#cik

Anything. Innocent hand holding, hugs, kisses which didn’t lead to a steamy encounter pressed or bend over the next best object. Sometimes, it was just about the closeness, being together, knowing the other was close by. A sense of safety established over the time you spent together. 

The dreaded talk Kakashi promised you never came up.

A month in, you finally realized what was going on. You woke up, alone for once, but the door of your bedroom was open and in the distance, you heard your water cooker bubbling and someone humming under their breath. Kakashi. It was definitely Kakashi. Stretching and rolling around in your bed, you buried your face in the pillow he tended to use and smelled his unique scent. Sitting up, you looked around and tried to blink the sleep out of your eyes. There, on the side of the bedroom stood a chair with some of his clothes hanging over the backrest. A pair of slippers was discarded right beside the chair, barely in use as most of your flat was laid out with some kind of carpet. You knew that in the bathroom, a second toothbrush was waiting, just like some bottles of shampoo and body wash sitting in the corners of your shower. In the kitchen, Kakashi tended to make a strong, dark coffee for himself first, while the water for a tea for you would start to boil…

For a few more moments, you continued to stretch in your bed, the little groans coming from your joints making you sigh weakly out as well, then the sudden thought flashed through your head and you suddenly sat up straight in between the blankets, eyes wide and mouth half-open.

Oh gods in heaven and above. We’re doing some weird, backwards dating-thing. We’re fucking living together.

Cold horror and warm satisfaction surged through you as you stared at the ajar door. You still could hear the water boiling, the soft hum, a few steps on the kitchen tiles… Sounds which were like a home to you by now. The change had begun so gradually, without you noticing or even thinking of the possibility… It never occured to you. Never occured that Kakashi staying longer and longer could mean something more. That it would mean so much to you, that it would scare you in a way, that Kakashi seemed to be indifferent. Did he know? Was he aware? Would he care if you pointed it out to him? 

Pushing the blanket back, you swung your legs out of the bed. When you stood up, you heard the telltale ‘clack’ of the kettle, signalling that the water was ready. Also, Kakashi’s voice faded away, the hum vanishing from the air, only to be replaced by more steps over tiles. 

When you entered the kitchen, Kakashi didn’t turn around at first. His arms moved, preparing two mugs with hot beverages. The muscles beneath his tight, black shirt moved as well and you could literally watch him shift from side to side on his feet, merely by looking at his back and seeing the muscles. His feet were naked, and they only made sounds when he turned on the spot and leaned against the counter, eyes curled in half-moons as he did so. 

“Morning, sleepyhead. Took you some time.”

A shy smile flashed over your face. “Morning.”

“Made you a tea.” Kakashi gestured over to the mug filled with hot water. “Well, I tried to. You woke up too early. Tea leaves are still in the-!”

“I got it.” Carefully, you pushed past him to reach upwards to a cupboard where your tea leaves were waiting. As you opened it, you were heavily aware of his eyes scanning your body up and down. And he continued to watch you, arms crossed over his chest and obviously growing more and more amused the longer you struggled to grab the tea leaves.

“Will you stop,” another smile pulled at your lips, “laughing at me and grab the leaves? I bet you pushed them back on purpose.”

“Perhaps.” But the man complied, his flank pressing against your body as he easily grabbed the tea leaves and placed them in your hands. And, before you knew it, his lips pressed against your temple. “Are you alright? You look like you have seen a ghost.”

The small gesture stole your breath away. It was as easy as that, and still, the small kiss weighed on you like a boulder being thrown at you. “No… Not really.”

“Something else the matter?” 

“I…” With the weight on your shoulders and mind, you couldn’t look at him, and opted to stare at your own curled fingers. “I… I remembered that… we had a talk to do.” Not the realization you had just now, but a brooding thought constantly in the back of your mind. “And there’s some… new point that came up which I want to talk about.”

Kakashi was leaning against the kitchen counter as you spoke up, and his entire posture tensed when you closed your mouth again. Like he hadn’t known when the talk would come, and even forgot about it himself. You refused to look anywhere near him, just pressed the tea leaves to your chest and waited. Waited for him to decide what to do with that information. 

“You want to talk?” The other, unspoken question could be heard loud and clear. “Now?”

“I think,” a thick ball of nervousness was stuck in your throat, “the talk is long overdue, isn’t it?”

Thankfully, he nodded. “To be honest, I was waiting for you to be comfortable enough for this talk.”

“I’m in no way comfortable, but the talk is necessary.” You gestured into the air between the two of you, wary and with trembling fingers. “This… needs some clarity.”

“I definitely agree on that.” Despite his words, the fleeting touch of his hands stroking over your arm as he walked past you and left the kitchen, was reassuring, caring, warm. You wanted to lean into Kakashi, but then he was already gone. Good for you that he was still in your home.

Your senses told you that his chakra source was right now in your living room, waiting for you. A quick glance to the side told you that he took his cup of coffee with him, so you quickly prepared your own hot beverage and followed. 

Seeing Kakashi sit on your couch made a warm bubble rise in your throat. Legs crossed at the ankles and outstretched, his back leaning heavily into the backrest, and the cup of coffee in his hand just rising to his lips, the man lowered the cup again and smiled weakly when he spotted you. 

“Hey.” Hoarsely calling out, he patted the couch right beside him. And like a moth drawn to a flame, you followed his suggestion. Not that you needed much convincing. Kakashi’s presence had become a drug for you. 

Your mug had to get out of the way. Quickly, you placed the tea onto the small coffee table, only to accept his outstretched hand and mug and place his coffee right beside your tea. Then, with a last sigh, you settled into the cushions. Out of a long trained instinct, you leaned towards him, and of course, he noticed. One of his arms rose and you were able to cuddle into his side, your head resting against his shoulder. With your ear pressing against the side of his chest, you could faintly listen to his heart beat. 

“So…” His voice rumbled deep within his body. “You want to talk, huh?”

One of your hands splayed out on his thigh, fingers drawing lines and lines over his skin right above the knee. “Yeah…” you mumbled while not daring to meet his eye. 

“Alright.”

Silence. Your hand continued to stroke over his leg, absent-mindedly following the thin, silvery hair hairs on his thighs. The hand resting on your shoulder tightened for just a moment, pulling you closer to him. But he didn’t say anything, just like you didn’t say anything. 

Was he waiting for you to start? Biting your lip, you dared to move your head and looked up. Your eyes met his. And right, he was obviously waiting for you to speak first. There was an amused twinkle in his one visible eye, the other with the scar closed. He waited, and liked to see you struggle with yourself and your emotions. 

Half-teasing, half-growling, you jabbed your index fingers into his thigh. “Stop it.”

“I don’t do anything.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I don’t.”

“Sure.” Huffing, you buried your head again in his side. “Teasing ass.”

Beneath your cheek, his chest rose as he sighed out. “Oh man, how much I missed this… Your sharp insults thrown my way.”

“Oh yeah?” Out of old, weak instinct, you pushed yourself up to look him into his masked face. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Yeah?” Still, with that amused tone in his voice. You continued to glare at him, baring your teeth when he didn’t move a muscle, only to snort and shake your head.

“Incredible. You’re really doing this.”

“I’m not doing anything.” He shrugged. Though, you could see his jaw tensing, working, even a small muscle twitching at his temple, telling you exactly that you were on the right path.

“You’re making me do all the heavy lifting. Emotionally speaking.”

“I already did my part.”

“How so?”

“I initiated this talk.”

“You said you wanted to talk. While we were in bed, high on a great orgasm, and you were worried,” again, you pushed your index finger into his thigh, softening your touch when you noticed the sudden twitch of his leg, “that I would go on a mission. A sudden decision to talk and voice that while knowing that maybe that talk will never happen is way easier than actually doing so.”

“And yet,” one of his hands slipped into your palm, spreading out your fingers with a gentleness which made your heart beat faster, “you talk way too much without saying anything or getting to the point.”

“This is all foreplay.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah.” Glaring at him, you closed your hand around his, tugging the limb into your lap. There, you cupped his hand in yours, betraying your grumpy tone, prickly defense and attempts to deflect the advancing of the talk you started. Dodging and ducking, like a true shinobi. But being a shinobi wouldn’t help you here, outside of the battlefield. As a shinobi, you had to lie, steal and maim. This here was the exact opposite, so far off that you had no idea how to start. 

Maybe…

“I don’t…” Swallowing a thick ball of nervousness, you continued to fiddle with his fingers. “I don’t know where to start.”

For a few moments, Kakashi said nothing. The heavy words stayed in the air like poisonous gas, permeating everything around. But his fingers also stayed entangled with your hands, fingers opening even further to allow you to play more with them. So, it was alright, even though the tension in the air was rising steadily. 

Then, he sighed; a deep, heavy sigh one would expect from a man with the world on his shoulders. “Me neither.”

This was a problem. How was this conversation supposed to advance if not for one of you opening up? But every time you tried to open your mouth, nothing would come out. One glance at Kakashi, who continued to stare at his hand in yours, and you knew someone had to do something.

“Let’s fuck.”

Far from the romantic words cursing like mockery through your head, but it certainly got Kakashi’s attention. His eye met yours, widened the tiniest bit at the seriousness in them, then he sat up straighter. 

“You think that might work?”

“I’m not sure.” Looking away, you fiddled with the edges of his fingers, heavily aware that his own vision was fixated on the small motions. “But I think that whatever this is here, started with the two of us sleeping with each other. And everything is better than trying to come up with words which obviously won’t come.”

“Agreed.”

“So…” One hasty glance into his direction, only for your eyes to fall back towards the ground. “Do we… just start like usual?”

“If you want that.” Kakashi seemed as relaxed and casual as always. For a few seconds, he had you fooled, and only when he didn’t make a single move, you realized your mistake. He was just as insecure, just as hesitant, maybe even just as scared as you were. 

He didn’t move a muscle when you sat up straight, still with his hands entangled with yours in your lap. Kakashi still didn’t move when you swung one leg over him, except for a small tensing of his jaw as you raised his hand to your mouth. Your heart was fluttering with anxiety as you kissed the very fingertips, before leaning in to cup his cheek with your free hand.

Something was entirely different as his Sharingan fluttered open. Kakashi didn’t lean into your touch like he usually did, just read your features with the impatient patience of someone who barely restrained himself. Maskless and still with his guard up, he watched how you mustered his face, uncertainty and anxiety written all over your features. Your fingers only shook the tiniest bit as you continued to caress his cheek, cherishing every single second which passed. 

His warmth seeped into your skin. A small comfort, familiar and yet so new and fascinating like you experienced this phenomenon for the very first time. Despite your nervousness, a helpless smile tugged at your lips. In return, his own mouth quirked up as well, before he sighed and finally leaned into your hand. Finally, as you weren’t sure if you could hold up your facade of barely restrained nervousness any longer.

“Kakashi.” The simple calling of his name made his eyes meet yours. “While we’re doing this, while we’re sleeping with each other…”

His eyes fluttered shut. “Mhm…”

“We can…” A light breath dropped from your lips, just enough to relieve some of your inner tension. “We can try to… talk during everything.”

“And be honest with each other?” His small smile didn’t fade at your ridiculous suggestion. “Finally?”

“Maybe”, you offered. “Just… maybe. If we both want to.”

Your heart was beating so loudly in your chest you believed that he had to hear it. How could he not, when he was so close to you? Physically and maybe even emotionally. 

Still caressing his cheek with light strokes of your fingers, you shifted forward. The quickly growing bulge in his light underwear wasn’t to be concealed or hidden, and when your own hot middle pressed against the dick, the man groaned beneath his breath.

“And if I want to,” he said, eyes again closed and head lowering itself onto the backrest, “can I take control of this situation?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

So close to his lips he had to feel your grin, you nodded. “If you can take it away from me.”

This was easier than being honest. Teasing him, riling him up, being soft and careful or hard and unforgiving. Why waste time trying to come up with the right words if they would just bubble up on their own after an orgasm?

Kakashi reacted to your answer like you expected him to. In an instant, a deep growl resounded through his chest, his hands gripped into your butt, and he lifted you easily into the air. Still grinning, you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, knowing that whatever he planned would be pleasurable for the both of you. 

Kakashi entered your bedroom. Still holding onto you like you weighed nothing, he walked over to the windows and pulled the blinds shut. The dim sunlight still falling through the little cracks between the blinds drew the most delicious lines and shadows onto his body — on yours as well. Only when he stopped at the end of your bed, right in front of your wardrobe with the big mirrors attached to the doors, you had the inkling of an idea of what he might want to do with you. A shudder of raw anticipation wandered down your spine, zapping right into your stomach and even lower. 

Your eyes never left each other as you loosened your legs around his middle. Your toes dug into the rich carpet, soft and warm against your skin, but the mirror was as cold and hard as ice as you leaned back against it.

“Well?” One eyebrow rose, together with a cocky smile flashing over your face. “I’m not yet controlled. What are you waiting for?”

Bliss in its simplicity. When Kakashi stepped closer and cupped your face with both hands, you eagerly fell into his embrace. The first kiss was soft and asking, almost shy. Just lips against lips, mouthing with all the gentleness a bloodthirsty, ruthless shinobi could muster. Warm wave after warm wave washed through you, the tender pulse making your head float and your heart stutter. 

Words weren’t necessary for this. You understood more through this kiss than Kakashi could ever explain. That kiss alone was worth the awkwardness of before, and when you returned it in the same passionate yet calm way, Kakashi melted into you like he understood as well.

But it wasn’t over. Your tongue darted out, a teasing caress over his bottom lip. The deep growl in his chest was just a hint of what was about to come. In an instant, his own tongue asked for entrance, and with a little moan, you granted it. 

The kiss grew feverish. His hands were still cupping your face, pulling you impossibly close against his chest, your own hands were busy searching for an opening in his impossibly tight shirt. Finally, your fingers graced the naked skin of his stomach, taut muscles and scars alike. In return, teeth nibbled at your lips, mirroring the movements of your hands. 

When Kakashi pulled back, you whined, missing the warmth of his body almost instantly. In comparison, his little chuckle at your antics was only a small reward. “Just undressing. Then, the real fun can begin.”

“I sure hope it does.” The edge of your words lessened, with your weak, breathy voice coming out from between reddened, begging lips. Not even talking about the way you arched forward; towards the man as he started stripping off his shirt and underwear. He was quick to discard his unwanted and unneeded clothing right there on the carpet, just as quick as you were in discarding your own sleeping clothes.

“Kakashi,” you mumbled and reached out to him, “come… please.”

“Turn around.”

The sudden change of tone made you pause. Cocking your head to the side, you looked up to him, with the mirror slowly warming up against your bare backside. 

“You understand well enough,” he said, all natural commandeering force and leader, “turn around and I will come to you.” To emphasize, he even took a tiny step back, with his arms crossed over his chest and eyes locked with yours.

Usually, outside of this situation, you would’ve questioned every command he would have given to you. Before all of this happened, before you realized what he meant to you, before Kakashi came to comfort and protect you from the nightmares. Now, you gave him one last, pleading look, before you turned around. Seeing yourself in the mirror, in your current state, was… strange. With your lips slick with spittle, your eyes glassy and hungry at the same time, naked body covered with goosebumps and your erect nipples pressing against the blessedly cool glass of the mirror. All of that was clear to you to see, just as Kakashi stepped closer to you, even though you heard no sound. His hands again dug into your butt, kneading the flesh and obviously enjoying how you leaned into his grip. 

“You like that, do you?” 

Nodding, you couldn’t rip yourself away from the sight in front of you. Instead of watching yourself, your eyes were glued to the image of Kakashi, who looked down to watch his own hands caressing and exploring the curves of your behind. 

“I always liked watching you.” The confession came out of the blue, but wasn’t surprising in the least. You expected something like that, a small opener for the deeper conversations to come. What you didn’t expect was the sudden slap to your left cheek, quickly followed by a slap to the right one. Just barely, you kept all sounds in, only to throw a glare at the man in the mirror.

He noticed. Looking up, a quick grin flashed over his face, showing off the set of dimples the man called his own. “You’re beautiful.” His fingers grabbed your butt harder. “You’re capable.” A whimper escaped when the edges of his fingers dipped lower, spreading your cheeks apart. “You’re smart enough to outlast anyone.” The fingers rimmed the wet hole where all the heat gathered, teasingly spreading more and more of your slick. “And your tongue is sharp enough to skin any idiot who dares to step in your path.” Another whimper drifted through the air as two of his fingers sunk into you, right up to the knuckles. 

Through the mirror, Kakashi watched you with burning, unrelenting intent. There was no escaping from his gaze, no matter if you tried to close your eyes or avert his gaze. With the mirror, every single one of your motions was projected to him in advance.

“Do not look away,” he ordered, voice deadly silent and yet so, so loving, “I want you to see me.”

“Seems to be,” you almost choked on the next words as his fingers massaged that special spot inside of you, “a little kink of yours.”

“That I want you to only see me?” For a moment, he paused, eyes trained on your sweaty, eagerly wiggling reflection. Then, he nodded, only to stuff another finger inside of you. “Yeah. You could say so.”

Before you could question him more, his fingers started a rough, punishing rhythm. With a choked moan, you had to lean even further forward, while pushing your butt into Kakashi’s lap and your hands against the mirror, shoring yourself. Cool air caressed your sensitive breasts, making you wiggle even more as Kakashi fingered you with endless patience. One hand holding your hip steady, the other pumping into you, while his eye and Sharingan watched your every single motion, reaction and shuddering moan you tried to suppress. 

In the mirror, you could see yourself being affected by his gestures. You saw yourself and the sweat running down your skin, the twisted, desperate expressions on your face, the faint sheen of slick running down your spread inner thighs with Kakashi’s hand relentlessly pushing in and out of you. But you could also see his reactions, his expressions, his body as he leaned over you, his chest molded against your back, with his mouth close enough to your ears to whisper more filthy nothings. “The night you rode me for the first time… I never thought it would be possible that this happened. Never thought you would come close enough.” 

“Kakashi…” 

“Shush. Just for now. Let me…” His fingers twisted, pulled, pushed, only for you to suddenly cry out as the first explosion of an orgasm ripped through you. Only barely, you held onto your sanity, with your knees buckling and moans falling from your lips. Eyes half-lidded, pleasure wrecked through your body, and you would have continued to lean heavily into the mirror and try to catch your breath, but then Kakashi’s hard cock pushed into you while your inner muscles still fluttered and trembled. 

The feeling of being filled coiled the knot in your lower stomach again into a tight ball. Weakly, you pushed backwards, until you felt how his hips were finally flush with your butt. “Yes,” you whined, “yes, oh gods, Kakashi!”

“I didn’t think,” he mumbled, teeth grazing over your shoulder, “that you would ever try to hold up your end of our… deal. When you did, it was… more than I ever hoped for.”

He took one step forward. One of his hands rose to the back of your neck, fingers splaying over your skin and softly gripping down. Unable to do anything against it, you closed your eyes and whimpered. This really felt like you were submitting, and him taking control away from you. And still, you knew he would stop as soon as you would show any sign of discomfort. Dancing on the edge between giving and taking, with him giving you everything you needed and you taking all which he had to give. 

“So good,” he mumbled, the dark timbre in his voice making your insides quiver, “so good for me. Only for me.”

When he retreated and his hard cock left you, another whimper ripped itself away from your lips. With his cock, his body also vanished, straightening up and inspecting your back from afar and your needy expressions in the mirror, while the man himself seemed as unbothered as one could be. Unbearable, to be left like this. Empty, cold and still with your knees weakly shaking, only held up by the tip of his cock still remaining inside of you. Desperately, your muscles clenched around him, caressing and begging to come back to where he belonged. Kakashi’s face tightened, just like the grip of his hands at your hips and neck. 

“You were jealous,” you gasped out as he shallowly rocked into you, “jealous of Genma. That’s why… oh gods…”

A low growl from behind cut you off. “Smelling him on you was the worst thing I encountered in a whole while.” 

Another shiver wrecked through your body, only overtaken by the jerk as Kakashi slammed back into you to the hilt. “Seeing him touch you was unbearable.” With a sudden surge of strength, he pulled your upper body up, back into him, your back to his chest. His arm hooked over your shoulder and the hand gripping the back of your neck came to a rest around your throat, cradling the sensitive spot with the tenderness of a true lover. At the feeling, your heart soared, and through the constant drumming in your ears, you could hear Kakashi whisper more into your ear, while his hips kept up the short, powerful thrusts. 

“Even back then, I wanted to ask you for more, but didn’t dare to. Not when I wasn’t sure that you wanted the same.”

“I wanted-! Kakashi, gods, I wanted it… Wanted you-!” One of your hands flew up, cradling his hand laying across your throat. The other still was firmly molded against the mirror, now heated up from your body and the steamy activities. Your own face was twisted into wicked pleasure, but Kakashi’s face was just as distorted by the intense emotions whirling through him. You knew now, but he revealed more of himself. Opened himself up more and more, underlined with every thrust of his hips and flex of his fingers around your throat.

“There’s no one else I want to see after a mission. No one else I want to come back to. I want to fall into your arms every night and want to comfort you when nightmares wake you up.”

His teeth ran alongside the back of your spine, gently clamping down as he found the perfect spot to leave a mark. The pain was sweet, only fueling the pleasure quickly building up inside of you. 

“Kakashi…” You tried, tried so hard to speak up, but it was hard when he was still fucking with slow, concise motions. “Kakashi, I… I have wanted you since the first night. I didn’t… Didn’t realize before that I liked you in that way, didn’t… didn’t think it was possible that you want me back.”

“I want everything. Everything you can give.”

“And I will try.” Through a blurry curtain of tears, you tried to catch his eyes and smiled weakly when you met them. “I will try to give you anything I can. I will try to be more open, and sometimes, I will even try to say everything out loud.”

He understood. His lips pressed themselves to your neck, nipping and biting and caressing over your sweaty skin, only to place his chin on the curve of your shoulder and watch how you were suppressing more moans. His eyes were glittering in faint amusement and unbridled lust. “You said enough, right? A few weeks ago. You said it, mumbled it into my chest when I was so deep inside of you I could barely even think straight.”

For a few moments, he stilled. His cock pulsed, you could feel every single twitch. Connected through the bonds you made over the months, connected by the emotions you shared without realizing, connected by the familiarity of your bodies, you reached up and loosened the grip around your throat. Not breaking eye contact with him, you kissed the rough palm, before entangling your hands and placing your hand beside the other against the mirror. His own was splayed across the back of your hand, automatically slipping in between your fingers and squeezing yours tightly. 

Then, still mouthing the juncture between shoulder and neck, he mumbled another confession onto your skin. “I said it, too. I had your hair in my mouth while I did so, but I hoped you would hear me and understand what I meant.”

Gods, you understood. Unable to form a single word, you nodded. Nodded and tried not to cry out when he hit that special spot inside of you again and again, relentless in his assault of your nerves and bringing you pleasure. “Kakashi!” 

“(Y/N)... Fuck!” A deep, guttural grunt, then you could feel him emptying himself into you. Scorching hot liquid pumped through the twitching dick, and instantly dribbled down and out of you, but you couldn’t care less. When the torrent of cum slowed down and Kakashi came up panting for breath, his fingers quickly found your overly sensitive clit. Rolling, teasing, then attacking relentlessly — the orgasm crashed into you as a pleasurable aftershock of the previous one. Trembling and twitching, you leaned into the man, who went back to snuggle his face into the nape of your neck. Your hands were still joined and pressing against the mirror, and only after a few long minutes in which you only exchanged breathy chuckles and shaky smiles, you managed to find enough strength to form words.

“You moved into my flat.”

There was no accusation in your voice. Nothing but honest curiosity and mild amusement. He noticed. One look up over your shoulder, your eyes meeting in the mirror and the cheeky grin flashing over his face couldn’t be missed. 

“I waited for you.”

“For what exactly?”

“For you to notice me…” He shifted from side to side, his softening cock still nestled deep within your body. “And for you to be ready for this talk.”

“Well… Was I?”

“What?”

“Ready.”

Kakashi hummed. His lips moved over your shoulder, gentle caresses and soft bites all the same. “You weren’t. But I wasn’t, either.”

“But we made it.” Weakly, you arched into his touch, especially his fingers still resting in a silent promise against your clit. They weren’t moving, yet. “We… talked.”

“Kind of, yes.” 

“We have to talk more, right?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I mean…” Smiling, you finally let your eyes fall close and you leaned back into his embrace. Hair tickled your temple and your grin widened as the man in your back pulled you back into him, hands steady, secure and safe. “I like the way our talks could go. From now on, I mean.”

“They certainly have that special something.”

“So…” Your muscles clenched around him. The low groan you elicited from Kakashi was simply music to your ears. “Care for a few more talks today?”

The groan quickly switched over into a dark chuckle, and when he suddenly picked you up to throw you on your bed, you squealed in surprise and excitement. As Kakashi crawled up to you, only to flush his entire body against yours, with so much love in his eyes it nearly hurt, you knew that somehow, everything would be alright. He whispered into your ear, before you silenced him with a well-placed kiss.