"I'll ask you one last time, Sakura…"

Kakashi didn't care that he was well past the treacherous line of being pleasantly tipsy, that he was fast plunging into the darker depths of intoxication. Hell, he was downright drunk now with no possible hope of redemption. In all it was the average kind of behaviour for a third date, perhaps. Except the woman he was courting was anything but average, she was extraordinary, and she'd only had the courage to engage him after downing enough liquid courage herself. So he felt vindicated for the time being.

"Ask me what, Kakashi?"

"...I seem to have forgotten. But I think it was important."

"Uh huh, was it about the game? Or something else?" Sakura purposely put an edge to the word which made Kakashi chuckle, she must be bordering the drunk line herself to be so bold with the innuendo.

"Oh, that's right, the game. No, I don't think that was it either." He wasn't sure why but it had been a brilliant idea at the time, the notion of playing a twenty questions based game

This was the point where Kakashi felt the familiar prickling of excitement on his skin, his eyes roaming over her exposed cleavage, the satisfaction that she was also eyeing him with the same heat. Eventually his eyes wandered up from the view of her chest to settle on her bottom lip. Knowing how she tasted now didn't lessen the fire of jealousy that burned within him, jealousy that she was biting her own lip when he so desperately wanted to.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to melt."

"Likewise." He said loud enough for only her ears.

"Shall we continue the game then?" Sakura took a sip from her glass and for a hot minute Kakashi was jealous of that as well. "We need to spend a decent half hour here at least before we can leave and still look respectable."

The way her brow quirked at the word 'respectable' had Kakashi itching in all kinds of ways. They had been on 3 dates now without taking it to the bedroom, just. The making out had been heavy and intense, so very teenage like despite his age, it had taken every ounce of restraint not to take her against the wall.

But it wouldn't have been right, and more than anything this was something that he needed to get right. This was special, this was different, this was Sakura.

"Okay, so where were we?" He tried not to sound as deflated as he felt.

"It was my turn... we were on color. Hmm."

Sakura appeared thoughtful but Kakashi had to wonder if she was pursing her lips that way to deliberately rile him up further. The parameters of the game were lost on him if he were honest, something about guessing the answer to the question, but he was fuzzy on the details. The alcohol addling him as well as the lust.

"I don't know if you'll get this one right, vixen. I don't even think I have a favorite..."

"Chartreuse!"

His eyes widened, regarding her sudden excitement and enthusiasm with awe. It was so pure, so beautiful, just like her... The smile on her face at that moment was one he didn't need the sharingan to always remember. It was hands down the best smile he had ever seen, and out of a strange compulsion to keep that happiness on her features for as long as possible, he slowly nodded and brought the glass to his lips.

"I knew it!"

She giggled happily and it further amazed Kakashi, that she should know he had a favorite color when even he didn't know. He wasn't even sure he had the right shade of color in mind, the word was only vaguely familiar, but he was sure that he could now suddenly see it everywhere. And he wanted to live in that color forever.

Lost in those thoughts, watching her now with a softer look in his eye, it was the soft hand atop of his that brought him back to earth.

"Wanna get out of here now?" She asked, eyes half lidded with a temptuous look.

"What about keeping up respectable appearances?"

"I don't care anymore."

"Good, neither do I."