orange book open.

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It'd been three years since he'd gotten his first, and last, mission off of the continent. A wealthy -very wealthy- foreigner had wanted to leave her home country and move to Konoha. It'd been Kakashi's job to extract her from the country of 'England', which he'd done with ease.

Of course, he'd taken the time to look around, gathered how the public seemed to want his client -apparently now a very famous war hero- to save them from all their problems. No wonder she'd fled, that kind of pressure was ridiculous.

Pottā Harī had been more than ready to flee into the night with him, the eighteen year old heiress bringing with her the wealth of two very old clans. He'd absentmindedly taken note of her features -wild red hair with a curl he'd never seen in the Elemental nations, pale skin and doe-like green eyes- and found them to be rather pretty, but it wasn't until she's been in Konoha for a year that he'd really acted on it.

Or, more like, Harī had cornered him and requested a date. He'd not really heard much about her since he'd dropped her off with the Hokage, only that she's passed through the Yamanaka mind check with flying colours. She really had wanted nothing more than to start a new life here. Though he had been a little surprised to find out she had a kekkei genkai, one that had allowed her to create a perfect map of Konoha that tracked to movements of every person within.

The Hokage had been very, very happy that day.

He'd begrudgingly agreed to the date, having been asked in front of Asuma who would have ribbed him for weeks had he not. He'd certainly not been expecting it to be so pleasant an experience. Had not been expecting himself to ask her on another one.

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Now it was two years later and Kakashi was more than content. Maybe this couple business was for him after all.

"Maa, I'm a very charming person."

Snorting in synchronisation, Anko and Asuma shared doubtful looks before the former smirked.

"Or maybe she's just too good in bed for you to let go of."

"I hope it's a little more than that."

He would never understand how Harī managed to sneak up on him. She wasn't even a ninja, but she had the best stealth skills he'd ever seen. Add in her trickle little ability to become invisible at will and she was pretty damn dangerous.

Both his fellow Jonin swore at her sudden appearance and Kakashi didn't even bother to fight down the smirk that bubbled up.

Harī was stood in a pair of those ripped jeans she's brought from England, a loose fitting crop top showing that she did join him for his morning runs, even if she could only complete a quarter of his usual stretch. Which wasn't bad, for a civilian that is.

Most interesting of all though, was the huge roll of paper that was tucked neatly under one arm. Harī had clearly been busy.

"What's that?" Anko had approached without a care, interest clear in her brown eyes.

"A map. Fancy helping me put it up on the northern wall?"

Interest flaring, Kakashi skilfully plucked the paper from his lover's grasp, flicking it open with little effort. As he'd suspected, it was a perfect match of the map in the Hokage's office. Intruders would light up red, ANBU were black dots and and the regular forces green.

Watching as ANBU agent Cat's dot appeared before the Hokage's, Kakashi obediently held the map up to the wall as Harī went about sticking it in place with her kekkei genkai.

"This is Hokage-sama's map."

"No, it's the copy for the Jonin lounge. Just like the ANBU have one. It's stuck to the wall, and if by some miracle it's removed, it's programmed to blow up the second it leaves this room."

Asuma let out a low whistle and Kakashi wrapped an arm around the petite redhead's shoulders, masked nose pressing into her wild hair. She'd washed it, the scent of sweat and sex he'd left her with this morning was disappointingly absent.

Well, he could fix that later on today. Mmm, now there was a good idea.

"You free for lunch?" Harī asked, head tilted cutely to a side, the mane of fiery curls dripping over his arm. Hmm, go meet the Genin team on time, or go over to Hari's flat for home cooked food?

He didn't have to think about it really.

When he actually got a genin team, his first thought was that they were far too loud. And nosy. He rather enjoyed keep Harī a secret from them, devised a deep amusement whenever he heard Naruto harper on about the pretty lady that was always so nice to him, when he watched Sasuke blush ever so slightly.

He could hardly blame the two boys. Harī was beautiful by the standards of her old country, here she was so exotically different that it was impossible to walk by her in the street and not notice her.

It was also impossible for any Shinobi worth his chakra to miss the fact she was in a relationship. His scent lingered on both her clothes and skin, the little trail of hickeys she had no problem showing off, the look in her eyes. Harī was his, that much was evident.

Still though, all good things had to come to an end. Thankfully, that end promised to be an explosion of entertainment.

Tightening his grip on the pale thighs that were situated around his own, Kakashi allowed a satisfied sigh to pass between his lips, the baby fine hairs around Hari's forehead fluttering under the puff of air.

Harī, laid atop him with her breasts pressed clean against his torso, copied the action, dragging her teeth across her lower lip not a moment after.

"So, is today the day I get introduced to your team?" She asked, jade eyes glittering with amusement. She was well aware of his game of 'keep away', found his amusement over it funny herself.

"I suppose it's about time."

Kakashi mused over how the three genin would react. Sakura would be shocked into silence, but he didn't doubt Naruto's reaction would be loud. Sasuke, well, Kakashi wasn't too sure.

Harī huffed, chuckling under her breath and completely unaware of how sexy that sound could be. Still though, he did want to spend some time at the memorial and discuss a few things with Obito, then he had to meet his little Genin...

"I think I'll have them take the D-rank you put in for yesterday."

Harī snorted, pressing a kiss to his left pectoral and running a finger down a scar upon his shoulder. His own digits swept across Hari's back, coming to rest in the gentle curve near her waist as she nuzzled deeper into his chest.

"Must we get up?"

"Maa, I don't like the idea of the ANBU returning for me."

Once, only once Kakashi had consciously decided to skip the Genin meeting for sex with Harī. That would have been the third meeting had he actually missed it.

Instead, he'd only managed to get Harī out of her shirt before the ANBU came for him. It'd been surprisingly painful stood in that room for half an hour, knowing Harī was at home waiting for him. He never made the mistake of starting something he couldn't finish again.

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"Can I ask why you're moving Harī-san?" Ah, you could always trust Sakura to set the ball rolling.

Stood off to a side, Kakashi found he didn't even want to try fighting back the smile that stole across his lips.

Watching his Genin interact with Harī was great. Sakura was obviously spellbound by the young woman's beauty, if the way she was eyeing her hair was any indication. He'd even caught Sasuke staring.

"Well, my boyfriend's constantly staying over at my flat, so we decided it was time to move into a house together."

"You have a boyfriend?" Naruto looked heartbroken. He had stopped halfway through lifting up a box filled with Harī's things -Kakashi having already moved all of his gear into the new house, and wasn't that a strange thought?- and his brilliant blue eyes looked devastated.

"I'm too old for you Naruto-chan."

The boy huffed, folding his arms once he was done with the box and scowling.

"I'd grow!"

"And so would I. I'll be old and wrinkly when you're off running this village."

Kakashi highly doubted Harī would get wrinkly. She seemed the type to age gracefully.

"Ano, Harī-san, are you getting married?" Sakura was staring down at a beautiful white dress -the kind worn in those modern weddings- with a dreamy look on her face.

"Ah, that was my mother's Sakura-chan. But let's ask your sensei; Kakashi-sensei, what do you think the odds are that my boyfriend will propose sometime soon?" The title did funny things to his insides, hearing Harī call him sensei.

Though apparently only Sasuke picked up on the sly undertone, the inuendo that laid thick in her voice. His startled black eyes shot between Kakashi and Harī, and the silver haired Jonin could see the brainwave hitting the boy.

"I'd say chances are good Harī-hime." And he pulled the little velvet box from his pocket, flicking it open with a casual gesture of his wrist.

He'd already talked it over with Obito, in fact, he could practically imagine how things would have gone should Obito have lived from that bridge mission. He was reasonably sure that the Uchiha would have pushed him into this sooner.

He'd been in a relationship with Harī for five years now; it was always heading this way. Even if he'd tried to lie to himself, tried to promise he'd never commit to such a thing. The idea of Harī moving on from him was a horrible one and completely unacceptable.

So marriage it was.

Across from him Harī blinked startled green eyes before she bounced over to him, holding out her left hand with fingers extended.

"Yes." It wasn't really needed for him to understand her answer, but the verbal communication seemed to hold all the emotion that Harī was feeling right that second.

Threading the ring onto her finger, Kakashi caught the woman as she threw herself at him, not even bothering to look at the ring and far more interested in peeling his mask off to kiss him. Thankful, the thick mass that was Hari's hair would block his features from his little Genin.

"Gah! What the hell?!"

"You're Harī-san's boyfriend?!"

It was music to his ears.

Right now this'll stay as a Oneshot, but honestly, it'll probably end up getting turned into a little Drabble series. I just really wanted to write some KakashixfemHarry.

Also, the first lime (lime, lemon whatever) story I've wrote. Basically the first story I've wrote that falls under mature. So, yeah. Another little milestone for me.

Tsume

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