Amorphous
Chapter One
The day dawned uncomfortably bright and early causing Sakura to pull the hangings shut against it. She breathed out a sigh, noting the vapor her breath made in the chilly morning air. Not bothering to cover her mouth she yawned and crawled listlessly back towards the warmth of her bed but stopped in her tracks cringing at the sound of the shower running.
She raised her hands to her temples and pushed against them, trying to silence the thoughts that were running through her head. It did no good to try to analyze the events of last night. Even if she had been clear headed, they'd have made no sense and they just seemed to get stranger and stranger.
Pinning up the long pink tresses that spilled over the ivory-smooth slope of her bare shoulders she decided that it was perhaps best she tried to tidy the room a bit. It looked as though a tornado had spent the night, instead of a man─correction─instead of her student. As the thought occurred to her, her conscience tossed a cold bucket of guilt on her.
For a moment or two she stood there looking at the rumbled sheets, the disarranged dressing table, the scattered pillows and the broken lampshade but not truly seeing them for what they were…a sign that maybe a letter of resignation needed to be placed on the headmaster's desk first thing Monday morning.
Her blood chilled, no decent and responsible young lady would have allowed herself to fall prey to her own predatory desperation. A proper woman's senses would not be on full alert when a mere boy enters the room. It was pathetic, she was pathetic.
He hadn't made a sound but she knew the exact moment he had entered the room. She could actually feel his body heat getting closer as he crossed the room toward her. And then he was standing directly behind her. She could feel the warmth of his breath coming into contact with her neck. Instinctively, she leaned back at the same moment he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tight, her bottom cradled inappropriately against him.
"Good morning Professor," he whispered in her ears.
She stiffened at being addressed by her given title, going flusher by the second. "We should talk about─" Her eyes drooped when she felt his lips at the base of neck, then moving slightly to taste the area beneath her ear in one warm lick. Shivers ran through her body. "─about…" she swallowed, leaning back farther and angling her head in such a way that his lips could explore her more. Now he was kissing her cheek, the fine line of her jaw.
"About?" He began taking slow steps backward and she followed, not that she had a choice, with his arms still around her waist. "About doing this again?" she could hear the smirk in his voice.
"You are my student," her emerald eyes opened; slowly she turned in his arms so their gazes could meet.
She wasn't entirely sure that it was a good idea to do so which was confirmed mere seconds later when his lips came crashing down on hers and like she had imagined she would, there was very little resistance on her part.
"I hardly see how that's an issue," he murmured back hotly, taking his tongue and flicking it out to moisten her lips.
"I could lose my job," she muffled when he laid her down on the bed. She felt the heat of his desire all the way to her toes. It sent tremors straight throughout the center of her legs.
"No one has to find out," he lowered his head again, sinking slowly into a deep, lush, openmouthed kiss. It felt like reacquainting after a long absence, a languid exploration of lips and tongues, a leisurely build of arousal.
"This is inappropriate," she murmured in a sleep-roughened voice.
"Among other things," his mouth was hotter than before. It ignited every cell in her body, causing low groans to circulate in her throat that got caught in her lungs.
"This can't happen," A flushed sheen coloured her skin and her eyes glazed and darkened with need. "This can't happen," she repeated but even as she did her legs were helplessly wrapping themselves around his waist.
"But it is," he noted as she pulled his mouth to hers for another deep, intimate kiss.
"It can't…not again," she arched beneath him.
He swallowed her low groans. "Why not?"
"Because I'm using you!" she gave out suddenly out of fear that she hadn't the will power to stop herself if things went any further. If she could discourage him from continuing his pursuit of both their happiness, then maybe she'd be able to spare herself the misery and what little dignity had left. "Because I used you!" she said more calmly, her voice steadier.
His mouth became demanding, excruciatingly dominant in a way that made her stomach clench. And when he suddenly pulled back, she inhaled deeply before speaking.
"I wasn't crying last night because my cat died," she admitted hoarsely. "I hate cats actually, they give me allergies," she bit down nervously on her swollen lips.
"Then why were you so distraught?" he asked concern evident from the struggle in his eyes.
It's funny how she had planned this conversation in her head last night after regaining some amount of her common sense but it had sounded a lot less like rambling as it did now. "I don't even own a cat," she shook her head. "Have you ever seen a cat in my house?"
He touched his forehead against hers, "What are you talking about?" a chestnut eyebrow elevated under suspicion. His lavender orbs stared down at her still hazy with hunger. And she knew in that moment that anywhere else on the planet was safer than this─stretched out beneath his warm, hard body.
"Sasuke dumped me last night," she bit back a sob, wriggling awkwardly underneath his weight. "I was vulnerable and you were there for me," her eyes wandered about the room landing on any and everything aside from the charming boy above her. "I'm sorry," she finished almost reluctantly.
He had to swallow to find his voice; a tiny frown creased his brow. "That's all there is to it?"
She looked down at her hands placed firmly against his toned torso, digging deep for courage, and then raised her head to meet his gaze. "I'm your teacher, that's all there can to be it."
A muscle ticked in his jaw, no words came. A veritable beehive of unfamiliar feelings buzzed through him, but not one of them could be described with words.
She could almost feel the waves of grief rolling off him and compassion filled him, reaching up and she traced her fingertips over his face. "I'm sorry."
He caught her arm, pushed it away from his face and stood up. "I'm afraid that doesn't cut it."
The kernel of anger she was trying to ignore couldn't be ignored any longer. "Well then go fucking tweet about it!" But it wasn't anger that was directed at him, she had pissed her own self off …big time. "Last night should not have happened. It was a mistake."
"Last night should not have happened for the reason it did, but it was not a mistake," he raked an angry hand through his hair but his countenance was that of deathly calm. "You felt it too."
"No, what I feel is disgust," she said firmly. "I am your teacher,"
"And if at all that had meant anything we wouldn't have done what we did."
His absolute confidence tipped the scale on her anger. She flew at him with her nails bared. The hard kiss he gave her in return so surprised both of them that it took a good ten seconds before Sakura realized it shouldn't be happening and pushed away at the same moment. She was left panting and horrified by her slow reaction but didn't hesitate to wipe the taste of him off her lips.
She drew a sharp breath, "Hyuuga Neji please leave."
"Sakura?" he pled softly reaching to grab her arm.
Her eyes flash angry green flames, "Its Professor to you!"
"You don't get to be upset," he told her. "It was my pride that got walked on and had shit wiped all over it."
"Be mindful of your word choice when you're speaking to me," she warned sternly. "And I've already apologized for sleeping with you," she swallowed with her chin up. "I wasn't thinking straight."
"You're sorry for sleeping with me?" He shook his head incredulously, adding in a flat monotone, "There are more than one ways to screw a person and you've done a fine job exercising every possible route with me."
She would have said something but words failed her instead she resorted to tucking the loose strands of her hair behind her ears and digging her toes into the carpet. She was having a hard time focusing her attention of the peeved Hyuuga, as the seconds rolled by she felt dirtier and dirtier having him even look at her.
They fell into a stony silence, not like those they often experience whilst his tutoring sessions, those were companionable; they comforted her rather than make her feel as if she had to say something, anything, to fill an awkward lull in the conversation. But this silence distorted any control she had of her emotions, and stirred the profound sense of sadness and remorse that swamped her.
"I'm pretty sure you know that this us…" she pointed back and forth at them, "…doesn't work. You are one of my most prominent students, I don't want─"
Sakura's cell phone buzzed cutting her off, both pairs of eyes travelled to the pink device resting on the edge of the night table.
"Aren't you going to get that?" Neji asked gathering the last of his belongings and heading for the door, "It could be Sasuke," he said coolly but Sakura could sense the underlying bitter resentment.
Snatching up the phone she turned to him, "Remember to work on the case study for class on Monday."
He swung around angrily, "I'm dropping your class."
The door slammed behind him followed by the sound of another that she presumed had been the front door. It was only then that she answered the incoming call, but there was no one on the line. Cursing, she threw the phone on the bed and proceeded to get ready to take a nice long bath. She planned to scrub herself clean of any remainder of last night's incident. And she termed it an incident because… there was no other way to describe it.
While she was brushing her teeth she heard the cursed cell phone buzzed again from inside her bedroom. Whoever it was would surely get a piece of her mind. But in all her anxiety the phone nearly slipped from her wet hands…and it did a few moments after when she read the SMS:
"You get paid to give him lessons; instead you give him heads,
You're to keep his head in the books, not between your legs."
Signed: Amorphous