You were at Asuma and Kurenai sensei's wedding which took place at the local park in the center of the village. All the ninja were invited and it was a great opportunity for all of you to get together and have a good time, and why not do it at a better place than a wedding. Nothing says fun more than irresponsible adults and alcohol in the mix.

The ceremony was beautiful and such a wonderful event to experience, especially the speech Shikamaru gave for his sensei; being the best man and all. But now that it was getting late and the after party had started, the drinks and dancing came out and such an innocent day had began to turn into anything but.

You never thought that Naruto could be such a drunk! Atleast he was hitting on Hinata. Girls were going from slightly tipsy to completely hammered and all you could do was sit back and watch their stupidity. Now of course you had your own fair share in the fun, only enjoying a few fruity cocktails but you were only slightly intoxicated. The option of getting drunk was definitely a no go, especially since you were under age, along with all the other ninja who graduated with you at the academy.

Even though the original Team 7 wasn't together, you still were able to enjoy your time without Sasuke being there. You still had Naruto of course, and let's not forget Kakashi Sensei. That man. You groaned at the thought of your teacher. Apparently the only thing he can recall to mind while being one hundred percent drunk were those x rated books written by Jiraiya and his most prized student: you.

Your Sensei seemed to enjoy drinking more than you could ever possibly comprehend. Going from vodka shots to straight booze he was always at a constant pace, back and forth to the bar with his long time rival; Gai.

Speaking of the devil, the man with the silver hair that seemed to devy gravity popped his head out of the tent and made his way towards where you were sitting, practically tripping over his own two feet. As he sat down next to you you noticed the can of beer he held in his gloved hand, and suddenly you became more annoyed.

You ripped the can of alcohol out of his hand and emptied it's contents onto the ground, not even caring it was a waste of his money.

"I already can't have an intelligible conversation with Shikamaru! Not you too, Sensei." You hissed. Obviously he couldn't process what you were saying and all you noticed was his blood shot eyes and the completely tired look on his face.

"Sensei-sama, I have no idea what I'm going to do with you." You said, scooting closer to him and putting your arms under him for support.

He groaned, most likely from the headache and nausea working their way into his system

"You are gorgeous, Name" was all he was able to make out, with a pained smirk on his face. This wasn't the first time Kakashi had tried sweet talking you. But you figured he didn't mean anything by it. You were just the only woman he really recognized among the rest of the attendants, probably since he's been with you and Naruto just about everyday for several years now.

"Yeah, yeah." You mumbled, your cheeks turning crimson. He was still an attractive man, so it's not like it wasn't working.

"What do you say you take me home?" He slurred, looking at you. You could feel his breath on your face and it was hot and heavy and smelled strongly of alcohol.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, a yawn erupting from his throat. You could feel his soft hair tickle your neck and suddenly you became exhausted too.

The closeness and sudden interest he had in you definitely took you by surprise.

"Yeah, let's go home." You said, about to get up. While you both did he suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, planting a kiss on your neck causing you to gasp.

You turned around to face your teacher, who was smirking while towering over you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. He pulled his mask off and while still holding onto it he lifted your chin with his free hand, guiding your lips to meet his.

It was a fairly short and sloppy kiss, but that was intimate enough for you not to wipe the grin off your face, even though you were angry with him. You pulled his mask up over his mouth before wrapping an arm around his back to help steady him on the walk home.

As you stumbled away with your lover, you thought about what the morning would hold.

'Take me home' you recalled. Can you believe him? Asking you to take him home. He's got nerve, but in the end he must've known you would cave for him anyway.