Anyways, I think I should warn you that this is another long one. So stock up on supplies whilst you still can!
I hope some questions will be answered here. If not, then please proceed to complain lol
You know, I quite fancy Sasuke's new nickname as "tit-head"…
… I feels like some sexiness… Yeah there's a lemon lol
The Cat- Chapter Seven
"I don't notice her much,"
"Really?" He wasn't sure if he believed her. Her eyes were wild and gaze entirely predatory as they watched the spider spin its lacy web in the corner of the ceiling. The Moon's light threw the web's eerie shadow along the dull wall behind it, enlarged so it appeared like a mush of thick vines. The spider spun her web, dangling from the ceiling like a trapeze artist. Sakura's nails dug into the bed sheet, piercing the fabric like a kitchen knife through paper. She was apparently unaware of this.
He certainly didn't want to be that spider.
"Yes… before I transformed into the larger cat I sometimes forgot about her, although that was becoming less frequent as the days charged on. It's surprising how quick this all is; my head's still spinning!" She chuckled slightly, and in that pearly grin he caught a glimpse of the needle-sharp tips of her feline fangs touch her bottom lip, a look that reminded him of an old vampire movie. "But now it just feels so normal, she's a part of me, do you understand that?"
"No, not particularly," How could he? Not even Naruto understood what she was on about. Not that this was exactly the same situation, of course.
"Hmm," She hummed and closed her eyes. "It's like… nothing I've ever felt before. It's like Kimi's so embedded within me now, it's like we're One. That's why it feels so natural when I combine my senses with hers. Like changing my eyes, it's fascinating how different the dark looks through these eyes. I can see everything on the mantel, not quite as bright and clear as in the light, but it's still significantly better. They hurt in the light though, that's why I don't walk around with them during the day. But hearing! Sasuke, you wouldn't believe it! I can hear so many more noises, noises you'd never think existed!"
Sasuke lay listening to her, his eyes heavy, yet reluctant to miss anything this zealous Sakura might blurt out. She was always so fun to listen to when she was hyped-up.
"And touch… hmmm, yes touch feels a hundred times better. Cats have very sensitive touch receptors. As well as smell, oh… yes, smell. Hmm. In the morning, grilled fish is the best scent. So many beautiful, beautiful smells," Sakura paused and snuggled deep into Sasuke's arms and chest. She hugged him tight and inhaled his scent, moaning as she did so. "You smell like so many things… I cans still smell the sea, the salt in your hair… the dryness of the sand…"
"Hmm, but I showered?" "Yes, I know, but I can still smell it on you, and oh! It smells so good! You smell so wonderful…" Her hands rubbed and nails scratched along his shoulders, massaging him into a peaceful, sleepy trance. He'd almost crossed sleep's precarious threshold, when Sakura suddenly ceased her attentions, and went back to babbling. "I'm glad this happened, Sasuke," She announced shamelessly, and kissed his chin. Her hands now kneaded the sensitive skin along the nape of his neck. Sasuke sighed with pleasured agreement.
"Oi, tit-head, stop snoozing!" Naruto's voice shattered through Sasuke's weak, sleeping membrane, and was shortly accompanied quite cleverly with the slap of a rolled-up newspaper.
Sasuke rolled his body defensively to the side of his deckchair, hands showing a failed attempt at shielding the blows. "Ahhh, fuck you… Go away, Naruto," His eyes stung in the light, so he kept them shut.
"Pffft," Naruto gave him one final smack, which was again feebly blocked, then tumbled with all the gracelessness he could muster into the deckchair next to his childhood friend. The pathetic attempt at fighting back was common whenever Sasuke was too relaxed to bother to lift a finger… Or it was because he was too tired and wasn't concerned enough to shift his arse in gear and spar with Naruto. The blond strongly suspected the latter. "Lazy and over-sexed; that's what you are,"
Sasuke remained stoic with his back turned to him. He was too tired and warmed by the Sun to care. The stupid blond will jabber on, anyway, so it never really mattered whether he replied or not. The dream he'd been dreaming had been more of a reverie, a memory of the aftermath of one of his copious sexual encounters with Sakura in the past two weeks.
The flickering of newspapers prickled his ears. The mental image of Naruto flipping through and quite miraculously reading the thing was more than amusing. Reading had never been a particularly popular pass-time with him.
Perhaps it's because he's bored.
They were all bored, well; Sasuke and Sakura weren't too bored. Although, unbeknownst to him, Sakura wasn't bored for a different reason. For two weeks, he, Naruto, Sakura, Neji, Kakashi, and a group of other ANBU had been ordered to holiday at the Coast. This was odd in the Ninja-world, but Sasuke was no fool as to why they were here. Word from Kakashi had spread to Konoha as if travelling on a lightening bolt. Tsunade had learned in an instant about Sakura's shocking transformation, and so she wanted her favourite pupil surveyed and watched before returning to the village.
It seemed easy, but the venture was harder than any had thought. Sometimes you didn't see Sakura for hours. She'd disappear, all in the excuse that she needed to exercise and practise in her cat form- the gift of this new presence none, apart from her, honestly trusted.
Sasuke was still perplexed. Neji seemed curious, but wary. Kakashi was very curious, often watching her at length with the weirdest expression as she padded and skipped in that feline body. Naruto though, as much as this should be understandable, seemed to despise the predicament venomously.
"She doesn't feel like Sakura anymore," He'd said, bitterly. "I don't trust it- that- that thing inside her. Yeah, sure she's really powerful, yeah, well whoop-di-fuckin-do-da. Bloody look at her!" He'd point accusingly at the little white/gingerish-tabby body stepping around the rooftops. "She's not fucking human! She's all catty." He'd sneered then. "And you can never trust cats. They're tricky and fickle, and clever… Not loyal like dogs.Don't like this at all,"
He was ill at ease to say the least. Sasuke suspected this might also be due to the fact he and Sakura were sleeping together. It was something that had for a while been on the horizon, but was always narrowly missed. Sakura was like a sister to him, and Sasuke a brother. It was weird. But Sasuke also reckoned it was because Naruto felt left out.
Well, that was a thought too funny to even think about.
And he'll remain left out. It was only because there weren't any girls he was particularly fond of around here, anyway. Stupid blond.
"You seen Sakura-Chan today?" He asked, incredulously. For a while now, the "Neko-Chan" thing had slowly dissolved. After a couple of days as a novelty, it didn't feel like a joke anymore. "Or does the pussy-cat only permit you two to talk under the cover of darkness?"
Sasuke huffed and rolled further onto his stomach. The sunshine felt hot and delicious as it tingled along his spine.
"She's somewhere," He said, voice muffled. "And we're having lunch together later," "Later" was about One PM. "And no, you're not joining us,"
"Meh, that's fine. I'd probably lose my appetite after a while, anyway," He flicked to another page, head balanced on a clenched fist. "The sound of you banging each other is bad enough, fuck knows how disgusting watching it is,"
"True. Or maybe you think your complexion's green enough as it is?"
Naruto turned another page. "I ain't jealous, tit-head,"
"I know, idiot,"
"I'm just worried,"
"I know,"
"And you should be too,"
Sasuke sat up on his knees and twisted his body halfway round, then sat back down on the striped deckchair. The deckchair was a timeless classic, the ones you used to see on old postcards advertising the now neglected seaside towns. The sea breeze taunted his hair, and wafted its tangy, salty scent all along the coastline, catching the cool sea-spray on the up draft. The atmosphere was not so much sweltering hot. It was atrociously humid, but the ocean-breeze was enough to keep comfortable. Sasuke glanced up at a sky clear as glass. Not a single, wispy cloud to be seen on the horizon; just another perfect summer day in this paradise.
Naruto's newspaper rustled in the wind.
"Why are you reading that?" Sasuke asked, when turning to see Naruto was actually scanning the pages with an intellectually, quizzical gaze. It was strange to see that look on him. His eyes, so large and luminous, put shame to the bright sky above.
Naruto whipped those big eyes to meet Sasuke's. "Because it's a newspaper," He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but when he realised the Uchiha was seriously baffled, his expression drooped into bewilderment. "Why?"
"I've never really seen you read anything before," Sasuke shrugged, and gazed at the surrounding islands, captivated by the sprinklings of lush green forests along their steep mountainsides. Once they'd been so bored, he and Naruto decided to walk to one of the nearest islands.
"Well, I do, sometimes," Naruto said indignantly, and then slumped; lazy and boneless into the deckchair he lay in. The fabric creaked under his weight and the newspaper crumpled on his lap. "When I'm really bored,"
Sasuke smirked; it seemed only logical that Naruto's moodiness could come from boredom. He truly was hopeless. Sasuke turned his eyes to him and noticed how tanned the blond had become, how heavy and matted his hair was from the long swimming sessions. He looked like the perfect model for a surfing advertisement, especially with that formidable pearly grin. Sasuke wasn't particularly fond of the Sun. His mother had always taken special precautions to keep her skin a delicate shade of porcelain, and was very proud of her sons' pale skin, so had kept them well protected. That was harder to do now that Sasuke was outside most of the time, but he chose not to sunbathe so weak tans would eventually fade away.
And besides, he really didn't fancy sunburn- Sakura said it was difficult to treat.
"So, honestly now," Naruto turned to Sasuke, breaking the brunette's reverie, and squinted with curiosity. "What's it like shagging Sakura?"
Sasuke shot Naruto a snarling look. The stupid idiot had been testing these extremely private waters for days now, and all the while Sasuke knew it was just to piss him off.
His eyes were moments away from bleeding to deadly sharingan. Had there been any sharp, pointy objects at hand, they'd be flying into the buffoon's face.
Naruto rolled his shoulders and grinned manically. "I was just making conversation,"
Sasuke glared, and then morphed his stare to sharingan.
"Whaaaaaaat?" Naruto couldn't contain his delight. His ploy in rousing Sasuke to actually sparring with him was in full swing, and by the bloodlust radiating like gamma rays from Sasuke's sharingan, Naruto felt it was to be a rather eventful fight.
Bye, bye, boredom!
But alas, it was not meant to be, as something he did not suspect so soon sauntered down from the roof, accompanied by a flurry of lustrous white feathers.
Both men turned their attention to the balcony railings as a feline-formed Sakura appeared from above and perched on the banister, her tail erect and twitching, with, shockingly, a huge, crooked-looking white bird hanging from her jaws. Somehow, she managed to balance quite easily and without what looked like much discomfort. She then tossed her head slightly and released the bird. It tumbled to the wooden floor, dead and stiff.
Naruto and Sasuke sat blinking down at the bird, whilst Sakura sat on her haunches, looking most pleased with herself. She bared her delicate white chest, and her tail curled leisurely around the wooden railings. The little cat's gaze was as bright and curious as always as she watched the two men scrutinise her prey.
Oh yes, she was very pleased with herself indeed.
Naruto whipped his head up. "Sakura-Chan, I'm confused. Are we supposed to be impressed by this?"
The tip of Sakura's tail twitched suddenly.
"Whaaat? Don't look at me like that! I dunno, do I? Was it an S-Rank gull, wanted for pilfering nests, or summin?" Naruto pined, then tipped his head, considering.
Sakura leapt from the railing in one angry bound, her eyes glittering menacingly in the sunlight. She landed soundlessly, then padded a couple of steps towards Naruto, before stretching and transforming back into her human self.
No matter how many times they saw her do it, the transformation process was always a mesmerising spectacle to watch, and both men gawped for a second or two before one of them came to his senses and shied away from the approaching woman, lifting up his newspaper slightly for in a pitiful attempt of extra protection.
"That!" Sakura growled, and pointed to the ragged seagull corpse. "That dead thing right there is the seagull that squawks on top of the building at four in the morning everyday- the same one you complain about every morning,"
Naruto blinked, and grinned awkwardly. "Ah- AH! Oh yeah, eer… E-heh. Th-thank you?"
Sakura's left eye twitched as her tail had done; she was about to lose her rag, when Sasuke's diffusing hands reached out and tugged at her waist gently from behind. All the annoyance from Naruto's unappreciative reaction seemed to crumble away as Sasuke pulled her closer until she was sat, obedient and pixie-like, over his lap. Whilst she'd chastised Naruto, Sasuke had swung his legs over the deckchair's side, ready to settle her on his thighs. She balanced with her side against his chest and arms flung around his wide shoulders as her cheek rested contentedly against his temple.
"It was hard," She moaned into Sasuke's hair. "Seagull's aren't clever, but they're very vigilant, and can be really nasty. It took me ages to sneak up on him,"
Naruto and Sasuke looked down at the gull. Compared to her when she was in her smallest form, it was huge. The red tip of its beak looked as if it'd been dipped in blood.
"I don't like hunting seagulls," She sighed, and then smiled. "Mice are much better. And smaller birds, too, they're all a lot less stress, and you can play with them,"
Sasuke stroked her thigh slightly, then settled one hand on Sakura's short-clad hip. His other hand wrapped around her back and held her waist.
"Are you hungry yet?" Sasuke asked. It was about noon, and the Sun was scorching beyond their quaint little veranda.
Sakura nodded a little. "Can we nap afterwards? It'll be too hot by then to do anything else,"
"All right," He agreed, then looked toward Naruto.
He'd tented himself with the newspaper.
In roughly an hour the heat did indeed become unbearable, so Sasuke and Sakura left the veranda, glad to be inside the cool enclosure of the house.
The sparkling ocean was visible from the kitchen, and Sakura was sure she'd never seen a more beautiful place in her life. People strolled along the sand in the distance, and kicked about as the waves grasped with their deliciously tepid fingers at the Holidaymakers' feet. She rummaged through the fridge and stumbled upon what was left over from breakfast; some grilled fish, rice, and quite a bit of soup. It was too hot and humid for their stomachs to handle much at the moment, so only a small amount would do.
Sasuke's breath suddenly tickled her neck and his hands encased her little waist.
"What we having?" He asked.
"What we had for breakfast," Sakura swivelled in his arms. "That okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine," His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her black shorts and toyed with the little patches of newly revealed skin. "What's for desert, though?"
Sakura grinned and stepped away from his touch. "I leave that executive decision to you,"
Well. Sasuke was fine with that.
Time raced on. The heat wasn't as overwhelming, the sky not quite so bright. The afternoon was bleeding steadily into a crimson dusk; the red Sun's reflection flickering as the waves continued their tidal dance.
Not that they noticed though.
Kimi had to laugh- really, this was all going so splendidly well. Her two favourite subjects lay entwined, flesh searing flesh, lips lusciously bruising. They were well rested after their little siesta, and had wasted no time in seeking the other's body.
Had she wanted to, Kimi could have felt everything Sakura was feeling. Mind and body were very much the same in that fact. But of course, it would be out of the question to do such a thing. Kimi had no interest in physical pleasure. She was an animal, really, and so had little time for Sakura and Sasuke's type of fornication. She would enjoy watching and listening to them. This act was not out of primal instinct, but of affection, and to a cat this idea would always be fascinating.
Although, there was another reason as to why she did not want to feel what her dear Sakura was feeling.
Kimi smirked at the very thought, knowing finally that this was the time she could finally sink her claws into Sakura. This was where things became interesting.
All the transformations were culminating into one; the longer Kimi stayed with Sakura, the quicker the girl's equilibrium began to depend on having Kimi a part of her. It was no longer a question of mental pain. This was the serious bit.
The cat wasn't going to play games anymore.
Ah! Sakura looked so blissful. It was almost a shame Kimi'd have to shatter that for a short while. Almost.
The cat purred, knowing it was time to move in for the kill.
Ah, my beautiful Sakura-Chan, I am so proud of you! Kimi purred in delight. She nibbled at Inner-Sakura's fingers simply to bring the silly girl to her attention.
It was very necessary to distract Sakura when she was most vulnerable, and now Kimi had discovered the perfect time and place. Although, to grasp Sakura's attention when Sasuke was kissing and touching her passionately, is easier said than done.
Well, from the look on your face, I can tell he is very good…
Sakura turned her head inwardly towards Kimi and gazed at the cat with eyes glazed in pleasure. The girl was listening, but not enough to really process things. The Uchiha seemed deliciously distracting.
You have finally achieved what you always wanted! You finally have Uchiha Sasuke… Oh yes! I am very proud of you…
"Sasuke…" Sakura whispered, voice high and lust-filled. She was wanton with desire, and was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on Kimi's words.
Kimi was well aware of this. But the feline's relentlessness would never fail her. She pressed her claws into Sakura in an attempt to over-power Sakura's pleasured senses. She would have to be careful though. She still wanted the girl soft.
Sakura turned to Kimi again, still listening, but still moaning and raking her nails along Sasuke's taught back.
What…? Sakura stifled a moan. Sasuke was kissing her neck now.
You have him Sakura… Kimi smirked a devilish little smirk. Sasuke is yours now, do you understand?
Sakura's body convulsed with desire, but somehow she managed a small nod.
Good, The cat thought. This is easier than I could have ever imagined…
The cat purred and brushed against Sakura, but the girl failed to feel the silky fur; only the overwhelmingly consuming heat from the tiny body. It raised gooseflesh along her skin, but it was not from pleasure.
Sakura… He is yours, because I have given him to you…
Wha… What? The words registered, and suddenly Sakura became far more aware of the cat's presence, rather than Sasuke's treatment. She watched the cat, confusion swimming in her expressive eyes. What do you mean?
The cat sighed, as if disappointed. You have clearly missed the bigger picture. Such a shame. I thought you were smarter than this, Sakura. So… now I will have to explain. The cat, now satisfied she had most of the girl's attention, sat up and scrutinised the young woman with eyes colder than Sakura had ever seen before. They didn't look like her stolen eyes anymore. You see, my lovely, Uchiha Sasuke is, ultimately, my gift to you, for allowing me to use your body.
Sakura watched the cat as hard as she could, but failed to gauge her expression.
Without me you would never of had him. He is only interested in you now because of what I have done for you; for the power I have given you.
The words stung Sakura, they stung her sickeningly, but she understood and it shamed her. She accepted the cat's words, convincing herself that they were the truth.
Without me Sakura, you would be so lost, just as you were before. Now, because of me, you will return to Konohagakure a different person- a more interesting person. You are powerful now, and the Village will use and appreciate you. With me you are more powerful and desirable than you ever would have been on your own…
The cat gazed at Sakura with all the seriousness her nefarious little mind could muster, but inwardly grinned triumphantly at the girl's total lack of retort. Now Sakura gazed desperately at Kimi, and a new emotion filled her eyes with salty tears.
Remember it Sakura, and remember it well. Look at him. Her intense presence forced Sakura do as she said. Sakura whipped her head to Sasuke and slowly the rapturous skill of his ministrations began to weaken; the voice of Kimi dulled all sensations.
Sasuke was immediately aware that Sakura's eyes followed his actions, and removed his eager lips from her collarbone to meet those pretty eyes. But he was not met with the lusty half-lidded expression he'd usually see painting her features. Instead, he was met with a terrible expression of shame and sadness.
Immediately, he was at a total loss.
The look made him hesitate and the pause was not lost on Sakura, unfortunately. She lowered her gaze in the most pitiful way imaginable, and the passion dissolved as quickly as it had formed. He was craned over her, supporting himself on his hands and knees, one leg in-between her bare thighs. It had been a comfortable position, but was now it was only awkward.
We're going to fast, He said to himself, annoyed that he'd got far too carried away. In less than two weeks they'd had numerous bouts of passionate sex, and Sakura had always seemed willing. But now it had probably caught up with her, and was time to take things slower. Sasuke had wondered how long it would take for this to happen.
Quicker than I'd thought, apparently. He thought bitterly, knowing full well that there would be no sex tonight, and probably for the next few days or… maybe weeks. Ah well, he could take it. Ninja's were supposedly masters of self-control, of course.
With a sigh, and another pained look from Sakura, Sasuke hooked his arms around her waist and toppled onto his side, forcing her with him. She was tense under his arm, so he pulled her closer and left a light kiss on her forehead.
It didn't make a difference.
"Sasuke… I-I…" She began, her voice horrendously awkward and pathetic. She was apologising, and he couldn't stand for that.
"Shhh, it's fine," He closed his eyes, and regretted the fact his voice held a tinge of disappointment. Well, that was only natural; his erection was solid as a rock, and Sakura seemed unaware that every time she fidgeted her thigh would brush against it.
It didn't look like he'd get any sleep tonight…
Another bundle of hours flashed by. Night had finally enveloped the twilight. Star's sat amongst the darkness, as if framing the brilliant, ethereal moon. The ocean kissed the sandy shoreline, and resumed the Land and Sea's never ending passion play with every silky wave.
Sakura watched the world outside the open bedroom window with eyes wide and drowned in self-loathing.
She truly was completely useless, wasn't she?
Kimi had not spoken to her since she lost Sasuke's interest, since she ruined their night… The cat was right. How could Sakura ever manage to keep all she had gained safe and secure without Kimi? Kimi was wiser, had seen more and seemed to understand everything human to a frightening degree. She'd travelled the world, only changing bodies because of the ones who pursued her- the ones who wanted to kill her.
Sakura had asked the question a few days ago. She'd asked why Kimi had to jump from body to body. The cat said it was because the bodies she possessed were not strong enough to keep the wicked exorcists away.
Sakura was strong enough though. Kimi was sure of that, and said that with her guidance and Sakura's abilities they could be unstoppable!
And it was true- Sakura had achieved so much on her own, but could achieve thingies she'd never dreamed of with the help of Kimi.
She'd already given her Sasuke…
What more do I want? She kept the question to herself, but knew she would soon have to face the pretty cat. She couldn't bear to feel so helpless any longer.
Meanwhile, in this dark silence, Kimi had been waiting patiently for Sakura's cry for help. The girl was analytical, so was probably just turning the situation over and over…
Good. Kimi grinned. She will only see that I must help her. She can't do anything without me anymore.
She knew it was only a matter of minutes; the girl's feelings were becoming more and more excited.
This is too easy… I was lucky that Sasuke liked her from the start. He is her weakness, but she is also his… And what a curious heart that man has. So bitter and twisted, although he never shows it on the outside!
He reminded her of herself. She mused and laughed at this thought. Perhaps it would be fun to have a little bit of meddling with him too. It was easily done, given what cats like her could do.
However, there would always be a spanner in the works.
Uzumaki Naruto… The cat snarled his name. She detested the way he glared at Sakura in her cat form. He instinctively knew there was something amiss, and Kimi hated it. The Kyuubi will be no problem. In fact, the beast will just sit around and watch the show… But that man is a problem.
Indeed, he was a problem. But he doesn't know enough to became a hazard, Kimi concluded, and the thought was soothing… Oh yes. That idiot is no threat whatsoever
Kimi? Sakura called. The cat noticed the voice tinged with resolution. Kimi?
The cat made herself known. Yes? She smirked and tilted her head as if sizing up the determined girl in front of her.
Kimi… I-I don't want to lose anything… Her expression was pained, yet strong. How adorable! I wan to keep everything I've gained. And- and I…
The cat grinned a pointy, devilish grin, full of fangs and menace. You want more? Come now, there's nothing wrong with that…
The cat sauntered towards her, eyes mad and full of sadistic delight. I always want more. And trust me, my darling; with my help you will have anything you wish…
Sakura swallowed hard, her throat suddenly so dry… The cat emanated a power Sakura would never think possible for such a tiny animal. It was as if Kimi'd grown a hundred times larger.
Anything you want, Sakura… Just name it. Now, will give in to your own desires and allow me to help you fully?
Yes. The word echoed off the walls of her mind.
So… will you give your body over and trust me completely?
… Yes…
Then shall we begin?
He wasn't sure what woke him; perhaps it was the moonlight staining the room pale and silvery? Maybe it was the night's sorrowful symphony, mingling with the crash of tumbling waves? Perhaps it was the soft breeze teasing his naked flesh? He was too tired and blurry eyed to tell.
But as the hazy clouds of sleep cleared and his rationale returned, Sasuke guessed it was the tickling fur of the stunning she-beast sprawled comatose beside him.
He gazed at her for a long moment, eyes still cloudy, and sighed. The memories of what had happened just a few short hours before crept up on him and he bashed his head inwardly at his ridiculously hasty actions. Why did he rush into this? It wasn't good for him or Sakura. Was it because his emotions were always too intense, too damned catatonic in the way they controlled his very soul?
No, no… It was probably because Sakura was so willing… Always so willing. Except tonight.
She was fine until a while in… He pondered. It didn't make sense.
But then again, what did make sense lately?
Inside, he grinned meekly, head wrought in slight confusion. What the Hell was going on? Then the conversation he'd had with Naruto came flooding back:
"I'm just worried,"
"I know,"
"And you should be too,"
But I am worried. I don't trust what's inside her… Sasuke thought in bitter disgust. There's nothing I can do about it either.
Sakura was never Sakura in her cat form. She was something inhuman. She was a terror to those who cared for her. She was intimidating then and "intimidating" didn't really suit Sakura. Not in her everyday form.
A thousand thoughts still bouncing around his mind, Sasuke's eyes began to grow used to the light, and his attention was deterred away from those concerns. He let his eyes gaze over figure with both fascinated wonderment, an emotion seldom seen on those handsome features. Something was amiss with Sakura; there was something different, something strange about her skin. The moonlight splashed over her figure, but did not turn her delicate skin pale silver. Instead, her skin held a glint of gold. Curiously he let his hand graze her skin, but quickly pulled away as he felt the silky plush of newly grown fur.
He blinked in surprise, now noticing the smooth covering of tawny fur catch the light and shimmer like gold across her skin.
Never before had he seen anything quite so bizarre, yet still astoundingly attractive. He let his hands wander, caressing every part of her, and her skin had never felt so wonderfully silken. Sasuke pushed the sheets aside and flipped her over onto her back gently, now too engrossed to stop.
Sakura groaned through her dead sleep, having become surprising difficult to rouse. Sasuke was beyond caring though; he was a very curious person, and this was just too much to let go.
This was the cat. He knew that much, knew that Sakura seemed to become more cat-like everyday, knew that the little beast had more power over her than anyone else. But he didn't care. Her smell… her scent… was intoxicating. Her texture was intoxicating… her warmth was intoxicating…
What was so different about her now? She was attractive before, but what made him wild and flush with desire now? He needed to know.
He knelt in between her legs, eyes so wide and delighted as his hands slid, over her neck, her collar, her breasts, her stomach, her pelvis, her thighs… and all as soft and glossy as chinchilla fur. It was stunning. It wasn't hair, it wasn't bristly, or thick or annoying, it was fur. And he'd never felt anything like it.
Sakura finally came round and began to arch and writhe under his deliciously calloused fingers. She didn't know he was stroking a fur she never knew was there, it felt like he was making love to her with his hands, baring his fascination and bewilderment for all to see. She needn't open her eyes. She could already visualise his rapt expression.
"Hmm," She hummed, and smiled at his attentions. She felt like a doted pet, excited and thrilled by her owner's blissful affection.
But Sasuke does not own you, my love, Kimi whispered in the back of her mind. Oh, dearest Kimi! How wonderful and loving she seemed to be! She made Sasuke love her like this. Sakura could never pay back such a tremendous gift. Remember that. He will never own you, for I own your heart now. Am I not correct?
"Yes…" Sakura grinned and her eyes slowly cracked open to tiny, gleaming slits. Kimi gave this to Sakura. She gave her the final push towards her Sasuke; she'd beat the final nail in the bridge joining them together in lust- something that Sakura could never be too grateful for. Kimi had made her something, had made her something of power, and of fear. And she will make her more than she is already. This was a desire Sakura had never known to possess, but since she saw the looks of impressed astonishment she'd never felt so proud of herself. The only time she'd ever felt like that was the time she'd smashed a massive crater into the ground as Hatake Kakashi arrogantly reckoned he could catch her from underneath.
Oh, how silly he'd been! The look on his face then had been darkly satisfying, but the look she'd seen etched on his features as she emerged dripping with blood and torn shards of flesh stuck in her teeth had been miles beyond satisfying. Sakura wanted to see it again. She wanted to relish in it, wanted to see everyone's faces like that…
But first thing's first my love- remember who you are entertaining! We will talk about all that later… The cat scolded her firmly, but then added with a wickedly mad grin. Enjoy the rest of your evening.
And Sakura chuckled, chuckled as the cat's presence slowly died away, until it was virtually invisible. Now she could give all of her attention to Sasuke; now she could feed this aching sexual appetite he'd whipped up with those wandering fingers.
Her hands stretched out to reach him, her fingers smoothing through his gorgeous hair. Sasuke glanced up with eyes that glinted dark and ravenous, his hands still stroking her fur, but as soon as he saw the face of his lust-filled Sakura, his hands stopped and Sasuke travelled up towards her face.
His chest ran alongside hers, sparkling a marvellous friction of tingling skin. Sakura arched her back, unable to contain her rapture as she ground her body into his, unable to stifle the moan as he teased her with a surprise hip thrust.
He grinned at her wantonness. Her neediness. All thoughts of slowing the relationship down left him. No one could ever criticise him for this, not when she had a face like that. No one could turn a face like that down… well; they were queer if they did, at least.
His lips brushed along hers, his tongue slipping out to encourage them open. Sakura opened her mouth, teasing him in, bearing her hunger to him like a starved animal.
Sasuke groaned, deep and throatily as Sakura ground her hips into his, as she raked her inhuman nails along his back, as her tongue drove him wild. He was trying not to rush… he was desperate not to rush… But Sakura was unyielding; she wanted it now, every pore in her body screamed for it. Every silken strand of hair was on end, was completely engrossed in this wonderful pleasure. She was more sensitive than usual- that he knew. Cats seemed to surpass humans in most physical qualities, so why not use the heightened touch sensitivity?
"Sasuke…" She hummed, forming the syllables alongside his lips so he could feel, as well as hear her whisper his name. He smirked beside her lips. She pouted, and thrust her firm hips toward his erection.
Sasuke managed to contain his throaty groan, but could not suppress the violent shudder that prickled every muscle in his body deliciously. Sakura had felt it and arched with the feeling, happy to find Sasuke was lavishing kisses along her throat and neck.
And so it was decided; they'd skip the foreplay- or rather return to where they had left off in the late afternoon.
"You," Sasuke hissed, his mouth now beside her ear; his breath sending shivers along her spine. "Rush into things too much,"
Sakura turned her to face his until their noses touched. "And you're complaining?"
Sasuke chuckled, then rearranged himself so he lay right between her thighs, positioning himself so his erection tickled her opening. "I meant it with regards to everything,"
But Sakura didn't hear him, and she would not hear him. She bucked her hips with impatience, now viciously passionate for his sex. His body was tormenting her, and she both loved and hated it at the same time.
"Sasuke!" She demanded, but he only chuckled again. He slid a little of himself inside her, watching with the utmost fascination and smugness as she whimpered and wriggled.
"You rush into things too much. We need to take things slower. And I think you need to be careful with the cat Sakura," He told it to her face, eyes locked and serious.
But Sakura was beyond listening. She'd agree to anything he'd say, if only he'd give her what she wanted.
So, Sakura nodded.
Sasuke smirked, not really believing she cared for anything he'd said. She hadn't even heard it, probably. But that could come tomorrow. They had plenty of time. They were scheduled to leave in the morning and make their way back to Konohagakure at a leisurely pace. They'd talk it over then. But now, there were more important matters.
"Sasuke!" Sakura growled again, and bucked her hips, taking Sasuke by surprised as she joined them fully. Her legs wrapped around his waist, allowing her to grind her hips onto him forcefully.
The Uchiha quivered above her, totally enveloped by the feeling her warmth created, totally engrossed in her body.
Bloody impatient...
Slowly, he began to thrust gently, earning pleasured moans from Sakura. Her hands tugged his head to hers, their lips finding each other.
They groaned together, rocked together and shivered together. So desire-sodden and wanton their sex became neither could hold back and soon Sasuke was thrusting hard and fast, whilst kissing her lips and plundering her mouth for all it was worth.
Sakura struggled to keep their kiss alight; she was struggling with keeping in rhythm with Sasuke as it was. Now all she could do was whimper and writhe and moan until he brought her to a place where nothing mattered, to the place where it was only them and their roaring desire… To the place someone should share with only a select few.
"Sa-Sasu-Sasuke…" Sakura moaned out his name as her orgasm burst through her body, quenching her lust and milking Sasuke of his own.
The Uchiha jerked his hips for a final time, emitting a low grunt as the pleasure turned everything hazy and dream-like. He collapsed on Sakura in a panting heap, only mildly distracted as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. Silently, they bathed in the afterglow, listening to the night that suddenly sounded so loud.
After a while, Sasuke shifted onto his side as both became too hot. He locked contented eyes with Sakura as she rumbled a deep purr of satisfaction. She shimmied close to him, and snuggled so her purr's vibrations soothed his body into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Sakura gazed wistfully at the sleeping man. It was a wonder, really, how a man such as Uchiha Sasuke could ever appear helpless or vulnerable. But he always managed it in his sleep. Since she'd seen him sleep as a twelve-year-old boy, nothing had changed.
My poor Sasuke… Sakura allowed her fingers to brush his soft cheek. It made her so sad to think he'd had such a dreadful life; it made her eyes water to think that he would never recover from the betrayal his elder brother had scarred him with.
We will help Sasuke, my dear, The cat emerged form her hiding place, obviously concerned by the feelings of sadness and pity tormenting her vessel. That wouldn't do at all, so Kimi purred and soothed and relaxed Sakura until she the girl was fast asleep and dreaming. Oh, what a fantastic night this turned out to be!
Yes. We shall help dear Sasuke indeed…
Argh, I fuckin hate seagulls !
Bwaaaaaah! I wrote a lemon O.O! That was completely spontaneous too ;p Whacha think? Perhaps I should put a warning up? Hmm.
So… this one was darker than the rest (I think anyway) and it'll get meaner and meaner still.
BUT! For those who have been reading, I thank you sooooo much for continuing X3 I value your support more than anything and am sorry I don't update often- am trying to amend that. I also apologise for any spelling/grammar errors. You know, you check and check and check- then spell check and you still friggin miss some! Grrr! Ooh. And I'm British… and having read quite a few fanfics, I notice I spell a considerable amount differently lol. Sorry about that to all you non-British people XD
Ooh and to the reviewers, thank you for your splendid reviewing. I appreciate it a lot ta. And thank you to runwithskizzers cos she listens to my moaning and groaning (especially the kiddy fic lol)
So, to all you fellow SasuSaku lemon-lovin-pervs I give you this attempt. Wasn't meant to be graphic. Got the idea from stroking my cat XD No, no… I swear I'm not into bestiality… (He's a fit cat tho, I'll give him that)
Till next time.
Amserxxx