I do not own Naruto nor make any profit from it

AN: And NOW is where the M rating actually comes in to play. This girl on girl lemon was brought to you by Brown Eyed Girls' vid 'Abracadabra' and waaay too much espresso.

Chapter Seven

The sound of feet shuffling back and forth in the first aid tent woke Sakura from a deep sleep. Her eyelids slit open only too see more darkness then she closed them again. Sakura could feel the weariness set all over her sore body and she desperately wanted to go right back to dreaming, but no self-respecting kunoichi could let the noise slide.

She felt so weak and heavy, but her hand managed to raise from underneath the blanket and rub across her eyes. After about a minute, her blurred vision slowly came into focus and Sakura took in the scene around her. When she drifted to sleep not too long ago, the tent was filled with people bustling about and Karin was sitting next her, who also looked a little worse for wear... but for completely different reasons. There was no one else now. It was dark and all the sounds from people drifting about the camp were muted by the tent canvas. Two sets of cots had been stacked high in the middle of the room, creating private space for Sakura. All the other patients were gone and Konohamaru and his crew had left for dinner.

Sakura turned her head toward the far corner where more distinct rustling came from, she saw a single lantern glowing in the dark tent. She automatically whispered, "Who's there?" She tried to push herself up, but a sharp pain shot up her spine and with a whimper, she fell back on the cot. The shuffling stopped then sound of heavy feet came rushing to the side of the make-shift bed.

A hazy vision of a stern Karin appeared above Sakura from the left and placed a cool dry hand on the other girl's forehead, "So now you're awake? Keep still, sleeping beauty, or you'll undo all my work. Tch, you got a low grade fever. Nothing serious though." Sakura felt an arm wrapped underneath Sakura's shoulders and steadied her enough so that she could sit up properly. Then Karin lifted a glass of water to her patient's lips, "Here, have some water. You must be parched."

By the delicious way the lukewarm water felt on her tongue, Sakura realized she certainly was thirsty. So much so, there didn't seem enough room in her throat for all the water her body demanded. She didn't care about the small fit of coughing from too much at once. Sakura used her right hand to grab the cup from Karin and finished off the cup.

"Now, that's a good sign," sneered Karin as she watched Sakura lay back into the pillow and take in heavy breaths from drinking too deeply, "Another treatment, a couple more days of rest, and you should be back to taking names 'n kicking ass like before."

Sakura smiled and lifted her arm to let Karin wrap the cuff of a blood pressure meter around it. As the redhead did a routine check up, Sakura couldn't help but watch the patterns of shadows and the flickering lantern light play along Karin's bright hair and sleek facial features. Sakura marveled at the professional and fastidiousness that Karin put into the care of someone important to her. While she was indeed a pompous wise-ass with a furious temper, Karin moved with such fluid grace in something simple as easing the pain in healing arms. It truly fascinated Sakura how a person ended up in the service of Orochimaru.

'Sasuke-kun had access to this ability and he still threw her away like useless rag doll,' Sakura frowned in disgust, 'He's lost it Completely lost it.'

Inner Sakura scoffed at the idea of Uchiha Sasuke actually appreciating anything of value, 'Some guys don't know what the hell their missing until they've lost it. You should know that by now.'

The real Sakura had to agree. Sasuke was so wrapped in himself, his pain, his jutsu... his damn big brother. Getting anything resembling acknowledgment from Sasuke was like pulling teeth and usually ended up being Naruto's teeth. Thankfully Naruto was a fast healer. In all the time spent growing up together, Naruto always showed his appreciation for her and whoever was lucky enough to earn his friendship. He never took his friends for granted and neither should she.

Determined to show Karin, Sakura sat up properly in her cot and laid a hand over the redhead's, "Karin-chan, I want you to know how much I appreciate what you did for me. You really are amazing. Thank you." She felt the wool blanket fall from her torso, but didn't think anything of it until she noticed Karin having troubled looking her in the eye or even talking in a complete sentence.

Karin's red eyes darted side to side erratically, but kept returning to focus at Sakura, "It's... okay...ahem...my job after all." She reared backwards and wagged a finger in the direction of her patient's torso.

Sakura glanced downward, finding out what made Karin blush and blubber. She had been stripped of her uniform. She wore nothing but underwear and a few fresh bandages wound around her chest. Smiling sheepishly, Sakura pulled the edge of the blanket back to cover up her bosom, "Sorry."

"Not your fault," Karin cleared her throat and pointed to the basket of dirty laundry sitting next to the exit, "You had some nasty road rashes on your ribs so Moegi and I had to get you cleaned up properly before treating them. And your clothes were such a mess. We had to remove them. Unsanitary and whatnot. Shit, I almost forgot." Karin hopped up from her chair and rushed to the other side of the tent.

Sakura paled when blurry memories resurfaced of feeling soft hands roving and pulling along her limbs, "Oh dear, and the others?"

"Don't get your panties in a twist, babe," Karin yelled back, "Your team had already left and we put up a screen to keep the perverts from peeking. Here, you go. A steaming hot bowl of udon. Proper food for a recovering patient." Karin came gliding back with a tray with a covered soup bowl with a small plate of steamed vegetables on the side.

"Mmm, itadakimasu," Sakura nodded her head in thanks and let Karin set the tray on her lap. She lifted the bowl and slurped as much of the noodles that could fit in her mouth. Karin poured tea for the both of them then made herself comfortable on a near by fold-out chair.

Sakura finished of the last of the broth and laid the bowl back on the tray with a satisfied sigh, "That was good. Thanks." She smiled her thanks as Karin stacked up the dishes then carried the tray away to the other side of the stacked cots. Sakura watched Karin's shadow from afar and figured if she was going to get answers, it better be now.

"Karin," Sakura called after the redhead, "Earlier you said that you could explain. I have an idea about what happened, but some details would be nice." The other kunoichi's shadow paused then Sakura saw Karin walk around the corner and set up a folding chair.

"As a rule, most shinobi avoid answering questions about their kekkei genkai, but I did dig myself into that hole," She mused for a few seconds while tapping her fingernails on one knee, "Very well then, as one medic to another, you deserve an explanation. From a purely academic view point, of course."

"Oh absolutely," Sakura quipped in all seriousness and put on her professional medic face.

Karin leaned back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other, "First off, my abilities are genetic. I was born with highly sensitive and regenerative chakra which Orochimaru wanted to study. The uh... result you saw doesn't always happen." She gave Sakura a sheepish smile. "My patients usually are too weak and careful about how much chakra they draw from me to make enough," Karin rolled her eyes upwards to think of the most appropriate word, "Sensation." Then the redhead nervously fidgeted with the black rims of her glasses, "And then it also depends on what I think of the person."

Sakura smirked and she clarified for Karin, "You mean by how much you're attracted to them."

Karin blushed as she looked down at her hands clasped at the top of her crossed legs and couldn't help chuckling, "Well that much is obvious."

Sakura reached forward and gave the redhead a teasing poke in the shoulder, "I've heard of people taking pleasure in their work, but you take the cake." Karin looked back up then a smirk slowly curled on her lips.

"What can I say," Karin drawled as she slipped from the chair to sit on the cot beside her patient and pinned the pink-haired kunoichi with a sultry look, "I know who'll be good in the sack before we hit it."

Suddenly the room temperature rose a few degrees and Sakura squeaked, "Really? W-wow, I'm flattered... cause I was just winging it with drawing your chakra faster... um," The undisguised lust in Karin's eyes made Sakura fiddle and squirm nervously. Without waiting for Sakura to finish her sentence, Karin reached out with one hand and used a few fingers to gently trace the curve of the other's cheek. All it took was that one touch to bring the memories of their kisses in the woods rushing back. Sakura automatically leaned her cheek into Karin's open palm and they gazed into each other's eyes for a tense moment. They leaned toward one another until their lips pressed together in a perfect fit. The kiss started out almost like the first one, tentative and careful, but quickly moved into a feverish pace. Karin's mouth opened wider against her lips and it felt so good to be connected again. Sakura was taken aback at how much she missed Karin and she wanted to make up for lost time. Longing pulled them closer together and pressing their bodies against another.

'This is going beyond kissing, folks,' squealed Inner Sakura while the real one wrapped her arms around Karin's body.

Then Karin switched from the familiar make-out moves and pulled out of the kiss. Sakura was disappointed when Karin's lips moved from her own, but the redhead continued kissing and caressing down Sakura's skin until reaching the crook of her neck. Karin rubbed the tip of her tongue onto each pressure point and Sakura felt a flash of soothing chakra shot into her nerves with uncanny accuracy. Each tiny shock of chakra elicited quick intakes of breath from the pink kunoichi and Karin chuckled softly with pride.

Not satisfied with getting to first base, Karin lifted away from Sakura and brushed the pink hair falling over Sakura's forehead. Her red eyes searched Sakura's own as if mulling over a decision. Biting her lower lip, Karin decided to take the plunge and asked, "Sakura-chan, I want to taste you, make you feel like I did earlier. May I?"

Sakura's mouth dropped open and her heart pounded harder. A tiny part of young fangirl Sakura was hopping mad, insisting that she was straight and only for Sasuke... which was promptly squashed underfoot by Inner Sakura. She was blown away at what she was about Karin wanted to do, but she still lowered the wool blanket from her body, "Yes."

"Don't worry your pretty little head, Pink," Karin lifted up again to murmur her lips against Sakura, "I'll be gentle." The redhead winked as her palms slowly rubbed up and down Sakura's torso. Then Karin dipped to Sakura's clavicle and switched between brushing her long red eyelashes along the skin then kissing her lover's neck.

Sakura closed her eyes and rolled her head back so Karin could pay more attention to her sensitive spots, 'This is going better than I expected. Who knew I could pull off seduction?'

'Wait a minute, you mean we were supposed to do the seducing?" Inner Sakura gaped as she put both hands on her hips, "You could've fooled me!'

'Shut up. We're working here.' Sakura sucked in air though her teeth when Karin's lips traced the bindings covering her breasts. The she let out a surprised yelp when Karin nipped at her nipple through the cloth and Sakura had to push her head further into the pillow to muffle any further responses. Last thing anyone wanted was a passing shinobi to rush into the tent and witnessing two girls going at it.

"Let's get this out of the way," Karin lifted a finger glowing blue and carefully drew the tip along the bindings, which split apart and were brushed aside easily by the other hand. Even with her eyes shut tight, Sakura could sense the chakra that the redhead used. The dangerous edge of Karin's chakra scalpel almost brush against the skin of her clavicle created a such heady mix of excitement and anticipation. It didn't matter how Sakura's chest rose and fell with her deep breaths, Karin had the precision and grace not to let the cutting chakra touch Sakura's porcelain skin.

Karin gazed longingly at Sakura's breasts, then dipped to plant light delicate kisses on the soft round mounds then took the left nipple in her mouth. She relished a small thrill when Sakura instinctively whimpered and arched her back. With her own breathing growing deeper with anticipation, Karin drew open palms over the other girl's perky bosom and brought her fingers together to pinch each hard nipple. She then rubbed her thumbs over the sensitive tips repeatedly.

Admiring the beautiful girl lying before her, all Karin could think was possessing the softness and warmth of the body that was writhing in her hands. The precarious dance of taking a new lover always made Karin so dizzy with lust and power. It was the best feeling in the world, an addiction that she always indulged. The fact that her object of affection was Haruno Sakura, ultimate rival for Sasuke-kun's attention, only made the experience more delicious and satisfying.

Karin skimmed her slim glowing fingertips along Sakura's sides where the red scrapes were and noted their healing progress, "Could use a little help there," she murmured before dipping low and dragging her tongue across the wounds. She left a trail of healing chakra that seeped into the scabs then revealed fresh rosy skin. The sensation of rapidly healing nerves caused shivers to shoot through Sakura's spine, causing her to moan softly. Giving her chakra time to finish healing her patient, Karin waited and pressed her cheek along Sakura's smooth stomach. A minute later she checked the scrapes again and was satisfied. Now Sakura's body could handle the strain. Karin gripped her lover's hips in both hands and pulled them together.

Smiling to herself, Sakura found that she enjoyed the feeling of Karin's thighs against her own. Their legs tangled together felt like a perfect fit. It was an odd, yet lovely feeling. However, she didn't notice that Karin carefully sliced her underwear and the remaining bits of cloth fell onto the cot.

"Uh," squeaked Sakura. She was surprised how her panties were removed easily and reality quickly set in. Suddenly Sakura was overwhelmed with fear and embarrassment. All feet going past the flimsy tent, every shadow passing by, each voice murmuring outside seemed like a potential threat of someone walking in and creating a hugely explosive situation. As Karin shuffled further down the cot, every muscle in the leaf kunoichi's body tensed and froze.

Sensing confusion coming from her lover, Karin lifted from between Sakura's thighs and smoothed her palm along one leg, "What's wrong? Are you having second thoughts?"

'Can't stop now,' whispered Inner Sakura, 'You're already too close.'

Sakura shook her head, "No. I'm okay. Keep going." She closed her eyes tight and forced herself to block out the noises from outside the tent. When Karin returned to kissing her thighs, Sakura was able to loose herself in the waves of sensations coming from the other medic's skilled hands. There was such a mixture of textures to the redhead's methods. Nibbling and biting turned to tender kissing and massaging Sakura's tense muscles then back again. Karin had Sakura shivering at the slightest touch and she hadn't even gotten down to business.

Once Karin was satisfied that Sakura's mind was on her and only her, the redhead used a single finger to part open Sakura's lower folds and was gently replaced the digit with her tongue. She started low then upwards to the clitoris, rewarding her with a loud intake of air from Sakura followed by a quick breathy expletive.

"Hmmm," hummed Karin as she pressed her mouth further into Sakura then lifted up momentarily, "I like that sound. Let's see what else is there." She dipped again and used her tongue to gently move against Sakura's clit, sliding side to side and occasionally lapping against the whole of the vulva. Then she began circling over and over again which brought out more low aching moans. She skillfully and patiently built up friction until Sakura's breaths became shallow and fast, inadvertently mimicking the rhythm that Karin had set.

The redhead slowed down her pace, knowing it was time to bring her lover to the next level. She pulled away momentarily to insert one finger inside the wet opening then searched for Sakura's g-spot. Sakura's voice became louder as she felt Karin's curled fingertip twist and turn along the edges. Soft and careful gasps turned into grunts that grew faster and faster. An out-of-place hitch in Sakura's breathing was Karin's only warning. She was quick to use one hand and a shoulder keep the kunoichi's knees in place.

When Sakura's orgasm hit, she let out a loud cry, her walls clenched repeatedly around the finger while Karin's tongue kept grinding against the swollen clit. Karin waited for her lover's shuddering to ease then she lay her tongue flat against the flush flesh. The vulva felt sweet and warm against her taste buds as Karin drew upwards for a final long lick. That last lap from Karin overwhelmed the already exhausted Sakura, causing her to gasp and fall into a deep sleep.

Karin watched the other kunoichi sleep for a few minutes then got up to the other side of the tent. She set up second cot next to the first one and slipped in as close as possible. Before falling asleep herself, Karin reached over to push errant pink strands from Sakura's face.

"Sleep tight, Pink."