How would built up sexual tension with Kakashi feel like?
like a bolt of lightning. a zap of electricity. letting your fingertip just barely graze an open flame.
so intense you must draw away before you're burned. injured. before you can't take it back.
because giving in is not an option - the reason this feeling has built up the way it has is because you know if you succumb, there is no turning back.
it's more than attraction. more than lust. it is a deep, simmering need. kakashi is such an enigmatic presence. you have no idea if he feels the same, no indication the way you react to his presence is reciprocated.
so it's quite a surprise when one evening you find yourself in a dark hallway, kakashi's body pressed close to yours, the warmth of his breath fanning over your face from beneath the mask still pulled taut over his mouth.
your stomach flips, your heart somersaults, your breath hitches. you can smell him, feel the warmth of his body pressing against you. you listen as his breath rasps in and out, watch as the pupil of his dark grey eye widens, bores into you.
and then his mask pulls down and he leans forward, and you are totally enraptured by the lower half of his face, brain incapable of comprehending exactly what this means, even as you lean forward and your lips meet his...
