So, first fic. Just kinda feeling things out. I'm totally cool with reviews of all kinds, or the lack thereof. Just try and be constructive with criticism, otherwise I'll be more inclined to just ignore :) Thanks!
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She could feel his eyes on her. For a while she had thought that she was imagining things, but it had started suddenly one day while Sasuke, Naruto, and herself were training, and it had been on and off for the last several months. At first, she dismissed it as his necessity to study and then improve her techniques. But after a day or two of the feel of his stare on her and very few corrections in her fighting ability, she began to think that her original assessment was incorrect.
"Sakura, are you coming or not?" Naruto yelled loudly in her direction, regarding the sake that he and Sasuke had been discussing minutes prior.
"No, I think I'll sit this one out, thanks though!" she smiled, and waved as she headed back to her apartment.
Sakura mused to herself as she walked home that maybe Kakashi was interested in her. She chuckled quietly and equally dismissed this seemingly impossible explanation. Whether he was interested, critiquing, or just zoning out, his eyes on her was starting to put new ideas into her head. Frequently, she would find herself daydreaming about her ex-sensei teaching her things far more private than how best to manipulate her chakra. For the last couple of days her mind was turning to dirtier and kinkier things, and unfortunately these thoughts manifest most inappropriately while training in the company of her three usual companions. This turn of events had already led to Naruto rushing to her side and asking if she needed water since she seemed too flushed.
While she had dated several guys, and even slept with a couple, there was something different about Kakashi. Perhaps it was the fact that he used to be her sensei, making it slightly more...off-limits. Sakura shook her head. She would NOT be turned on by the idea of Kakashi. She refused. For multiple reasons, she scolded herself. First, she could not be interested in him, he was her ex-sensei! She wasn't supposed to think of him that way. Second he was not into someone about 10 years his junior. That would be silly; Kakashi could get any woman in Konoha...well, any that don't mind being stuck with the bill. Sakura giggled at this thought.
"Something funny, Sakura?" a familiar voice inquired.
Sakura whirled around to find herself staring into the eye of the man currently occupying her thoughts. She gasped, and blushed an enticing shade of crimson.
Kakashi seemed amused at Sakura's reaction. She felt silly, and exposed, as if he could read her mind. Quickly ducking her head, Sakura tried to recover from her silliness.
"Just remembering the fallout of Naruto losing the bet last week to Sasuke, and ending up with a bowl of ramen on his head," the words rushing out of her mouth, unconvincingly.
"Ah" Kakashi said, pulling out his usual reading material and holding it nonchalantly in front of his face as he fell into step beside Sakura, who was looking straight ahead, avoiding glancing in his direction.
"Kakashi...why are you following me?" Sakura inquired after a second, feeling flustered. While she had started to grow used to his eyes sweeping over her body, following her was new to his repertoire.
"Sakura, I am walking with you, not following you. If I were following, I'd be behind you" he paused, never looking up from his book, "and the scenery would be worth putting my book down for."
Sakura stopped dead in her tracks, staring at his open mouthed, her shade of red darkening exponentially.
Kakashi kept walking, never once looking up, or back, to see Sakura's wide, emerald eyes glued to his back.
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Sakura laid on her bed, contemplating what she should do. Apparently she had misjudged the situation. New plans must be made. However, she hadn't the first inkling of an idea as to how to approach Kakashi about all of this. Did she even want this?
Yes.
Undoubtedly so, actually, now that she thought about it. What had previously been an occasional, fleeting, seemingly childish fantasy, now had roots and was beginning to grow. Without meaning to, Sakura imagined his lips, so far unrevealed to her, traveling over hers with a mature surety. Dipping lower, to graze her neck, before encapturing -
She was startled out of her rather happy thoughts by the beep of the timer in her kitchen. Sighing, she went to remove the pizza from the oven. Deciding to just let him take the lead, since he is not only older, but supposedly (though sometimes she doubted it, when he would be late, book in hand) wiser. He would need to make the first move.
But she could maybe have some fun while waiting.
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The next day, at practice, she felt his eyes on her again. Looking over, she saw his eyes flick back to the book forever attached to his hand. Sakura caught a brief glimpse in her mind of ripping the book from his hands, shoving him back onto the grass that he was currently sitting on, and straddling his waist, his strong hands coming to rest on her delicate hips, her leaning forward and capturing his lips with hers, while pushing her hands into that beautiful silver hair of his.
Snapping out of it, Sakura instead decided that she would take a break from her training, and return the favor that he had imparted on her, day in and day out, for entirely too long.
Picking a spot under a tree, Sakura leaned against the trunk, and stared openly at Kakashi. He really was a beautiful man, toned from years of being a shinobi, lean, with a slight air of mystery. Mostly, Sakura decided that she wanted to force him to react. His stoicism got under her skin, especially since with merely a stare he could turn her stomach to a fluttering mess, steal any words from her mouth, and reduce her to a blushing, stumbling moron. She loved and hated it all at the same time. More importantly, she wanted that fluttering mess in her stomach to find some relief, and not the kind she had lately been finding on her own alone in her own bed.
Kakashi never moved from his spot on the ground, across the field from her. She knew he would feel her eyes on him. Any trained shinobi knows when they are being watched. And yet he made no move to meet her eyes, move from his spot, or even put down his book.
Finally, she gave up. Resuming her training, she felt foolish. While she had learned quite a bit over the years, Kakashi was out of her league when it came to this game that she rarely played.
Lost amidst focusing on maintaining her chakra at a certain level to build her endurance, she never heard him advance. Before she heard him, she felt his breath on her ear, causing her to shiver and close her eyes, her focus completely gone.
"I hope this isn't indicative of your true endurance. We might run into problems if that's the case."
Sakura almost moaned at this small comment, loving the double meaning, and hating the torture that he was putting her through, as if in retaliation to her attempt at turning the tables. Instead, she bit her lip, opened her eyes, and forced herself to focus on her clones, who were currently sparring amongst themselves.
"Hm, spunky...should be fun" he whispered in her ear. Then, without warning, he licked her ear, causing her to make a squeaking sound, her eyes wide at the contact. She never bothered turning around, knowing he was already gone, and knowing that she wanted to keep her clones going even longer just to prove herself to him.
As the week wore on, Sakura found herself wearing slightly more revealing clothing, knowing that each tiny move she made would illicit a response from Kakashi. While she was not the most forward person, nor the most confident, she could play this game, with the rules he had set out. Nothing extreme was required of her, and she was guaranteed a response for her small bouts of boldness.
She started small, brushing his arm lightly with her hand as she walked past, earning her another nip at her ear, and a comment about how her skin is entirely too smooth for someone who is supposed to be working as hard as she is.
One day she "accidentally" spilled water on herself (a cheap move, she knew, but that made it very easy to think up). In response, Kakashi stood behind her to teach a new throwing technique, and pulled her hips back against his own, grinding lightly against her ass.
Another day she neglected to wear underwear, wore rather short shorts, and then bent over right in front of him to retrieve her kunai, allowing him to see a little more than was proper. For that stunt, Kakashi grabbed her ass while Naruto and Sasuke were off sparring and told her that he would have preferred that she had been in a skirt, thus making the situation easier to remedy.
As the week drew to a close, Sakura had had enough. The foreplay needed to end! It was driving her crazy, and while she loved all of the hidden looks, touches, and whispered words, she wanted him. Luckily, Kakashi seemed to have reached the same conclusion. As she was gathering her things after practice, debating how to initiate more with Kakashi, she felt him near her. From behind he put a hand on the back of her neck, and said into her ear words that made her have to catch her breath.
"Come to my place tonight, eight o'clock. Oh, and wear a skirt...forget the underwear."
She spun around, but he was already walking away, as if nothing had happened, book in front of his face.
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At 8:15, Sakura stood on Kakashi's porch, in a bit of a panic. She had made a point of not being on time, so as to not appear too desperate. She did, however, wear a skirt, sans underwear. Knowing that once she knocked on the door, she would never be able to turn back had made her start to consider the whole situation, giving her slight pause.
However, ultimately she knew how this would end.
How this had to end.
If she turned away now, she would merely end up here unsolicited at some later date. At least this way, she was absolved of the responsibility of initiating whatever would occur behind the large, brown wooden door staring her in the face.
Reaching up a shaking hand, Sakura knocked three times.