Errr, probably a series of short KakaSaku stories/drabbles. Hope they are somewhat enjoyable.
Kakashi sighed and raised his orange book a little higher to obscure the sight of his former student.
It wasn't that he disliked Sakura, it was just that lately every time he happened to glance up at her, she seemed to be… well… in some sort of provocative pose. He winced at the thought. Of course, Sakura wasn't actually purposefully posing… He liked to think… It just so happened that he'd recently had a bad string of luck and always caught her at unfortunate moments.
He scrupulously studied the pages in front of him, very carefully ignoring the bobbing of the kunoichi's round rear as she ran her hands down her long legs towards her toes. Kakashi wasn't sure he looked that sensual when he warmed up for training. But then again he was almost a middle aged man now. Anyway, the whole illusion must be his overactive imagination at work. He cursed said imagination for making the innocent scene seem a little more… enticing.
He shook his head to clear the worrying thoughts. He was here as a professional, a teacher no less. It wouldn't do to be entertaining any unsavoury notions! Turning a page, he diligently ignored the breathy moan of satisfaction as she stretched upward – delicate hands and slender arms becoming visible to him over the top of the book.
"Mhmmm, Sensei, do you want to help me warm up?" Sakura called to him from behind his protective literary barrier.
"I think you're probably doing a good enough job yourself, Sakura." He replied evenly, attempting a nonchalant glance and almost immediately regretting it.
"But Sensei," she pouted, big green eyes regarding him… hungrily? His stomach flipped nervously as she smiled coyly, rolling her shoulders. The fabric of her shirt rode up slowly to reveal a sliver of soft, smooth skin "I'm ever so stiff today."
Kakashi swallowed, trying not to look at the tempting bit of flesh.
"You look flexible enough to me."
"Oh, do I?" She practically purred, a small suggestive smile tugging at her lips.
Unsure how to answer, Kakashi sort shelter behind his precious book once again. Oh god, what was happening to him? Had the years of reading Icha Icha finally gone to his head? Why did everything his beloved innocent student say to him sound like some kind of innuendo? Silently, Kakashi berated himself – dammit, once he got out of here he was never going to read his smut again!
He flinched at the sound of footsteps and practically jumped out of his skin as a finger and a thumb firmly plucked the book out of his grasp. He didn't dare look up, instead staring straight ahead at a pair of creamy white thighs. If he raised his eyes, he'd definitely be able to see up that incredibly short skirt that was inevitably at the top of those thighs.
"Hm… Sakura," He began tentatively "You're standing awfully close."
"I know." She drawled.
A little afraid of the physical violence that might accompany his next comment, he tried to inch backward a touch.
"Well you see Sakura… er… I… from this angle… Well, um, Sakura…" He paused, fixing his eyes firmly on the ground "I would probably be able to see up your skirt if you stand so close."
He cowered, afraid of her fists but no beating came. Cautiously, he began to scoot even further away - her temper probably hadn't set in yet. Instead of the expected outburst, Sakura said something that terrified him more than her rage ever could have.
"Oh, I know."
Kakashi almost whimpered as he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled downward and saw the red fabric of her shirt pool at her feet. Fingers knotted through his messy silver hair and jerked his head upward.
"So do you want to help me stretch, Sensei?"
God. It really was enough to make a grown man cry.
Thanks for reading. Hopefully more to come. It's quite refreshing to not delve too deeply into writing I must say!
