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Blame it on Youth
Chapter 3: If You Can't Take the Heat
"Sakura Haruno!"
The kunoichi gritted her teeth, and lowered her head in anticipation of what she assumed to be the most powerful punch she will receive to date. Tsunade had stormed into her office with such speed; she left paperwork flying about all around Sakura's office. Sakura just sat at her desk, still as a statue. Maybe she should pretend that she is dead, that's what you do when you encounter a bear, is it not?
'God, how I wish for an encounter with a bear instead of this.' Sakura thought to herself sourly.
Tsunade slammed both of her fists on Sakura's desk, with such force that the entire office shook. Her brows furrowed in anger as she eyed Sakura. The medic ninja just sat there innocently.
"May I help you Tsunade-sama?" Sakura asked nonchalantly. She could talk her way out of this; she always had when Kiba did something stupid back when they've dated.
'But to think of it, he had never almost killed someone.'
"Why yes, Sakura, yes you can." Tsunade snorted back, "You can tell me why the fuck there is a dying nurse, and a huge commotion about your ex-boyfriend going berserk in the hospital again!"
The mention of Kirume, was like a splash of cold water to Sakura. She couldn't forget that Kiba had brought her into a fatal state. She had to deal with the consequences and so did he.
"I can explain Tsunade-sama-"
"Oh please! Please go ahead and explain!" The blond screamed at her in a mocking tone, "And please, also explain why the fuck Kiba is not here, so I can cut his fucking balls off!" She removed her fists from the table, leaving two holes on her wooden desk.
'Not bad.' Sakura thought to herself, 'Last time, she dislocated my shoulder.'
Suddenly Sakura felt herself being pulled roughly by the collar of her coat, much like she had done to Kiba, couple of hours ago. Tsunade violently lifted Sakura, to be able to face her dead on. Her face would scare the living shit out of even someone like Orochimaru at this point.
"Do you know, how this will reflect on you?" The hokage shrieked at Sakura, "Never mind that, do you know what the council will do? This reflects badly on me too! I am the one that fucking forced them to give you the position with no hesitation! I'm the one that assured them of your reliability, I'm the one that will get hurt when this comes out!"
Dreadful silence filled the room. Sakura knew how to deal with Tsunade. First, her ex-mentor needed to yell her lungs out, then she needed several minutes of silence to calm down and then Sakura could finally talk.
After couple of minutes Tsunade finally let Sakura go, and slumped down lifelessly on the chair facing Sakura's desk. Sakura quietly, with subtle, small movements also sat down back on her chair. The pink haired ninja carefully took out a bottle of saké she kept in her drawer for times like this, and pushed it towards Tsunade.
The blond eyed the bottle with hunger, but then her head snapped.
"No, Sakura! This will not solve anything!" Tsunade abruptly exclaimed, pushing the bottle away, much to Sakura's surprise. Damn, she must be very angry to refuse alcohol.
"I know Tsunade-sama. This has really crossed a line-" Sakura started reciting her usual apologetic speech.
"No, the line has been crossed months ago, this has gone so far beyond that line, that the line is no longer a line, okay? It's a fucking dot now." The hokage huffed in rage.
Sakura sat back in her chair. Her hands on her lap, she laced her fingers nervously, and started biting her lip, watching her mentor break down in front of her.
"Look, Tsunade-sama, it will be fine. I will personally make sure that this does not get out of the hospital." Sakura stated bluntly. "We will tell all the staff to stay quiet, and tell anyone that heard the fight, that it was just two angry comrades fighting, but it ended all well."
Tsunade ran her hand thought her golden locks, and looked at Sakura with disbelief.
"What about Kirume? What will we say? She tripped?"
"Yeah…something like that." Sakura looked down. How could she forget that Kirume was still in coma?
"And do you think Kirume will be willing to just lie through her missing teeth?" Tsunade argued stubbornly. "You know this isn't that simple."
Now, it was Sakura's turn to get angry.
"Not that simple? Are you fucking kidding me?" The kunoichi shot up, bringing herself up to Tsunade's eye level. She was fuming.
"Excuse me?"
"When it comes to wiping out an entire clan from the sake and well-being of the village, it's all okay, it's all possible, and it's all easy!" Sakura barked at the Hokage, thinking of the Uchiha's fate. "But making one girl stay quiet is an impossible task! Don't make me laugh Tsunade-sama. Don't forget who I am, you can't look down on me anymore, and don't expect me to play dumb either. Don't forget I know almost as much about this village as you, for crying out loud I sort through all the paperwork more often that you do!"
Tsunade narrowed her eyes in warning. "Careful Sakura." She growled.
Sakura looked away, a little ashamed at her outburst. It was just really getting to her lately. The council was allowed to do anything, and control anyone, but even with her title, she was still forced to obey ridiculous limits established by the elders. It became clear in the past weeks, that it really was just a title, a sugar-coated name for the council's bitch.
"I hear you Sakura, let it be your way. We'll bury this, and it will be all right." Tsunade stated diplomatically, using Sakura's silence as an opening for her to speak. "But what about Kiba? I can't let him just walk away after doing something like this."
Sakura's head snapped back.
"There is something wrong with him, my lady."
"Yeah I noticed Sakura, he broke a nurse's neck." Tsunade said slowly, as if Sakura was stupid. The kunoichi just shook her head.
"No, I mean there is something really wrong." Sakura started, biting her lip she continued, "I think it has to do with his bloodline limit, or his heritage."
"What makes you say that?" Tsunade was now giving Sakura her undivided attention.
"When he attacked Kirume, the nurses say he was acting like a wild…dog. Completely inhuman, something they have never seen before. There were no traces of poison in his organism, or of any sort of control jutsu when Ino entered his mind. It was just…. him." Sakura spoke, her eyes unfocused, but her mind entirely set on what she was saying. "He didn't remember anything, not even what triggered it." Sakura whispered, fascinated by her own words.
"So what do you propose? I just let him walk away, because you say that it's not his fault?" Tsunade asked bitterly.
"No." Sakura rebutted quickly. "Kiba is not innocent here, I'm not saying that, nor should he be allowed to just walk away from this."
Tsunade's eyes narrowed. "Well then, what are you saying?"
"I'd like your permission to arrange meetings with Kiba and examine him, to try to help him."
Tsunade froze. Her pupils dilated and she suddenly dropped her gaze to the ground. Sakura just raised an eyebrow at her mentor.
"No." Tsunade uttered boldly. Sakura made a face, completely taken back by the change in the Hokage's demeanor.
"What do you mean 'no'?" Sakura asked genuinely confused. It was not normal for Tsunade to forbid Sakura helping people, even people like Kiba!
The blonde sighed.
"I cannot allow you to do this," she raised her head, suddenly looking much more tired and old than she usually did, "but I cannot stop you either I suppose." Tsunade then smiled, finally breaking away from that cold, angry face she has sported ever since she entered Sakura's office. Something was off.
"Just like you said, I cannot talk down to you anymore. Since this is a medical matter, I have virtually no right to tell you anything. You are free to do as you wish, you are the Chief Medical Shinobi after all."
Sakura's lips also curved into a small smirk.
"But, I will tell you this. It will have to be in complete secrecy, the council cannot know that you are meeting with him, nor that he has some weird deficit in his bloodline limit." Tsunade suddenly spoke, never taking her eyes of Sakura. The medical ninja just nodded.
"Also…" Tsunade took a deep breath, "I suggest you keep your emotions in check. Your relationship is to stay purely platonic."
Sakura opened her mouth to deny Tsunade's accusation of her feelings towards Kiba, but immediately shut her mouth. There was no point in arguing with Tsunade. She was like her mother, so the kunoichi just nodded.
Tsunade let out another dreary sounds, and placed her hands on her hips.
"Okay, I'll let you finish up here." She said, and turned around, moving towards the door. Just as she was about to leave, she stopped, and turned her head slightly to look at her ex-apprentice.
"But Sakura, if he steps out of line again, even just a little, this time he will face the consequences."
With a slam of the door, she left. Sakura let out an exasperated sigh, and collapsed on her chair. What was she thinking?
"Urghhhh.." The shinobi groaned in pain, as he flopped down on his unmade bed. He settled on his back, and outstretched his tired arms out, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling.
'What a day.' Kiba thought miserably to himself, as studied the miniature cracks in the ceiling above his bed. It was almost as if he was looking into his own mind, except the cracks there held memories that Kiba desperately needed to understand but could not, for the love of god recall. Maybe he should just pretend that Sakura's words were a lie, he did not attack an innocent nurse. No, he wouldn't let her words fill the gaps. He did not believe them. He couldn't believe them.
Kiba tried to roll over, but immediately rolled back when he realized his head was ablaze with pain.
'Okay, okay!' Kiba screamed within, 'Fine, it did happen.' It was as if the wounds replaced his consciousness, and they reminded him that he was, indeed, a monster.
The dog nin grunted, now clutching his head in frustration and agony. He cleaned the blood, but the wounds started gushing out more of the red liquid, and now his bed was covered. He left the hospital so suddenly, that even the protesting Sakura, didn't have a chance to heal him up.
Kiba closed his eyes, and breathed heavily.
'Sakura-chan…'
"No, Kiba. You're not a monster." He heard her say boldly. "You're an animal." Sakura whispered softly.
Kiba eyes shot open, as the memory flooded his mind.
"An animal, eh?" Kiba mumbled. It was funny how these words have changed their meaning over the time. Before, Sakura would always refer to his as an animal, but because of his animalistic behavior in bed. It was the good kind of reference, the kind that reassured Kiba of his skills when it came to pleasing his women. It was praise, and coming from Sakura, who was a little tigress in the bed herself, the remark held that much more meaning to him. He would always feel challenged to take her back to bed, or the wall or whatever, to prove her point.
Now, however, the words frightened him. He brought one of his hands to his head, and studied it. They were normal, human hands.
'But in combat the fingernails grow, and my fingers become claws.' Kiba remarked. His mind wandered further. On top of the claws, he would move on all fours in a battle, his already abnormal canine teeth would elongate, and his pupils thin out further, to resemble the image of an…animal.
'I'm a dog user for fuck's sake. It's my bloodline limit. It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's special, and powerful.' Kiba continued his inner turmoil, 'Plus, it's under my control.'
The shinobi sat up on the bed, fed up with his insecurities. 'This wasn't the time to be worrying about these things.' He told himself, as another surge of pain shot through his system. He grasped his head and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from letting out an indication of discomfort. Even alone, he didn't want to show weakness.
Kiba slowly stood up, heading for his bathroom he started stripping all of his clothes off. Maybe a nice warm bath will ease the pain.
Suddenly he spotted a half-finished bottle of sake on his desk.
'And if that won't, this will.' He thought happily as he grabbed the bottle and entered the bathroom, now fully naked.
He took a quick gulp from the bottle, and set it down on the rim of the bath, before he started filling up the bathtub with hot, scorching water. The steam began filling up the bathroom, and soon the mirror was fogged up, and Kiba started feeling very relaxed.
He eased his aching body into the searing water, and let his head lay gently on the edge of the bathtub. He closed his eyes and sighed. Now, this was redemption.
With his mind fogged up like the mirror, he couldn't help but to forget all the bad events of today, and his evil little head brought him back to another kind of problem, one that has bothered him for months.
'Sakura.'
Well, to be exact, Sakura and his dick, but those were just minor details. It really was all about the pink haired kunoichi.
Seeing her today, hell being on top of her today, really made his body go crazy. She was far more beautiful than he remembered.
'And god…her tits.' Kiba groaned in frustration at the memory of her showing off her cleavage, both because he wanted to see more, but also because of the tease he was sure she was providing for rest of the male visitors and staff in the hospital.
She wasn't the most endowed woman in the village, no, in fact, her rack was a rather small one, but they were magnificent, as he remembered: so soft, round and perky. A perfect fit into his callous hands. He also recalled them being extremely sensitive, or maybe he was always too rough, either way, her breast turned him on to no end.
It was one of those things Kiba never really took note of before, because, well they were there, and they were his. But once they broke up, he realized no other pair has excited him on that level. He tried bedding women with double Ds but he found himself annoyed by their ridiculous size, and in the end just complained aloud about how they got in the way. Most women then proceeded to hit him for it.
On the other hand, when he tried to match Sakura's chest, with other woman's, he found himself picking at the most minor details. He was never satisfied.
Today, seeing her, all those memories he has fed on for the past months, came to life, and made him come alive.
Kiba grunted as he felt his penis harden. Even in the hot water, it would not leave him alone.
Then Kiba suddenly recalled another interesting event of today, smelling Sakura's arousal. The dog nin, grasped both sides of the bathtub, at the memory of her scent in that state. He hasn't smelled it in months, and it made him wild with need. He couldn't believe he had caught her in that situation. He couldn't help but to angrily wonder if the source of her excitement was another man, and just the thought made Kiba sick, and furious. No one else was allowed to make her feel like that. She belonged to him.
Suddenly Kiba's anger, turned into sexual frustration. He wanted that damn woman so much, and encountering her today, caused his control to slip a little, he felt cracks now forming in his will to stay away from her.
The tanned man grabbed his throbbing member, and with the image of a moaning, sweaty Sakura, he began pumping himself.
He imagined her, in the bathtub, sitting in the water, here with him, naked, wet, and flustered. Her beautiful ivory skin would be catching a pink tint from the heat of the water and also from her arousal that he caused. She would settle herself between his legs, and innocently look up at him with her big, emerald eyes, pleading, no, begging for his attention.
Kiba growled with pleasure, and his grip only tightened. He started moving his hand faster up and down his shaft. His other hand that was still holding on to the edge of the tub, started turning white from the pressure and the force of his grip. He tried to hold on to something, to sanity, before he could explode. His mind completely focused on the imaginary scene in front of him.
The pink haired beauty would smile evilly at him, and placed her small, delicate hands on his hard-on. She started moving, alternating between strong, almost painful grasps, to soft, gentle squeezes. The kunoichi knew very well what he liked, and she often enjoyed going beyond that.
"How does it feel, Kiba-kun?"
The dog nin suddenly heard her say in his head. He shuddered at her ironically innocent tone. The sounds of his name, coming from her luscious lips made him shiver.
She was staring up at him, her big green eyes sparkling playfully, her modest breasts pushed together, and as his eyes travelled lower, he watched her feminine hand move furiously up and down his dick, before her head dipped low and she took the head into her little, hot mouth.
Kiba sucked in his breath, as the thought of his hard-on in her mouth shoot through him like an electric shock. He lifted his hips desperately, and bucked against his hand, his pace frantically quickening.
He let out an animalistic growl, as his mind became clouded with images of Sakura going down on him. He could suddenly smell her scent all around him, and he felt his mind slipping. The air became very dense; he opened his mouth in a silent scream, trying to catch more air, feeling his fangs grow in need and anticipation.
Kiba's now heavy breathing, sped up, as he heard his own heartbeat feverishly beating. He arched his back in pleasure, and closed his eyes, seconds before he felt his entire body tense, just as a hot white pleasure shoot through and he finally exploded.
The exhausted man just laid there lifelessly for couple of minutes.
Kiba's slowly opened his eyes, and let out a deep sigh. He tried to control his still irregular breathing, as his body was still recovering from the powerful release. The dog nin closed his eyes again, and sunk his entire form into the water.
He had a strange feeling about touching himself while thinking of his ex-girlfriend. He had reached a first, somewhat satisfying, orgasm in three months, just thanks to her scent still being fresh in his mind. His body shuddered at the thought of having actual sex with her, and his penis grew hard again.
Kiba opened his eyes underwater, in defiance. This was insane.
'Still not satisfied?' he thought angrily, looking at his crotch, 'You have got to be fucking kidding me!'
The shinobi jumped out of the bathtub furiously. The heat was getting to him, and if he stayed there any longer he might have ended up jerking off again. That was unacceptable and pathetic! He was extremely horny again, so he might as well go out and find some desperate girl and bang her.
Suddenly Kiba stopped him, at realization.
'That won't change anything.' He thought in dismay, his blood boiling in anger.
"Because nothing fucking works!" he screamed in frustration, and before he knew it, his fist was connecting with the surface of the mirror, and then there were shards flying all about. He masterfully dodged all the pointy shards, and just stared at the now messy ground. He noticed blood dripping from his fist instead of his head.
Kiba clutched his head with agony. Not because of the pain, or because of the broken glass. No, it was because of his still painful erection.
Sakura walked nervously down the street, towards the Inuzuka compound. She hasn't visited this part of the village for…well… three months. Maybe more, in the last month of their relationship, she spent an awful amount of time in the hospital, so even when she was with Kiba, doing things, they would be doing them, there.
'Ahhh doing things with Kiba…' Sakura thought absent-mindedly, almost drooling. Her eyes went a little blurry, her mind lost, and before she knew it she had tripped on the little welcoming stairs to the gate of the Inuzuka complex, and fell down, face first right at the entrance
"Ow, ow. ow." The medic ninja grunted. What a ninja she was! Sakura thought miserably as she allowed the green, medical chakra to skid over her face gently, healing the injury.
This was all Kiba's fault! Her lack of concentration had been his fault for the past three months, and here she was going to see him! She should just turn around and run because there is no way she could do this without keeping a platonic relationship. Even in this fucking moment, she could feel the moisture seeping through her panties, as anticipation of laying her eyes on the dog nin, made her loins ablaze.
Sakura closed her eyes in concentration, as she forced her chakra to suppress the sexual feeling between her legs.
'There.' She thoughts somewhat happily, when she no longer felt that desolate need to fuck her former boyfriend. This was a little jutsu, Sakura had taught herself, and perfected to the point when she did not require any hand seals or movements what so ever. She designed it so that she could suppress arousal, at any place she found herself in: an important meeting, operation, or apparently a visit to the Inuzuka compound.
The kunoichi let out a deep sigh to compose herself, and got up, straightening her hair with her hand in the process. She could at least look presentable. She was no longer wearing her white, hospital coat, but her grey pencil skirt and white blouse remained. Surely, it wasn't the standout ninja get-up, but it wasn't like Sakura was awfully busy being a ninja lately.
Ever since she became the Chief Medical shinobi, Sakura noticed her mission load visible lowered. In fact, the only mission she has been sent on in the past three months was a trip to Cloud, to sign an international medical treaty between the two villages, which allowed trade in medical equipment, knowledge and staff. Sakura thought it was a great leap forward for both villages, but couldn't help but to feel annoyed when Tsuande sent two members of the ANBU, and Kakashi to escort her.
"Tsunade-sama, I'm an elite jounin now, I don't need all this protection." Sakura protested to the Hokage's announcement. Two ANBU and Kakashi? That's ridiculous. It's not even a real mission.
"Sakura." Tsunade started, her hands crossed on her desk, "You must understand, with this position, comes a certain level of danger, and we must take many precautions to ensure a flawless signing of the treaty." Tsunade explained, in her usual, bold tone.
"But two ANBU? I think just sending Kakashi alone will do just fine."
"No, I have made up my mind. Two ANBU and Kakashi, will all escort you to the Hidden Cloud. End of discussion."
Sakura let out an irritated sigh. She was being protected like some fucking princess. How ridiculous was this? She was seriously growing sick of this insane level of protection.
'Maybe it will end when the council finds out what Kiba did, and they will make it their goal to get me killed.' Sakura thought to herself dryly, as she entered the well-known compound, and headed for the main door.
She knocked softly, fully aware of the fact, that every member of the Inuzuka clan already knew that she had entered their property. Aside from their ridiculous sense of smell, she had made quite the ruckus at the front steps when she fell.
"Sakura-chan!" chirped Hana as she threw the door open. "Long time no see!"
Sakura smiled warmly at Hana, glad that Kiba's sister seemed to genuinely happy to see her. Hana and Sakura became very close, during Sakura's relationship with Kiba. They both shared interest in medical ninjutsu, and both strived to be powerful kunoichi. Sakura liked Hana the best out of the family, besides Kiba of course, as Hana always seemed to understand her, even when Kiba did not.
"Girls stick together yea?" Something Hana always used to say. The memory suddenly made Sakura very sad, as after her breakup with Kiba, she had not seen Hana at all.
"No kidding. How are you?" Sakura replied with much returned enthusiasm
"Can't complain. Came to see Kiba I presume?" Hana asked sheepishly. She never really accepted their breakup.
"Ummmm…yes. He ran out of the hospital so suddenly, so I came to check up on him, to see if he needs anymore…medical assistance." Sakura mumbled at her last words, suddenly very aware of the fact that she had come all the way across the village just to see if her ex-boyfriends needed some medical assistance. Subtle.
"Right." Hana smiled evilly, 'He's in his room, and I think you know very well where that is.'
Sakura smiled, ignoring Hana's words. 'Thanks.' The medic turned, and moved in the direction of Kiba's room.
"But I do remember once coming home, and finding you two, fucking like bunnies, on the kitchen table, so maybe you don't know where his room is?" Hana said innocently, continuously smiling at Sakura, who now was tomato red. The dog user laughed slyly, and was gone with a quick puff.
The pink haired woman just shrugged it off with laughter, and now hurried towards Kiba's room. Hana always had the best things to say, didn't she? Now, that she brought that event up, Sakura could feel the warmth from her face, travel down to her crotch, stirring up a fire.
'Great.' Sakura thought dryly, as she stopped at her ex-lover's door.
Before she could knock, the door was thrown open violently, and there he was, standing proudly.
He was shirtless. That was the first thing Sakura noticed, obviously. It made the young woman gulp. His torso was muscled, but lean, just like she remembered. Fine scars scattered all across his tan skin. His pecks very defined, and her eyes fell lower to his lovely abs, and then continued down, eyeing the path of hair starting at his belly button, and leading down into his sweatpants…
Sakura was drooling. She must've been. The medic brought her hand up to her face and when she, in fact, felt moisture at her lips, she wanted to die. This was out most embarrassing, and all she could focus on was the tingling feeling that had shot through her womanhood and was now causing her feminine muscles to pulsate in anticipation.
She felt a drop of sweat, roll down her abnormal forehead.
"How does it feel, Kiba?" Sakura mumbled softly, referring to his injuries, shamelessly, never taking her eyes of the waistband of his sweatpants.
Kiba stiffened at her words. Was his dream coming to life? The dog nin pressed his lips into a firm line, when he suddenly smelt her juices again, and this time, it was her fingers that were reeking of the scent.
"You have been touching yourself, princess," he grunted out of nowhere.
Sakura's head snapped up to meet his gaze, which she noticed was one she knew very well, dark, dangerous and full of lust. He wasn't smiling, he was being dead serious, and she noted how his eyes dropped down to her crotch. Her now flushed cheeks fumed in embarrassment anger.
"What! You-"
He caught Sakura's scent about 20 minutes ago. This girl had the most distinctive aroma he had even encountered. It was indescribable, it was just…Sakura. No, not a cherry blossom, it was just her special and unique scent, and he was unhealthily addicted to it.
Then, he caught the scent of her arousal, and boy did that drive him crazy. His body immediately reacted. Aside his immense hard-on, he noticed his claws coming out, his fang stretching out and the hair all over his body standing up in alert. He had to suppress his strength, otherwise the door that he had so unfashionable slammed open, would be in broken into numerous pieces by now. Because the moment he smelled her near enough for contact, he urged to see her.
Now that she was in front of him, he could clearly smell her essence on her fingers, and that meant only one thing, that she had been touching herself, pleasuring herself and that very thought made Kiba's toes curl. Imagining this petite woman, on the bed, naked and sweaty. Her face distorted in pleasure, and her hands working wildly in between her legs, all the while, thinking of him of course.
"I hope at my expense." Kiba finished his thought in a husky rasp. It was all he could do, not to throw this woman against the nearest wall and fuck the living day out of her. Instead he clenched his knuckles tightly by his side, until their turned white and tried to subtly steady his quickened breathing.
It was the last thing he expected, to see Sakura break down, and pull his face down to hers. She had the plan to attack his mouth and take him, but as the good shinobi that he was, he foresaw her attack and planned a counter attack. It was his mouth that crashed on hers first, and almost knocked her breath away.
Sakura felt herself slipping away, drowning in the wonderful sensation. It was powerful thought, as if she was warming herself pleasantly by the fire, but then she would get too close and start to burn.
His lips nibbled on hers hungrily, his tongue coming out to trace her bottom lip and before she knew it he was forcing her lips apart and entering her hot carven by force. Force, she'd gladly surrender to. She let out a muffled moan, as her hands shot up to his head, clutching and pulling on his hair roughly, demonstrating her desperation.
The kiss was hot, fast, messy and desperate, but at the same time it was heart warming. This was like coming home, returning to where you belong, for both. There was no awkwardness, no aimless exploration with the risk of getting lost. They both knew each other, they both wanted each other and at this moment they were both most certainly going for it.
Sakura pulled hard on his hair, and he growled in pain in response that, at this point, turned him on beyond belief. His own hands have already wrapped heatedly around her waist, and were now clutching her form tightly to him, indicting his dominance. She proceeded to cling fully to him, by taking her feet off the floor and wrapping them tightly around his waist, knowingly bringing her heat to meet his throbbing erection.
Lost were her doubts, her reservations. They did not matter; they did not cross her mind at all. All she could just think about was this man, and what she wanted to do next to him.
She wantonly grinded her hips against his, desperate for some kind of satisfaction, that has been denied to her in months. Kiba's hands moved quickly to her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, and pushing her pelvis roughly against his own, creating torturous friction. He let out an animalistic growl, and she felt the naughty vibrations of his response in their heated kiss. His tongue coaxed her own to move restlessly about her mouth, before he swept it away, grazing her teeth and exploring every inch of her mouth, as if to remember what it all felt like.
Sakura writhed in pleasure, as their passionate kiss escalated to the point where she wasn't sure which tongue in her mouth belonged to her. She could feel his fingers clawing at her back and his throbbing hard-on rubbing hastily against her molten heat. She bucked her hips against his and arched her back as she was suddenly thrown into the wall, and then pushed against the smooth surface. All she could do was moan, whimper and beg for more.
'Still…totally…platonic.'
Sakura thought hazily in-between her staggered sobs of pleasure.