Kissing the Fox
By: Toki
AN:D Chapter 3. Thanks for the kindness, yet again. This chapter is porntastic, so get out if you don't like it. Well it's not a full lemon anyway. And I doubt you'd be on this site if you disliked smut. Rofl. Also in this chapter, I have tried to make Naruto a little more...Naruto-ish. He's being more himself around Sakura, git it? However, he will remain slightly more badass throughout. Remember that Naruto takes place when he's like...fifteen. He's like twenty-one in this fic. (looks shifty)
Also this isn't spell checked or beta, since I rushed it on. Laptop broken, sorry. Dx And stupid AFF downtime. I hope this is the right chapter LOL.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. But I did steal a lock of his hair for a Voodoo ritual that will hopefully make him real and very much infatuated with me. Because, let's face it--that's the only way I'm gonna get a ninja to notice me. ;;
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'BOW CHICA BOW BOW. CHICA CHICA BOW BOW. CHICI WIKKI WIKKI BOW BOW. WAO WAO WAO---' Inner Sakura let out a screeching 70s porn music guitar solo. Stiffling a giggle, she quickly turned serious as they hiked up the steps to her building, his fingers still wrapped around hers. Walking through the lobby, Sakura stepped carefully into the elevator, pushing the button. Naruto said nothing, squeezing her hand tighter when the elevator dinged and opened to her apartment. Sakura let go at once, feeling at a loss, but determined none the less.
"Um...tea?"
"Sounds good," he laughed, though it was still a bit weird with the mask. She deposited her coat on the couch as she went into the kitchen, oblivious as the ANBU captain watched her make tea. Clearly, his thoughts were not of tea.
Maybe Ramen, though.
The kettle whistled after a couple minutes. She glanced back at him. He was exploring her livingroom, hands folded behind his back as he bent to peer at pictures or check out the view from the massive two story window that dominated the eastern wall. She poured the tea, and set it on a tray. Stepping carefully, the bartender placed the tray on the table, setteling on the love seat. He turned to sit next to her, and she noticed that when he sat on the couch, his weight didn't displace her til the last moment. Ninjas were pretty amazing, alright. She sipped hers, and then smacked her forehead.
"Oh. The mask. Fuck." She clapped a hand over her mouth, embarrassed.
"Naughty mouth, Sakura-chan"! He laughed, then tilted his head at her. There was an awkward silence. Swallowing a mouthful of air, she starred at the shinobi, trying to pick apart the silent message he was sending her. Realization dawned on Sakura, and she gently put down the saucer. Raising trembling hands to his temples, she licked her lips, which had gone dry. He was nearly thrown out of his concentration when he watched the small, pink tongue greedily. "Sakura." His tag-less voice brought her back, his hands pressing over hers. "Listen to me, Sakura."
She nodded, an odd numbness spreading over her. "If...you really do this. If you see my face. It's like a contract," he explained, a bit sadly. "if you want to further this relationship...Sakura, remember what I am."
"You're Naruto."
"No," he said sternly. "Not who. What. I'm a ninja, Sakura. And not only that, an ANBU Captain. I'm as much ninja you can get, outside of being the Hokage...", and then he added darkly, "which I will be some day."
"I don't care," she whispered, almost angrily. His large hands closed around hers.
"You will. Sakura. Sakura listen to me. I'm a killer. Not even two hours ago, I killed four people." She froze in place, starring at his hands, and wondering how the things holding her so gently now could be used to rip peoples throats out. Her throat was beginning to hurt from trying not to cry. "He was begging and screaming for mercy. And I killed him. I slashed his throat, and walked away without even thinking about it." His voice was getting faster, and she could sense some sort of inner battle going on.
"I...can't say I don't care," she began softly. "But...do I? Am I awful? All I know is that I'm almost obsessed with you." Sakura smiled weakly. He sighed, though it sounded more like acknowledgement than frustration.
"I...you...yeah. Me to." He stated. "But remember, Sakura. Once this mask comes off, you could find yourself in some very, very fucked up situations. Fast."
The pink-haired woman found the silky red ribbons that held the mask to his head. "I'm always in a fucked up situation. Remember? Even inanimate objects are deadly around me." She giggled, but he didn't return the laughter. Finally, slowly, he released his grip on her hands.
This is it. She reached around him, and he was rewarded with soft breasts in his face. For once, though, it wasn't on his mind. Not really. She undid the knot, letting the ribbons fall. She pulled them from behind his ears, and, with a deep breath, lifted the mask from his face.
Gorgeous. The word burst into her mind like fireworks. A beautiful, easy, youthful face, complimented with honey-tan skin and bright blue eyes. The overall sweetness of his appearance bellied the darkness seething beneath the surface. He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. He was handsome, but not in the tacky way. He had such a gentle air about him, a youthful, bubbling energy-- unlike the snotty models in the magazines Ino oogled. Carefully, she placed a hand on his cheek, making sure he was real. Sky-colored eyes closed, and he leaned into her hand. "I've wanted to touch your face for so long," she breathed, feeling stupid. He said nothing, but she saw his chest fill with air.
"Sakura," he sighed. His eyes opened, looking sad but determined. "You may be in trouble, now."
She shrugged. "Baka. That's what I have you for." A wicked grin suddenly flashed across his features, and she felt a trill of fear and exhiliration. Seeing his face was wonderful, especially his shrewd, fox-like grin.
"What if I can't protect you from myself? Then what'll you do?" He inched closer. Her heart beat seemingly against her ribcage.
"Then I'LL kick your ass." She threatened, raising her fists. He caught one in his hand, swallowing it completely.
"I believe you, don't worry," he teased, and then used his free hand to draw her closer to him, press her up against his torso. The blonde man grabbed her leg then, bringing it over his waist. She gasped as his mouth found hers again, and he sucked her bottom lip softly, gently asking for entrance. She let him, then moaned in shock as the kiss became rougher, plundering all corners of her mouth. He broke it, placing tiny kisses along her neck and above her collarbone.
"No fair, you were--".
"The esscence of a shinobi is deceit, Sakura-chan," he chirped, pinching her bottom playfully. She yelped, flushed, and engaged the kiss this time. He returned it eagerly, crushing her small body to his. Soon, his tongue had wandered to where her boat-neck shirt stopped, and where the tops of her breasts peaked out. Slowly, he ran his tongue there, liking her squirming in his lap. She breathed his name, and his tongue turned into open mouthed kisses back up to her face, where he bit at her ear playfully. "You smell good."
"Better than bad?" She pondered aloud, stretching her hands up over her head without realizing the effect she was having on the shinobi. Inner Sakura would have objected, but was too busy touching herself or something. His blue eyes sharpened, and his fingers tapped her collarbone.
"I-I can't do this." He mumbled, drawing his head back from her collar. She mumbled in dissapointment, her big green eyes filled with confusion. It turned to hurt. Sakura hung her head, feeling self-conscious. More than she already was, at least.
"D-did I do something wrong?" She mumbled.
"No. But it's moving too fast, you're right. We should be...um...," he blushed, reaching beside himself to grab her shirt. The ANBU kissed the swell of her right breast once, before pushing her arms into the shirt, buttoning it up securely. Sakura remained silent, numb feeling. He took her face in his large hands, brushing her lips with his. "I'm sorry. I got out of control, and you were hurt by it."
"W-was not"! She pouted. "I-I may not be experienced, but I AM an adult," she fumed, reluctantly pulling herself off his leg, stumbling slightly when the backs of her knees hit the table. He almost rose to meet her, but stopped, when he felt her small hand press against his temple. "I-I don't want your pity. I don't need it. I'm stronger than that." He was silent, his luminous eyes shadowed.
"I'm sorry, then. But I didn't think you were weak," he smiled brightly at her. "You know, I hang out around a lot of strong people. But I was attracted to you because you were...hmm," his brow furrowed in thought. "Strong in a different way, I guess." The trembling had died down, after her encounter with hormones. It threatened to start again. She found no words, biting her thumb nervously. Flinching, she pulled it away, realizing she had bit so deeply a small stream of blood had flowed from the incision. Frustrated, she moved to suck on it, but stopped when she felt Naruto rise swiftly, taking it in his own mouth, sucking gently. His blues eyes never left her own startled emerald gaze, the focused orbs of a hunter. She really did tremble again this time, sighing in defeat as she used the other hand to thread her fingers through his hair. Finally, after what seemed a sweet eternity, he released her digit and turned back to the table, grabbing his mask.
"I need to cool down...I think both of us do," he laughed, but turned to embrace her, giving her a chaste kiss on her slightly sweaty forehead. She let him, sighing into his neck. Ah, would this giddyness ever stop? His index finger traced down her bare shoulder, before he lifted the mask to face. Wordlessly, she took the ties from his fingers and tied it behind his head. He let her, though she couldn't read his expression. "Goodnight, Sakura-chan."
"G-goodnight, Naruto-kun. A-and," she began to feel stupid again, "You'll come back, right? Not to sound clingy, but uh--".
"Silly onna! Of course," he shook his fist, then after what seemed to be a moment of thought, he reached into his pouch, and dug out a kunai. "This is my favorite kunai. It saved my ass a lot when I was a trainee." She eyed the deadly object, noting the heavy-looking dark metal's many scratch marks. "I want you to keep it in a safe place."
She took it carefully in her hands, holding it point-away from herself. "You know," he started. "Sakura-chan would have been a good medic-nin." She sweatdropped.
"MEDIC...nin?"
"Hai, hai. They heal wounds, almost like field surgeons," he explained. She smiled.
"Actually, when I have enough money, I want to go to nursing scool. Obstetrics."
He sweatdropped. "Ob-ob--nani."
"Um, babies...pregnant women," she blushed. He clapped, more of that child-like glee shining through.
"That's perfect for Sakura-chan!"
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and opened her mouth to say something. It was interupted by the strong thrum of her old grandfather clock, telling both of them it was 3 AM.
"Ahhh, chikuso. We'll talk tommorow, Sakura-chan," he said, rushing into his sweater. "I have a report to do on my mission and I got distracted." She turned scarlet. "Not like that's your fault-only half," he ran his hands through her hair one last time. "I'll be back tommorow night, even if I'm not at the Aotsuki. I have stuff to do." She smiled, nodded. He cranked open the window, climbing out onto the ledge easily. She held her breath as he turned and waved at her.
"Ki o tsuketeee"! She called at his retreating form, as he seemingly blinked from sight. Carefully clutching the kunai to her chest, she walked ascended the stairs to her loft, opening her bedside drawer and cautiously depositing it there, among old romance novels and, ironically, an unopened package of condoms. They had been a gag gift from Ino. That's pretty pathetic, when condoms are a GAG gift.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, starring at the couch where...stuff...had happened, Sakura began to realize, fully, what had just happened. Taking a deep breath, the bartender curled up into the fetal posistion, and giggled herself to sleep.
AN: I know, also a bit shorter. In fact hella short, for those reading the FF.N version. I really edited out a lot of the, uh...raunchy (shifty) parts. Yeah. Sorry, but I don't wanna be killed. Even if this is rated M, it was pretty heavy. Nothing below the belt. Let's just say Naruto stopped a bit later than he does in the FF.N version. XD
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