Kissing. Smooching. Necking. Snogging. Making out. Cataglottism. There were a million ways to say it, but it was the eve of Sakura’s eighteenth birthday and she still hadn’t done it. She’d had a peck on the cheek, but never that burning, passionate, smoldering kiss that made you see fireworks. She wondered if kisses like that even existed or if they were just the fictitious writings of flowery romance novels.
Ordinarily, this was a topic she would discuss with her best friend Ino, but considering she was stuck in a one room log cabin in the middle of a forest with Kakashi Hatake on a mission that ensured her birthday festivities would be few, her choice of conversation partners was limited.
“Kakashi, is kissing as great in real life as it is in your books?”
He lowered his green-jacked copy of Icha Icha Tactics and looked over at her from where he was reclined on the bed. Sakura noted that he didn’t even look surprised by her question.
“It depends who you’re kissing,” he said mildly.
“Oh, well…what’s it like?” she asked, cheeks reddening slightly.
“Why Sakura Haruno, could it be that you have never experience it for yourself?”
His tone was teasing and she immediately regretted saying anything at all.
“Just forget about it,” she snapped, returning to oiling her weapons in front of the small fire flickering in the fireplace.
Kakashi rose from the bed and walked across the small room to hover over her, but Sakura ignored him. He crouched down until he was very close and whispered “Do you want a kiss for your birthday?”
Sakura started. Not only was his tone suggestive, but he had actually remembered her birthday. She hadn’t told anyone about it this year.
She looked up to find him leaning in his masked mouth dangerously close to hers.
“But it’s not my birthday yet.”
“It’s 12:04 am,” he replied. “You’ve ben eighteen for four whole minutes, which makes this perfectly legal.”
And then his bare lips were on hers, meaning somehow he had tugged down his mask before she could see his face. He pressed his lips against hers softly, but then his warm tongue ran across her bottom lip followed by a soft nip of his teeth, and Sakura’s world suddenly crumbled.
Her body was set afire as his tongue entered her mouth, probing and exploring. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as his cradled the nape of her neck. She was tingling and hot in all the naughtiest places. Never had she felt a need to carnal, so driving, even during the heights of puberty.
Bursts of light and color erupted with every kiss but it was over much too soon. As Kakashi pulled away, she found herself shaken and breathless.
“Well, was it like in the books?” he asked smugly.
Rather than reply, she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him back to her, determined to get as much kissing in on her birthday as she could.