The original sexual tension between Kakashi and Sakura belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
I'm quite excited about this story, truth be told. I feel like it has a lot of potential.
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Something rather hard abruptly stuck Sakura's left leg, waking her from her slumber. Mind still clouded peacefully in sleep, she buried her face further in the crook of her arm and willed the intrusion to go away. But her mind was finding itself more and more awake, not helped in the slightest by the loud, uninhibited snores coming from her left. It also didn't help that her blankets had seemed to lose their way in the middle of the night, and she was now lying on the cold and lumpy tent floor.
"Shuuupnaaarto," she mumbled, her voice muffled as her face was buried in her arm, blocking out the intrusive early-morning light the tent shone with. She kicked sleepily at his leg, which was still practically trying to burry itself into hers. With the amount of strength he pushed with, she was going to end up shoved into Kakashi-sensei's side. She struggled harder to push Naruto back into his designated sleeping area, but he didn't seem to be conscious enough to even feel her pushing him away. He snored on, if possible, even louder.
Team Kakashi was on their way back from a mission all the way out in the land of Birds. It had gone entirely successfully, but it hadn't been a particularly difficult mission. There were barely any wounds for her to attend to, and she had served more as a lookout than anything. But the mission was given to their team because the payment was rather large, and Tsunade didn't want to take any chances. Naruto concluded it was to compensate for the incredible cheapness of the last mission the land of Birds had called on Konoha for.
The team had stopped to rest for the night in the middle of a forest that seemed to be off their path of trajectory.
"If anyone is following us, it'll be harder for them to detect us in the middle of the woods," Kakashi-sensei had said, sounding logical enough to convince Naruto. But Sakura knew that he just didn't want to risk reaching a town and being bullied into purchasing hotel rooms.
With only one tent and three guys, there weren't many affable choices as to which part of the tent was to be hers. Sakura faintly remembered collapsing on the blankets with Sasuke to her left and Kakashi-sensei to her right. It didn't seem all to appropriate to sleep between a grown man and the former object of her (rather intense) affection, but she had been too tired to protest last night. Now it seemed like it was a good idea not to have protested, because at least she didn't have to sleep directly next to Naruto and his hyper nasal passages all night. Though, by the looks of it, it appeared that Sasuke decided the sleeping conditions of the forest around them would be considerably more favorable than those next to Naruto.
He probably didn't want to sleep next to me, either, she realized, with small twinge of disappointment. She wondered if everything between her and Sasuke would ever be completely normal. He had never felt the need to placate her unrequited love for him and never cared about disguising his distaste, but sometimes she wondered if it had bothered him more than just a small nuisance. Sakura didn't like feeling like an unwanted fly, buzzing around his head, but she definitely didn't like feeling like something so awful that he would choose to sleep outdoors instead of next to her.
Who am I kidding? She thought, coming to her senses, It probably was just Naruto's fault, he snores so goddamn loud.
It had been years since Sakura had given up on Sasuke, and he was bound to have figured that out after all this time. Sakura was eighteen now, and all too set on finding someone who didn't treat her like a dirty animal in the underbrush.
As if on cue, there was a faint rustling to her right. She rubbed her eyes blearily, propping herself partially up on her elbows, twisting around to see if the tent flap at her feet was being opened. But halfway before her eyes reached the opening in the tent, they froze. Her eyes widened in shock, and all traces of tiredness immediately left her.
The rustling sound was coming from her sensei.
His hand was in his pants.
Sakura drew a sharp breath, squirming away from him as far as she could without pushing herself back into Naruto. But as far away as she moved her body, her eyes wouldn't budge. It was like watching a particularly bloody childbirth or something equally morbid—she just couldn't look away no matter how hard she tried.
No, it's not morbid, something in the back of her mind said. Just like a bloody childbirth, this was a completely natural part of life. And as she continued to be a voyeur, it became undoubtedly more enjoyable to watch. He actually looked… kind of beautiful. What little she could see of his face was dusted lightly pink, and his lips were slightly parted underneath his mask. He was obviously still asleep, in the middle of an uncontrollable (and apparently very arousing) dream. Sakura's immediate shock was beginning to wane.
She watched him with a steady curiosity. Who is he dreaming about?
It wasn't as if she had never thought about her sensei's personal life. She had often wondered if he was a generous lover, or if he was even sexually active at all. It wasn't really an unnatural curiosity—she was a teenage girl, and he was a fairly attractive (from what she could tell) man whom she spent a lot of time with. She doubted there were more than a handful of women in Konoha who hadn't wondered about Kakashi and how he was in bed.
She was unaware, at first, when her arm began to rise off the floor of the tent and her hand made its way to Kakashi's mask. Surely he wouldn't notice if she just tugged it down a bit and allowed him to breathe freely… Plus she would get to see the rest of his beautiful, flushed—
Soft, barely audible moans were beginning to find their way out of his body.
The breath in Sakura's throat hitched, and she immediately drew her arm back and finally squeezed her eyes shut, feeling very much like an intruder. What was I thinking?
No matter how appealing he looked with his hair tousled out around him and his body rising and falling ever so slightly to meet the thrusts of his hand, it was wrong. He was her sensei. She shouldn't be watching this, and she definitely should not be enjoying it. She wondered if she could flee from the tent and pretend it had never happened. But she was too afraid—she was petrified—that as soon as she made to exit the tent, he would wake. She didn't want him to realize she knew he was jacking off in his sleep. Things would obviously get exceptionally awkward after that.
Heart beating unconventionally fast, Sakura quickly assessed the situation. Naruto's incessant snoring would probably be loud enough to drown out the noise of her escaping through the tent flap, and if Kakashi was able to remain asleep after that much physical stimulation, there was clearly very little chance he would actually wake if she left…
Resolved, Sakura got to her feet swiftly, unzipping the tent flap as silently as she possibly could. Just when she was beginning to feel like she would get out of this situation freely, Naruto sighed sleepily and his snoring ceased. Sakura froze. Kakashi was still making little noises.
Sakura took one look at Naruto, immediately realizing that he hadn't woken after all, before turning back to the gap she had made in the tent flap. It was about a foot and a half long, but it would make too much noise to open it further. Feeling very panicky, Sakura dove headfirst through the gap with a surprisingly minimal amount of noise, even if she did land kind of awkwardly on the dirt outside. She heaved a sigh of relief, not bothering to close the tent flap back up.
As she stood and brushed herself off, Sasuke came wandering out of the dense forest surrounding the clearing in which they'd set up camp.
"You're finally up," he observed.
"I hadn't noticed," was all she replied. She could only hope now that, if Naruto woke first, he was dumb enough to not realize what Kakashi-sensei was doing. She hadn't thought to cover him up with a blanket… If anything, she had wanted to uncover him a little more…
Sasuke simply raised an eyebrow at her. Sakura didn't even notice. Her mind was still back in the tent with the hand in Kakashi-sensei's pants.
"Well?" He said, after a long pause, "Are the others coming?"
"One of them is…" Sakura mumbled, still far too distracted to hold a proper conversation. She shook her head, trying to empty it of the image that just wouldn't go away. His body shaking slowly, mouth agape…No, Sakura!
When she had finally managed to abolish the rather clear picture, it was only to be replaced by the ghost of his soft moans. She suddenly realized her mouth tasted like blood, she had been biting her lip so hard.
"I'm… going to go find some breakfast," she declared. More like, some cold water I can douse my entire head in.
Sasuke nodded. As Sakura launched herself into the forest, she hoped Sasuke wouldn't go back in the tent. He certainly wasn't dumb enough not to realize what Kakashi-sensei was doing. A glance over her shoulder told her that he had gone off through the trees as well, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't fancy having to explain the situation, and was very glad that she didn't have to. If the awkwardness weren't enough, she still felt as though she had intruded on something private in Kakashi's life and it was now her secret to protect.
As she flew back trough the trees towards the tent, Sakura's head was much clearer. She had relieved a lot of her tension by jumping into a nearby (awfully convenient) stream, clothes and all, and was now able to think quite a bit more logically.
It wasn't like he had done it deliberately, she told herself. He had been dreaming, and there was little control one could possess over a dream. Sakura vaguely remembered having a dream in which she kissed Ino, which, if not totally disturbing and vomit inducing, had absolutely no reflection on her waking thoughts.
She had known Kakashi-sensei for six years—and even if she hadn't she'd have known he wasn't like that. Sure, Kakashi spent a lot of time reading his beloved Icha Icha books, but he wasn't a pedophile. There is no way he would've purposefully jacked off in a communal tent with a bunch of kids.
You're eighteen, the voice in her head reminded her. They were all adults. He wouldn't be a pedophile even if he had been deliberately coming on to her. Not that you would mind all that much, if he were… Sakura giggled in spite of herself. The whole situation was much more amusing now that she was no longer in danger of being caught.
Her giggles died away, thankfully, by the time she reached the clearing. Everyone was up, bags packed and tent away, roasting lumps of what she could only identify as a skinned and bloody animal.
"Did you go swimming or something?" Naruto asked, squinting at her. Sakura looked down at her clothes, wondering if she should've dried off more.
"You're all wet," Kakashi pointed out. Sakura opened her mouth, feeling her ears turn very red. It's your fault, dammit, she thought. Sakura had a feeling that she was going to start taking everything this man said in the wrong way.
"I… fell in a stream," she said shortly, leaving out the fact that she haddeliberatelydone so. It was very hard to keep her gaze away from Kakashi, especially when she could see him staring intently at her in her peripheral vision. She coughed lightly.
"Can I get some of that?" She asked Naruto, choosing to sit next to him and as far away from Kakashi as possible.
She knew it was irrational. She knew that she had no reason to avoid her sensei, because as far as he knew, nothing at all had happened. But when you wake up in the early morning and find your teacher practically moaning in your ear, it's quite hard to look at him straight in the face less than an hour later. Sakura was having enough trouble struggling with the blush that was threatening to spread over her face.
Think un-sexy thoughts, she told herself, think about this bloody animal being killed. But that only brought up images of Kakashi hunting, which turned quite sexy quite fast.
"Sure!" Naruto said, completely oblivious to the fact that anything was going on. Sasuke glanced at her curiously, as if to wonder what had happened to the breakfast she had gone out to get, but appeared to lose interest after a few seconds.
"We should probably get going very soon," Kakashi said, as he removed his bloody, roasted animal carcass from the fire. Sakura felt a slight shiver go down her spine, wondering how she had never noticed the allure of his voice before. Her mouth tasted like blood again, and cursed herself silently for biting her lip. Instead, her fingers found themselves tapping harshly against the large stump she was sharing with Naruto. Is he going to take his mask off to eat that? Her tapping became faster, in time with the beat of her heart. She chanced a glance at her sensei, who hadn't stopped looking curiously at her and wasn't making any move to eat. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his.
"Here you go!" Naruto said, snapping her out of her daze. Feeling like it was a good thing that Naruto had distracted her, she watched him peel off a large chunk of the searing bloody flesh with his hands and hold it out to her.
…Charming.
"Thanks," She mumbled half-heartedly, looking down at it without much care. It didn't look particularly appetizing, what with it oozing all down her arm, but Naruto was consuming his chunk with as much gusto as ever. It couldn't be that bad. Besides, it's not like she hadn't eaten worse things. As she took a bite, she looked up at Kakashi again. He had already finished eating, and was looking off in the distance with a ponderous expression in his visible eye.
Damn! I missed it! Inner Sakura cursed Naruto for handing her the meat at the exact time when Kakashi pulled his mask down. She remembered back to when all three of them had been equally curious about what Kakashi hid under that mask. But as the boys grew, their curiosity seemed to evaporate. Understandable, as the only current reason she cared was because she was curious as to the exact shape his mouth had made when he w—Sakura! Get a hold of yourself!
If she continued to gape at Kakashi, practically salivating, for much longer then everyone was going to figure out something was up. She had an irrational feeling that even the passing squirrels were going to notice. Maybe even Naruto would notice.
She returned to her bloody meat chunk. It wasn't too terrible.
"If we keep moving at this pace, we won't return to Konoha until well after midnight," Kakashi mused. Sakura didn't have to be told twice, she wanted to leave this clearing and the memories of what had happened in it behind. That's not what you want, the back of her mind told her, you want to see it again.
Sakura very much wished her inner persona was tangible enough to strangle at that moment, and dropped the remains of her bloody meat chunk into the fire with more vigor than necessary.
"Awww! Why'd you do that?" Naruto wailed, but she paid him no mind.
"Let's get going, Naruto," she said, bossier than if she hadn't wanted to escape out from underneath Kakashi-sensei's gaze so badly. Shortly after she said it, she began to regret being so short with him. Naruto looked mildly forlorn. "Come on," she added, not unkindly.
The four of them took off eastward into the woods, choosing to jump leisurely from branch to branch instead of chancing the dank underbrush.
Sakura watched warily as Sasuke and Naruto charged ahead, seemingly racing each other. She didn't want to lose sight of them, but even she didn't have enough motivation to move with the speed they were.
That is, until Kakashi-sensei matched her pace and was right along side her. Oh, damn.
"I had a very interesting dream last night," he told her.
Sakura very nearly choked on her spit.
"Re-really?" Sakura squeaked, hoping against reason that he hadn't noticed that her voice was about ten octaves higher. She coughed into her fist, pretending to clear her throat. "What… was it about?" She asked, feigning disinterest. She was beyond curious as to know whom he had been dreaming about. Maybe she'd finally get some light shed into Kakashi's very private personal life.
"It was about you, actually," he said, turning to look at her with a smile in his eye. But she was no longer where she had been a moment ago. A burst of chakra had shocked its way through her body and the tree branch she had momentarily perched herself on had immediately snapped in half.
What?!
"Sakura?" she heard him call from above, his voice expressing mild concern.
She lay sprawled out in the bushes that had caught her fall. She blinked heavily, trying to reason with her brain. It could've been a different dream. He hadn't told her that his sex dream was about her. And even if it hadn't been a different dream, it's not like he wanted to dream about her. It was exactly the same as if he had been dreaming about Naruto or Sasuke.
Except it wasn't. At all. And he sure seemed to be enjoying it quite a lot at the time.
"Is something the matter?" Kakashi asked, jumping down to the bush Sakura was attempting to free herself from. She felt her chest burning with embarrassment, and hoped he wouldn't say more. But of course he did. "You've seemed very flustered since this morning. Did something happen with Sasuke?"
"No!" she protested, annoyed. Sasuke was the least of her concerns. But the playful look in her sensei's eye told her that he had just been teasing. "Let's go…" she mumbled, leaping back into the canopy again and taking after Naruto and Sasuke, who were long out of her sight.
"Sakura, you didn't answer my question," he pressed on. To his credit, he did seem genuinely worried about her.
Of course he is, she thought, I've been nothing but clumsy and distant since this morning.
"I'm just worried," she said, which wasn't entirely untrue. She was worried that she was developing an unhealthy attraction to her teacher, who was fifteen years her senior. She was also worried that her teacher was having sex dreams about her. And they were interesting. Not to say she minded too much, but it still made her extremely nervous.
"About the mission?" Kakashi pried, "Was there something we missed?"
"No, not at all," she said, shaking her head, "It's about my cat."
Well, that one was entirely untrue. Sakura didn't even have a cat, but she prayed that Kakashi didn't know that.
"What's wrong with your cat?" Kakashi asked, unable to keep the slight amusement out of his voice. He obviously caught her lie. She should've suspected as much, Kakashi lied so much that it was probably second nature to him. Also, it was a stupid lie. She couldn't think properly when he was in her mind, messing up her usually orderly thoughts.
"Sensei, I think we should catch up to the boys," she said, rapidly increasing her pace in a vein attempt to get out of his vocal range. But if they were caught up to Naruto and Sasuke, there'd be less of a chance that Kakashi would be perpetually questioning her.
Kakashi sighed, but she could tell he wasn't ready to give up.
"Sakura, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
Oh, yeah, that'd be a pleasant conversation, she thought, "You see, it's nothing big, I just woke up this morning to find you touching yourself and moaning and now I think I like you a bit too much." Yeah. Awesome.
"I care about you, Sakura," he said, as if trying to soften her up.
Only problem is, it worked. Sakura felt her insides turn to butter. It pained her even more to leave him so clueless.
"I don't want to talk about it, sensei," she said, quietly. She kept her eyes straight ahead, but still took note that he was watching her with the same intensity that he was earlier by the fire.
"Okay," he breathed, finally resigning, "but if you change your mind…"
"I know," Sakura whispered into the forest.