Meow and hello everyone... so this is my second story, well actually third, but the second didn't count, it was a quickie. ehehe

I had this idea for a Sakura and Kakashi fanfic so here it is, the chappies are short so they will be easier and quicker to update, to the pleasure of the readers.

This does not meanI will be delaying any chapters on my other fanfic, Sakura No Yousei, it will maintain the usual weekly updates if possible. This story comes second always!

Anyways, lets just get on with the chappy...

Accidents

It wasn't her fault he was her teacher. He wasn't to blame when she became his student. Is it possible it's love's fault they're trapped in this accident?

Chapter 1- Honesty

She never asked for this, let alone deserved it in her mind. She was simple, innocent, the victim. How was she to know life played tricks like this? One minute she's Haruno Sakura and the next she's the 'beautiful' kunoichi, all eyes on her. It made her sick. Sure a few years had changed her, caused her to blossom into the lovely Sakura she was now. As far as men were concerned, she had filled out just right at the young age of 21. As for her fellow female ninja, she was the boyfriend stealing, uptight, deserved to have her eyes gouged out, backstabbing whore, all simply because of the male attention she attracted wherever she went.

And it's not to say she used it to her advantage. No, quite opposite really. She hadn't dated in years, let alone been with a man for that matter. Her last encounter was with none other than the Uchiha who hadn't even returned her feelings. She figured that was simply life, she would never have Sasuke and she would be alone. She was alone. Well, considering the troublesome men that constantly pestered her day and night, the usual lines, " did it hurt…' her typical eye roll and humoring the situation by adding, ' when I fell from heaven.' Yes she knew them all. Maybe she was asking for it, her usual haunt the local bar or nightclub. Did she mind the attention, yes… well, that was until…

The techno music deafened her surroundings, the crystal blue aura around her lighting her delicate skin in an eerie unearthly glow. Her hips swayed provocatively with the beat, her emerald eyes closed as she focused on the rhythm. It was meditative to her, took her away from the noise and reality of everything she surrounded herself with. She needed release, escape from the norm. That's why she was out on the floor, her sweaty body bumping and grinding with the strangers that crowded around her. She never minded the numerous people that she encountered, danced with, and then never saw again. It was routine on the nights she would come to the club.

But tonight was different. She felt the eyes linger on her body, she felt his gaze watch the sweat run down her smooth stomach to the rim of her skirt that hung low on her hips. Her eyes scanned around the room, searching for those eyes she felt on herself. And whose eyes should she meet, none other than the copy ninja's. His mismatched eyes traced over her body almost hypnotically, his blood red Sharingan beckoning her closer. She felt the intoxication of his stare pulling her body towards him, she couldn't resist.

Now, was it wrong for her to say she thought he was attractive, maybe? Would she ever tell him, never? She would see him behind her dark lids as she drifted to sleep, she would think about him while she daydreamed. Could it be she was simply imagining he was really putting his hands on her hips, his own body pressed against hers as the music drew them together with the beats. She could smell the alcohol on his warm breath that mingled with her own as she watched him. His eyes scanned over her bare chest, the lose top cut off at her mid waist, the neck of the shirt hanging off her shoulder. Sexy, he thought as he licked his lips thoughtfully. Her deep eyes drew him in, calling his name as his hands traced the length of her thighs. She let her head fall back, driving him wild at the sight of her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Her long pink hair swayed, her hands running down his chest as her hips rubbed erotically against his body. He pulled her harder against him as she swayed her hips to the thumping music, the strobe of the white lights making their movements unhurried and steady. The beat ran in her veins as she pulled at the vest, tugging it free from his hot body and threw it into the crowd. He ran his hand up her back, pulling her chest to him in one languid movement; her face now inches from his.

She never thought this would be happening, never in a million years. His hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers tracing feather light over her moist skin. She felt her heart hammer faster as his head lowered to hers, his forehead pressed against hers. His eyes searched hers, the familiar irises searching her own. The pounding music drowned out the sound of voices, the sound of her strained breath that passed through her full lips. His head dipped, but she pulled back.

" Kakashi…" she whispered as she realized they were so close, her body trembling in his arms. Her hips stopped swaying, her eyes widened as she noticed their erotic contact. He seemed to have awoken from the same fervent moment. His hands instantly released her. This was wrong, they both knew it. They had never thought they would ever be this close, this intimate.

Sakura gave him a nervous glance before she backed away slowly, the crowd devouring her. Kakashi caught a glimpse of her pink hair near the entrance. He leisurely moved the same direction, wanting to pursue her, to tell her what he was thinking, why he had come to dance with her. But the closer he got to the door, the more he regretted even coming here at all. He quickly backed away towards the rear door, slipping out quietly, letting the pounding music escape into the still night air before the warehouse door shut and locked the thumping music within. He felt the cool breeze tease his skin through his Jouniin shirt. He would have to return for his vest some other time, he decided. Hopefully, she would be there, another chance for him to move closer to the mesmerizing and seductive kunoichi.

Sakura adjusted the long neckline of her shirt, her cleavage obvious from the loose material. She welcomed the cool wisps of air that cooled her overheated skin, swept back the strands of rosette locks that clung to her sweaty face. She was in need of a long hot bath with many, many bubbles. Maybe some wine would slow her racing mind. Things were certainly going to be interesting over the next few days, especially since she had an early training session in the morning. She was definitely not looking forward to seeing her new dance partner.

Meh, not much now, but there will be more... already its sexy, what can i say. 21 is a perfect age for Sakura. Honestly, i have no idea how much older Kakashi is, but i know its a damn conciderable amount. He's old, she's young... works for me!

oh and comments are MUCHO appreciated and i love to read about what you thought, flammers and all! So please, if you want more chappies, do comment!