AN Okay, so I know I haven't updated my other story yet because of technical difficulties (I deleted three chapters by accident and didn't have them backed up on my external hard drive so I'm trying to rewrite them in their glorious entirety) But I wrote this awhile back, maybe last May I just ran across it and decided to edit it. I'm gonna do like in Pedestrian Life and get a song for each chapter.. The story is a little cliche, but I've always found this idea appealing. So let me know what you think! R&R xoxo
Carried Away: Chapter One: 7 Days In The Sun
Kakashi wasn't much of a beach person. The sun was too bright, the beach was too sandy, and he hated taking off his mask. However, Kakashi loved a good deal, and when his best friend and long time colleague offered to take him to an all-expense paid vacation to the Cayman Islands for two weeks, Kakashi couldn't find it in himself to say no. Winter vacation was almost over, and he was getting ready to finish his last semester of night classes teaching at the university to begin his new job. This meant he wouldn't see Genma until next August. So since Kakashi loved drinking, relaxing, and not spending money, he found himself in what most people would consider paradise.
Genma had snagged the last two remaining spots in a massive bungalow-style condominium which they shared with about fifteen other people. It was right on the beach and they were given a beautiful show of the sunset every evening. While Genma played social butterfly with the other vacationers, Kakashi made it a point to avoid them entirely, that was until he caught a glimpse of the girl staying in the condo beside them. They apparently shared a kitchen, but Kakashi had yet to see her.
It was their fourth day, and Kakashi was sitting on the back porch swing, sipping on Genma's magical hangover cure. It was a thick, almost pasty smoothie that tasted suspiciously of whiskey, bananas, Vegemite, sauerkraut, and orange juice. But this was only his educated guess, and he would think Genma was fucking with him if the dastardly drink didn't work so well. It was hot that day, unreasonably so in his opinion. And just as Kakashi finished his drink and was mentally preparing himself to stand up, he saw her coming towards him, holding three empty beer bottles.
"Hey, I don't think we've met." Her voice was sweet, but Kakashi caught the hint of offense in her tone.
"I'm Kakashi." He held out his hand; she firmly grasped it and a huge smile spread across her face, making her beryl eyes shine brilliantly.
"Sakura. Mind if I have a seat?" She sat down before he could respond, but truly Kakashi didn't mind. She was beautiful, with a comically appropriate name given her vibrant, cotton-candy colored hair and bright green eyes, she simply looked like the female embodiment of spring. He smiled when he got a closer look and realized that her eyelashes were magenta, as were the small freckles dotting her cheeks and shoulders. How interesting. But she looked young. Really, quite young.
"Are you here with your parents?" He asked as he draped his bare arm around the back of the swing.
"Yeah, I don't live with them, so I haven't seen them in months. This is our Christmas." God she was cute. Kakashi surmised that she must have been in college. But really he was just rationalizing. "What about you?"
"Hmm no family. Just my friend Genma and I."
"You've not been on the beach one time, Kakashi." She accused. "And I would know, I've spent everyday there."
"Sakura!" The pair jerked at the shrill voice that assaulted their ears. Kakashi quickly realized the voice belonged to Sakura's mother, who was equally stunning with her bright, brassy, hair and dark green eyes, and faint smile lines around her lips, behind her must have been Sakura's father. He was an astoundingly friendly looking man, and Sakura had inherited his hair colour for the most part. Kakashi chuckled at how he was carrying everything while Sakura's mother simply strutted, unburdened.
"We're leaving for dinner in half an hour. Please try and wear something other than that bikini okay?" The couple walked inside, neither acknowledging him. However, Kakashi hadn't noticed Sakura's bikini until that moment. It was red, and the strings holding it into place were impossibly thin. She had the body of a cheerleader, or a fighter. Just one quick tug..
"Well, I guess I'll see you around!" She stood up quickly, Kakashi spared a quick glance at the supple skin surrounding her perfect legs, and at this point really didn't care if she noticed. Which was impossible to tell if she was embarrassed given how sunburned she was. "Try not to sleep in so late, you're wasting the whole day!" She gave him a wink before disappearing inside.
That meeting changed Kakashi's entire outlook on the beach. Suddenly, Kakashi began to wake up earlier and earlier just to chat with the girl for a few moments. And then finally a moment came where she was alone.
Everyone in the condo had gone out drinking and eating on the pier, but Kakashi was too busy reading to get ready to leave, and now his laziness paid off. He walked into the living room he shared with the others and thanked the gods for what he saw. Sakura was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, engrossed entirely in a book. Her pink hair was piled haphazardly atop her head, a few sun-streaked locks falling around her face, and as usual she wore her red bikini, only this time she had a thin, white cardigan covering her arms and shoulders. She glanced up at him and smiled, the look in her eyes was scorching.
"Catching up on some beach reading?" He indicated to the small pile of books on the coffee table. Fountain Head, Oedipus Rex, Don Quixote being a few among them.
"Yeah, but these aren't really my style. I prefer nonfiction." Sakura sat down a copy of Madam Bovary. All of those titles were books Kakashi had studied in college, but seeing them altogether gave him a sense of deja vu, and he couldn't place the link between these books. He shrugged the feeling off and took a seat next to the girl as she pulled herself onto the couch.
"You are very interesting, Kakashi." Sakura stated suddenly, he then noticed the strong scent of salt water and margarita mix that clung to her. Her finger lightly trailed the contour of his muscular arm and Kakashi didn't suppress the chill that shot down his spine. She smirked.
"And why is that, Miss Sakura?" He leaned closer, resting his arm behind her.
"Well, I can't help but notice that you always wear that sleeveless, mask-shirt thing. What are you hiding under there?" Her pink skin flushed a shade deeper as she boldly ran her finger down the front of his chest.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Very much so.." Her response came out in a sigh.
Kakashi began tracing small figure eights onto her exposed thigh, drinking in the way her eyes went from playful to lustful in only a few moments. Kakashi pushed his hand up her leg until his thumbs was tangled in the string of her bathing-suit.
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen." He whispered into her ear, drunk off of her own bold intoxication. She shivered when the went fabric covering his lips came in contact with her neck.
"Mmm, Kakashi.." That was it. He pulled her closer beside him and firmly pressed his mouth onto hers, the small piece of cloth causing no hindrance as he nipped at her lips, a soft moan escaping her with each touch. She pulled away momentarily to shrug out of her jacket, then immediately straddled him.
He knew in that moment that he would always love the beach. Sakura's hair smelled of seawater and her lips tasted like margaritas and beer. The girl he'd once thought embodied spring had made summer Kakashi's new favorite season. He grasped her thighs, moving on to her firm stomach. He really couldn't wrap his brain around how soft her skin was.
Almost timidly, the older man let his finger tips lightly graze the red triangles of her bikini-top, making her grind her hips into his. He made a note to file that away as a particularly sensitive spot. Sakura wound her fingers into his hair as he continued to gently caress the small, hardened buds beneath her top, the contrast from the frantic rocking of her hips made Kakashi head swim.
Then, as if Sakura could have possibly become more enticing, she reached behind her and pulled on one thin, red string until her top fell around her hips. Kakashi looked in her emerald eyes, clouded with desire, and pushed himself against her sex, reveling in the way her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Wasting no more time, Kakashi took one of her dusty pink nipples and rolled his tongue over it, the damp fabric ofhis mask working in his favor as the friction caused goosebumps to erupt across Sakura's arms.
If time were on his side, or if maybe they weren't in the main room of the condo, Kakashi could have spent all night fondling her perfect, small breasts, because the satisfied sounds and smells that emanated from the girl as he did so were absolutely intoxicating. But not wanting to break the moment with a setting change, he decided to see what other parts of her body produced such arousing results.
"Kakashi.. please." The sound of her voice surprised Kakashi. It was so low and sultry, unlike her usual sweet voice.
"Please what?" He asked innocently, his thumb dipping into the front of her red bottoms before he tugged the string lose. He worked at untying the remaining strings and pulling both pieces off completely and looked back up to her, waiting. "Spit it out Sakura."
"Ugh, don't be a prick." He chuckled at the familiarity she treated him with and watched as she stood up, blushing but unashamed of her nudity, which was not a surprise considering she was in perfect shape, strong but not too muscular, with subtle curving contours. Sucking on the end of a stray pastel lock that had fallen in her face, the pink-haired girl bent down to pull at the fabric of his pants until they puddled around his ankles. Kakashi grabbed her hand and gracefully pulled her on top of him.
"You are incredibly beautiful, for the record. I've been trying to contain myself all week."
"Me too.." She bit her lip most attractively, then lifted up to release his erection from the confines of his boxers. With her slow, almost shaky movements, Kakashi found himself questioning the status of her virginity, but the way she looked assured him that she was just a tad inexperienced, but not virginal. That he could deal with. As he watched himself slowly disappear inside of her, Kakashi was unable to think of anything else.
Kakashi scowled at the time on his watch. Contrary to popular belief, Kakashi could tell time, he even set his watch to be a little fast, but even then his laziness prevailed. He paused to wave at the secretary beside the school's entrance before continuing onto his class. She checked the time and rolled her eyes. He already had a reputation, which wasn't surprising. Many of his old friends from college worked here. Kakashi wasn't supposed to start until next term in fall, but the previous teacher had gotten pregnant so he volunteered to start early during the spring semester so she could take her leave.
He glared out the windows at the freezing, light rain that had been pouring for a week straight. Konoha was a beautiful place, but it was humid and cold during winter, so much that Kakashi found himself actually missing his time at the beach, which had only been a short three weeks ago.
Room 156 and only fifteen minutes late, he could still hear the morning announcements over the intercom. Not bothering to look at his class, Kakashi waltzed right in and hung up his raincoat before writing his name, the daily and the weekly assignments on the board. He still hadn't looked at the lesson plan since November when he had accepted the job, but no time like the present, right? As soon as the peppy voice overhead ceased, Kakashi located the attendance sheet, fell into his chair and propped his wet shoes onto the desk and began skimming the lesson plan, an odd sense of deja vu setting in again. He began speaking as he divided up the pages of his syllabus.
"Alright guys, my name is Hatake Kakashi. I'm your new A.P. Lit teacher, however I am a professor, so I would appreciate being called as such. Since this class is incredibly exclusive, I'm going to assume all of you earned you place here. I will say this once, I do not like repeating myself, therefore I won't. Deal with it. This is a college-credit course and I expect nothing less from you. After I call roll, start the assignment on the board. Since it's the first day after break I'll make it easy. But only this one time and only because I'm too tired to grade anything."
There were only about ten people in his class, which was great in terms of grading, but the job lost its charm when he saw the name Haruno Sakura on the roll. He glanced up and met her eyes. Kakashi felt his heart drop into his stomach as a pink-haired girl shyly lifted her hand. Fuck. This was absolutely impossible, wasn't it? Surely Genma knew her, if so why hadn't he mentioned it? Or had he.. He shook his head and finished roll, albeit a tad less composed. It now made sense why she was reading during her vacation, and why the books seemed so familiar. She was only finishing her assigned reading for the following semester.
He didn't dare to look in her direction, but as he read his favourite book, which happened to contain rather graphically depicted sex scenes, he found himself stealing glances her away against his will, remembering the few times they had spent tangled up in one another. This was like the plot of High School Musical but so much worst. Not that Kakashi had watched it. The bell rang, thankfully stopping Kakashi's pernicious train of thought.
"Alright, everyone hand in your papers, and Miss Haruno I would like to have a word with you." She looked like she was being led to the executioner when he called her name. Once everyone was gone, Sakura made her way to his desk. He had to admit she looked much younger under the harsh lighting and wearing her uniform. The sight of her in a pleaded skirt and perfectly pressed white shirt made his stomach heave. Kakashi really couldn't recall a time he'd been more upset with himself. But he didn't waste any time getting to the point.
"How old are you?"
She sighed, shakily. Kakashi was no longer looking at her, but he could hear the tears threatening to fall from the tremble in her voice. "I'm.. I'm seventeen."
"Goddamn it!" He stood abruptly, slamming his hands on the desk, she jumped back as he bore his dark eyes into her jade ones. "Do you have any idea what position you've put me in? You foolish girl."
"Excuse me? I didn't see you asking about my age when you were all over me!"
Raking a hand through his messy, silver hair, Kakashi sighed deeply. "We both know I'm at least ten years your senior. Don't act so innocent. However, it doesn't matter. I'm still at fault. You're a minor. I do not deserve this position." He finished, he was more speaking to himself.
"Stop it! There is no problem here. I won't tell if you won't and nothing has to happen. I'm very serious about school and you're obviously serious about your job." He met her eyes and saw how sorry she felt. This was a different girl than he'd slept with over break. But as he nodded in agreement and numbly wrote her a note to excuse her tardiness to her next class, he felt like he'd hammered the last nail into his coffin.