It's the third chapter. After the last chapter, I've been a bit disheartened. This really wasn't meant to be more than an oneshot, but I realize that the ending leaves you wanting more, but I haven't been able to do much. I forced myself last time and I'm kicking myself for it. To quote Aya from Kare Kano:
"There's something wrong! There's supposed to be a moment when the characters, the setting, the story, my pencil, and my own tension all mesh together! When that happens, my writing just flows! But it's just not happening, and all I can do is stop and wait until it does! That's the problem!"
That being said, the tension finally flowed late last month. You've all been patient for this chapter, so as a reward, there is a lemon scene here. (Aren't you glad you waited now?) It's graphic and long (the chapter is 27 pages) because of the circumstances, so if it's not your cup of tea, you can skip it. Next chapter is the dramatic conclusion of Temptation!
Note: There are discriminating remarks in this chapter. Before I get flamed, they do not reflect the thoughts and feelings of the author. That would be hypocritical of me as a person who is bisexual and I hate hypocrites and double-standards.
Final update: August 9th.
Sakura blossoms floated down gently from their boughs, the flowers reaching towards the sky as people stepped into the school building below. It was April, and the school was filled with talk of this year's hanami season, the air light and refreshing as spring weaved into every crevice it could find. It could be found in the students as well.
"Sakura-chan!"
Said girl turned her head, pink hair brushing against her back as she looked at the brown-haired girl coming towards her. An uneasy smile made its way upon her face as more girls arrived.
"Sakura-san, I wanted—"
"Hey Sakura, come with me to the movies!"
"No! You should come karaoke with us!"
"No! Let's go to the mall!"
"Hey Sakura!"
And she backed away slowly from the growing group of girls, her nervousness growing more apparent with every pulse the mass of females gave as they edged towards her with proposals of a get-together. Honestly, it shouldn't have surprised her. This had been happening ever since she became friends with them. Especially…
"Hey."
And the eyes turned, every orb locked on the boy standing coolly in the halls, a small breeze catching small tendrils of raven hair and floating them on the wind as obsidian eyes stared out of a porcelain face. He placed his book at his side.
"Any trouble here?"
"N-no, Sasuke," Sakura stuttered from her place in the hallway. Out of the corner of her eye, she realized a crowd had appeared, surrounding them with baited breath as if waiting for something, but for what, she didn't know.
Her heartbeat was audible in her ears, body tense as it waited for something—a sign, a signal—anything to know what to do next. Footsteps echoed loudly in the hall.
"Sakura-chan! Sakura-chan!"
And the eyes turned, honing in on the young blonde-haired boy that dared to interrupt, but he moved on as if oblivious to it all and slung his arm around his two friends. "Sakura-chan, what are you doing in the hall? You too, teme. Shouldn't you guys be in class? I was actually earlier than you guys today and…"
He continued to talk, rambling incessant nothings before looking around as if just noticing the crowd, and leaned down to Sakura's ear. "Sakura-chan, what are all these people doing here? Did something happen?"
She opened her mouth, watching as the on-lookers froze from the corners of her eye. Some people looked at her with pleading eyes. Other looked at her through narrow slits and she felt a familiar fear coil itself around her, writhing inside her body as memories appeared and sensations of her stomach being kicked in were renewed. Suddenly, telling her mother this morning that she was fine was starting to feel like a lie once more.
Lips moved as a voice filtered through, the beginnings of words struggling through the stark emptiness of her mind to find purchase in the open air. Naruto and Sasuke looked at her expectantly; so did the crowd staring back at her, but before she could speak, a voice rang sharply through the tense air.
"What are you all doing here? Shouldn't you be in class?" Kakashi snapped as he stepped down the small flight of stairs in the hallway. The crowd parted before him as he strode, a commanding air around him as he glared at the shocked students. "Well?"
Voices erupted, the various words and sentences of excuses reverberating off the high ceilings, and as suddenly as they appeared, the crowd was gone. Sakura breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't get too comfortable, Haruno. Shouldn't you be getting to class as well?" And despite his remanding tone, she smiled gently at him.
"Arigatou, Kakashi-sensei." And with the same smile, she bowed her head and disappeared around a corner, the heels of her shoes clacking loudly in the empty halls.
Sakura blossoms drifted slowly onto the grassy knoll behind the school, light shades of pink and pristine white twirling in the breezes brought upon by the blue sky before landing onto the sharp blades of grass. The smell of spring swam fragrantly in the air and a contented sigh echoed in the quiet openness. It was peaceful here.
"Sasuke-teme!"
And the raven-haired boy looked up just in time to see a blob of yellow before letting out a yelp as the yellow blob landed on his stomach.
"Dobe! What the fuck are you trying to do? Kill me?! And get the hell off! You're heavy," he said scowling as he shoved off the laughing blonde. Naruto clutched his stomach.
"You should've seen your face! It was hilarious! You looked like you were gonna—ow!" Naruto yelped as he felt a hand collide with the back of his head. He glared. "What the hell did you do that for?"
Sasuke merely shook out his hand. "Hn. You started it, dobe."
Naruto growled, shoulders tensing as he readied to pounce. "Why you—" And suddenly, they heard it. The faint sound of laughing and looked up at the top of the hill. Naruto grinned.
"Sakura-chan!" he shouted scrambling up the knoll, kicking up grass in his wake before tackling her with a bear hug. She chuckled slightly. "Nice to see you too, Naruto. Hi Sasuke."
"Hn," he said with a nod before moving aside his hand as a motion to sit. She nodded back and went to sit beside him, Sasuke on her left, a smiling Naruto on her right, and the warm sun on their backs.
"Why do you like him so much?"
Sakura looked up, startled as her eyes blinked owlishly. "I'm sorry?"
"Why do you like Kakashi-sensei so much?" Naruto repeated as he sat up, watching his raven-haired counterpart do the same. Apparently he was as interested in her answer as he was. Sakura opened her mouth to speak.
"I…I…" And she bit her lip as she searched the recesses of her mind for the answer. Why did she like him?
"I don't know," she admitted softly.
"What are you talking about, Sakura-chan?! There has to be some reason you like him!"
But there wasn't a reason, she realized. It wasn't something that had a reason behind it. If she said anything, they'd be qualities she liked about him, but not reasons. There wasn't a real reason behind her feelings, but...
"There was…there was this one time…" she began as the memory became clear to her. It was her freshman year and her first day at school. She remembered staring out over dozens of strange faces, unfamiliar classrooms, and an endless maze of hallways as her mind spun around her. People shoved past her, eyes trained on a point in the future as she gazed around with uncertainty. She had no idea what to do or where to go so she hugged her books to her chest, praying to survive the day as she felt elbows and book bags dig into her sides and scrape her skin. Suddenly, she was propelled forward.
"Ahh!" she yelped as she pitched forward into the halls. No one took notice of her as she sat on the tiled floor, looking up to find people who were rushing to their first class of the new school year; people too busy for her. For some reason, the idea made her want to cry and tears began to prick her eyes as her textbooks lay scattered on the floor. Suddenly, she was face to face with the pastel pink cover of her math notebook.
"I believe this is yours," a voice said and she looked up to a silver-haired man with a kind look in his eyes. She blinked at him and realizing that neither of them had moved, she took her book back from him. "Thank you," she said quietly. The man nodded and helped her scoop up the rest of her books before gracefully lifting her from the floor.
"You're a freshman, aren't you?" he asked as he handed her back her textbook. She nodded hesitantly at him and he gave her a pleasant smile. "Well, I'm Hatake Kakashi. I'm the English 1A teacher. Would you like some help getting to your next class?" At his smile, she felt her heart flutter slightly as she felt herself becoming more and more drawn to him and his kind smiles.
"Yes please," she replied in a slightly surer tone than before as she held out a quavering piece of paper. He took no mind of her nervousness and gave her a reassuring smile that placated her shivering body and soothed her fears. Her heart thudded slightly in her ears.
"Ninomiya-san's classroom is down that hallway and the second classroom on your right. Would you like me to walk you there?" he asked and when he turned his head to her, she tensed, straightening her back as she noticed the immense difference in the height. She only reached his shoulder.
Sakura shook her head. "No. I'll be fine," she whispered quietly and she watched as he smiled and nodded his head politely before turning his back to her and strolling down the hall away from her.
Lips quivered as her body was wracked with shivers. Electricity ran up and down her spine and her hands wrung nervously over the awkward twisting in her heart. He was even farther away from her than she thought he would be in the short time he was away, but maybe that was her mind just warping time and making exaggerations to suit her own needs. In her mind's absence, a knot had formed in her throat and her hands gripped tighter together as he continued to walk farther and farther away from her, each step causing the suddenly unwanted distance to expand between them while the echo of his footsteps sought to drive her mad.
"Thank you!"
And she watched him freeze in place as the echoes of her voice reverberated off the windows and high ceiling. When he turned his head, her hands flew without thinking to her mouth and she felt heat greet her fingertips. She was blushing madly and she chanced a glance upwards to see he was staring at her, just as stunned at her outburst as she was. Looking up again, she realized that he was still staring at her and the thought of remaining under his piercing gaze any longer suddenly frightened her, made her embarrassment move aside for the cold lance of fear that ran down her spine. With a hurried apology, she ran down the hall, heartbeat in her head and a sudden nervous flutter in her chest. The same nervous flutter she had in her chest now. Naruto shook her shoulder.
"You okay, Sakura-chan?"
Sakura shook her head. "Yeah," she said, voice still dazed as she pulled herself from her reverie. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I was just afraid I hurt your feelings by asking you why you like baka-sensei."
"Baka-sensei?" she asked experimentally. Naruto nodded eagerly at his nickname for their teacher.
"Yeah. I mean…Sakura, no offense, but Kakashi-sensei is a jerk. What you see in him, I have no idea."
At this, a small giggle escaped Sakura's lips. She hadn't a clue herself. "Well, in freshman year, he helped me get to my first class. I don't why I like him, but it's just…Kakashi is…I don't know how to explain it. He's good-looking and all, but there's just something about him. I can't—"
And she felt a large hand on her shoulder and looked back to see Sasuke with a serene smile on his face. "We get it," he said, the slight lilt in his voice teasing. Sakura blinked. "You do?"
"Of course, Sakura-chan. We're your friends, right?" Naruto shouted boisterously as he plopped down into the grass, an arm hanging off Sakura's shoulder. Sasuke shifted to lounge in the grass beside her. "Besides, we're the same way."
"You are?" she questioned and Naruto nodded eagerly before pressing his thumb against his chest.
"Of course! I mean, looking at just me and teme and the way we fight, you'd never expect that we like each other, but it's just the way it is. As cliché as it sounds, we are sort of meant for each other. We compliment each other's qualities. Right, teme?" Sasuke merely nodded in reply and Sakura found herself smiling warmly at the three of them in this moment. "Thanks guys."
"No problem, Sakura-chan."
"Hn. What he said."
And they sat in the grass, cool breeze on their skin with the sun on their backs and sakura petals drifting gently to the ground around them, unaware of the eyes staring at them from the shadows.
Stars glimmered from their strongholds in the sky as the bark of a stray dog echoed in the empty streets. It was May and summer was being to infiltrate the air with stifling humidity and heat, but the nights were different. Stars dotted the sky as if painted on an infinite canvas spanning to unknown horizons and it was warm enough to sleep outside to enjoy the view of such celestial bodies as the wind caressed your cheek.
A car slowed to a stop at an intersection, the sound of gravel crushing into the cement echoing into the streets. It was late and the orange glow of streetlights dotted the dark pavement surrounding them. The shutters were closed and the residential neighborhood was deserted save for the two people sitting in the car.
"Thanks for driving me home so late, Naruto."
"No problem, Sakura-chan," he said with a toothy grin as he turned his head towards her. His wrist reclined on the steering wheel and his expression was playfully cocky. With his black jacket on; he looked like a movie star, especially seeing how he was driving a sports car. A giggle escaped her lips.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing," she said as she placed her arm back at her sides before looking out at the concrete spread out before her eyes. Their town had once been nothing but a sparse collection of houses in a forest, but it was now a forest of skyscrapers built upon a sea of concrete. Even if they had managed to maintain their relationship with nature with trees on almost every sidewalk, she had to wonder what it was like to live back then, listening to the sounds of the forest. It must have been amazing at night and she quickly lost herself in a fantasy of being caught in the rain in such a place. A voice jarred her from it.
"Sakura? Sakura?!"
"Sorry Naruto-kun, I spaced out a bit," she said with a guilty smile. She hadn't wanted to leave her fantasy. It had been so real that she actually smelled the fresh scent of rain mingling with the earthiness of the forest. She turned her eyes to Naruto as something dawned on her.
"Naruto, I just realized I've never thanked you for helping me, so thank you," she said as she folded her hands in her lap and bowed as deeply as her seatbelt would allow. A chuckle caused her to look up.
"Sakura, it's no problem. After all, I—"
Gunshots echoed in the empty streets and to his right, he felt something slice across his cheek. Realizing that it was glass from the side mirror, he raised his arms to shield himself from the flying fragments as the clatter of footsteps followed the shots. Sakura turned worriedly to Naruto.
"Naruto, what's going on?"
"I don't know. I—"
Another gunshot, this time the bullet crossed just between them.
"That's it. I'm getting us out of here." Grabbing the steering wheel, he glanced up to see a figure in the shadows from his rear view mirror. Another gunshot and the figure stepped into the glow of a streetlight. His eyes narrowed as they focused.
"I know that uniform…"
"What?"
"Sakura, get out of here!"
"What?! No! I can't do that, Naruto! What about—" And then she caught sight of the hands snaking through the open window of the car. Arms coiled around him and he struggled to shake them off as more and more hands reached in, gripping his arms and neck through the window. A finger reached into his mouth, trying to force his head out of the car and he bit down, a feminine shriek escaping into the night air as he spat out the offending taste of blood and perfume from his mouth.
"Sakura, get out of here!" he screamed and she watched him struggled with the hands crawling through the window once more, blood now smeared across his skin as the girl he had bitten sought revenge. A hand gripped his chin and he turned away from it, eyes pleading desperately for Sakura to leave while she still could.
"I can handle it!"
A gunshot rang out in the air and girls were surrounding the car. Sakura looked to him, unsure. How could he take on all these girls alone? Suddenly she was jerked forward roughly, wincing at the grisly thud and the shadowed figure that passed over the dashboard window. From the corner of her eye, they were a few feet from where they were before and the girls that been surrounding the car on her side backed away.
"Go!"
And she was suddenly pushed from the car. Her fingers caught the door handle and she tumbled onto the concrete. She wasn't hurt, but for some reason she was crying. In the back of her mind, she heard Naruto screaming for her to run and she pushed herself to her feet. Wild screams could be heard around her, but they all sounded muffled. Everything began to sound muffled as soon as she started falling from the car.
She could hear footsteps now. Footsteps not her own as they clattered and echoed out of sync. Shadows ghosted over buildings and looking around, she realized that none of the lights were on. Gunshots could be heard in the street and Naruto's car horn blared loudly from the corner. Anyone could tell that someone was in trouble, but no one was going to help them, or rather…no one cared to.
Another shot was fired, the loud cracking sound as the bullet left the barrel echoing in the streets around her. Suddenly, everything became clear again and the sounds of footsteps were louder than they had been before. Something grazed her arm and she hissed as it burned her skin. She could feel blood running down her arm and hear the hooting and jeering of the girls running behind her. More gunshots and the footsteps behind her stopped as the girls shouted remarks that that was what she got for being a whore and that her fag friend was getting what he deserved. Sakura merely closed her eyes and continued running. Her eyes shut; she could hear the faint echo of something falling to the floor under the sound of the thudding heartbeat in her ears. Her throat was starting to burn from running so much, but she pressed on, sweat pouring down her face as blood soaked her shirt and Naruto's car horn faded into the distance.
Shoes splashed in puddles as she slowed down, looking around hazily at buildings she didn't remember running to. Suddenly, she realized she was soaking wet. When had it started raining?
Focusing her mind, she peered out at the neighboring street corners bathed in the streetlights before looking around. Raindrops continued to soak her skin and blood was still pouring down her arm. Turning her head up, she could see the outlines of the raindrops, watching them cling to the power lines above her head. Idly, she realized that she had been here before to deliver something.
"Kakashi…"
And she darted into the apartment complex, footsteps echoing around her as she went up the stairs before reaching his door. "Kakashi! Kakashi!" she screamed. She heard footsteps coming from the stairwell she had just left and her eyes widened with fear. Had they come back? Had they followed her? Her fists pounded against the door frantically, hoping he would hear her. "Kakashi!" The door opened.
"You idiot, what do you…Sakura?" he asked bleary-eyed into the hallway. He had just gone to bed when he was woken up by the racket. As he climbed out of bed, cursing softly under his breath for losing the first night of real sleep he'd had in months, he vowed to gut the person who woke him up, but as he stared at the girl standing soaked to the bone outside his doorstep, he felt not anger, but confusion and worry.
"Sakura, what are you doing here? It's almost 1:30 in the morning," he said with a yawn. From under his lashes, he could see her look up at him, startled, watching her eyes flicker between him and the stairway to her right when his eye caught something on her sleeve.
"You're bleeding," he whispered and she jumped at his words before turning to her sleeve. Moving her fingers, she held the torn fabric and pulled it away, watching as a small wound on her arm wept blood. He pulled her hand away.
"You're aggravating it. Come inside," he said stepping away from his doorstep and hesitantly, she entered, staying just within the entryway, and closed the door behind her. Looking up, she watched him move towards what she guessed was his bathroom.
His apartment was smaller than what she thought it would be. It was cluttered, so maybe that's why it seemed smaller. Everywhere she looked, there were folders full of paper. On the tables, jammed into bookshelves, even by the shoe rack where she stood. There were clothes too, strewn on the backs of chairs, but they were mostly jackets. His kitchen was connected to his dining room and that was connected to a study room, and at the far right by what she assumed to be a hall closet was the bedroom. A voice called out from there.
"You're still standing there?"
And she looked up to see him walking towards her. Strangely, it didn't seem to fit him, the idea of just walking. The energy didn't match the idea. When he walked, it wasn't just walking. He commanded the room without trying and the energy that radiated off him was of someone who knew what he wanted and took it. With the subtle shifting of the muscles in his back, he seemed more of a predator than a man. A hand touched her cheek.
"You're cold," he stated and she flinched at the difference in temperatures. She hadn't even realized she had been freezing until he touched her, but something lanced through her when he did, so now she felt hot and cold at the same time. Shouldn't it have evened out to warm, she wondered.
"Sakura!"
And she looked up with a shake of her head. She had spaced out again and looking up into his eyes, she could see the tinges of worry in them, but that was probably just wishful thinking.
"Yes?"
"What happened to you?" he asked softly as he felt light flash over his skin and heard the roar of thunder. The storm was beginning to worsen, he realized as he surveyed her injuries. From what he could see, nothing was wrong with her but the cut on her arm. She began talking.
"Well, I had stayed late at the school to do some copying for Kurenai-sensei and then Gai-sensei and Lee-san came and they started talking and then Gai-sensei asked if I could help Lee run a couple of errands for him and I said sure and I started helping Lee and before I knew it, it was already midnight. I had already called my mom saying I was doing things at school and I would be home late, so she knew where I was, but I didn't have a ride home, so I called…oh my god! Naruto!"
"Naruto?" Kakashi asked, watching as Sakura began drawing away from him. Her hands moved to cradle her head, her body slightly trembling as she stared disbelievingly at nothing. Her hands stopped a few inches from her face. "I left him all alone…"
"Left who all alone? Naruto?"
"He told me. Some girls from our school came and they began to swarm the car. They were trying to pull Naruto out and he told me to run, but I wouldn't move and more girls came and he shoved me out of the car. He kept telling me to run and then there were more gunshots and I started to run and…and…I left Naruto alone out there! Oh god, what if those gunshots I heard…oh no, Naruto!"
And she began running towards the door, wincing slightly as the lightening streaked across the sky leaving white lights to flicker on her back. How could she do that? How could she leave Naruto behind?! He was her best friend! How could she do something as heartless as leave him behind? Even if he had said for her to go save herself, she should've stayed behind to help him!
She reached forward, fingers just grazing the metal of the doorknob when she felt something enclose on her wrist as she was suddenly wrenched backwards. The thunder roared.
"Let go of me."
"No," Kakashi said firmly as he grabbed hold of her other wrist, gripping her firmly as she thrashed wildly against him. "Let me go!"
"No. Sakura, in case you haven't noticed, there's lightening outside. Even if we aren't in school anymore, you're still my student and I'm still legally responsible for your safety."
"Naruto's your student too, as well as my friend. If you think I'm just going to leave him out there to die, you're wrong," she hissed angrily as she glared at him. Inwardly, he wanted to laugh. So the girl thought she could intimidate him into submitting? He tightened his hold on her wrists and stared her down.
"And you're wrong if you think I'm actually going to let you go out there. I may have already lost one student. I'm not losing another one."
Suddenly, lights flashed across the sky and the sound of searing metal reached their ears. Sakura looked over his shoulder. "What was that?"
"It's a blackout," he said as he glanced at the small digital clock he kept by the entrance. Crossing the room, he looked out the window to see nothing but darkness. "Looks like it cut off the power to most of the city. Call your parents. You're staying here until I can get you home safely. I'll clean your wound after you're done."
And she nodded obediently before running to his phone, Kakashi walking towards his hall closet with a soft sigh.
Sakura sat quietly on Kakashi's bed as she waited for him to return. It was nearly two in the morning and outside was a world wrapped in slumber. It had stopped raining, but with the power still out, it wouldn't be safe to drive her home, especially with the roads slick with rain. On a whim, she brought her knees to her chest and pillowing her cheek on her knees, she stared out the window. The moon was out.
"I'm back."
And she looked up to face him as he entered. Her legs had changed position, now swung to her right side as she stared at him. Her face was in shadow and her vibrant green eyes were haunting. Bathed in the moonlight, she was a sight to behold.
Striding over to the bed, he sat down beside her, twisting and turning her limbs to see if he had missed anything. Though his touches were purely analytical, his mind couldn't help but warp this. He hadn't touched her in months and the feel of her hands on his was heaven and in the back of his mind, his hands were elsewhere as her hands explored him. Her touches would be hesitant and fleeting, her eyes full of wonderment and fear, and for a man as experienced as him, it would be sheer torture to wait until she was comfortable enough for him to make the next move.
He sighed, more at himself than to himself and handed her a towel and a shirt and a pair of shorts for her to change into. Her clothes were soaked and he could only imagine how long she had been in the rain.
"I'll leave so you can change," he said quietly as he slowly rose from the bed when he felt her hand hold him back. He let out a slight hiss. Her fingers were like ice.
"Don't…don't leave," she whispered and hearing the pleading tone in her voice, he stayed, ignoring the side of him waging war on his moral standards. She didn't want him to leave. She was afraid of being alone right now. What could he do but stay?
He kept his back to her, hands bracing his weight on the bed to keep him from slipping off the covers and onto the floor. He felt the bed dip as she moved further from the edge and heard the plastic casing of the first aid kit being scraped as she picked it up to move it away from her. At the sound, he closed his eyes, imagining her nails scraping skin instead of plastic as he drove into her heat and inwardly, he shivered at the sensation his mind offered him. Suddenly, the idea of staying was beginning to seem more and more like a bad idea after all.
The bed creaked slightly and he could hear her undoing the buttons of her school outfit. His fingers twitched. This seemed like one of his dirty fantasies come to life. She was undressing on his bed and all he had to do was glance over his shoulder and he'd see her, but he couldn't. She was his student and she was scared out of her mind. She had been attacked on her way home with a friend—a boy he had assigned to be her bodyguard—and he was possibly dead. Now wasn't a time for such thoughts. Now or ever.
A sigh was heard and he could feel his body tense. Even if he was trying to keep her pure, it didn't mean his resolve was made of steel. He hadn't had sex in months and just by being here, she was putting herself at risk. Screwing his eyes tighter together, he tried to block her from his mind, but then she dropped her shirt onto the bed. Feeling the fabric skate over his skin, he had just managed to stop a moan from escaping.
Minutes passed slowly as she continued to change into her new clothes, unaware of the agonizing torture of the man just a few inches away from. He felt horrible. He was lusting over a girl right in front of her, even if she had no clue of how he felt. If she did, she'd probably think it was because he actually had feelings for her and though it would give him what he wanted if he lied and said he did, he wouldn't. He'd never do that because the stupid girl had wormed herself into his heart to the point that he truly and wholeheartedly cared for her. The thought of caring for her sickened him, but it would've sickened him more if he hurt her.
"I'm done."
And he nodded to let her know he heard her before turning around on the bed. Moonlight filtered through the window and she sat staring at him with a look that wasn't quite expecting, but not quite questioning either. He sighed to himself. He was getting too technical.
Grabbing the first aid kit, he shifted so his legs hung over the side of the bed and faced her. Holding her wrist, he pushed up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal her milky skin. He could hear how her breathing hastened and knew how his touch affected her, but chose to ignore it. This was a purely platonic action. He was just bandaging her arm. Nothing more, nothing less.
He continued pushing up the shirt sleeve, moving it up the slight widening of her forearm and maneuvering it past the bend of her elbow. Only a few more inches and he'd be at the gash, but there was a problem.
"There's too much fabric," he stated, slightly dumbfounded as he stared at the bunched-up white cotton fabric. Damn it, this is just what he didn't want to happen. He knew that giving her a long sleeve shirt was going to have problems, but she was going to stay overnight and a T-shirt was out of the question. She was so much smaller than him and because of that, his clothing dwarfed her. If she bent down to get something, he'd see something he couldn't risk seeing, but now, the same fabric that was supposed to keep from tempting him was also keeping him from treating her. How was he going to reach the wound? Sifting through his options, he sighed. He was going to have to ask her to do it. Hopefully Kami was on his side this time.
"Sakura, I'm sorry, but you're going to have to open your shirt."
She simply stared at him with a blank expression. He raked a hand through his hair tiredly. She was certainly taking it better than he expected, that's for sure.
"I'm sorry?" Sakura asked, blinking her eyes and shaking her head as she waited to know if she had heard right. Honestly, he couldn't blame her. It wasn't everyday that a teacher asked his student to strip, but he quickly moved away from the thought.
"I need you to open the first few buttons of your shirt so I can get to your shoulder. The sleeve won't go any further, so I need you to open your shirt so I can examine your wound. It's the only way I can do it. I'm sorry, Sakura."
And he waited silently, head bowed as she decided. Would she think little of him for doing this? He wouldn't be surprised. If he were her, he'd do the same, but she didn't know that he was a jaded pervert. She just thought of him as the man who she loved and would never hurt her and he wanted to slap her for it. He had stolen her first kiss and had almost stolen her virginity in a car outside her parents' home. He had no shame and rarely felt remorse for things he did wrong, so why did she love him? Why did she think he was deserving of such things? Couldn't she see him for who he really was or were her rose-colored glasses too thick for her to see clearly anymore?
Glancing up, he saw her shoulders tense. So that was her answer. Even if it wasn't the smartest thing to do at the moment, it'd be better for her in the long run and he'd just have to accept that, but that was before her lips pulled into a line and her whispered response of 'alright,' was uttered into the air.
Stunned by her response, he could only watch as her fingers moved to undo the buttons of the shirt, more and more skin exposed to the silvery moon with every button opened before she sat before him with a silver halo around her hair and skin bathed in moonlight. Staring at her, he couldn't think, couldn't speak, could barely breathe as he looked at her with wonderment. Sheer beauty was the only way he could describe it.
Realizing that he had not moved, he coughed into his hand, clearing away the lump that had formed in his throat before moving slightly closer to her. Brushing away the collar of her shirt, he saw from the corner of his eye that her shoulders tensed and she was sitting up straighter, but ignored it. Pointing this out would not only make things more difficult for her, but him as well.
Pushing the shirt further aside, ignoring the small sparks shooting up his fingertips as his hands skated over the smooth skin of her clavicle, he grabbed a cotton ball and a bottle of rubbing alcohol from the kit. The wound was small and was beginning to clot now that her shirt wasn't aggravating the wound, but small fibers were still trapped inside. He sighed and moved off the bed, grabbing the pair of tweezers from the plastic box.
"This is going to be a bit uncomfortable, but bear with me." Her response was merely a nod, but it granted him the permission he needed. Raising the metal tweezers, he meticulously began removing the small white fibers from her wound, wincing as it began to bleed again. The bullet had just grazed her skin, leaving a thin cut and burns around the surrounding area under her deltoid muscle. She would definitely have a scar from this.
Dabbing a bit on the small cotton ball, he pressed it to her wound, listening to her hiss. He offered her no words of apology because invariably, he'd never be able to make the act of applying alcohol to sterilize the wound not painful, but he saw her brows were still furrowed, even after he removed it from her skin.
"Are you alright?"
And she started, looking up before turning to him. Realizing he asked a question, she nodded. "Oh, I'm fine, but…"
"But?" he asked, suspicious of the condition that the 'but' was placed under. Was it that she wanted him to hurry up because she was getting cold or was it because she now realized that this was improper and for him to let her do it herself? She turned her head to stare at him.
"How did you get that scar?"
Not expecting that answer, he blinked. "Which scar?" he asked as he looked at his arms and the rest of his body not hidden by the sleeveless shirt he wore. He had lots of scars, but many were covered by his shirt, so which one was she talking about?
"This scar," she whispered as she brushed her fingers over his closed eye and he reveled in the thrill that ran up his spine as she gently traced over the scar until her fingers were stopped by the fabric of his mask. Slowly, he opened his eyes, both of them, and listened to her small gasp as he revealed his other eye to her for the first time. Not many people got to see this part of him. Even when he was having sex, this eye would always be closed. She was the first person to see his eye in a while.
He let her stare for a minute, watching as she gazed upon it with curiosity and wonderment. It was understandable. Not only was this the first time she had ever seen it, it was a strange color: a red iris with three black tomoe around his pupil. As for the scar…
"I'd rather not talk about it," he answered truthfully as he brought the dampened cotton ball to her shoulder once more. She hissed, but nodded her understanding as he set to work once more. Satisfied, he opened the kit to remove a roll of bandages before closing it and placing everything on the floor.
He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he moved to sit near her. Satisfied by his location, he pushed away the shirt that had shuffled up her arm in his absence before tapping under her arm signaling that he wanted it raised. Following what she was told, she moved her arm up slightly, watching him nod with satisfaction before meticulously unraveling the roll of bandages.
Fingers skated over her skin with a grace never known before and she watched him as he placed the bandage under her arm before circling it around.
His motions were precise and his brows were furrowed with concentration. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was working on a piece of art and she chuckled at the idea of him covered in splotches of paint as he made his masterpiece. It seemed to fit him and not at the same time and the idea made her smile.
Kakashi glanced up as she smiled and he felt one of his own tugging at his lips before he nipped it in the bud. Instead, he completed the knot on her bandages and looked at it with contentment.
"There," he said as he withdrew his hands. His fingers accidentally brushed against her skin and he heard her gasp as stars exploded before her eyes and he gritted his teeth against the sound to stave off his awakening demons, but his resolve had melted long ago. There was nothing wrong with living in a fantasy. As long as it didn't escape into reality, fantasy was fine for him. It didn't matter that he could never have her like he wanted to or dreamed of. This was enough.
He moved closer, bringing his face inches from her skin. He could feel the warmth radiating off of her and let his fingers brush against her once again as they feigned an accidental touch. Her skin was petal-soft and in the moonlight, it looked almost pure white.
Her sharp intake of breath echoed in the room and this time, he did not remove his fingers, letting them stray at the side of her breast as he measured her breathing. She was so sensitive and touching her and not having her was driving him insane. She was driving him insane.
'It's just a lie. I'm just touching, not taking,' he thought to himself as he pulled down the fabric of his mask to press his lips to the strap of her bra. The feel of satin sliding over his lips was sheer delight and the whimper he drew from hers made it even more wonderful.
Slowly, he moved westward, letting his lips ghost over her skin until he was buried in the crook of her neck. Her scent had changed, he realized, as he inhaled and let the smile that wanted to escape do so. It was still the scent of jasmine, but it was mixed with the clean scent of rain that still clung to her body.
Letting his mind wander, he continued his assault on her senses, utterly content with just teasing her here. Strange how she could make him feel so wonderful without doing anything at all and he chuckled to himself before letting his touches increase in pressure. He could hear her moans, feel her shaky breaths ghost over the shell of his ear before he let himself tease her further.
Placing his lips over where her pulse raced, he smiled to himself knowingly before letting his tongue dart out, laving over the skin and feeling her buck at the unexpected sensation before moaning loudly. She was so sensitive, just like he thought she would be. If he wanted to, he could probably make her orgasm with only a few expert touches, but that would be taking.
As he continued assaulting her senses, more sounds left her lips and they beckoned to him like a siren's call. It was beautiful and maddening and he couldn't ignore them, so he began journeying upwards, kissing her jaw, just under her lips, the corner of her mouth as she stared at him through lust-stained eyes from beneath lowered lids. Immediately, he became wary. If he kissed her, would he be taking again? If he kissed her, would she take it the wrong way? Looking into her eyes, he could see her pleading with him to kiss her and he could feel her hands shift between them for the first time since this began. He grabbed them before she had a chance to put them to use and stared at her questioningly.
"Please…"
And he suddenly found himself torn. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to take her, but she did. She desperately needed him at that moment, but was she giving him this right because she believed he actually loved her? No words had been exchanged, but things were always louder with actions. She proved that when she slid her hands to lace their fingers together and he looked into her eyes, shimmering pools of beryl green that made his breath catch suddenly before he lowered his lids.
'It's just fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less.'
And then he kissed her, lips pressing together gently as he slid his hands down to encircle her wrists. He never realized just how slender they were until that moment as he rubbed circles into her palms and angled his lips to deepen the kiss. She responded like she thought she should, and in place of the amused smile that wanted to cross his lips, he tilted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to hold still as he tasted her. The mews and whimpers that escaped her, he drank until he couldn't get enough and he inwardly laughed at the idea of being entranced by a virgin, but he was past caring. He just needed more of her.
Gently, he lowered her into the bed, the two of them landing with a soft thud with the mattress pillowing them as their legs became tangled in the sheets and each other. From where she lay, she could see him and only him, but it was nothing compared to what she felt. Being there, lying underneath him was totally different. The scent of cologne and salt hung in the air with an underlying scent she could only define as him. The mattress lay under her back and her arms were at her sides as she lay beneath him. She felt trapped and the thought thrilled her as he laid claim to her senses. As he plundered her mouth, she felt her mind spin and fire burn through her, the flames rising higher with every glide his tongue. It was threatening to consume her and the idea drove her mad.
He felt her move under him and backed away to let her breathe as he stared down at her, a bright blush painting her features. Her lips were parted, swollen from his attentions, her shirt was crumpled, and her eyes were hazed with a lust that only he could sate. He thought she never looked lovelier in his life.
Fingers tangled into her pink tresses as he settled between her legs once more before lowering his head for another kiss, but she pulled away. "More. I need more," she pleaded, a blush staining her face. He visibly tensed.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked softly as his gaze pierced hers. She replied with a demanding kiss, pulling her hands from his grasp to bury them in his hair as she tore groans from him. Against his lips, he could feel her smile and he chuckled. For a virgin, she was certainly a seductress.
Letting her take the reigns, he let his hands wander to hers, pinning them above her head before claiming her lips again. The kiss was slow, each stroke of his tongue designed to draw her out and drown her thoughts until all she could think of was what he was doing to her and how she was feeling as his other hand crept lazily downward. At the feel of his fingertips skating on her bare skin, she mewed, squirming as they crept lower to deftly undo the buttons of the shirt before brushing the fabric away. As his fingers brushed against the skin of her bare stomach, she gasped and he felt her lashes flutter against his cheeks. Slowly, he let go of her hands, drawing his down the length of her body before slipping it behind the small of her back.
His hand drew patterns into her skin as she slid her tongue against his. She was getting better, but she was a quick learner so it wasn't a surprise.
He pulled her against him and drinking her soft cry, he slid his hands up to her white-lace bra. He hadn't expected her to wear something so racy and he would be sad to see it go, but he wanted to see more of her. Being this close to her was driving him insane and he couldn't go another second without seeing the rest of her. He needed her now.
"Wait."
And his actions paused. Was she having second thoughts? Had she finally realized that this was wrong, he wondered as he waited tensely. It was torture waiting for her reply. Her body was so close and he could feel the need to touch her once more coursing through his body.
This wasn't fair! He was so close. He was so fucking close that he could already taste her honey on his lips. His fingers twitched on her skin, his nails raking against her back causing her to arch and her breasts to rub against him. Even through the fabric of his shirt, he could feel her harden peaks and he shut his eyes to regain some form of control.
"You…"
He merely hung his head, letting it rest on her shoulder. Feeling her breath brush over the shell of his ear, he consoled himself with the thought that this had happened. Even if his twisted dreams would never come true, this was real. Underneath him was the one woman he wanted and could never have. Even if he would never be her first, the kisses were enough. This was enough.
"You…"
"Yes?" he whispered softly into her ear before pressing a kiss into her neck. If this was all he could ever have, he wanted to savor it. He brushed his lips against her cheek.
"Your shirt…"
And he blinked.
"My shirt?" he asked rising from her body. Looking down, he saw that a blush painted her skin, watching it extend to parts hidden by white lace. She refused to meet his gaze.
"Your shirt. It's not fair if I'm the only one naked," she murmured, blushing hotly. Her face was now turned from him, staring at the dresser at the opposite wall. He chuckled.
"I guess that's fair," he said darkly and curious, she turned her head, watching as he held the bottom of his shirt before pulling it over his head, slowly revealing his body. She stared in awe. She'd never seen anything like it and hesitantly, she reached out to touch his chest, her blush deepening as she traced the smooth skin. A strange ache began forming between her legs and she bit her lip in embarrassment before pulling her hands away, only to feel his hands catch hers.
She looked up, eyes staring into his in wonderment as she watched him press kisses where her pulse raced. Butterflies erupted in her stomach and she felt the ache between her legs grow. Slowly drawing away from her wrists, he placed her hands over his chest once more and she flinched at the heat radiating off him, moving to pull her hands away once again, but he held them there and slowly, she relaxed her hands, letting her fingers explore. His skin was soft and surprisingly smooth. From what she could see, he was well-muscled, but not disgustingly so. His body had more of a martial artist's feel, slender with power tensely coiled in each muscle. It reassured her of what she thought of him; a predator in wait for its prey. The hungry gaze she found when she looked up confirmed it.
"Like what you see?" he murmured darkly and she could feel something shift in the air. The cool temperature of the bedroom was gone now, fire taking its place. His aura had changed as well, to that of a conqueror and she quelled a shudder before looking up into his eyes again. They promised something dangerous, and the idea thrilled and frightened her at the same time.
"Ka—"
And he smashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he crushed her against him. It was bruising, maddening pleasurable, and frightening. Everything was going so fast and she didn't know what was going to happen anymore. She didn't know what to do anymore. This man was not Kakashi-sensei and she didn't know what he was going to do to her, and it scared her.
Urgently, she began clawing at his back, but he just pressed her closer, grinding himself against her in a way that repulsed her. She felt helpless—hopeless, and as his hands moved to her breasts, she closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate.
Kakashi let his tongue dip into her mouth, groaning in need as he tasted her on his tongue. It was wonderful, finally getting this chance. Blood roared in his head and he was feeling lightheaded before they even began, smiling to himself as he listened to his demons laugh with glee. Angling his head to deepen the kiss, he felt something warm brush against his skin, wetting his cheek.
'Tears?'
And he slowly pulled away, the fog of lust lifting from his eyes as he saw her pinned under him, staring up at him with wide eyes tinged with fear as she sniffled and whimpered pathetically. She was scared and inwardly, he cursed. He had been concentrating so much on his needs, he forgot about hers. She was a virgin. Despite how skilled and ready she was in his dreams, this was reality and Haruno Sakura was a virgin, a girl with high hopes for her first time. This was supposed to be one of the most beautiful memories of her life, and he was ruining it.
Sakura stared up at him from where she lay. Her hair was fanned out underneath her, her hair tie lying somewhere in the sheets. She knew she was crying and it disgusted her, but she couldn't help it. She had decided to give away her virginity willy-nilly and she was going to have to live with the consequences.
Watching him move above her, she shut her eyes, hoping this would be over quickly when she felt something soft brush over her cheek, kissing away her tears. The presence moved away from her and she opened her eyes to see Kakashi above her with a small smile and regret tingeing his eyes. He kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry, but you don't know how long I've been waiting for this and to have you finally here…" he confessed as he rested his forehead against hers tiredly and she looked at him in surprise as she felt her heart leap. So she hadn't been imagining it. He felt the same way she did.
"Kakashi-sensei?" she asked hesitantly and he started slightly, as if realizing she was just there before giving her a small half-smile and a peck on the lips.
"I want to make it up to you," he said as he began lavishing kisses down the curve of her jaw and she felt her heart flutter and her eyes roll back slightly when he began focusing his attention on where her pulse raced. From under her lashes, she saw him pause over her and nodded her consent, letting a small gasp escape her as cold air brushed over her newly revealed flesh. A soft cry of pleasure left her lips as he touched her there, kneading her flesh and a scream echoed as he wrapped his mouth around her pink bud, sucking gently on it as he continued swirling his tongue around her nipple. It felt wonderful and she let him know with a loud moan. Hearing him chuckle, she saw him looking at her amusedly with a knowing smile making her embarrassed blush spread. A scowl tried to escape, but it was quickly forgotten as he flicked the bud with the tip of his tongue. Her mind had stopped and when her back touched the mattress again, he was nuzzling her chest looking like a cat who found some cream.
He felt her eyes on his face and strayed in the warmth by her heart before pressing kisses to her skin, gently kneading her breasts as he slowly moved down her stomach. Her breathing had sped up and by the time he reached the hemline of her matching lace panties, she looked fit to explode.
"Nervous?"
She merely shook her head, not trusting her voice as his fingers continued their ministrations on her chest. At her response, he smiled against her stomach, feeling the muscles clench underneath before dragging his hands away from her breasts, trailing them down her side before scooting her up the bed. She looked at him with confusion. He smiled.
"Trust me," he whispered.
And she nodded that she did, slowly sinking back down into the bed as he let his fingers trace patterns on her legs. She sighed when his fingers brushed over her calves, squirmed as they tickled the undersides of her knees, and moaned as he rubbed her thighs. Unconsciously, she parted them wider as he moved closer, the slow smile never leaving his face as he continued his task.
A hum escaped her at some point, eyes closed and smile pleasured as he continued caressing her thighs. A whimper escaped her as his fingers crept closer to the source of her aching need and she felt her heart skip as his fingers caught hold of her waistband, slowly pulling down her legs to fully expose her to him. His gaze retained their relaxed position, but she saw the dark gleam in his eyes. He was looking at her in a way that made the butterflies in her nervous stomach go into a frenzy and the area between her legs ache stronger, made even worse as he began the gentle caress again. Each touch was followed by a kiss, a lick, or a slight nip that made her buck slightly at the unexpected sensation, but as she felt him press a kiss to her inner thigh and then another, her eyes widened.
"Sensei?!"
And he looked up, eyes in a dreamy daze as he stared up at her. His eyes were darker now and slightly unfocused and his breathing was more ragged than she remembered. His body radiated warmth and she could feel warm exhales tickle her skin as he smirked and spoke in a low voice that sent shivers up her spine.
"Yes?" he purred against her inner thigh, nuzzling her and smirking at the rise he got out of her. She shrieked.
"Sensei, what are you doing...down there?" she murmured blushingly. His smirk grew wider.
"I believe I was kissing you."
"I know that, but—"
"But what? You seemed to enjoy it," he countered with a lazy smile as he began rubbing her thigh. Every stroke his hand gave, his fingers would inch closer to her core and she would flinch at his every move. His touches would always slide near her entrance, but never actually touch and it was enough to drive her mad with anxiety.
"B-but it's embarrassing and dirty…" she whined quietly and he had to laugh at her words. If only she knew the real him. Then she'd have a real reason to feel embarrassed.
"You have no idea what you're talking about," he said with a slow smile as he bent his head down to pillow it on her leg as he stared up to her, the motions of his hand never stopping as he spoke. "For one thing, you have no idea how attractive you are. A man like me lives for these things," he whispered as he let his finger trail to the patch of pink curls on her nether regions, letting a fond chuckle escape him as he mused to himself how strange and unusually adorable it was before kissing her there. Hearing her gasp, he continued.
"You really don't know how you affect people, do you? How beautiful you are? How magical you can make a person? Everything about you," he whispered as he moved closer to her center of need, pressing tender kisses into her skin. "Your smell, your taste, your feel; you can bewitch a man without trying," he murmured softly looking up into her eyes. His lids were lowered and everything had taken on a fairytale-like quality.
"Sensei?"
And her voice called out to him, bringing him slightly from his daze before he moved closer. His breath was gently brushing against her lips, causing her to squirm uncomfortably.
"Sensei…" she whined and he felt his lids become heavier once more.
"I want to make you feel wonderful…" And at the sincerity in his voice, she forced herself to relax, unconsciously widened her legs as she watched him look at her with glazed eyes from under lowered lids. A finger traced her entrance and she bucked her hips, watching as sparks lashed out before her eyes.
"Sensei," she whined as he continued to drag his finger up and down her folds, watching the moisture collect there. He felt eyes on him and looked up, watching her watch him. Keeping eye contact, he slowly brought his finger to his mouth, wrapping his lips around the digit as he watched a deep blush stain her face as her fingers unconsciously clenched in the sheets. It was amazing how sensual she was and at the taste of her, he knew he had to have more.
Sheets shifted and she heard the fabric rustle as fingers held her and heat pressed close to her own. "Sensei…?"
"I'm going to taste you."
And it was the only warning she had before she felt his tongue invade her body with a groan that made her arch her back and scream.
He thrust his tongue into her body, lavishing her with wave upon wave of pleasure as a deep groan escaped him. He had been right. She tasted as wonderful as he had dreamt of, but better. It was heady and addicting and every scream and sigh she gave as he continued to pleasure her was making his head spin.
Warmth made itself known on his back and he moved his hands to hold her crossed legs, rubbing them encouragingly as she continued her cries of pleasure. Moving upwards, he let a hand slide under her, tracing light patterns into her skin before trailing his fingers to her slick entrance as he moved upwards and reveled in her screams as he teased her bundle of nerves and inserted his finger into her. He heard the intake of breath caught in her throat, surprised by the strange intrusion before she made a noise of complaint as it sank deeper into her.
Her hips shifted, moving further up the bed as she tried to shy away from him, but he held her, pinning her there with his arm and lavishing her with pleasure until she couldn't even think of moving before starting a steady rhythm with his finger.
He drank in her sounds, sighing contented against her entrance as he concocted a symphony from her sounds as he inserted another finger, then another, thrusting them in and out of her until she was clawing at the bed sheets to anchor herself to this world. Seeing her like that, so drunk with the sensations he had given her, was making ignoring the bulge in his boxers impossible and he began to draw away.
The sound of rustling fabric reached her ears through the fog and blinking up at the ceiling, she felt his fingers leave her and she wanted to sob.
She reached down, trying to stop him from leaving her so she could reach the pleasure she knew was there. It was so close, it was so painfully close that she could taste it and she tugged on his arm, trying to make him stay as the jolt rubbed against a spot against her that made her muscles contract sharply and an animalistic moan fall from her lips as she fell back into the bed. She was too weak to move, too close to that precipice that her mind could focus on nothing else and feeling his warmth leave her, she felt tears prick at her eyes.
Suddenly, she felt warmth against her skin and startled, she looked up, beryl eyes locking with his mismatched ones as he gazed upon her with the ghost of a smile on his face. Seeing her like this, face flushed with eyes staring him with need was better than any high he had ever known.
"Kakashi-sensei?" she asked timidly.
His answer was to claim her lips in a kiss that seared her senses as he aligned himself with her entrance, slowly pushing himself in before sharply thrusting into her burning heat and swallowing her scream with a groan. God, she felt so tight. It had been so long since he had a virgin, but even then it wasn't as good. This was the girl he had spent months lusting for and it was only inevitable that when he finally sated his needs, the pleasure would be unbelievable, but this was beyond that. This was bliss.
Coming up for air, he looked at her staring at him with tear-stained eyes as she bit her lip and whimpered in pain as he gritted his teeth against the sensation of her hardened peaks grazing his chest with every breath she took before he lowered himself to rest on his forearms placed on either side of her head to catch his breath.
"I'm sorry," he said finally after he regained control of his body once more. His demons screamed at him to move, to thrust in and out of her—fuck her like an animal because he knew it would make her scream his name—but he held them back. This night would already be painful for her. He didn't want to make it any worse if he could help it.
Her response was a sniffle as a tear fell down the side of her cheek. "It hurts…" she said, wincing at the pain between her legs. Kakashi looked at her sympathetically.
"I know. First times always do," he replied as he stroked away a tear with the pad of his thumb. The action soothed her and she relaxed her body, causing her inner muscles gripping him tightly. He hissed in pleasure. Catching the concern in her eyes, he waved her off.
"I'm fine, but…Kami, you have no idea how hard this is for me," he panted, cursing what his self-induced dry spell reduced him to. It had heightened his every sense and they had only just gotten started.
"Shit. Sakura, do you think you're ready? I'll only move when you are." But his body was already twitching in anticipation. If she made him wait any longer, he didn't know what he would do to her.
Seconds ticked by, every click the clock on his wall made feeling like an eternity in itself as he steeled himself. He had done well so far, what was a few more seconds? But his mind reminded him that he had been waiting an eternity for her and her alone. He was an impatient man when pushed and this was going beyond all reason.
Suddenly, he felt her eyelashes brush against him. Looking down, she did not meet his gaze, but nodded her head and it was all he needed.
His rhythm was slow, but deep, filling her up completely with every thrust his hips gave. Moans and gasps fell from her lips as he moved, the sensations he was laying upon her far from anything she had ever known. Pleasure whorled deep in her body and she managed to open her eyes to watch him move above her, face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as he concentrated on her body. Watching him bite his lip, she let her hands wander over his chest, watching as he threw his head back in the moonlight with a deep groan. He was beautiful.
Her hands continued moving, trailing patterns into his skin that burned fire in their wake. Moving her hands to rest on his shoulder blades, he kissed her, nipping at her lower lip insistently as he sped up his rhythm. At the sudden burst of pleasure within her, she gasped, moaning as he slid his tongue into her mouth and stole her senses.
Looking down at her face, her eyes glazed over with lust as sounds of pleasure escaped her lips, he inwardly smirked to himself proudly as her mind became consumed with nothing but thoughts of him. How he was thrusting into her body, how his skin felt against hers, everything. On a particularly hard thrust, she threw her head back.
"More!" she screamed, unaware of how her nails were raking over his skin or how dirty she sounded, too enraptured with these new mind-numbing sensations to care as he groaned and sped up his rhythm, feeling her arch under him.
"Deeper!" she cried and he wrapped her legs around him, pounding in and out of her as he brought them closer and closer to coital bliss. Watching her scream under him, face contorted in pleasure made his head spin, but it wasn't enough. He needed her to say his name, to recognize it was him that was giving her such pleasure and it was him and him alone that was her first. He wanted to hear her scream it, scream it loud enough so everyone would know that he was her first and that she was his.
"Say it. Say my name," he whispered and in the back of her mind, she realized he was talking to her.
"Hmm?"
"Say my name," he said. His voice was rough and dark, the sound sending pleasure throughout her body with a moan as he sucked on her neck.
"Kakashi-sensei…" she whined as an unfamiliar sensation coiled its way in her belly. He suddenly thrust sharply into her body, making her lashes flutter as her eyes rolled back into her head, the sensations having increased.
Her body began moving with a mind of its own, solely trained on the task of moving to sate the desire within her. It was so close, so close that she could almost taste it, but he wasn't moving fast enough. The pleasure was getting close to painful and she thrashed her head. "Kakashi-sensei…"
"Then say my name," he rasped, thrusting deep into her body. A moan escaped her lips.
"Kakashi-sensei?" she queried, only to feel him reprimand her with a nip to her clavicle.
"Wrong," he answered as he pushed his hips against her. She screamed.
"Kakashi!"
Suddenly, he began to pick up speed. "Again," he commanded, thrusting savagely into her. She couldn't help but comply.
"Kakashi!" she screamed, only to have him claim her lips as he pounded in and out of her, moving them closer and closer to the pleasure they both sought so desperately. Suddenly, Sakura arched off the bed, limbs clinging tight to the man above her as her nails bit into his skin and his name fell off her lips in a chant.
"Kakashi!Kakashi!Kakashi!"
Hearing his name, feeling her muscles grip him as she cried out in ecstasy made his head spin. With a roar of her name, he thrust one last time into her body before throwing the two of them into an earth-shattering orgasm that flung them both into the stars.
Eyes blinked as a small moan left his lips. Looking blearily around the room, he realized that it was still dark out.
Gazing at the small clock on his nightstand, he saw it was roughly half an hour past two before he felt something stir beneath him. Looking below him, he saw Sakura, eyes closed as soft exhales escaped her lips. Despite himself, he chuckled at how adorable she looked when she was asleep and wondered how she even managed to do so when crushed under his weight.
Slowly, he sat up to lay on his back and looked at the tangled bed sheets before letting his gaze stray to the sleeping girl bathed in moonlight, features peaceful as she nestled against his side. Chuckling, he reached down to pull the covers over her so she wouldn't catch a cold. On a whim, he brought his lips down to hers in a tender kiss and watched her smile in her sleep. At her response, a fond smile escaped him before he scooped her nearer to him, letting her head rest on his shoulder. Pressing his lips to her, he kissed the top of her head, gazing down at her with sadness as she slept.
Reaching up, he tangled his fingers in her hair and watched the even rise and fall of her chest as he tried to imprint the moment in his mind, cherishing the sweet smile on her face and the lingering scent of jasmine on her skin. In the back of his mind, a picture of the blood staining his sheets lashed out at his eyes and he pushed the offending image away, forcing himself to focus on her and her alone as he tried to draw out what little time they had left before falling asleep, knowing full well he would be disgusted with himself the next time he opened his eyes.
