Finally! Chapter 3! Sorry for the delay guys...I have so much going on in my life right now that it takes staying up SUPER late and almost passing out from exhaustion to finish a chapter :P Well I hope everyone enjoys! Please R&R!
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It was late; very late, Sakura noted as she stepped out in to the cool night air. Earlier that morning, she had met up with Yamato, as planned, but she was running extremely late. Her exuberant consumption of alcohol, that led to her thoroughly drunken state, had plunged her in to one of the deepest sleeps she had ever partook. In the end, waking up was not a simple task; she had what was known as a "hangover." Only adding frustration to her rushed morning was the memories from the previous night; had she really tried to seduce her former sensei? 'This is so unlike me.' Sakura thought discontentedly as she stared back at herself from the mirror before her. She finished brushing her hair, grabbed her headband off the dresser, and marched out of her apartment.
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"Sakura," Yamato was waiting for her and she could tell he'd been there for a while. "You seem to be following in your sensei's footsteps." He smiled.
"Former sensei." Sakura spat, but quickly recovered; it was not his fault that she was in a bad mood or that she did not feel good. "S-sorry Yamato senpai, I am just feeling a little under the weather." She smiled grimly.
"Since when did a hangover become a legitimate illness?" Yamato frowned, teasing the Kunoichi; Sakura flushed with embarrassment. "I'm only joking, but I believe a hangover is self inflicted; you reap what you sow." His smile returned.
"I know, lets just get started." Sakura sighed and made a move to walk past Yamato, in the direction of the training fields; he grabbed her wrist.
"Sakura," He looked serious now, and concerned.
"What is it Yama-Ah!" Sakura gasped in pain; Yamato had only brushed a hand against her bruised rib, but it hurt like hell. "Why did you do that!?" Sakura knocked his hand away.
"That's what I figured," It was Yamato's turn to sigh. "You never fully healed yourself so I don't think we should continue practice this morning. Take some time to mend your wound and seek me out when you finish your duties at the hospital."
"Ok... " Sakura looked defeated. "Thanks." She turned around and headed for the Hokage residence; she needed to check in with lady Tsunade.
"Oh and Sakura," Yamato called out from behind her and she spun around to face his direction. "Bring a bottle of Sake!" Though she was too far away to see his expression, she could hear the smirk in his voice. He was teasing her again.
"Sure Yamato," She smiled sweetly. "But are you sure it won't affect your wood?" Sakura chuckled as she turned away once more and took off.
Yamato waited until she disappeared before laughing aloud. 'She really isn't a child anymore, is she?' He thought amusingly to himself.
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Sakura blushed as she mulled over their conversation. What was getting in to her that would make her say those kind of things, or act the way she did around Kakashi? She shook her head and continued to tread along, listening to the clink of metal on glass as she bounced the bottle in her left hand against the buckle of her skirt. The sound was in time with her steps and it helped ease away her thoughts; almost hypnotically.
When she arrived at Yamato's apartment, Sakura collected herself; trying hard not to seem so grim, and raised her hand to knock. It only took two taps before Yamato opened the door. He stepped out and looked up and down the street before allowing her to come in.
"What was that all about?" Sakura asked absentmindedly as she walked across the living room and took a seat on his rather plush looking couch. 'Comfortable.' Sakura thought as she bounced up and down, testing its resilience.
Yamato watched her comical display and chuckled. "I just wanted to make sure no one saw you come in," He paused as he shut the door behind him. "Sakura do you know what time it is?" She looked at Yamato and realized that he was in nothing but a pair of dark blue, baggy sweat pants; his hair stuck up in multiple directions, obviously disheveled. He had been preparing for bed.
"I'm sorry Yamato, I knew it was late but I didn't pay attention to the time." Sakura bit her lip. "Well I guess practice is out of the question, but I brought this." Sakura raised the tall, slender bottle in her hand, and laughed at the shocked look on his face.
"I only said that as a joke, Sakura..." Yamato snickered as he walked toward his kitchen. He was only gone from the living room for a couple of seconds before returning with two small cups. "But, since you went through all the trouble, we might as well indulge."
Yamato smiled and took the bottle from her hand. He filled the cups full and handed one to Sakura. The two ninja's drank their sake deeply and quickly; nearly finishing off the entire bottle in just a little over an hour. They conversed; sharing stories and laughing at each others jokes. Unaware of the pace at which they drank, Yamato and Sakura slowly began to realize the level of their intoxication. Some how, their bodies had gotten closer. Sakura felt that rush of heat from the previous night, and without a clear mind, she thought only of releasing that fire.
Yamato read the Kunoichi's body language and his own anatomy reacted without question. Sakura was in the middle of telling some pointless story, but he wasn't listening; his eyes were on her lips. It really did not matter that he did not hear her story, in truth, she was not really paying that much attention to what she was saying either. Though they were still a good safe distance away from each other; there was no mistaking the torrid atmosphere between them.
In a gesture that was seemingly friendly, Yamato placed a hand on Sakura's knee as he laughed at another one of her jokes. She tensed but he left it there; this was the test. Their conversation continued without so much of a pause and Sakura shifted her body, as if to get comfortable, but Yamato knew better; her leg slid down, pushing his hand further upwards. They laughed again; he squeezed her thigh. This time, Sakura did not tense. Her skin was hot Yamato noticed; she was completely flushed.
'Could it be the alcohol or...' He pondered, wasting only a moment before running his hand up the remaining distance of her extremity. His movement was quick and Sakura felt a jolt of electricity as his fingers grazed her upper, most inner thigh.
"Ah!" Sakura breathed in sharply, clamping her thighs tight against Yamato's hand; he finally had his answer. Seizing her by the hips, Yamato picked her up and brought her forcefully down upon his lap; flattening Sakura's small frame against his own.
"So alcohol doesn't have an effect on your wo-" Yamato pressed his lips against hers, begging entrance, but Sakura only teased him. She wrapped her fingers in his dark hair and pulled his head back; revealing his neck. She took that time to nip at him and intensify his arousal, but she was no match for the older ninja.
Wham! Sakura hit the ground, hard; her hands were bound with roots above her head, and Yamato now towered above her, resting gracefully on his knees between her thighs. She felt his hands run up the sides of her legs and beneath her skirt. On either side of her hips, she felt his fingers hook beneath the cloth of her tight shorts and yank them down forcefully. Her vest was next, as he unzipped the front and folded over the sides; exposing her breast, and then her stomach. The final article of clothing to be removed in this manner was her skirt, which he took time to slide off her hips and down her legs, sensuously.
Yamato sat up for a brief moment, looking the woman before him up and down; he bent over once more and ran a smooth hand down her side. Sakura blushed deeply and regret began to sink in as his hand traveled farther down, circling around to her back and eventually coming to rest on her bottom at which point he lifted her up and placed her, again, in his lap.
They sat like this for a good while, just breathing deeply and absorbing each others heat. Sakura sat straight up, straddling Yamato , like before. The hardness between his own thighs was pressing hard against her, through the thin cotton layers dividing them. Yamato rocked her back and forth in his lap; she felt a sensation like no other she had ever experienced. Sakura breathed deeper and deeper, but it felt like air was trapped in her throat; she felt like something was going to explode inside of her, and it felt so close.
"S-so...cl-close!" Sakura cried out involuntarily; Yamato pushed forward, laying her once again on her back. She groaned as the sensation she had felt so deep within her disappeared, but she did not dwell on her loss for long as Yamato leaned down and kissed her. He parted her lips and glided his tongue inside sliding against her own; she was shocked at his sudden breach of her defenses, but not nearly as shocked as she was with his next move. There was something inside of her; Sakura tensed, and he felt it.
"Shhh." Yamato withdrew his finger and gently glided it back in slowly, only quickening his pace when Sakura relaxed and had begun to enjoy his ministrations. Her head swam and that small nuclear ball was beginning to surface again; Yamato joined his middle finger with his index and Sakura gasped. She was no longer holding everything in as she had tried so arduously to do before. Steadily she began to moan; crying out for more, to which Yamato complied.
A face flashed behind her eyes. She envisioned him moving above her and inside of her. Seeing this man in her vision heightened every bit of pleasure Sakura now endured...she was so close...so close...
"Ka...ka...shi..." Sakura's eyes snapped open and Yamato pulled away, leaving her cold and suddenly very sober. For the second time that night, Sakura was denied the climax that had built up within her, but ultimately, she was grateful. If not for her heavy drinking, she would have never ended up in this situation. 'That was too close!' Sakura chastised herself.
"Sakura," Yamato sat beside her; "I can't find myself to make love to a woman who calls out another mans name." He laughed, trying to ease the situation; Sakura looked away. He stood and ambled over to the other side of the room, picked up a blanket, and returned to her side. Yamato drapped the small throw across Sakura, covering her completely, and the reclaimed his seat beside her.
"You know..." Yamato waited for her to meet his eyes before continuing. "I am using a great deal of restraint right now, not to tell you things that might persuade you in to continuing where we left off; I would take you right here in a heart beat Sakura." Yamato looked down, but for only a second before locking back on to her eyes.
"The thing is, though," He paused, running a hand through his hair. "I would never forgive myself, and worse yet, I know you would never be able to forgive me, and that is not something I could live with. I did not mean for things to go this far; I don't have the kind of feelings I should for you to have tried something so lecherous. I won't blame it all on the excessive drinking either, because I am a man and all men have monsters deep down inside. Some men let their monster roam free, and others, like myself have to be shaken and rattled before we let it loose. I have to admit, you do entice me, but you are my friend and therefore, mean more to me than a good fuck" Sakura winced at his harsh choice of words and she could tell that he was not entirely comfortable with it either.
"Just remember that, ok? And quit drinking all together." Yamato smiled and ruffled her hair playfully.
"Thanks, Yamato." Sakura sobbed and smiled back through her tears.
"I am going to go in here," Yamato pointed toward what Sakura guessed was his room. "Just get dressed and let yourself out...and one more thing." Yamato looked nervous.
"Yes?" Sakura asked.
"Kakashi will probably kill me when he finds out about this, so let me be the one to tell him. Ok?" He smiled again.
"Sure, I don't think I want to tell him anyways...it's a little," Sakura swallowed. "Embarrassing." She finished.
"I understand. Good night Miss Haruno." And with that he was gone, disappearing down the hallway.
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Sakura had dressed quickly and all but ran out of Yamato's apartment. Outside, the faint light of dawn gleaming just beyond the mountains. The air was cool and Sakura breathed in deeply; the fresh air was welcoming. Knowing that her day would begin sooner than she wanted, Sakura sprinted home. Aiming to take a shower and get as much sleep as she could before heading in to work, she was in a hurry. So much, in fact that when Genma rounded the same corner as her, she just barely had enough time to come to a complete stop.
"Sakura, what are you doing out this ear-" Genma ended his sentence abruptly, eyeing the Kunoichi before him. Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was a mess, there were dry tear streaks running down her face, she smelled like Yamato, alcohol, and...
Genma clicked the senbon in his mouth, against his teeth. 'Surely you didn't Yamato.' He thought wistfully.
"Sakura," Genma placed his hands in his pockets, sighing as he did. "We need to talk."
