A Timely Conversation
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"Is it hard to believe?" Kakashi breaks the silence, a thoughtful tone to his a voice and fingers on his chin. It had been ten minutes of taciturnity while a certain pink haired nurse worked on stitching up the gashes on his arms. Humoring her former teacher, she replied with a distracted "Hmm?"
Sadism briefly flashed across his eyes, quickly replaced by a look of amusement.
"Is it hard to believe I'm not a virgin?" He might as well have a little fun with her- guilt free of course- as she had confiscated his Icha Icha, and thereby brought upon herself any vegeance of his choosing, depending on his mood.
And right now, he was kind of horny.
A blush swept across Sakura's face as she struggled to keep her flow of healing chakra steady. "Um.. well.. I don't really think about these things Kakashi-sensei."
Lies.
Unbeknownst to even her closest friends, in a box under her bed was a collection of the some of the raciest novels in Konoha. She even had a few Icha Icha volumes thrown in there, but no one had to know that. Surely, she thought, a man of Kakashi's build and stature would attract quite a number of desiring ladies with just one nonchalant glance. That, and because there's no denying that the man before her was just downright sexy. But no one had to know she thought that either.
Shaking her head clear of these indecent thoughts, Kakashi's next words came slightly muffled.
"It's true. Why do you think your poor old teacher has such a distinct taste for literature?" He brings up a hand and wiggles his fingers. "Compensation."
The blush on the young medic's cheeks came back, even more furiously than before.
It could be true, however implausible, she supposed. After all, she had a habit of imagining the lead male character in her own books was her boyfriend. Trying to regain some Sakura-like composure, she whimpered at how awkward her current situation was and tried to resume the role of the professional and skeptical girl she was around Kakashi.
"You're lying." Sakura hissed indignantly, a slight tint still on her cheeks and her nose wrinkling in distaste at the bemused man. He blinks innocently, pouts, and playfully bites at at her nose.
"What? I have the feeling you think I'm lying." It was a typical response to expect from Kakashi, yet Sakura couldn't help but let out a childish 'Hmph!', folding her arms and turning her head away. That pervert could heal his own self if he insists on continuing this charade. Plus, her urge to dig out one of her novels was steadily growing...
"Whatever. You're a cretin." She stomps off and he is left sitting there, with a half-open-half-stitched wound, wondering when his student developed such a rhythmic swing to her hips.
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an: Fluffy thing! -Grin-
This is a oneshot, just to clarify.