The first kiss
It rained…chilling and brooding
The sound of rain clapping on the roof made up a monotonous pattern of rhythms. He listened. Vaguely. Quietly.
The room was silent, insidious with anticipation. The clock was ticking slowly, occupying the space with wearisome beats. He lay flat on his back; his arms folded supporting his nape, eyes staring at the door. Waiting.
In this quiescent room, only one appearance was welcomed at this very moment. At least, he was never let down. By her.
The door opened. After a "flick" sound. She appeared, soaking wet in her now transparent white dress.
He made no move, remained still in his stance and admired the view.
Drop after drop followed her silky hair-strands dripped on his room's matting or rolled down her finely-shaped cheeks, her delicate bridge of nose and her high neck. The water seemed to be more crystal-clear on the fair complexion.
She never wore an umbrella if she was to meet him, always soaked to the skin, which forever seemed to be a mystery to him and actually, he never asked.
She reached for the tower slung on the clothes-hanger in the left corner of the room and dried her hair. It was specially prepared just for her. He always knew beforehand, she would come in rainy days.
Tapering fingers grabbing the cloths rinsed hastily through her hair. It became messed-up, unruly but natural. He liked her stance when she did it without a care in the world. No posture. No pretend.
The tower quickly returned to it original place after permeated all the water in her soft hair or all over her neck and limbs.
Once again, he was allowed to enjoy the most gorgeous scene in his life…
She looked straight into his eyes but her gaze was soft and tender. Too many unspoken emotions reflected in those pairs of abysmal emerald orbs, burning him with desire without even trying. Her gaze did not leave him even when the spaghetti-strap of her dress was taken off her narrow shoulders. Her gaze still bore into his even when she tugged down the zip at her side. Her gaze still fixed on him even when she reached down to the hem of her skirt, pulled it up and revealed a pair of long and slender legs which could arouse all kinds of carnal desires ranging from placing butterfly kisses on them or having them wrapped around one's waist in a trap of ardor.
The higher the dress was pulled up, the more startling views he could behold: the white filly panties with scarlet strawberries (he always appreciated her taste in lingerie) came into view right after those perfect legs, then her flat stomach, of which the exquisiteness was enhanced tenfold by two great curves defining her waist, and then her matching strawberry strapless bra with the deep cleavage in the middle, revealed two ultimately sultry breasts whose softness and firmness together could be measured by naked eyes without touching. Still, those sinful but breathtaking mounds hurried a man's touch more than ever.
Then, their optical connection was broken for a few seconds when the dress went over her head, finished its traveling on her body and was let off freely and lightly on the floor in a fluid motion. He had no idea about what kind of power she owned so that she could execute such simple acts with so much fluency and sexiness. He loved watching her undressing and she knew everything about making it as slow and juicy as possible, right before his eyes to create thousands of small electric circuits running through his body and smoldered under his skin.
Like a striptease, huh…
A fire ran freely from his manhood to his stomach as she stood there in nothing but her undergarment. He could not help but ogling unashamedly at her body with his intense and desirous gape. However, the corner of his mouth soon lifted up to from a contented smirk when he detected the same covet when she let her eyes travel down his body. She was affected. Obviously.
She took a few steps forward until reached up to the end of his bed. Both shyly and worldly, she slowly crawled up towards him in a manner of a professional enchantress with a babyish face – a peculiar combination he found himself totally engaged in.
Her eyes gave away everything he could count – a bit sadness, a bit longing, a bit temptation, a bit comfort and a lot of desires, all were hidden clumsily under those innocent eyes. He would never know since when and why she had such a look that could lure any men into this human sin.
However, he always found himself overjoyed by the fact that she just looked this way when she was with him only. In day-to-day basis, people are always under the impression that she was so uptight, ceremonious and stern. He was so sure that if having a chance to watch the scene he was enjoying now, those who talked behind her back as if she was a hypocrite and "no-fun-at-all" would probably want to chew their tongues.
Though, feeling really smug when being the only one receiving her "special treatment", he never stopped wandering over one thing: from the first time they entangled themselves in fiery passion, she never said anything about the underlying reasons behind all of this, she never revealed why she chose him, of all people she knew, to do this with her.
A sex mate,
Her mouth drew lazy line along his warm neck, down to his collarbones and his chests, creating tingling sensation along the way as he moved his arms from it original position behind his head and enclosed them around her small frame. He gently moved his body up in a sitting position with his back still leaned on the soft pillows and her body on his torso. His skillful fingers quickly found her bra's clasp and undid it tenderly. As the bra came out off , her breasts was freed out in the sexiest motion he'd ever known – rapid but bouncy – that's why she never took if off herself, always let him do it, so not to ruin his amenities. He let his face sunk into the heavenly comfort of her snow-white, cushiony and bosom breasts as he tenderly rested one of his palms on her back and pushed her lightly forward while rested the other on her butts which were also soft and firm. The coolness on her skin rushed to make a distinctive contrast of temperature on his warm one. A contrast he loved when he felt the excitement to the way he could heat her up under his sensual and electrifying touches.
And he licked around her mounds before focusing on the perky nipples, and then tried to roll it under his wet greedy tongue while his long fingers were doing placid strokes on her smooth back and his other hand was rubbing circles on her butt. Her expression at this time never failed to stimulate him further as she closed her eyes and pinched her brows together in an act of enduring sweet and torturing bliss, and she bit her lips to occasionally release tiny, repressed sexual moan – so vulnerable and adorable.
Their sex never failed to amaze him…
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They never kissed, not even once…
It was not him who had problem with that, it was her, actually. He was always confident that he understood women like his own palm. They are kissable and love-to-be-kissed creature whether they were engaged themselves in an affair or real love. For them, kisses were indispensable foreplay; kisses stimulated them, made their toes curl and prepared them for sexual romance. Kisses may give them a false but effective impression of affection not only instinctive craving. However, she always went beyond his knowledge. She refused to kiss him at the first time they were together. When he intended to plant a heated kiss on her lips with the aim of showcasing his skills in making the most use of oral organs to satisfy a woman, she suddenly turned her face away; making the imminent kiss became a peck instead. She left it unspoken between them, they could do every other thing but no kiss and he never attempted to do it again, no matter how many times he really tempted to kiss those erotic cherry-lips and mingle his tongue with hers.
She was like a night sky to him – beautiful but mystifying…If some one had the right to figure out what was hidden beneath this innocent, virtuous but fervent beauty, he was definitely not this one…since mystery was also a major part of his life…
He respected her privacy just like she respected his…
And … why need to spoil the game any way? Mystery made so much fun…
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A patient of her died today … after three days in coma.
Not her fault. He knew. The man was delivered too late to the hospital after the mission
She did her best. A medic was not saint, no matter how good she was. She knew it from the start but could not bear it in mind when she saw his three closest people collapsing on his breathless chest…
She wished that she was god, even he had told her, but she still wished, like old times when she was small, impossibilities turned true…so she could save her parents…her comrades…
If he did not happen to drop by the hospital to get his medical report and medicines for his last week wound, he would not hear the news. He did what he needed to do, be it a friend or a sex mate…He secretively flung himself to her own office's window and spotted her there, leaning on the room's door like her life depended on it, head bowed low to let her short hair hung down around her face like a curtain. Her stance emitted a sad wave of despair, squeezing his heart…
Hearing his foot stepping down on the window's sill or perhaps sensing his presence, she looked up to see him, tears must be obscured her vision now as they soaked her lashes and tainted her cheeks…
"Come here"
He said as he flopped down to stand in front of the window, after two quick tugs closing the curtain behind his back, he opened his arm wide in anticipation…
She rushed into his wide open hug without a second late…She cried silently onto the solid walls of his chests when his embrace tightened around her shoulders and her lower back.
Next minutes they found their clothes tossed down messily around the room in hasty and clumsy taking-off motions. He urged her to forget…
Skin on skin, flesh over flesh, breathless pants mingling with sensual moans and repressed grunts, thrusts after thrusts as he drove her fanatically on her working desk…
"Please, I want more, more…" – she begged
She never stopped crying this day as tears rolled down the corner of her eyes and damped her tress which was fanning out on the table…
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Still entangling their bodies together after amazing heat, she rested her head on his chest as he stroked her hair affectionately:
"You're the strangest thing happening in my life"
"Really?"
"Yes, no doubt"
"I'm really glad"
"Huh?"
"That means you will never forget me, right?"
"Yeah, how can I…?"
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"Flick"
Right after the sound, he bolted up right from the bed in time to instantly take in the hangover headache throbbing around his temples. Pressing two fingers onto two sides of his forehead, he glanced towards the noise-source. She appeared from the door with delight beaming in her eyes, she looked tired but relieved as if she had longed for this moment more than any thing. This was all predictable to him since she had come back from her three-week mission, if he had to suffer the restless nostalgia during those weeks, he felt much better if she also had to tolerate the same thing. But…why she was there, he thought she had come back yesterday…so who…he slept with last night…
That explained every thing why…
Right before she could open her mouth to call his name in glee, her eyes darkened and disappointment fleeted over her face like a massive grey cloud came out of nowhere to cover the blue clear sky in a nick of time. He looked to the right in her eye's direction: amongst the pillows and the blanket, a naked woman laying prone on her stomach. She seemed to be a civilian as she could still sleep like a log, totally oblivious to the third appearance.
With a shocked look like one who had received a blow with full force to the face, she pressed her lips tightly to keep it from quivering and let out a bitter smile:
Sorry, for disturbing…
Then she slammed the door and ran away before he could act...
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She disappeared three weeks later. True to him, he did not make any attempts to find her. Explaining was never his habit and he really had nothing to explain. After all, it was hard to blame him. He got really drunk that night and when he was in the bar, he, in fact, did not look for a night-stand. He missed her, after three weeks as long as hell, he suffered the lack of her warmth on his bed, her touches on his skin and her pleasure companion every single night. He craved for her hot breaths hovering over his torso and making him go goose bump all over. He dreamed of her hauntingly innocent eyes just to wake up and realized that he probably called her name in his doze. The missing bit his soul little by little, plunged him deeper into the bottomless loneliness which he did not know this insufferable before. If he was his previous self before she became the main part of his life, he would go out and seek for other women to fill up his inner hollowness and for a temporary replacement. But he found guilty to her if he did so, hence, he waited in unremitting wistfulness in those forlorn nights without a decent companion. It was an A-ranked mission and he really did not know when she would come back and alcohol seemed to be his only choice to get into a quick sleep and momentarily forgot her absence. He had no idea why she just suddenly appeared beside him in this noisy bar. The next thing he knew was that she was standing in his door way, looking happy then disappointed and then run away.
He made a mistake. He knew and he could not explain it. It seemed fake and stupid to use the old trick: "I thought she was you since I was too drunk" – he found it hard to believe himself with that. A man should be responsible for his act anyway. What is more, some part in his brain told him that it was improper for him to explain when they never stated anything about their relationship. Sex mates – and that's all from the start. She should have understood it. He or she, neither of them had the right to control other life and their bond was loose and free. She accepted it from the first time she was on his bed so she must get it now. For some one like him, emotional attachment was impossible.
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She appeared the twenty second afternoon in a downpour. He opened the door after the rapid-fire knocks as he already knew it was her. She forgot the key of his flat (he gave her) on its key-hole due to the last shocking encounter.
Soaking wet in her yukata, she looked straight at him with an odd sadness filling her deep jade eyes; she looked indescribably beautiful with all those crystal drops of water on her cheeks. Right before he could ask her to come in, she did a wonderful thing which completely took him by amazement – she kissed him. Full on the lips. Her lips were just as his imagination, supple, sensually wet and cool. As she forced her body further on his own, he reached out behind her back to close the door, careful not to break the kiss and the marvelous sensation it brought to him. She licked his lower lip over and over with her sweet slinky tongue feverishly before putting it in his mouth to find its partner and enjoying their electrifying wrestling with vehemence. It was not enough. The more they kissed, the hungrier they felt and the hungrier they felt, the more they needed to kiss. It beleaguered them in an eternal circle, washed them away in a storm of wild passion and primitive craving. Her starving mouth was tormenting him in its sweetest cangue. If he could find one word to describe her kiss, it must be "devouring". She was devouring his lips. But still, it's not enough to be compared to the real thing. It was more than that. She seemed want to drink his soul out through the kiss as they fell down on his bed because the growing desire was now making it too much for their weakening knees (by this kiss) to bear. He could count the times when he really enjoyed a kiss by the number of phalanxes in one of his finger but this was absolutely the best. The first reason was that he never had to endure this far not to kiss a girl who he had sex with. Thus, he had spent quite a lot of time in all those months imagining kissing her brain out. And now, everything seemed worthwhile when he never felt heaven was this near. Indeed, he never knew only a kiss could arouse all erotic as well as exotic sensations to him as it was doing now. And he felt something; something that had slept for so long now unexpectedly livened up, cracked a hard shell and broke loose. Something that his brain now was too busy to recognize clearly when along with his heart, it was being swept away by a huge wave named infatuation…
For the rest of the day, he really lived in paradise as they wore each other out by the constant love-making until dawn of the following day. He looked at her lovingly as he held her small hand and placed a kiss on its back. She smiled at him when they kept the utmost comfortable silence until she rose from the bed:
"I should go, it's late"
"Stay longer"
"No, I can't"
She answered while putting on her clothes. Her back was facing him, and she seemed to miss the disappointing look on his face.
"So come back here tonight, will you?"
She paused for a moment then pulled her zip up and turned to face him. She gave him a tender smile that appeared to sparkle under the radiant early-morning sun-rays tilted through the chinks of his window. He gave a mental note to by no means forget this scene in his life and assumed it as a "yes". And on she strolled leisurely toward the door and opened it wide. Once she stepped over the sill, she turned back to look at him with pure affection, she said:
"Good bye, Kakashi"
The door closed back to gradually hide her face away from his sight…
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This was the last image of Sakura he could see…
The first and also the last kiss he shared with her
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Since she went…for good.
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He could never understand why she went away after giving him that kiss.
At that night, after being tired of waiting for her, he came to her apartment and completely stunned to find an empty, hollow place. There was nothing there even the furniture. The room looked like it was never inhabited. It never belonged to a girl named Haruno Sakura.
Tsunade said that she volunteered to take on a confidential solo mission that may take a year or a few years to complete and more than anyone else, Kakashi knew he did not have to the right to ask her location. He knew she wanted to avoid him but did not get it why she chose to do this to him, chose to go away without saying anything, choose to leave him forever…
Why did she do this to him after making him realize that…
He loved her so much…more than he could ever imagine…
There was only one thing that could make senses to her decision: punishment
She wanted to punish him…because it was him who broke her heart…
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A short break from "Secret" – while I'm struggling to put at end to it
I just felt so interested in writing it
Idea comes to me
Hope you all enjoy it!!! And comment please, I love them!!!!!
(I intend to write a sequence to this, but if you, guys say no, I will stop it here)