A/N: Thank you E3 for assisting me with this! I know we've had our differences with how this story should be tackled. And I've taken your points on board and incorporated yours in! I hope this chapter is what you also had in mind. Again, THANKKKKKKKKSSSSSSHUUU!

Had to republish this because of the mistake that a fellow author gave me. I'm sorryyy!

Early apologies for any mistakes spotted!

Disclaimer: I own none of Naruto, apart from this story concept.

Pleasure is Business

The echo of designer heels clicking across polished granite tiles pierced through the silence of the building lobby. It was the confident stride of a young woman who to look at her, exuded contemporary class and an urban sophistication. She stepped into the elevator and as the doors slid open, her black embellished finger pushed the button for the forty-fifth floor.

Everyone in the open plan office greeted her as she sauntered past countless bays of fashionably clad employees. Tsunade in turn smiled and greeted them good morning. The women wore skirts and heels, the men, shirts and brogues. Looking good wasn't a requirement, but it was expected of them.

"Good morning, Sakura," Tsunade said as she arrived at the imposing oak door of the corner office.

"Good mo-morning, Tsunade-san," Sakura chirped. "You can go straight in, he's expecting you."

Tsunade strode into the office when the young employee opened the door for her. Kakashi looked up from his laptop; cup of coffee in hand, spectacles in the other. He motioned for her to sit down near the seat in front of his desk as he resumed to drink his cup of coffee.

"No," he finally spoke, huffing lightly. "...He didn't get an invite. Because he's a pompous, opinionated prick. My company isn't going to be a reference for him."

Tsunade smiled. She loved the ironfist he worked with, there was a reason why he was both feared and admired in the publishing industry. Her hands dropped neatly on her lap as she crossed her leg over one another.

Darkened orbs flashed her way, his lips pursed. "I'll call you in fifteen, someone important just came in," he curtly replied in a dismissive tone into the headset. Tsunade raised an amused eyebrow as he threw his headset to the desk.

"..Bastard," she heard him mutter in his breath.

"That's the nicest thing you could ever say to anyone," Tsunade said quietly to try and lighten up the mood. "Bad morning?"

"You don't know the half of it," Kakashi replied dully, exhausted.

"Sakura," he said into the intercom unit of his desk. "Bring a cup of espresso. Thanks." He turned back to his assistant editor and just smiled.

Tsunade rose from her chair and settled on the edge of his desk with a thick brown sealed envelope in her hand. "You alright? You look like... shit."

Kakashi stifled a laugh. "You weren't here last week, and work's been hell."

"So I've been told." She placed the envelope down on the desk, "This is the copy of this month's issue; a fresh copy."

"Oh, out so soon?" His face lit up from its previous stressed expression. He checked the calendar that was beside his intercom, frowning slightly. "It's out a week early," he noted.

"This issue must be perfect." Tsunade claimed enthusiastically. "And so, I simply asked for the copy to be finished a week early. Just so we can scrutinize it and send it back with a few more tweaks."

"I'm sorry," he chuckled lightly. "Asked? You asked them?"

"Yeah, what's so funny about that?"

"You, Tsunade Senju, are a vixen and you simply do not ask when you want something."

Tsunade was still laughing when the door to the office flew open and Sakura tottered in carrying one small coffee on a silver tray.

"Here you go, Kakashi. I'll leave these here for you," she said cheerfully as she placed the tray down on the mahogany side table and made a sharp exit.

"Thank you, Sakura,"

"Kakashi?" One blonde eyebrow raised curiously. "When did you guys become so informal? And don't dare think I didn't see that smirk. I hired her, Kakashi. She's a talented and intelligent girl! Don't even think about-!"

"Relax. She's practically family." He huffed. "She's dating Naruto."

"Really?" Interest piqued. "How's that going?"

"Nosy much?" Kakashi stalked to the tray and picked up the small coffee cup before he made his way back to the desk. Smoothly, he fitted in the small gap between Tsunade legs and offered her the beverage with an innocent smile. "This is your favorite, is it not?"

She sheepishly took the coffee cup off his hand and took a sip, as she watched him sit back down on his seat.

"So when is the deadline for this issue?" Kakashi formally asked, flicking through the pages of the book.

Tsunade placed the cup down and retrieved her planner. With a prolonged hum she found her place on the calendar. "The twenty-eight. That gives us a lot of time to improve the color schemes, fonts, and the things we advertise. It has to appeal to a lot of people."

Hastily she took the copy off his hands and showed him a particular page on a model named Ino Yamanaka. "Do you see how the colors completely contrast, and how the writing is nearly invisible?"

"Yeah."

"This entire page needs to be scrapped and redone. No one wants to spend their time making the words out."

Kakashi squinted his eyes, trying his utmost best to fixate on the light blue writing. "Is this a fact?" He pointed on the page.

"Where?"

"The one that says that seventy-four percent of men try harder in the bedroom because of small romantic gestures."

"No, no... nope. That's just bullshit that we made up." She flatly said without even batting an eyelash.

"Speaking of men - how was your time off with your lover, Dan?" He grinned. "Time in paradise? A bit of chafing in between your legs?"

She snorted. "Who told you this?" Tsunade was shocked that her boss was privy to that particular piece of information, but she shouldn't really be surprised. Every scrap of gossip made its way through this office at some point.

"Through the grapevine. You know how it is." He reclined back on his seat and placed with his pen. "You tip and they spill. I even know who's fucking who sometimes."

"Funny!" She sardonically laughed.

"You aren't going to give me a little bit of detail?"

"Nope."

"Sex must have been quite shit, then."

"Hey!" Tsunade barked. "And why are you presuming that we did it, anyway?"

He pointed squarely on her neck. "You think that light bruise on your neck is subtle?"

"W-What?!" She fumbled with her collar as she furiously blushed. "Okay, lay off. It's been here for two weeks; it's not going away."

"Sure." He smirked lightly, wearing his spectacles again. "Anyway, now that you're here, I need you to do me a favor."

Tsunade's facial expression contorted into a wary one. This meant trouble. It was probably the reason for the small talk and espresso, to try and soften her up. She grimaced in anticipation of the question as she gazed out of the high-rise windows across the corner of 9th Avenue and West 56th Streeth. The April ran streaked the tall panes of glass and blurred the view of the monochromatic concrete metropolis.

"I'm not really in the mood."

"The situation is dire. I need you to go home and pack a bag." As the words sank in, Tsunade's eyes widened and she glared knives right into her boss.

"Don't you dare, Kakashi!" She growled. "Not again. You're not sending me to another country!"

"You can't refuse," he spoke calmly, sipping his coffee, "I have already booked a ticket. Well, two."

"Two?"

"You shall be accompanying me on this trip. Just the usual."

"Kakashi, I already have my vacation booked up! I'm meeting with Dan's family! No. I will not go. Screw you; choose someone else!"

"I've tried contacting Itachi, but he's undergoing surgery to get his appendix out. Kurenai is in the Land of Lightning on her honeymoon with Asuma."

"Don't make me beg on my knees!" She choked out with exasperation.

He chuckled. "You should be used to it by now."

Tsunade grimaced. "...You're not going to let me go, are you?"

"Listen, it'll be five days at most. It's for our next special edition. We need it." Kakashi pushed himself up and leaned in closer, tipping her face by her chin. "I'll email you the details."

Tsunade huffed out dejectedly, before caving into the comically large grin plastered across Kakashi's face. "Alright, but you better make damn sure we're flying first class."

"Of course."

"And we're staying in a posh hotel."

"I don't care, feel free to pick where you'd like to stay, as long as we get these interviews done."

"Alright," Tsunade replied as she walkdd back to collect her handbag, "but you owe me one."

"I'll pick you up later." He grinned, as he waved her goodbye.

She was very familiar with that grin. That grin of superiority.

The hypnotic drone of the engines prevented Tsunade from sleeping. Even in the luxurious fist class, the dull rumble was enough to keep her awake. She turned on the overhead reading light and reached into her bag for a book. As she flicked to her page she looked at her companion who was preoccupied with work. His fingers tapped against the keyboard of his laptop vigorously, as if he were pressed up for time.

"What's keeping you?" He asked without looking up.

"I can't sleep in airplanes. You should know that by now." Tsunade drawled, snuggling with her blanket.

Kakashi smirked suddenly, his typing ceased. "Yeah, how can I forget?"

"Don't you even dare!" Tsunade dangerously warned. She leaned in and invaded his personal space with her forearm on the elbow rest that sat in between them. They were a mere breath's away. So close. Too close. "What are you typing up?"

"A letter."

She leaned in further, chest blatantly pressed against his arm. He bit down in his lip. God's sake, she was too close. He reached in his own bag and pulled out a travel guide to the Land of Grass. "Read, or go to sleep. Either way, stop being so close."

Tsunade bitterly took the guide off from his hands and muttered profanity under her breath. As she skimmed through the section on the best shopping districts in the city, she became distracted by a young honeymoon couple making out on the other side of the isle. Just as they started to get a little too amorous for discretion, they stood up, straightened their clothing, and sheepishly made their way to the bathroom at the front of the gallery. Tsunade puffed her cheeks and blew out a frustrated sigh as she returned to her book. Sometimes it felt like everyone was having sex but her.

Out of boredom, she quickly cast a glance at Kakashi. He was no longer typing away, rather, his stare was fully fixated on the bathroom up ahead. Was he counting how long they were in there? He noticed them too, huh. Tsunade bathed in the question about what lingered in his mind right now. Did he also feel the same strain as her? Was he also thinking about...

She watched him remove his glasses, shut his laptop, unbutton the first three buttons of his polo, and recline back on his chair.

"Are you interested?" He finally breathed.

"In what?"

"You know what."

"In them?"

"Sex in airplanes is your forte, is it not?"

Tsunade snorted. "Please."

"Dan seems to be that kind of man."

"Well, he isn't."

"So, you've never tried airborne sex with him?" His lips expressed a slanted grin filled with triumph. "...What a shame."

Tsunade playfully smacked his arm and threw his book at him. "Go to sleep, you fucking pervert."

The plane landed at the Hidden Grass airport, and she made her way through customs, then luggage collection, and finally out onto the street. Kakashi followed shortly on with his own luggage. He straightened his charcoal coat and rearranged his grey scarf. Outside the air was biting cold, sharp even. The sky was overcast, but flawless. It wasn't long until their private driver drove through and loaded their suitcases into the trunk.

"Have you been given our rendezvous?" Kakashi formally asked as he opened the door of the silver Mercedes car, letting Tsunade in first.

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

He sat close to Tsunade, closer than she would have thought. His hand glided on her leg as his lips pressed against her ear. "Our interview is in five hours. So wear something nice, and we'll meet up with our client."

She nodded and glossed her lips with a Mac nude lipstick. "The earlier the better. Once we're done with business, I can have my peace and enjoy the leftover time, right?"

Kakashi smiled. "Sure."

The quiet tap of keys on a laptop keyboard was the only sound that could be heard, everything else was silent and peaceful. Tsunade sat in her hotel room at a large mahogany writing desk, typing up the last section of the article for the magazine The interview had gone much better than she had expected. Mei had been very receptive to their questions and the material for the feature piece was outstanding. She smiled as she glided her finger on the trackpad, and relished the moment when she clicked 'send'.

She stood up and sauntered in her hotel room. She settled down on a black leather sofa and just laid there, exhausted. Come to think of it, she hasn't seen Kakashi since the interview. He said something about having a few drinks with that woman, Mei. She smirked. Drinks, huh?

She has accompanied him too many times to know that that was a cue for something more. Seeing that this circumstance fits in with all the previous ones, she would not even bat an eyelash when she sees Mei naked in his bed tomorrow. How many times has he done this whilst being on the trip with her? Too many times. Granted, she's also been...

A soft beep from her phone broke her inner thoughts.

She hurriedly clasped her phone. "Hello?"

"Can you do me a favor?" A husky voice from the other line asked.

"Kakashi," she tutted. "What?"

"Open your door. Let me in."

Tsunade motioned to her door with confusion. "I thought you were with that Mei woman. What happened?"

"What do you think?" He snapped. "Had drinks and she gave me a blow-"

"Actually, don't even answer that."

"I'm joking." Kaakshi said evenly. "We had drinks with her boss and negotiated another feature for our next season's magazine."

"Oh."

"Now, let me in."

With a twist of the door knob, Kakashi came crashing into her room, toppling over her. Tsunade shrieked as she took a couple of steps back, her phone slipped from her grip as she held him into place.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?" he drowsily moaned. "...We just had a couple of drinks."

Tsunade propped him on the couch before she retraced her steps back to retrieve her phone and to close the door. Kakashi stripped himself from his blazer and tie, leaving a portion of his muscled upper torso exposed.

"Why didn't you come with me?" He asked. "I invited you, didn't I?"

"I thought you were initiating something else."

He laughed. "What, a threesome?"

Her cheeks flushed.

"You're dirtier than I thought."

"Shut up!"

"I'm just joking."

"Honestly," she huffed. "You're as perverted as Jiraiya."

He grinned slightly albeit it disappeared as fast as it appeared. His eyes sparked with a dark glint with a dozen of underlying messages. He unbuttoned his shirt further more and draped his arm on the edge of the couch. "Where have you been all night?"

"Here. I've finished the article and sent in to HQ. Shisui should have retrieved it by now." Tsunade sat down on the coffee table and crossed her legs. "Do you want to look at it?"

He waved his hand to incline. "I'm too tired for that."

"I knew you were going to say that."

"You know me so well."

"Too well."

"Can I see what you have in your bar?" Kakashi drowsily asked, pushing himself up. "I need a drink."

"Make that two."

They settled down in Tsunade's private bar and settled a drink amongst themselves. Being in the same industry opened an array of subjects they could possibly talk about and it wasn't long until they were fully engrossed with each other.

Lost in the conversation, Tsunade didn't notice Kakashi cup her hand until his thumb stroked the back of it as he smiled. Tsunade smiled back and gave away no reaction to his obvious flirting. Her exterior was calm and collected with no indication that on the inside, she was starting to getting flustered. Despite the perverted side that he wore as his facade, he was a genuinely caring and attentive person. And seldom does Tsunade see this side, but tonight she saw his layers unravel.

As he ran his hands through his hair to dishevel it, Tsunade's words stopped mid-way. He was certainly attractive. They weren't boyish good looks, but rather a rugged, masculine allure that wound around the taut stands of lust within any woman.

He released her hand and took a sip from the glass of red wine. "Do you want to eat?"

"Do you really need to ask me that?"

They ordered the most expensive dishes they could find through room service, and continued to talk for hours until the sun set. The silver shimmer from the moon cast a glorious, cold silver glow in the patio atrium that adjoined the bar. Kakashi smiled when she talked, he laughed at her jokes, she found him oddly charming in every way. Tsunade even finally confided in him about Dan and their rocky relationship, and how he's suddenly so distant all of a sudden. She found it endearing that he so animatedly rebuked the man.

However, it followed with: "So I was right."

Tsunade rolled her eyes. "You don't have to rub it in."

"So sex has been stale."

"Not stale." She shook her head. "It just feels like sex now."

Kakashi arched an eyebrow. "Sex is supposed to feel like sex."

"No! I mean, before there was a connection." Her eyes strayed away. "But now... it's fuck and leave. Just like-" their eyes met and her words left in a helpless heap of mess. Inwardly she cursed at herself for the poorly chosen words she constructed, as she forced herself not to make direct eye contact with him. She could feel the intensity of his stare. Her last sentence cannot be misconstrued for anything else, but a reference. A reference for...

"I see." He said plainly, reaching for his beverage.

Her eyes were transfixed on his chiseled jaw line and rough lips. She watch longingly as he took a sip from a glass of water, letting a half-melted ice cube roll around his tongue until it melted. Their gazes met again, but this time he didn't yield, rather, he continued to linger. She leaned forward and caught her beverage.

"What is it?" She finally asked, licking her lips. Tsunade knew he had spent the last couple of hours mentally undressing her. His subtle lecherous glances that was cast on her had become rather palpable. She cocked her head with a curious look knitted on. Just what the hell is he thinking about?

"Nothing. Nothing at all." His eyes finally found hers as he took another sip from his glass of water.

"Remember, we have to attend Mei's fashion catwalk at one thirty, followed by an evening interview with Ai and Darui."

"The big-time millionaire duo?"

"Yes. Don't be late; from what I've heard they are both extremely punctual people."

"I'm not reall-"

"And that's why I'm trying to get your butt into gear!"

As the conversation moved towards modelling and the catwalk they are supposed to attend to, his hand slid slowly across the couch towards hers.

"Would you like to try and be a model?"

She roared out a laughter. "No thanks. I don't like posing in front of the camera."

Kakashi smirked. "...Are you sure about that?"

In the time it took his index finger to race sensuously along the length of her thumb, her cheeks had flushed a bright salmon hue. He leaned in towards her, his heady cologne drifted across to her. It was sweet yet masculine, a scent which melded with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Involuntarily she found herself also leaning in towards him.

"That was only one time." And she quickly added, "Besides, wouldn't it be weird for me, an assistant editor, to feature in your company's magazine?"

"Why not?" Kakashi shrugged. "No one will mind. They'll be too busy looking at your bre-"

"That's why I'm not modelling for shit."

"Hmp. Suit yourself."

"I shall."

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted when her phone vibrated in her hand. She turned it on and saw on her homepage that she had one message from Dan.

One new message

She opened the file eagerly.

Dan: Busy? I was just thinking about you. Call me.

"I um..."

"Is it Dan?" He quirked.

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't be too surprised if he called you for phone sex."

"God, when will you stop?" She snarled through her teeth. "Not everything revolves around sex, bastard."

Kakashi drew her in and kissed her softly on the cheek. She sucked in air and bit her lower lip as her hands instinctively clutched around his shoulders. It was hard to regain her personal space when he was this eagerly intrusive. Finally, he resigned a cheeky smirk.

"Tell me everything tomorrow."

"You wish!"

"So you are going to put on a show for him."

"Why do you care?" She looked back at her phone. "...If it leads to that, then-"

He slithered away from her, collected his belongings and idly made his way out. "Goodnight, Tsunade."

Once the door closed with a click, Tsunade made her way to her bedroom with a goofy smile plastered stupidly on her face. Quickly she texted back to him before she threw her phone on the bed. Languidly she stripped herself bare of her work clothes: the white silken blouse, the black pencil skirt, and her bra. As she put her hair up into a bun, her phone vibrated against her sheets.

After she slipped into a large polo shirt that belonged to Dan, she scurried towards the bed. Her finger swiped on the screen and she accepted his call. "Hey,"

"Hi. So, where's your boss?"

"Probably in his own room."

"Good."

"I'm sorry that you had to cancel with your parents. I didn't know that-"

"I know."

"Are you pissed?"

"Of course not. Your work must come first."

"Thanks for understanding."

"Just don't do it again."

"I know."

"Shizune is asleep right now,"

Tsunade grinned. "Uhuh."

"Do you wanna-?"

She gave a teasing moan through the phone, smirking as she did so. "Dan-kun,"

On the other line she felt his breath get heavier. "You know I love it when you say my name like that. Say it again."

Tsunade bit her lower lip. She let her spare hand wander lower. "D-D...an," she sucked in some air and put her fingers to work.

"I can't wait until you come back home, Hime." He said huskily over the phone, laced with heavy lust.

"Me, too." Her fingers were now drenched in her essence, she moaned. "I miss you."

"What I would do to you right now."

"Mhm. Do tell."

"Strip you bare. Bend you over. Lick you dry. And-"

"And?"

"Shit. Shizune's awake."

"Don't leave."

"I have to."

"Dan!"

"False alarm." He coolly replied with a relieved sigh. "She just went to the toilet."

"Don't do that!" Tsunade growled.

"Sorry. Where were we?"

"You were telling me what you're going to do to me when I get home."

"...Right. It's a bit awkward starting again."

Tsunade rolled her eyes. "How about you listen to me?"

"It's always a pleasure.."

"I'll come home. Strip tease for you-"

"With that new black lace lingerie you have hiding in your closet?"

"Yes."

"I look forward to it. What happens after?"

"I'll push you to the bed and rip your clothes off. And give you the best possible blowjob."

"I love the sound of that. God, I love it when you become dirty."

"You better, because I just got shaved for you. It's quite awkward to have someone else wax it off for you. A man, no less."

"A man?!"

"I'm just fucking with you." Tsunade giggled. "It was a woman, of course."

"Send me a photo."

"You wish."

"I'll send you one."

"Since when do you take pictures of your dick?"

"Now. I'm in the mood."

"If I'm feeling generous, I might send you one."

"Send me one now." Dan urged through the line. "Men need pictures, Tsunade."

"You're getting impatient,"

"It's all because of you, Hime. You're making me go hard."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Let me listen to you."

"W-What?" Tsunade blushed.

"Don't tease me with your cute little moans. Just do it."

"You want me to ma-masturbate on the phone?"

"Yes."

She pressed her phone against her chest and contemplated on the idea. She was familiar with masturbation, but to do it while someone listened? Never. She sharply sucked in air through her teeth and closed her eyes, as she pressed the phone to her ear again.

"F-Fuck it... alright."

With her clean hand she put Dan on loud speaker and discarded her clothes in a messy heap on the floor. She sighed as she spread her legs fully. "Gods, the things I do for you."

"That's why I love you."

Tsunade licked her lips gently, sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and wished he was stroking his shaft. She wanted to hear him groan over the phone, hear him jack off like her. Phone sex was never her specialty. Goddammit she hated it when Kakashi was right.

As she slid her fingers down her mound, she opened her lips, and imagined that she was displaying herself to her hungry lover's gaze. She felt alarmingly exposed, but she somewhat liked the feeling. Shameless, lewd and liberated, is what came to mind.

She circled her clit with her middle finger, soaking the length of it, taking pleasure in her hard, little nub. Her hips joined in, rolling with the circles her fingers made. Sucking on her lips once more, she moaned out to Dan. She heard him stir in his seat, probably to make himself more comfortable.

"Let me hear you." He whispered lowly.

Tsunade slipped in two fingers down her petaled folds, engulfing them with her wetness. She guided them into herself gently, in and out, soaking her digits. The air in the room grew thicker with sexual tension, she gasped. Her fingers began to move a little faster inside of her.

"D-Dan..."

Her spare hand worked on her upper torso, doing its own deed. She caressed herself, twisted her hardened nipples, as she simultaneously quickened the pace of her fingers.

"Ah..!"

Her body writhed as her hips bucked and her toes curled.

"Fuck! Dan... mmhpp!"

Her slippery softness clung to her fingers, feeling like a fiery furnace, causing a soft whimper to escape from her lips. Her heart thrummed faster as her needs built. She lost herself in her own desire that she forgot the show she was putting on for her boyfriend.

Her half-opened lids finally squeezed shut and she was lost in a giant euphoria of pleasure. Her fingers strummed over her wet core, curling inwardly and drawing her glistening dew over her clit. For an exquisite moment, she bit her lip and her fingers flicked rapidly over her clit. Her skin flushed and shimmered with perspiration as her hips began to roll upward toward her touch.

"...I'm about to-" She gasped. "..Oh god!"

Her hips began to oscillate to the tempo of the tune her fingertips played on her core. She gasped again, quickly falling back into the throes of passion. Her moans rose from a soft whisper, to a more spirited level. The sweat beaded on her body as her elation turned into ecstasy.

She was lost, so lost, that she could no longer hear Dan's voice over the phone.

She was so close. Nearly there. She could feel it; just around the corner!

"Come on," a sultry voice commanded. "Come for me, honey. Come."

She writhed underneath him, neck strained, legs tightly wrapped around his hips, hands weltering on his shoulders. His hands burned, it hurt. He held her closely to his body as he fucked her into submission. He grunted per powerful stroke he made.

"Oh god!"

"Yesss... that's it, come for me!" He drew away from her, gripped her by her hips and pounded into her repeatedly; eager to see her drown in ecstasy.

"It hurts.." She gasped through teary-eyes. "But don't stop. Don't, I'm begging you." Her hands covered her face as she began to cry out in pure pleasure.

His hands took her wrists and pinned her arms above her head with aggression. "Don't hide from me, honey."

"But-"

"Now... come and say my name."

And she did. In a spiral of disorientated cord of pleasure, she cried out his name: "Kakashi, honey!" She almost screamed as she felt a whitewash of pleasure intoxicate her. In soft pants her hazels eyes came alive lazily and her mind registered to her location.

"...Tsunade, are you okay? I think the line's breaking up."

She flinched, half-awake. Her throat croaked out a cry. Her eyes stung with tears. Alarmingly, she pushed herself up on the bed and wiped the tears off her face. Why was she crying so suddenly?

"Tsunade?"

Instinctively, she reached out to her phone. "I'm here."

"You forgot I was on the phone, didn't you?"

She feigned a chuckle. "Sorry, sorry."

"That sounded fucking amazing, Hime."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." She sniffed, wiping her dripping essence with her discarded skirt.

"Listen, Shizune is calling for me to read her a bedtime story. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"...Yeah."

"I love you."

She swallowed, hesitated. "I... love you, too."

The line went dead. And she threw her phone to the floor.

"...Kakashi," she whispered as she pressed her face against the palm of her hand.

She needed to take a fucking bath. And a long one at that.

A/N: Yush. Dirty, indeed. This fic will go for several chapters, but it isn't that long. I swear, this story will have more than just sex. I'm trying to incorporate a human side to it, and I hope it will show as this story continues to unravel! With E3's help (he's really good at incorporating sucker punches) I hope to deliver it right!

Yay, for modernism, right? Or is it nay? I have always wanted to write a modern story concept. Never thought it would be like this. :P

Thank you so much for reading. Reviews are welcome!

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