Infidelity to Fidelity
Dovesary
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Chapter One: Expect
Suck on my fingertips until you've killed all my prints…
So your boyfriend has no clue…
How much I've been touching you…
The wind was biting and sharp; the sky a somber grey. Sunlight filtered weakly through the shrouding clouds, darkening the shadows that hung in the forest whose remains were skeleton-like. Gracefully descending from the nearly bare branches was the increasingly uncommon leaf, floating down to hide the hard, dry earth with crunchy covering.
A wisp of breath puffed out between winter-chapped lips, just to be sucked forward into the panting mouth before it. Roseate hair floated on the wind, tangling with wild locks of silver, before being caught in a draft and dragged back in the surrounding atmosphere. A red scarf flapped lazily in the wind while its owner straightened her clothing.
"We can't keep doing this…" Sakura breathed, taking the fresh, autumn air into burning lungs.
"I know…I know," responded Kakashi. His ninja headband clinked against hers as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against Sakura's, trying to calm his haggard breathing. He felt hands tug at the zipper of his jeans, and nimble fingers buttoning them closed. The hands then traveled upwards, slowly climbing up his chest and wrapping around his neck to bring his mouth back down to parted lips.
"But I don't want to stop…," She said in between indolent kisses. She felt his lips shift and change, gliding into a crooked smirk. It was his naughty smirk; saved for moments like these. Times when they could be caught anywhere having their fun little tryst: behind stores, the side of the Jounin Tower, in the house she shared with her boyfriend. The thought of being caught just added on to the thrill, ascending their lustful state into a frenzied thing.
Kakashi let out a sigh and pulled his tongue back into its natural cavern. He forced himself to take a step away from Sakura and her oh, so tempting mouth.
"You'd best get going. He's going to start wondering where you are soon." He shoved freezing, bare hands into his pockets, wishing he'd been smart enough to bring gloves.
"Yeah…plus it's my turn to make dinner." Sakura grabbed her white coat, pulling it on and yanking red and black gloves from a pocket. She then tossed a pair at him. "How'd I know I'd be giving those back today?" she smiled flippantly, running her fingers through her hair to straighten it.
"Thanks," he replied nonchalantly, slipping his hands into his old gloves.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she waved, turning away from Kakashi and his haunting grin. She shook her head to remove the image of it, even if just for a while as she dipped down to pick up the grocery bag she'd dropped when he'd come out of nowhere just to seduce her into another tryst. She couldn't stop herself from smiling as she heard him leave. That idiot… He was insatiable. Just a few hours before they had been in a passion-filled entanglement on his kitchen table when, for all her boyfriend knew, she'd merely gone to talk with their old teacher.
Sasuke glanced up from the mission report he was working on to see his girlfriend walk in the front door, brining with her a burst of chilly air. Sakura left her shoes at the door then took off her gloves and jacket, setting them on the back of the couch as she made her way towards the kitchen/dinning room. She then walked over to Sasuke, giving him a kiss on his cheek, before slumping down into one of the kitchen tables chairs and setting a clear, plastic bag on the table-top.
He set down the pencil and turned to face her, disrupting her actions as he took one of her feet into his lap. Slowly, he began to press his thumb into the arc of her foot, tracing lines across the sole with his fingers. He repeated the action with her other foot. The whole moment was brief but one of the things he'd forced himself to learn for the sake of a relationship. By no means did he do it everyday – he wasn't entirely fond of most of things he'd picked up, bothering with them only on needed occasions.
Upon giving Sakura back control of her feet, Sasuke tugged at her wrist, signaling for her to come into his lap, a request to which the kunoichi easily complied.Sakura's head lolled back on Sasuke's shoulder as he placed gentle kisses upon her jaw line. She hummed in pleasure and reached a hand behind her to stroke his hair.
"How was your mission?" She asked softly, lazily. Her breath stirred his bangs lightly.
"They're becoming more mundane. It seems as though I'm still under observation from the 5th. She's made it clear that trust is harder to come by the second time around."After speaking he rested his chin on her shoulder, giving himself a moment to relax, appreciating the closeness for what it was – luxury. Sasuke of all people knew exactly what it was like to live without such a thing and now that he had time to focus on more than the past and Itachi he was willing to take every moment he could spare to revel in warmth of others. This was, of course, only in private and amongst close friends. A thing he was proud of was being able to count the number on only one hand. Too many close ties created weakness. The number was just large enough to keep him happy and just small enough to protect them all.
"I bought some ingredients for something new tonight," Sakura started as she moved slowly to stand. Gathering some of the foodstuffs she'd entered with, "Temari told me about it on her last visit and I've wanted to try it." She filled a pot with water and continued, "It makes used of the desert herbs and has whole grain noodles. She said that if you don't use whole grain it tastes weird." She might've continued if she knew he'd be interested in what he was eating, but after getting dragged around town by Naruto for the past five meals she knew he'd be ready to eat nearly anything that wasn't ramen. He'd started back to his paperwork anyway. She left to the bedroom to change after asking him to keep an eye on the water and add the noodles when it started boiling. With his silent nod, she closed the door.
Sakura rifled through dresser drawers until she found a pair of black sweatpants and a white undershirt, not caring whether they were hers or his. Undressing to her underwear, she noticed a light bruise—damn Kakashi and his rough fingers. It was so hard to remind of it when they were so distracting. She would have to get onto him about it though some time soon, it felt like he was getting rougher of late.
Sakura smiled and shook her head, letting go of the thought as she donned the clothes and then proceeded to trot down the stairs to make sure that Sasuke hadn't let some of the pasta burn again. He may know how cook – but when there were other things to be done, food had a tendency to get damaged in the process.
Sakura slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly into the pale orange glow of an early morning sun. She laid there a moment more, lazily enjoying the feel of Sasuke's arm around her. She sat up so that she could see the alarm clock on the bedside table without Sasuke's head getting in the way of her sight, and determined that it was only 7 o'clock. Waking up this early without a task to be done was an oddity for her. Her normal waking hour was about nine.
Then, suddenly, a wave of queasiness ran through her stomach. Groaning, she lurched towards the bathroom and was sick in the toilet. Soon, the heaving stopped as her stomach appeared to be empty. She shakily wiped her mouth on the back of her hand as she slouched against the wall. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why she getting sick.
She pondered all explanations she could think of; each time she always reached the same conclusion. It fit with other things she hadn't even thought of. Maybe Kakashi hadn't been getting rougher lately… Mentally she checked her calendar. She was late…
Slowly she placed a shaking hand over her stomach accompanying it with a light surge of chakra. Nothing was going to happen, of that she was sure. She concentrated running basis diagnostics when she felt it.
There's no way that I could be…
Then, just barely noticeable to the chakra, was a small, new life form.
…Pregnant…
End.