Desks, Letter Openers, and Privacy

Sakura's eye twitched. "Kakashi, we are not having sex in your office."

Okay, so maybe just flat out asking her hadn't been the best idea. How about a change in direction? "Well, when you think about some of the other things we've done…" He trailed off as she slowly and deliberately reached for the letter opener he kept on his desk. Note to self: make sure that all sharp objects have been removed before propositioning Sakura.

"Don't even think of using that as an argument, Hatake." She gave him a glare that would have done Anko proud.

He felt his pulse quicken. Did she have any idea just how delectable she looked with that murderous gleam in her eyes? Probably not. It was time to bring out the big guns. Smirking, he began to take off his mask.

"What are you doing?" Sakura snapped before her eyes widened. "Do not take off that mask!"

He slid the mask off and gave her his best bedroom smile. Oh yes, he thought as her cheeks flushed in that utterly fetching way of hers. He might be getting on in years, but damn if he still didn't have what it took to sweep a girl off her feet. Over the years, she'd developed quite the weakness for his uncovered face and he didn't feel the least bit guilty in exploiting it. How could he, when she knew all of his weaknesses and took ruthless advantage of them every day? How else had she managed to more than triple his productivity in the past month alone?

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it," Kakashi murmured as he moved from behind his desk to stand just behind her, his mouth pressed against the nape of her neck. "I know I have."

She shoved away from him. Damn him and his bedroom eyes… and voice… and… and smile… and just… just damn him. "Kakashi…"

"Are you worried that we might get caught?" She looked away and he grinned. So that was what it? How very… intriguing. "I could lock the door, you know, and close the blinds." He moved close, noting with no small amount of amusement that for every step forward he took, she took an equally big step backward.

"That… that's not the point." Sakura gulped as she felt the edge of his desk press up against her. "It's your office…"

"Yes," Kakashi drawled. "Which is funny, because that never seemed to bother you when you were prancing around in those skirts of yours or those shorts." He had her backed right up against the table now and he let his hands rest on her hips as he leaned in to kiss the base of her throat. "You might be my assistant, Sakura, but have you forgotten just who is supposed to be in charge here?"

Sakura moaned and fought to clear her head. They couldn't do this, because if they did then they'd never get any work done around the office. And as good as the sex would be – and it would be very, very good – she had no desire to be hauled up in front of the council to explain just why Kakashi's productivity had plummeted back to its previous levels.

"Kakashi," she moaned, trying to squirm free as her hands roamed the desk for something, anything, to distract him. "You've…still… got… so much… paperwork…"

"Paperwork?" He chuckled and lifted her up onto the desk. "Don't worry, I promise I'll have it done on time."

She groaned. His hands, those damn talented hands of his. "But… they'll hear us."

Kakashi paused for a moment and looked down at the woman in his arms. She was so beautiful, looking up at him with those eyes, her lips parted just so, her breath coming in short, excited little gasps. "Then we'd best be quiet, hadn't we?" he murmured as he lowered his lips to hers, swallowing her gasp of pleasure.


Hinata hid her laugh behind her hand as she watched Naruto strut down the corridor to the Hokage's office.

"I can't wait to tell everybody about the mission!" he crowed. "I can just imagine the look on that jerk Sasuke's face when he finds out that we were the ones to rescue the daimyo's daughter. I bet he'll be crying himself to sleep for weeks."

"The mission did go quite well." She blushed as Naruto beamed at her. It really was quite hard not to get caught up in his enthusiasm and his eyes were so very blue.

"Quite well?" Naruto laughed and swept her up in his arms, swinging her around in lazy circles. "Not only did we save the daimyo's daughter, but we wiped out a horde of mercenaries and enemy ninja and we still managed to get back here in one piece!" He set her down and smiled that wonderful smile of his that always made her go weak at the knees. "This'll show those jerks on the council that I've got what it takes to be Hokage and it's all thanks to you, Hinata."

"Oh… um… I didn't do that much." She looked down, unable to meet the brightness of his gaze.

"Hey!" Naruto said, tipping her chin up. She felt her heart flutter. "Don't do that. If it hadn't been for you I'd have been killed at least twice back there, so don't get down on yourself."

He really was sweet, she thought. She hadn't looked away because she'd been ashamed. No, she looked away because she hadn't been able to think of anything to say with him so close to her.

"And when I'm Hokage, I'll have this whole place redecorated – it could really use more orange." He looked at her and grinned. "And I'll need an assistant too, you know. I think you'd make an awesome assistant, Hinata."

The rational part of her wanted to point out all of the things wrong with what he'd just said. After all, not only would the sombre interior of the tower look terrible in orange, but also as the future leader of her clan there was no way that she could ever be his assistant. Then again this was Naruto, and if anyone could do the impossible it would be him. "I think that would be great."

"Well of course it would be," he said, flashing her a jaunty smile. "After all, I thought of it. Now come on, let's go give our report so we can hit the town!"

She couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Okay."

Suddenly he tensed and stopped, eyes closed, listening keenly. "Wait… do you here that?"

"Hear what?" she asked, startled by the sudden shift in his demeanour. His eyes were blue steel now, with no trace of merriment in them. This wasn't Naruto the happy-go-lucky prankster she'd been talking to only a moment ago. This was Naruto the ninja, the one destined to become Hokage. "I… I don't hear anything."

He pressed his ear to the door of the Hokage's office. "It sounds like a struggle." His eyes narrowed and she felt the air around them crackle with power. "I think I heard Sakura!"

Hinata's eyes widened. Struggle? Was someone trying to assassinate the Hokage? Quickly, she activated her byakugan and peered through the wall. She could hardly stand by if someone was trying to hurt the Hokage… oh… her cheeks flushed and she swayed on her feet… oh my. Sakura and the Hokage were… were… she tilted her head to one side… Sakura really was flexible…

"Hinata?" Naruto shouted. "What's going on in there? Damn it!"

"Huh?" She shook herself out of her reverie just in time to see Naruto draw his foot back to kick the door. "Naruto!" she shouted.


"Wait…" she finished lamely as the door flew off its hinges.

"Sakura!" Naruto roared as he leapt into the room, a rasengan already in his hand. Then he stopped… and stared. Sakura and Kakashi were on the desk and they were… were… "OH MY GOD!" he shrieked before he stumbled from the room, one hand over his eyes, the other waving blindly in front of him.

Hinata winced as Naruto slammed into one of the walls before shambling down the hallway. Just before she moved to go after him she heard the Hokage speak.

"You know, Sakura, it could have been worse. It was only Naruto."

Dead silence greeted his statement and Hinata winced again. Even she knew that was exactly the wrong thing to say.

"You have exactly five seconds to get off me, Hatake."

More silence.



"Hey… wait… put that down… that's sharp!"

Hinata's eyes widened. Was the mighty copy-ninja… afraid?


"Come on, Sakura, be reasonable."

"Three." Sakura's voice was ice.

And then Hinata was treated to the sight of her Hokage's bare backside as he fled down the corridor. A few moments later, Sakura emerged fully clothed, idly twirling a letter opener in her hands.

"Hinata, did you happen to see the Hokage?" Sakura asked, a little too calmly.

"Um…" Hinata considered herself a loyal servant of Konoha but there was something just a little unsettling in Sakura's eyes, something that did not bode well for her if she chose to cover for the silver-haired Hokage. "He went that way."


It was one thing to know that two of your best friends were involved in a relationship, Naruto thought, quite another, altogether more traumatising thing, to see them consummating said relationship on a table. If there were some way of burning the image out of his head he'd gladly take it. Maybe there was some funny sharingan thing that Sasuke could do…

"Ummm… Naruto, are you okay?"

He blinked and looked up from his ramen. "Oh. Hey. Hinata."

She took a seat beside him and frowned. His ramen was cold. That was not a good sign. "Are you… okay?"

"Yeah… yeah I am…." He trailed off. "It's just… yeah."

She smiled softly.

"I mean…" He slanted her a curious look. "I mean… you're taking this better than I am."

"Oh." She looked down and blushed. "It's not the first time I… I've walked in on someone."


She lowered her voice. "Neji and Ten Ten."

Naruto looked shocked. "But… don't you guys all have the byakugan and stuff?"

"Yes, but we try not to use it in the house. People do appreciate their privacy."

He laughed. "I've got to ask Neji about that sometime." He flinched at her glare. It wasn't often that Hinata looked at him like that. "Or… maybe not."


Naruto looked back at his ramen. That desk, the moment he became Hokage he was going to burn that desk. Never mind that all of the Hokage's before him had used it, there was no way he was going to spend his days writing on something that Sakura and Kakashi had… had… gah. "Hey, Hinata, you know the laws about being Hokage pretty well, right?"

She nodded. "It's part of my training as the clan heir."

"I don't have to keep that desk do I?"

"What desk? Oh." She felt her whole face redden. "Um… I don't think so… I mean… it's… it's just a desk."

"Good, because there's no damn way I'm using it and you can bet that when I'm Hokage I won't be doing stuff like that with my assistant."

Hinata froze. Doing stuff like that with his assistant? Hadn't he wanted her to be his assistant? Naruto and her… and that desk and… oh… oh my.

"Hinata!" Naruto dove forward just in time to catch her before she hit the ground.

"No," Hinata murmured, a silly smile on her face. "We can't… not in your office, Naruto."


It was two days before Naruto and Hinata finally worked up the courage to give their mission report. And if they had any questions as to why the Hokage looked like he'd been run over by a lawnmower or why Sakura was wearing quite possibly the frumpiest outfit they'd ever seen, then they wisely kept their questions to themselves.


Author's Notes

Standard disclaimer: I neither own Naruto, nor am I make a dime off of this.

Things have a funny way of going wrong, even when they're going very, very right. I thought about a number of things I could have as the second chapter but settled on this one.

As always, I appreciate your feedback.