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CHAPTER SIX
"What do you mean you can't come to lunch today?"
Sakura bit back a groan of frustration, holding the phone away from her ear as her mother's tone began to rise. She'd known this wasn't going to be easy, but at the same time, there was no way she could go anywhere in her current state, not even to meet her mother for their weekly lunch date.
"I have so much paperwork to catch up on, it all has to be done by Friday at the latest and I'm already behind. I'll make it up to you next week, I promise." she tried again, biting her lip.
That was, of course, if she actually found herself able to leave the house.
It had been a number of days since Sakura had stepped foot outside of her home; how many however she couldn't exactly recall as she'd been too distracted by her overloaded mind to count. She wasn't exactly avoiding the world, she simply found herself in a position in which she was unable to face it.
There were two people that she couldn't bear to come across in her fragile mentality, and there was every chance of coming across them in the busy streets below her bedroom window. She still hadn't concluded how she was going to deal with the delicate situation at hand, seeing either one of them would make things overwhelmingly worse.
"Sakura, is everything alright?" her mother inquired on the phone, reclaiming Sakura's attention.
"I'm fine, really. I should probably get back to that paperwork." the pinkette lied swiftly through her teeth, guilt coursing through her veins.
Deceit and deception may be two large factors in her chosen profession as a shinobi, but that did not mean she had to practice them in her personal life. In fact, Sakura abhorred lying, and inwardly detested herself each time an untruth passed her lips. Being dishonest to Naruto had been one of her worst moments; she still hadn't been able to forgive herself even though he had seen right through her words. She'd only been trying to protect him, to cease his determination to bring Sasuke back at her request, such a foolish thing for a smitten young girl with a broken heart to ask for.
Yet, he'd still gone to hell and back, and achieved his goal to return the rogue Uchiha to Konoha.
Sakura scrunched up her nose. She couldn't allow herself to think about Sasuke.
"I'll give you another call tomorrow evening then. Talk to you then."
Before Sakura could say her farewells, her mother had already hung up the phone on her end. It was obvious she was unhappy that her daughter had cancelled their plans, and there was a good chance she was aware that Sakura was not fine at all, despite her assurances.
Returning the phone to it's cradle on her desk, the pinkette moved back to her bed, sitting upon the edge as she buried her face in her hands. She knew she needed a shower, and desperately; the last time she had washed herself had been after she had returned home from Kakashi's, needing to rinse away the guilt, regret and shame, along with his musky aroma that still clung to her skin.
She couldn't fathom what had caused her to show up at Kakashi's apartment that night, her inhibitions lowered by sake as she implored him to make love to her. Even thinking back to that moment made her cheeks burn, he must have considered her to be out of her mind. And yet, he had eventually relented under her persistence, allowed himself to take her wholly and completely in a haze of lust and desire.
Sakura had merely been a child in an adult's costume when she had arrived on his doorstep. When she crossed over that threshold once more, she'd been made a woman.
Despite the sheer embarrassment and indignity she felt when she recalled moments of that night in her mind, the images flashing before her eyes of heated exchanges and breathy monads, it also ignited a spark of warmth in the pool of her belly that quickly travelled down to her groin, causing it to ache dully with the need to be touched.
Internally fighting the sexual desire that began to flare through her system, Sakura moved off the bed, wandering out of her bedroom towards the bathroom. Living alone certainly had it's perks; as she strode down the hallway, items of clothing were easily discarded and hung over the banister, able to be easily collected when she returned to the bedroom to change after her shower. By the time she reached the bedroom she was free of any material, her underwear hanging over her index finger as she lay it over the railing, reminding herself to add the item to her laundry basket later.
It wasn't long until she was in the shower, the warm water cascading over her body, her hair quickly becoming heavy with the weight of the liquid. Sakura instantly went about washing her hair; it was always her first priority when she bathed. Next came the conditioner and then a thorough scrub of her skin, exfoliating with a shower gel that smelt faintly of peaches.
Once the pinkette had rinsed all the suds from her body she leant against the nearby wall, enjoying the sensation of the water hitting her skin. No matter how wonderful it felt, Sakura knew it couldn't completely wash away all of her sins, every time she even thought about Kakashi, it seemed as if her skin was covered in some kind of invisible grime.
Her memories of her former teacher came with mixed feelings, she often felt remorseful and yet exhilarated at the same time as her mind returned to their shared intimacy. He'd made her experience things she'd never even dreamed of; never had her skin felt so electric as her body grew even warmer with each touch, kiss, moan.
In fact, just thinking about it at that moment made Sakura feel even more turned on. She soon found herself easily ignoring the tense and apprehensive sensation that rumbled from her abdomen as her hand moved up to grasp her left breast, kneading roughly as she recollected the way his fingers had felt on her skin, the warmth of his lips as they had repeatedly met with her own, the excitement that had tingled across her body as she'd been made aware of his arousal.
A low whimper escaped her throat as her free hand slowly trailed down the flatness of her stomach, reaching the thatch of damp curls as her breathing hitched with anticipation-
Loud, booming knocks sounding from her front door downstairs broke Sakura out of her trance immediately, heat quickly pooling in her cheeks as she realized what she had been about to do. Reaching for the taps she turned off the water and hurriedly made her way out of the shower, grabbing a nearby towel that she wrapped around her body, ensuring that she was well-covered before she dashed down the stairs and to the door.
She wasn't sure whether to scold the person on the other side for interrupting her, or thanking them for preventing her from doing something incredibly appalling.
Either way, she quickly grasped the handle and turned it to the side, causing the door to swing upon and reveal the face of the last person she had expected to see standing on her doorstep.
"…Sasuke-kun." she blinked several times, unaware that she had slipped into her old habit of using the honorific to his name.
It took everything within the young Uchiha to not look down at her almost bare form, the bath towel a flimsy excuse of coverage. He hadn't been expecting her to answer the door in such a fashion, it was evident that he'd interrupted her in the middle of a shower, her azalea locks hanging in wet tendrils around her flushed face as she stared at him.
"Sakura." he replied with an even tone, his dark eyes set firmly on her face. "May I come in?"
Although surprised by his forwardness, Sakura found herself moving out of the doorway so he could enter her home. Wordlessly she closed the door behind him, her mind moving miles per minute as it tried to comprehend why he had come to see her. Sasuke had never really been one to make house calls, especially when he hadn't been previously invited.
"I'll just go and put some clothes on, make yourself comfortable." she told him, watching as he took a seat on her couch before she ran up the stairs into her bedroom.
Her heart racing, Sakura darted around the room, making sure to dry her hair with the towel as best she could in such a short amount of time. Usually there would be a hair-dryer involved, but she couldn't keep Sasuke waiting. When she was satisfied and her hair was only slightly damp, she dropped the towel to the floor as she grabbed a pair of simple black underpants and a matching bra, quickly slipping both on before clasping the latter behind her back; an awkward task that had become much easier over time. She wasn't sure of how one was supposed to dress on the occasion of having your ex-fiancé show up out of nowhere at your home, and settled upon a simple black skirt matched with her regular red top that zipped up diagonally across her chest.
In no time at all she returned to her guest downstairs, who regarded her with a strange emotion that Sakura couldn't quite recall. She took a seat next to him on the couch, crossing her legs as she turned her eyes to him, trying to find any signs that would give her an idea of why he had decided to visit her.
Focusing on him also helped keep the immense amount of guilt she was feeling at bay, the last thing she needed was to break down in front of him and admit what she had done. Even though they were no longer engaged, it had still been a terrible act on her part. She didn't want to cause any further issues between Sasuke and Kakashi as well, things had already been strained there since the Uchiha had come back to the village.
"I'm surprised that you're here." Sakura spoke up, hoping her admittance would break the tension between them.
Sasuke blinked at her words as if he had been released from a momentary trance, lifting up his arm to reveal a small bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."
He handed them to the pinkette, who couldn't help but stare at the crimson roses that she now held in her lap. Was he aware that they represented love above all things? Or had it simply been a quick purchase with no thought at all?
Little did she know that Sasuke had actually gone to the Yamanaka flower store, in hopes that Ino would be working at the counter. He'd been in luck; the young blonde woman had practically squealed with delight as he'd entered the shop, an inhumane sound that had nearly burst his eardrums. It seemed she was more than happy to help him with his predicament, and to get involved with her best friend's love life.
"They're lovely, Sasuke-kun, but that still doesn't explain why you're here." Sakura placed the flowers beside her, still unable to understand why he was there.
Sasuke let out a sigh before speaking.
"I wanted to…apologise for the other night. You had every right to be angry with me, I should have been more clear about the situation with you. "
Sakura felt her jaw drop.
As soon as the words left his lips, Sasuke regretted them. They weren't coming from him directly; he'd believed that she had been in the wrong, over-reacting about the smallest thing. Apologising was something he abhorred doing, and therefore did not make a habit of it. However, Ino had sworn repeatedly that it was the best way to appeal to the pinkette, and eventually help her see reason. Also, it would apparently win him 'brownie points', whatever those were.
"However, I think you should reconsider calling off the wedding." he added after a while, carefully watching for her reaction.
To say that Sakura was surprised was an understatement. After recovering from the initial shock of him apologising to her, she carefully regarded his next words. It basically sounded like he wanted her to come back to him, and for the wedding to continue on ahead.
Quickly standing up, Sakura moved away from the couch, the bouquet of roses clenched in her hand as she carried it to the nearby kitchen. Looking over the counter at the silent Sasuke, she observed him for a few minutes before closing her eyes.
"Let me guess, the only reason you want me to still marry you is because of how much you've already spent on the ceremony, right? When you eventually find another bride you'll have to waste even more money; this is just easier for you financially." she suggested, her tone bitter.
Sasuke felt his eyebrows furrow together with annoyance. Her response had not been what he had been expecting, it seemed that Ino did not know her best friend as well as she had previously thought. Getting to his feet, he moved towards the kitchen, trying to ignore the way Sakura was purposefully avoiding his gaze as she reached for a nearby pair of scissors and set about diagonally snipping the ends of the rose stalks.
"Money has nothing to do with it." he tried again, hoping this time he would somehow be able to convince her. "Before that night, I had never really faced the prospect of not marrying you. I found myself…displeased with this concept. I only wish for you to become my wife Sakura, and not for the simple fact that you annoy me less than other women in this village."
The more he spoke, the less his words made sense to the pinkette. She knew Sasuke, and therefore was aware that he would never say such things to her. There was nothing that could change his mind so dramatically in such a short amount of time.
Sakura snipped the last stem of the bouquet and took in a deep breath.
"I don't believe you."
Letting out a low growl of sheer frustration, Sasuke refused to admit defeat. He would make Sakura his, at any cost; he would do anything to convince her of this.
With that thought, he moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he spun her around to face him, ignoring the venomous glare from her viridian orbs as he bent his head down slightly to meet her lips with his.
Taken aback by the sudden gesture, Sakura at first stiffened under his touch, unsure of what Sasuke's intentions actually were. However, despite her reaction, he repeated the action, this time earning himself a response as her mouth softly pressed back against his, deepening the sudden kiss. Her eyes slid shut as her head moved slightly to the right, her hands moving to the sides of his chest, fingers clasping the material of his shirt.
It was unlike the other kisses she'd ever experienced, this one slow and steady instead of heated and rough. Sasuke parted his lips slightly as they descended upon hers once more and she soon found herself mimicking him before his tongue slowly slid out from behind his teeth, entering her mouth where she greeted it sensually with her own fleshy muscle. He tasted different to Kakashi, more subtle in flavour and yet there was a subtle hint of sweetness; she found herself being reminded of the tang of tomatoes.
Eventually Sasuke pulled away, his breathing slightly heavier than before as he looked down at Sakura, who was panting softly as she tried to make sense of what just happened. He couldn't help but admit that he had actually enjoyed the kiss, but of course would never openly admit that to her. Instead he dropped his hands from her shoulders and stepped back to give her some room, straightening his shirt as he awaited her to speak.
When she said nothing and only leaned backwards against the counter, her cheeks dusted with a deep pink blush, Sasuke took charge of the situation once more.
"Once again, I ask you to reconsider your decision." he reached into his pocket before presenting her with a familiar item of jewellery.
The ring sat neatly on the palm of his hand, the faucets of the diamond shining dully in the sunlight that filtered through the nearby windows. It really was a magnificent and beautiful piece of jewellery, and Sakura almost swore she could feel her ring finger on her left hand ache dully with the need to wear it.
Looking up at Sasuke, obsidian meeting viridian, her mind was a blur. Even after everything that had happened, she still loved him just as much as she had when she was a young girl. Despite her feelings for Kakashi - whatever they were, since she hadn't allowed herself to label them just yet - she knew they would never be able to actually be together. The notion was laughable; after all, he was many years her senior, not to mention her former sensei.
Marrying Sasuke would give her security and a chance of a future with a family. She would be financially beneficial, and be able to support her parents as they became older. The respect she received from the villagers would increase, and she would be responsible for reviving one of the most notable clans in the entire world.
Sure, she was aware that Sasuke did not return her feelings. At least, not at the moment. There was every chance that over time, he would come to feel for her what she felt for him.
It was this hope that caused her to reach out and take the ring from Sasuke's hand, slipping it onto her finger once more in a silent acceptance.
As he watched Sakura admire the diamond that glinted from her hand, Sasuke couldn't help the smirk that curled upon his lips, a gesture that was filled with smug confidence. He wasn't as foolish as his fiancée seemed to think him to be; he was very well aware that something had been going on between her and the deluded old man that had once been their sensei.
And Uchiha Sasuke wasn't one to give up his property without a fight.
The knock at his door roused the silver-haired man from his slumber, causing him to unceremoniously roll off the bed onto the floor, where he groggily made his way to his feet and staggered towards the door, opening it without a second thought.
The sight of a familiar pinkette standing before him instantly drained any remaining drowsiness from his system.
"Sakura?" he exclaimed with surprise, his Sharingan revealing itself as his mismatched eyes widened.
"Do you mind if I come in?" she asked, the nervousness and apprehension clear in her tone.
Soundlessly he nodded and gestured for her to enter his apartment, closing the door behind her as she walked through and immediately headed over to the couch, taking a seat upon it as her viridian orbs darted across the room, focusing on everything and anything but his approaching form.
Closing his crimson eye, Kakashi quickly pinched his upper arm to ensure that he was not in fact dreaming. He'd been going over old mission reports and had somehow ended up falling asleep, most likely due to his recent insomnia. When he tried to go to bed of a night he often found himself incredibly restless, plagued with the images and memories of the night he had shared with Sakura.
Despite knowing that it had been wrong, it had still felt so right. He'd often found himself contemplating the idea of sharing that intimacy with Sakura again, despite her lack of experience, he couldn't think of any of his past lovers that had managed to have such an effect on him. Those women had been through it all, with Sakura she was experiencing it all for the first time, and that alone excited him in a way he'd never felt before.
It had been a disastrous mistake, and yet he still couldn't help but recall how amazing she had tasted, the breathy moans of pleasure that had escaped her lips, how tight she had been around him…
Feeling the familiar sensation of warmth emitting from his crotch, he forced himself to stop pondering those past events and focus on why she had suddenly appeared on his doorstep once more. She looked almost hesitant to be there, and he was fairly sure she felt as awkward as he did. It had been almost a week since that night, and this was the first time he'd seen her.
Did she regret it like he did? Had the shame washed over her body as it had over his?
He sat on the edge of the bed, facing Sakura who's gaze was now firmly planted on the floor.
"Is everything alright, Sakura?" Kakashi inquired, wincing at his lame attempt to break the ice.
"I…I don't know." the pinkette admitted, biting her lip as she ran a hand through her petal-pink tresses.
Kakashi immediately picked up on both habits being obvious signs of her nervousness, but that wasn't what caught his full attention. No, his sole eye was trained only on the glinting ring that adorned Sakura's left hand, a familiar item of jewellery that made his heart drop and his blood boil at the same time.
"You're engaged to Sasuke again."
Sakura's eyes snapped up to meet Kakashi's masked face, shuddering slightly at the harsh tone of his voice. His words had been a statement, not a question, and as she noticed that her left hand was threaded through her hair, she immediately withdrew it from sight, realising he had seen the ring. Inwardly she scolded herself, it had been her intention to inform him gently that the engagement was back on.
Telling Kakashi had been the first thing on her to-do list. It was important that she inform him that whatever had happened between them was in no way ever going to happen again, that she was determined to be faithful to Sasuke. If the Uchiha was ever to find out…she couldn't bear to think about the consequences that would ensue.
"He showed up at my place this morning, and apologised." Sakura eventually spoke up, wringing her hands together on her lap. "He was so sincere, I know he meant every word; and it's in my best interests to marry him. He can give me security and a great future, that's what every girl wishes for."
Kakashi narrowed his eye.
"What about the love? Don't try and fool yourself Sakura, we both know that he doesn't feel that way about you."
The pinkette tried to fight off the hurt that coursed through her veins. "Well, not right now, but maybe in time-"
Standing up, Kakashi threw his hands up in the air as he walked towards his small kitchenette, before spinning on his heel and moving towards Sakura.
"After everything that he has put you through, you honestly believe that will happen?"
It was hard for Sakura not to hear the pain in Kakashi's tone. It was strange to hear him express such emotion, throughout her entire time knowing him, he'd always seem so calm and dejected, his aloof charm blinding from the fact that he rarely expressed his true feelings. She'd only witnessed his rage and fury in fights when something went wrong or took a bad turn, but to know that he was upset was a whole new experience.
"Kakashi…our night together was a mistake. I was upset about Sasuke and stupidly had too much sake, the next thing I knew I was here and acting…well, not like myself. I was just so desperate for some kind of affection, something to confirm that I was worthy of it, and you were the best choice."
The silver-haired man couldn't recall the last time he'd felt so wounded. Sure, he'd known it had been a complete mistake and should never have escalated so much in the first place, but now he practically felt used. He scolded himself for not having a higher resolve, he should have turned her down and sent her on her way, instead of allowing himself to cave to her demands.
"What about the study? There was nothing to compel you to kiss me again after our suspect had left, and yet you did. Can you explain your actions then?" he asked her, pacing across the room.
"You seemed more than willing to comply." she retorted, hating herself for doing so.
Kakashi clenched his teeth together. "Sakura, you can't just toy around with me and use me as a weapon to get back at someone when it suits your fancy. I'm not an object."
She found herself frowning. "That wasn't what it was all about. I needed you, in more ways than one, and I apologise if you thought it would lead to more, but I'm dedicating myself to Sasuke-kun now, and him alone. I think it's best if we forget it ever happened."
Unable to believe what he was hearing, Kakashi stopped pacing and looked down at his former student. Her hands were clasped tightly together, and he could tell that she was shaking ever so slightly. Sakura may have lulled herself into a false sense of security that her words were correct and that she believed him, but he knew deep down that she didn't. Every words that left her lips was as much an attempt to convince herself of her reasons as it was to persuade him.
The woman before him was still the same one who had thanked him at the end of their intimate night, obviously still trying to deal with what happened. The sudden expression of gratitude had surprised him, reminding him of how inexperienced she really was when it came to relationships, she really had no idea how things worked, and now she was caught in this predicament.
Kakashi found himself sitting down beside Sakura on the couch, aware of the way she flinched when he moved closer to her, his breath fanning over her skin.
"Do you think you can actually forget, Sakura? If I recall correctly, you wanted me just as much as I desired you." he said softly, causing her breathing to hitch.
Even though Kakashi wasn't actually touching her, Sakura could feel her body already responding to him, her skin prickling as it flushed, her breathing becoming increasingly difficult to regulate. His scent permeated the air around her, causing her to salivate as she remembered the taste of him upon her tongue. Her fingers clenched the hem of her skirt as she tried to force herself to ignore his presence, knowing it wouldn't be much longer until she completely succumbed to him.
"It doesn't matter how I felt then, what I'm saying is that it can never happen again." she tried to explain, her heart pounding louder and harder in her chest.
Kakashi knew he should have felt guilty and ashamed for seducing his student again, but his primal instincts were taking over his logical thinking. At the end of the day, he wanted Sakura, and refused to let someone else take her from him, He'd already made his physical claim, even if his rival was not aware of this. His need was the most important thing to him at that moment, as he reached up to his face and slowly pulled down his mask, revealing his bare features to the pinkette.
"Is that what you really want?" he murmured in her ear, brushing his naked lips across the sensitive skin of her jaw line and neck.
Sakura's resolve crumbled, and before she realised what she was doing, she had manoeuvred herself onto Kakashi's lap, straddling his hips as her hands wove themselves into his silver mane and her lips descended upon his.
It took him no time to respond eagerly, his hands suddenly all over her, roaming across her waist, her back, and her bottom, cupping the cheeks there with a gentle squeeze that earned him a breathy moan from the younger woman. He pulled her tightly against him, invading her mouth with his tongue as he relished in her taste, her own muscle grinding against his, savouring as their breathing turned into heated pants.
Eventually they broke apart for a moment of air before their mouths collided once more with fervour and anticipation, Kakashi's hands moving from Sakura's backside to the collar of her top, knowing that the zipper lay hidden beneath the material. The pinkette made no attempt to stop him as he pulled the zipper down, the material dividing to reveal her toned stomach and ample bosom that lay hidden beneath the black material of her bra.
Kakashi's lips left hers and trailed down her chin, his tongue tasting the salty sweatiness of her skin as he moved along her jaw, dipping down the side of her neck to her clavicle as a hand moved to knead one of her clothed breasts, his thumb rubbing against her nipple as it hardened beneath the thin material. Sakura tilted her head back and bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt to keep herself from crying out, but as he pulled down her bra, her breasts becoming exposed, she couldn't help the low whimper that escaped her lips.
Spurned on by her noises, Kakashi's mouth moved to suckle upon one of her pink and pert nipples, his tongue rolling across the hardened nub before gently grazing it with his teeth, causing Sakura's hold on his hair to tighten as her hips rolled against his, his arousal brushing against her inner thigh. He repeated the action, each time with more eagerness, kneading her other fleshy mound with scorching fingers as her chest heaved underneath his touch with heavy gasps.
The feeling of his hardness pressed up against her pelvis turned Sakura on even more as she shifted her hips again, not missing the groan that escaped Kakashi's throat as he became momentarily distracted. Moving her hands to his cheeks, she pulled his face away from her chest, taking the opportunity to descend upon his lips once more, pressing kiss upon kiss against his hungry mouth, nipping with her teeth and licking with her tongue.
Kakashi couldn't help but feel surprised at the pinkette's boldness, knowing she had been more hesitant the first time they had been intimate. It was interesting to watch; even more so to experience, but he wanted to try something new with her, to see that beautiful rose flush of her creamy alabaster skin when he did something unexpected.
Effortlessly he picked her up off his lap and sat her down next to him on the couch, a move that certainly broke Sakura from her desiring haze. She blinked at him, eyebrows knitted together with confusion, as if she wasn't sure whether to ask him what was happening or if she should take the chance to leave before she became tempted again.
Before she had the chance to make up her mind, Kakashi had made his way to the floor, settling between her legs as he rose up onto his knees. The blush had started across her cheeks, matching the unique shade of her hair as she regarded him with a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
"Kakashi, what are you doing?"
He merely gave a devious grin in response before lifting up the hem of her skirt, hitching it up past her waist so that her underpants were exposed. He didn't stop there however, he instantly hooked his fingers into the sides of her lingerie, pulling them down as Sakura lifted her bottom up off the couch to aid him, then lifting up her legs so he could easily slip them off and discard them. Once her feet reached the ground once more he ran his hands up her inner thighs, Sakura halting her breathing for a moment as his gaze swept across her, and it suddenly dawned on her what Kakashi had planned to do.
"No, you can't do that!" she objected, suddenly feeling horrified.
Instantly Sakura attempted to close her legs to seal him off, but to no avail. She let out an indignant squeal of protest that was cut off when his tongue flicked out against her swollen nub, causing her to squirm slightly as she moaned deeply, her toes curling beside his knees.
"Please…again." she breathed, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back.
Kakashi smirked once more before tilting his face forward, this time using the tip of his tongue to taste her in one languid lick, causing her thighs to twitch as her body tensed. He repeated the action several times before moving his tongue upwards to the sensitive bud at the apex of her slick folds, circling it lazily. As her whimpering turned into deep moans and ragged breaths, Sakura's skin began to shiver with each and every touch and she gripped the seat of the couch so tightly that her knuckles began to turn white.
Slowly, he began to pick up rhythm, the effect on his lover practically instantaneous as she began to writhe with desperation, her chest heaving with tortured moans that ripped from her throat. Sakura was close to her orgasm, but Kakashi wasn't going to allow her to climax without him. He quickly moved back onto the couch beside her, causing the pinkette to shoot him a look that screamed of injustice. Wordlessly, he slipped both his pants and underpants down to his knees, exposing his hardened length that was aching painfully with the need to be inside her. He turned back to Sakura, who's eyes were settled upon his arousal in an intrigued gaze, and she seemingly understood what he needed.
She clambered onto his lap, holding herself up so that his tip only just touched the slickness of her entrance before she eventually lowered herself onto him, scrunching up her nose slightly as she tried to adjust to his girth once more, taking him in slowly. Kakashi couldn't help the rumbling groan that tore from his throat, he'd forgotten just how amazing Sakura felt, and once he was completely inside her, his hands moved to her waist as she curled her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him.
After taking a moment to allow them both to adjust, Sakura slowly began to rock her hips against him, shifting up and down slightly with each movement. Kakashi let out several shuddering moans that mingled with her breathy ones, his eye meeting hers in a locked stare as she continued to move against him. He couldn't help but be enthralled with the fact that she was in currently in control, the smirk on her lips and glint in her viridian orbs exciting him even more as she continued to ride him.
Sakura's skin was on fire, a thin sheen of sweat layering across it. Her fingertips prickled with electricity where they clung to Kakashi, and when he began to roll his hips against hers, deepening his thrusts, any coherent thought left her mind. Her back arched as she tilted her head back, unintelligible noises escaping past her lips as she gripped the silver-haired man for dear life. Together they moved, increasing their tempo, she could feel her muscles clenching around him as the aching pleasure built up inside her, her abdomen tightening as her toes curled once more.
With a loud cry she finally climaxed, wave upon wave of ecstasy washing across her body before Kakashi soon let out a blissful groan of his own, his body spasming beneath her as he reached his peak, his fingers digging into her flesh almost painfully as he clung on to her for dear life.
Panting heavily, Sakura slumped forward, her forehead hitting Kakashi's shoulder as she tried to regain her composure and regulate her breathing. What they had just done felt amazing, and she was more than happy to bask in the afterglow for as long as she was able. She could vaguely feel Kakashi's hands on her clothed back, his fingertips stroking up and down as his own ragged pants began to subside, the air around them cooling down.
"I think you're going to have a problem." he muttered into her ear, causing her to shiver slightly.
Sakura's eyes widened as the realisation hit her; despite the fact that she loved Sasuke and was engaged to him, here she was, having intimate relations with another man, not to mention that he was her former sensei.
She leaned back and looked at him properly, a plethora of emotions flickering across her face as she tried to make some kind of sense of this. If she truly wanted to remain faithful to Sasuke, she wouldn't have fallen for Kakashi's charms so easily. It was obvious there was something there between the older man and herself, but she couldn't quite understand just what that was.
Kakashi was right. She had a serious dilemma on her hands.
Here's three things you should know;
1. Eventually we will get to understand more of what is going through Sasuke's mind during all of this. I know most might find his behaviour strange and OOC, but I tried to explain that it's not really him being sincere - he's just saying what he thinks Sakura wants to hear. Ino may have given him a few cue cards as well.
2. More raunchy action! Tried to make this scene a little different from the other one. Not as in depth or as long; I figured the whole 'first time with someone new/losing your virginity' was a lot more important and therefore needed that detail.
3. Took me a few days to write this; once again, the sex scene was the more difficult.
Please let me know what you think, feedback in incredibly helpful and very much appreciated! :)