Fuck. I Forgot To Give You Pants
“(Y/N).”
I growled as a hand wrapped around my shoulder and shook it.
“Go away Drake.” I mumbled, pissed that Drake was disturbing my sleep again.
The shaking stopped for a moment before it came back twice as obnoxiously.
“(Y/N), get up.”
Fluttering my eyes open I slapped the hand away.
“My mother can wait, Drake. You know you’re not supposed to come into my room.” I said, yawning.
Drake never took no for an answer and I suppose I should consider myself lucky that his creepy affections were purely centered on my mother.
He was her little lap dog, and he loved every minute of it.
I hated the man, and I forbid him from entering my only safe haven, but if I didn’t answer the door on the second knock then he would come barreling in and snapping me awake without a second thought.
The hand left my shoulder and I stretched, rubbing my face.
“(Y/N), I don’t know who this Drake is but I’m not him.”
I snapped my eyes open and sat up straight. Blinking away the fogginess from my head.
Looking around I realized I was in Kakashi’s apartment.
A flush flared up along my cheeks and to my ears. Snapping to Kakashi I fidgeted.
He looked down at me, a look in his lone eye I couldn’t quite place. He seemed concerned and confused, but there was also…something else.
“Kakashi? Shit I must have…” I trailed off and rolled my shoulders.
Looking down I realized I fell asleep in my wedding gown.
“You were only out for an hour, I wasn’t sure if I should wake you or not, but it’s getting late.”
I nodded to him and attempted to stand. I had already stripped out of the heels and jewelry, aside from my necklace.
Now that my mother wasn’t around, I could wear it whenever I wanted to.
There were little fake flowers all over the couch and I belatedly realized my hair had fallen out of its perfectly crafted design.
Scratching my head I attempted to loosen up the stiff strands.
Kakashi wasn’t wearing a suit anymore, he was wearing a baggy black shirt and his hair was wet.
A shower sounded wonderful.
“Why don’t you go take one, I’ll give you something to wear.”
It took my mind a second to realize he meant a shower.
Nodding absently I walked down the hall. Kakashi handed me a towel and a shirt before walking away.
Stepping into the bathroom I put everything down and eyed the shower.
‘You think you’re so smart. Then you use someone elses fucking shower.’
I groaned as I realized I would have to experiment with the handles.
Sighing I attempted to undress but realized, mortifyingly, that there was a reason I needed the maids to help me get dressed.
Groaning I tried to get it off on my own. But I couldn't do it.
I almost fell twice in my attempt to remove the dress.
Growling in frustration I stared at the shower longingly.
There was a knock on the door.
“Is everything okay? I heard a crash?” Kakashi’s light timber filtered through the door and I felt like crying.
“I…I-”
I was mortified with the situation.
First, I can’t get the stupid dress off, and I don’t even know how to turn on his shower, and the makeup isn’t going to come off easily, and mother is going to kill me, and I have nothing but his shirt and my underwear to wear and-
The door burst open so fast I stumbled back, tripping over the long hem of the dress.
Kakashi’s arm found my waist and he pulled me close, steadying me.
Taking a deep breath I tried not to cry, pushing the overwhelming feelings down.
He pulled back and grabbed my face, eyes widening and roving down, eyeing me for any injuries.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” He asked urgently.
I just shook my head.
“I’m fine. I just…I’m just a little overwhelmed and…and I can’t get the dress off.”
There was a pregnant pause, Kakashi stared at me, an unreadable emotion in his eye.
“Also…” I continued meekly.
“I don’t know how to turn on your shower.”
There was another pause but then his shoulders were shaking and he let go of me to bring his hand to his face.
Letting out a low breathy laugh he ran a hand through his hair and looked at me in this incredibly soft way.
My heart constricted and then started raging against my ribs. I was at a loss for words, the sight before me engraved into my eyes.
Turning around sharply I tried to cover up my reaction.
“Are-Are you going to help or what?” I snapped, curling my hands against my heart.
Kakashi chuckled and I felt him step closer, his fingers brushing my back.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him unbutton the top, before moving to the zipper.
Slowly, or maybe it was only slow to me, he unzipped the dress, it opened up my bareback, and goosebumps formed as a shiver ran up my spine.
The zipper came down to just above my ass and I could feel Kakashi leaning in as his hand followed the zipper down.
Unable to stop myself I squirmed at the heat pooling in my gut, rubbing my thighs.
Kakashi made a quiet noise from the back of his throat and I could feel him leaning in even closer and-
And then he’s as far away as possible.
Clearing his throat he walked around me, giving me as wide a berth as he can, before turning on the shower.
“Thank you.” I mumbled quietly, looking up at him from underneath my lashes.
I watched his Adam's apple bob, an intensity to his onyx eye that made my heart skip a beat.
Then he was gone, practically slamming the door shut on his way out.
Quickly stripping out of the dress I jumped into the shower, harshly scrubbing my hair and skin as I tried to slow my raging heart.
‘What the hell was that?’ I asked myself, confused, and a little scared.
I didn’t have much experience with men, Mother made sure I was nothing but eye-candy at all the parties we went to.
She always forced a guard to keep watch of me, make sure her daughter is kept respectable.
The result of which made interacting with men impossible, as all of them were old creeps that I wanted nothing to do with.
Once done I attempted to shut off the shower, resulting in three trail runs where the water burned or froze my skin.
After drying off I went to put on the underwear, dreading wearing it again.
Because my mother insisted that we have sex tonight, as it is our wedding night, she assigned me to wear comfortable but definitely inappropriate underwear.
It wasn’t a thong or anything, as I would have burned that monstrosity before ever attempting to wear it.
But it was see-through in all the wrong, or I suppose right, places, white lace flowers matching my dress, and covering only the top part of my ass.
Flushing I put it back on and slipped the shirt over my head.
Because the dress was shoulderless I wore no bra, a decision I am deeply regretting now.
Kakashi offered me no pants, his shirt, big enough to come down to mid-thigh, would have to do.
Working up the courage, feeling far more vulnerable than I ever have before, I left the room after making sure all the makeup was gone and put my necklace back on.
I held my arm to me, holding my chest in place and using the other to pull down the shirt.
I found Kakashi in the living room, sitting on the couch and reading the dreaded book.
Walking up to the couch I stayed behind him.
“Kakashi. My mother leaves early tomorrow. I have to get my stuff now.” I said, attempting to keep the tremor out of my voice.
Kakashi stood up and nodded at me before stopping short.
He stared at me, eyes roving all over.
“Fuck. I forgot to give you pants.”
He eyed my legs and I held myself tighter.
Seeming to notice my uncomfortable posture he silently left to his room before coming back and throwing a pair of pants at me.
Stumbling to catch it I watched as Kakashi ran a hand through his hair before sharply turning around.
Quickly pulling the pants on I attempted to get my leg through, but with the pant leg being so long and my slight panic at the embarrassment I was feeling I stumbled and leaned against the couch, taking much longer than I should have.
“Holy shit.” I heard Kakashi whisper and I snapped my head over my shoulder to look at him.
He has turned to me again and staring.
Looking down I realized the shirt had ridden up and the pants were only at mid-thigh.
I pulled the pants up harshly and quickly fixed the shirt.
When I looked back to Kakashi he was turned away from me and leaning against the wall.
Clearing my throat Kakashi looked over his shoulder at me, a bit of red peeking out of his mask.
Flushing I didn’t mention anything before rounding the couch and sitting down, curling up the excess pant legs and slipping back into the wretched shoes.
Once done I headed towards the door and Kakashi followed silently.
The aura around us was tense, but I tried to ignore it.
We had a rule, and I trusted Kakashi to keep it.
‘But do you really want him to?’ A traitorous voice whispered in the back of my mind.