Student of the Moon
The frustrated woman was tired of dropping hints like paper bombs on training days to the man sitting behind the plain large desk. Since the war ended and things had returned to almost normal around the Leaf, she had turned up her feminine charms and tried to show the Sixth Hokage of the Hidden in the Leaf that she was ready to be more than just friends. Her lame teammate had seemed to be oblivious to her rather aggressive advances.
"Hokage-sama," she smiled sweetly, trying to draw his attention from the report she had turned in.
"Sakura, you know better than that, call me like you always have," he ordered, not looking up from the work in his hands.
"Naruto, would you like to go out for drinks with me tonight?" she asked, leaning over his furniture, tracing a nimble finger over the smooth surface of the wood furniture. She was trying to take advantage of her bust that had finally filled out quite nicely.
"Sorry, I'm supper busy and Sasuke already asked me to join him with the other guys. Another time," he promised, still focusing on the written words before his eyes.
Something snapped deep within the pinkette. The object of her affection was ignoring her on a grand scale that she didn't think was even possible for him. Normally, he lit up when she walked in the room and pestered her for dates. Lately, he treated her like everyone else or sometimes even worse. He acted like she wasn't a friend to him, let alone alive.
"I guess I'll just go home," she concluded, defeat soaked her words to the point of dripping onto the floor, making a sad little puddle of disappointment. She spun on her heels, pink hair fanning out, and headed for the double doors.
As the clicking of her shoes echoed down the halls and disappeared, it told him she was gone. Finally, he looked up from the form that he had been diverting all his attention too like a madman. Her sultry voice and low cut shirt were driving him to the brink of insanity. It had been sometime ago that he had decided to stop his childish ways of constantly asking her out on dates and trying to get her to be his. With Sasuke back, he wanted to give her space. If she still wanted the newly returned ninja then, he loved her enough that he'd let her go. All that mattered to him was that she was happy. But it felt like as soon as he halted his advances she had started hers. That beauty of a woman was confusing the crap out of him.
Sakura slammed the door to her apartment, flung her shoes off in no particular direction and stomped into her small living room. She tried sitting on the couch and relaxing but her legs were restless and continued to move up and down of their own accord. Getting to her feet, she headed into her bedroom. She opened the curtains and got a good look at the full moon. She bathed in the light and drank in the delicious breeze that drifted in through the open window. A heavy sigh filled the room as she thought about how lovely it would be to go for a walk under it, hand in hand with Naruto. His big toothy grin plastered on his face, maybe a slight blush from the contact of their intertwined fingers, with his wild blond hair swaying with the wind's gentle caress. Her mind going back to her blond teammate fueled her annoyance with the dense man causing her hand to ball into a fist. She held back from punching anything, she didn't want to have to replace things.
Her mind kept wondering to what to do to get him to notice the signals she had been giving him. Without being able to pin down any kind of plan she began to worry she was too late and he had moved on. He'd been in love with her for so long that she never considered him giving up on her. The possibility of having lost his affections wasn't a thought she wanted to dwell on any more, so she decided to try to get some sleep. As she was pulling her shirt over her head, it got caught on something. Next thing she knew she lost her footing on some stray dirty pajamas that she had discarded there that morning and fell into her closet. A nice sized goose egg formed on the back of her head from it greeting the wall harshly. A string of curses flowed from her mouth as her arms got loose from the shirt binding her so she could rub the back of her tender head. A couple articles of barely there clothing fell from their hangers upon her impact with the wall of the closet, giving her a wicked idea.
Once again she got her feet under her and removed her outer clothing without any major incidents. Going to her underwear drawer she found the skimpiest and brightest red strapless bra and matching thong she owned. Discarding her work sports bra and boy short panties, she donned the lace, instantly feeling more like a woman than a successful combat medic. From the base of her wardrobe she retrieved the clothes that had spoken to her. The small black skirt hugged her hips and thighs with a fairly high slit. She pulled on her black pin stripped halter top camisole, then slipped on some red studded heels. Gifts from Ino over the years were finally getting some use. Looking out her window, a devious smile spread across her face. Even if she didn't have Naruto to take her out, she could still go find someone to have a good time with, checking herself in the full length mirror she smiled, she looked ready to go on the prowl.
At the bar Sasuke and Naruto were trading stories about the crazy women in their lives. The dark avenger turned Jonin of the Leaf was having a hard time with one of his new teammates. She was determined to prove that she was right all the time. All she did was show how annoying she could be. Naruto told him of all his trouble with Sakura turning a one eighty on him. He didn't know if he could restrain himself much longer. He'd almost taken her this evening on his desk.
"Speak of the devil," chuckled the dark haired man before taking another sip of his drink, "she's looking pretty tempting, somebody might sell their soul tonight."
Naruto followed his friend's dark line of sight, there was the source of his torture, dressed to kill. She floated across the room from the entrance to the bar to sit on one of the many empty stools there. The Hokage noticed all the male eyes, and even several of the female eyes, trained on her as she went. A small growl rumbled deep in his throat, she'd been the love of his life for years and he wasn't about to let someone else capture her.
The pink haired beauty ordered her drink from a tall dark and handsome bar tender. Carefully, to show off her good sides, she leaned on the bar scanning the room without her green eyes ever leaving the the bottles of liquor lined on the wall. Taking a mental note of every single male in the place, and which ones she would have the most fun flirting with. Beside her came a deep clearing of the throat noise. Turning to find a spiky tuft of white hair and a dark eye, her insides filled with smugness, he would do nicely without it going too far.
"Sensei, how nice to see you," she smiled genuinely, shifting so she was sitting having tempted a suitor to her side.
"You know you don't have to call me that anymore," he corrected, a small hint of pride in his voice.
"Old habits die hard," she shrugged, throwing back her first shot of the night, feeling it burn all the way down her, warming her body and making her brain a little fuzzy. She quickly ordered another from the good looking man who controlled the drinks.
"That's the smartest thing I've heard all night. Still trying to get the knuckled head to notice you?" his head slightly gesturing the Hokage's way, "didn't you girls take classes in seduction?" he questioned with a twinkle in his eye. She guessed it was his choice in literature that made him so insightful to her passes at the blond ninja. He'd also been out in the world a lot longer than the idiot she had been hitting on.
"I wasn't very good in that class," confessed the rosette starring down her newly filled cup.
"Well, I can teach you a few things if you like," she didn't protest so he leaned in close to her ear, "you know, us boys don't like it when we think someone else is going to play with our toys," he whispered then leaned back on his stool to study her reaction.
She sensed more than saw the devious smile under that mask of his. A small look of shock was on her face but she recovered with only a moment of hesitation. Tossing back her second cup, she found her courage at the bottom of the clear glass. He was impressed with how quickly she turned on her bedroom eyes as she edged closer to him, letting her small index finger play with his green vest.
"I am a fast learner, I'm sure there is still a few things you could teach me, Sensei," she purred, her jade eyes looking into his only uncovered one.
It was Kakashi's turn to be surprised, she had gone from the innocent girl he remembered teaching to a she-wolf right before his eye. It was hard to tell if it was lust or just her determination to never back down lighting in her. He ordered two more drinks for them that they tossed back with ease. He could sense a tremendous killing intent radiating from across the room in his direction. If the boy was smart, it wouldn't be long before he was over here. His block head of a student just needed another small shove to get his ass over here to get his girl. The sensei leaned in to whisper to the young lady again but this time he rested his rough hand on her thigh, not too high to make her uncomfortable but high enough, a signal that he had intentions of the physical kind.
"Maybe I'll be the one to learn something," a husky voice filled her ear.
Even after all these years she still hadn't seen what was under his mask. With a playful grin and a small blush, her gentle fingers reached for his mask, they curled around the hem of the article obstructing her view. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, Naruto was at the bar hand resting on his former teacher's shoulder, holding himself back from thrashing the man who taught him so much about the ways of a ninja and life in general. Sakura relinquished her chance to see underneath the blue material. Kakashi slowly removed his hand from his former student's thigh, letting his fingers glide along her creamy skin. The action did not go unnoticed by the male towering over him.
"Naruto, it's good to see all my students out tonight," came the seasoned ninja's voice from beneath the offending mask.
"You two seem to be having fun over here, why don't you join Sasuke and I. The others stood us up, so there is plenty of room at our table," offered the young Hokage, but it sounded more like an order to the veteran.
"I think I'll pass tonight, I see people over there closer to my age," with a little salute the older man was gone, leaving a tipsy pinkette alone with an angry blond.
"Going to join your teammates?" he asked, blue eyes staring intently down on her.
"I think I'll pass too," she smiled coyly picking up her cup and letting the liquid slide down her throat like an experienced drinker. She could see it in his eyes, behind the ocean blue there was still a small torch for her. Stoking the coals to rekindle the fire that once burned for her wasn't going to be easy. If she wasn't careful someone could get burned.
He didn't know what to do or what to say. She had been begging for his attention only hours ago, now she was dismissing him like she had when they were younger. It felt like a lifetime ago with how much they had been through together. It stung a little to watch her accept a drink from a man at the other end of the bar. She raised the glass to the man and slung it back. Naruto knew that man, he had a habit of using and loosing women. There was no way in hell he'd let a creep like that near his Sakura.
"I think you've had enough," he decided pulling her off her stool a little more forcefully than he intended. She was surprised by the action and fell into his torso. He cursed his green vest for being in between him and her.
"Maybe I have," she admitted, if he could yank her around like that she was sure she was already drunk. Pulling away from his body she started to move to the door but she saw Sasuke sitting at a table with an egotistical look only a Uchiha could possess. Before her escort could protest she detoured and fell next to the raven haired man with a drunk giggle, "I had to stop and say hi."
Sasuke looked like a cat ready to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. An arm slipped around her and pulled her body flush with his, her breasts almost spilling out of her top by his sudden action.
"I'm so glad you did," he beamed, his free hand pushing some of her untamed hair out of her face.
"He called you the devil," Naruto stated bluntly as he sat across from the entangled couple.
A wolf like grin spread on her face, "the devil?" her eyebrows raising with her question.
"Yes, and I'm ready to make a deal if I get to keep you," teased her teammate, tightening his hold on her.
Her laughter rang out through the bar, she knew his game. It was all to rial up the man on the other side of the table and it was working by the scowl on his whiskered face.
"I think you sold your soul a long time ago," she jested, but it was still a low blow.
This time it was his mirth that filled the room. She had become a different woman from the girl he remembered. If she had been like this in their academy days, he might have been more interested. He wasn't into all the girls who threw themselves at his feet, now she was worth hunting. If his best friend wasn't in love with her he might have tried harder to bed her. But with Naruto boring holes into his skull, he couldn't make a real move on the temptress.
"Go home you lush," he taunted as he gently pushed the woman away.
She rolled her eyes and left the table, only stumbling once. The last two owners of the Sharingan nodded to each other from across the room as the Hokage took the head medic out of the bar. They weren't playing fair but this was love, like war, everything was fair.
Sakura was walking down the road that led home, strong drink affecting her ability to judge distance a little. But it was her shoes that became her greatest enemy of the night as they were causing her to falter in her strides, almost twisting her ankle.
"Let me help you," Naruto offered like a gentlemen.
"No, I picked these damn shoes and I'm going to get home without your help," she growled at him.
"Stop being stubborn," he lashed back grabbing her and trying to pick her up bridal style.
Somehow she blocked him and it ended up with them wrapped up in each other with her back pressed against the wall of a closed shop, his face inches from hers.
"You jack-ass," she snarled under her alcohol laced breath.
"You are the most bull headed, childish person I've ever met," he growled back.
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" she snapped, her eyes avoiding his intense gaze.
"You want to play it that way?" he questioned snapping her attention to him with the pressure from his powerful hands on her lovely hip bones.
In the brightness of the goddess that watched over the night, the rosette could see every emotion written plainly on his handsome face. All she could hear was the beating of her heart and her heavy breaths. Her body didn't even notice the cold wall, all she could feel was his body locked against hers. Not knowing if it was the alcohol, the closeness of their bodies, or even the damn moon herself, but Sakura, the blossom medic of team seven, threw caution to the wind. She latched onto blond unruly locks forcing the owner forward to meet her lips to his. Not stopping there, she demanded he let her tongue invade the territory of his mouth. A satisfied groan sounded from the man being assaulted by the love of his life.
Two pairs of hands began to travel with no destination in mind, just enjoying the journey in unexplored lands. His body pressed into hers harder but his bulky vest was still keeping him from experiencing her chest against his. A strong surge of desire to rid everything that separated them coursed around his head. His moral compass wouldn't allow him to strip her on the road. He had too much respect for her to take advantage of her intoxicated state. His body cursed that decision as it was ready to be one with hers.
It took all his effort to break the passionate kiss. He swooped her off her feet before she could make a fuss and took to the roof tops to take her home. Through her open window, right into her bedroom was where he found himself without thinking of the consequences. Setting her on her feet, she knocked him off his onto her bed. He'd rarely seen her move that fast outside of battle. Straddling him, she worked swiftly to rid him of his bothersome vest. It was tossed somewhere in the moonlit room. His shirt soon followed the same general path.
A debate waged inside his head as his hands pulled her skimpy top over her head. Seeing the red clad breast up close he almost gave into his body's desire for her. His respect for her told him to stop, she was drunk. He'd wanted to be her lover for so long that a part of him didn't care, he'd have her any way he could get her. She wasn't allowing her brain to catch up with her actions. When his calloused hands took hold of her bra clasp sobriety hit her like a punch to the face. He was finally taking her serious. As the frilly garment fell to the floor time seemed to stop. No one moved as he was face to face with the torture tool she had been using on him for weeks. Tan lines showed where no one got to see, let alone touch.
His massive arms wrapped around her small frame, finally feeling what he had been longing for all night. Her bare chest pressed to his in an intimate embrace. The body heat that radiated from the man was almost too much. He made her mind as fuzzy as the alcohol. He was her own personal drug and if she ever found something that made her feel the way she did now in his arms, she knew she'd be hooked. When he started to kiss her graceful neck she wondered if her heart would burst from bliss. Her nails combed through his untamed hair, pulling his mouth to hers. He tasted the strong drink that lingered there, reminding him of her state of mind and that he had to be the responsible one.
Leaving his hair her hands worked their way down to his pants, feeling every chiseled muscle along the way, without a second thought, she had them unbuttoned and zipped down. The excited man knew if he didn't get out now, he never would. She had been chipping away at his resolve since she walked into the bar. It was ready to crumble at any moment. With his last ounce of will power he flipped her on to her back and hovered over her.
"I can't do this tonight," he mumbled, lips pressed to hers as he captured her wondering hands, "I'll see you tomorrow," he took a deep breath of her delicious scent then pushed himself away.
Sakura was stunned with disbelief, she had him right where she wanted him and now he was leaving. In the moon light, his body took on a heavenly quality, vexing her longing loins. He found his undershirt and began to turn it right side out.
"If you leave now, I'm never speaking to you again," she threatened. The instant the words left her lips, she regretted them. Part of her knew it would be impossible to follow through with such a statement but she was hurt and confused by his actions. She knew she was being childish and unfair but he was breaking her heart.
"Sakura," Naruto sighed, raking his hand through his hair in frustration.
His temptress kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her skirt, tossing it to the floor passed him. She got under the covers and patted the vacant space next to her. Defeat riddled his bones, soaking down to the very marrow, as he thought of never being able to converse with her again. He was unsure if she would remember the threat in the morning and he didn't want to test her memory. He captured her on the bed, kissing her passionately. She returned his affection with equal ferocity thinking she had won.
He broke away, resting his forehead to hers, "I'd rather have you hate me, than hate yourself in the morning."
Again he tried to leave but she captured him before he could get off the bed. Her breast against his bare back, arms wrapped over his shoulders, she kept him sitting on the bed.
"You don't have to make love to me if you don't want to, I just need you to stay the night," she whispered, sounding so vulnerable.
"Alright," he consented, something in her tone spoke to him, he had countless nights where he didn't want to be alone. Tonight he would protect her from the monster known as loneliness.
Together they slipped under the covers as the bed groaned in protest on the weight. Her smaller form snuggled into his strong arms like she belonged there and was fast asleep before him. His mind was a storm of confusion. He tried to do the right thing and leave but he wasn't strong enough to walk away from her, not when she needed him.
The next morning the sun shining brightly through the open window woke him. Sakura, stirred and got up, wrapping the sheet around her almost naked body to close the curtains. Naruto swung his legs over the bed and sat up. He took it as a good sign that she wasn't screaming and yelling at him yet.
"Sakura, about last night," Naruto began, he had a compulsive desire to apologize even if he wasn't sure he did anything wrong.
"Naruto," she cut him off, one hand clutching the sheet around her and the other the curtain, "you can blame it on the alcohol, or the moon for all I care," she mused, turning to face him. His heart broke a little, he wanted things to change between them but not for the worse. He nodded his understanding, scanning the room for his clothes. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her approach him. "But this morning, you don't have the luxury of such scapegoats," she purred climbing into his lap, letting the sheet fall away. She captured his mouth with her own, letting her fingers tangle into his hair. Warm hands fell on her sides, letting them run over the surface of her skin.
Deciding he wouldn't hold back on her any longer, they were both sober consenting adults, he shoved his moral compass in a box and threw it to the back of his mind. His blood rocketed to the important parts of his body. He figured she was what it felt like to touch heaven, the way she evoked desires in him. His pants were still undone from the night before making it easy to twist her hand under the waistband of his boxers, finding his stiff member ready for her stroking. He growled low as she took hold of him. Since they were doing this, he was going to do it right, he flipped her onto her back, removed every stitch of remaining clothing so she could see what she was getting herself into. Her brows raised but she wasn't the type to back down from a challenge any more.
They recaptured each other in a naked embrace, a tangled mess of limbs and tongues. His rough hands against her smooth skin sent tingles of pleasure through her body. The scent of alcohol was gone from her, leaving only her natural aroma he had learned from countless hours of training and missions together. Their hungry flurry of kisses fed off of the others passion. Her hands tried to find a place to rest but it was impossible to find a favorite spot on his perfect body. Nails raked across his skin as his thumbs rubbed over her raised sensitive peaks of her ample bosom. A hot breath fanned over one, sending a delicious shiver down her spin, adding to the already growing need.
His hands moved down and filled themselves with her shapely thighs, she opened them, inviting him in. Her every breath, every moan, ever action was encouraging him forward but in the back of his mind there was a lingering hesitation. A part of him felt he didn't deserve to be with her. There was a different nagging in the back of his skull that said this was too good to be true.
Impatience got the better of her, the ache in her was becoming unbearable, her legs nudged him forward to the destination she sought. His tip teased at the entrance to a place he'd only been to in his wettest of dreams.
"Naruto, please," she begged, the need evident in her voice.
Hiding was no longer an option, everything in her needed him. If he did not aid her now, she was sure part of her would die. Never being one to refuse her, his hands took hold of her hips, trying to calm the radical rate of his heart and doubts in his turbulent mind, his blue eyes glanced at hers only to be trapped by what he saw there. A longing lust was all he saw the night before but now there was a deeper emotion, a fearless gaze waiting for him to complete what they had started. He wasn't sure of where the starting line was, but now the race was coming to a close.
Uncertainties vanished from the storm in his eyes, clearing to a peaceful blue as he pushed forward. He was a gentle lover, just like she expected, waiting for her to breath right again before he continued to milk the pleasure from her core with every pump of his strong hips. It was strange at first, to feel complete after years of knowing part of you was missing but never understanding it was another person who made you whole. His strokes increased with demanding speed, she wrapped around him perfectly, hugging his member the way only a lover is permitted. Turning from gentle to aggressive as he found his rhythm, enjoying the change, she rewarded him with sounds of bliss coating his name.
Her head slammed back into the cloud like pillow as he hit a patch of flesh she didn't know had such power over her being that it could send her flying towards the brink of pleasure so profound it border lined pain. Silent gasps filled her throat as the lines blurred further as he struck it again, leaving her a pleasured, clawing mess. Unable to think about anything other than the release that crashed down upon her like the ocean's waves on the jagged rocks, the spray breaking into crystal drops flying skyward like the pieces of her mind.
This professional medic, who was always so composed, to watch her completely unravel because of him made the man swell even more. His body did as he felt her body beckon, another hard, life changing thrust had him spilling all of himself into her. For a precious moment they were one. His arms gave way and he collapsed on top of her, making it difficult to reclaim the breath her lungs were desperately seeking. Nothing had ever felt as strange as his once hard penis softening and slipping out of her now deflowered cavern. She felt childish as tears pricked at the edges of her eyes, she tried to will them away but just then he moved to look at her. They slipped silently down to her pillow top, his face showed the little droplets of salty liquid shook him. He never meant to hurt her, he never wanted that, whether it be her body or her fragile heart, he never wanted to see her cry.
He began to apologize and retreat only to have her shush him and pull him back to her. Despite the sweat, she longed to feel his skin against hers. Locking arms and legs around his body, she trapped him to her in a flesh cage he'd happily stay in for the rest of his life. This woman had lost something that morning, her only remaining form of innocence, but she had gained so much more. Laughing at herself she pulled him into a loving kiss.
They had finished one race to the glorious, panting, passionate end. As she pushed sweat laced blond locks off his forehead, she wondered where the next stretch of their lives would lead. His deep blue pools offered adventure and love, with no empty promises lingering there saying that it would be effortless. Naruto was never the one to take the easy road. That's why he was Hokage and that was why he loved her.
