Slowly but not hesitantly, Sakura followed the path of his throat with her eyes, up towards the mark on his chin towards his mouth, past his straight nose until she met his own mismatched eyes. She couldn’t see clearly with how dark it was but she felt his heartbeat speed up beneath her fingertips when their eyes met.
It felt inevitable, really, that they would eventually end up like this. Sakura felt like she was standing on a precipice, on the verge of taking a step that would change everything and that she wouldn’t be able to take back. She also knew from the way his muscles were tightly coiled even as his fingers tightened where they held her that she would have to be the one to take that step.
In the end it was the easiest thing she’d ever done, closing the distance between their lips in the darkness of his room in the safety of their village.
She pressed against him slowly, giving him time to back away but knowing that he wouldn’t. Kakashi had wanted and yearned for this as much as she had, she knew, and she didn’t think anything short of a natural catastrophe would be able to stop them from getting what they wanted.