So, I'm sitting here, writing something that I don't know what. Kakashi and Sakura are my favourite pairing so this is for them…so this story is dedicated to confuzzled feelings of blah-ness.
Enjoy!
- Kuroame
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"Oh no" Sakura said as her green eyes flew open, blinking to the ceiling.
Her pink hair was a mess as the 19-year-old kunoichi lay there in an unfamiliar bed, feeling a comforting heat emitting from the man who lay beside her.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no." She thought as she realized that his muscular arms were around her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she slowly turned her head to her left to see his face. She prayed it was just a bad nightmare and that it wasn't him beside her but when she opened her eyes, her fears proved true.
"Kakashi-sen-" She cut herself off her thoughts. "Not sensei." She thought, sighing heavily to ease herself. "Not anymore." Suddenly she realized that he wasn't wearing his mask. She felt her stomach twist as she gazed at his beautiful face and for a moment her hysterical thoughts calmed as she ran her thumb gently over the scar of his left eye. His silver hair lay in a mess and his chest rose and fell as he breathed slowly, sleeping. Sakura's thumb lightly slid down his face and she ran her thumb over his lips. "He's beautiful… under the mask…"
The memory of his lips pressing into hers flashed by her thoughts. She removed her hand from his face and she went to gently lift his arm up and off of her. She remembered the feeling of his arms wrapping around her, pushing her up against the wall. Sakura's stomach tingled as she remembered how he grinded his hips into hers, how his hand slid up her back, as if he was trying to feel every bit of her as he could. She remembered the brisk cold that enveloped her as her shirt came off but soon disappeared as he pressed his bare chest against her. She remembered the feeling of his tongue running down her neck.
Sakura shook off the drunken memory and sat up. The room carried the faint scent of what had happened that night. She remembered the alcohol on his lips, the fierce feelings running through their bodies as he came on top of her on the bed. Sakura's trails of thoughts were interrupted as she realized she was topless. A slight blush came to her face as she saw her black tank top on the table beside her. She reached over and picked it up.
She slipped it on. "Oh god… what have we done?" she whispered to herself. Thoughts flew through Sakura's mind as she realized that this was her former sensei, she thought about their age difference, about what people would say. She cringed at the thought of their friendship and companionship crumbling. This was not something that could go public. "Should I just leave and not say anything? Should I leave a note?" she asked herself.
Sakura gently got off the bed, as to not wake him. She put on the rest of her clothes and opened the door to leave. She looked back at Kakashi's sleeping face one more time before leaving. "goodbye…" she said silently and shut the door.
Kakashi opened up one eye and sighed heavily. He had been awake the whole time, sensing Sakura's dilemma. He rolled over onto his stomach, where Sakura had been sleeping and he inhaled. Her sweet, strawberry scent still lingered. "Sakura…" he whispered.
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yeah, I don't know where i'm going with this >>;;
hearts everyone
- Kuroame
