Amorphous
Chapter Nine
For the first time Sasuke reacted outwardly, swearing softly and emphatically. If his hands weren't his livelihood, he might have smashed his fist against one of the walls. "So Hyuuga is the one sending out the text messages?" ebony brows were elevated in thinly veiled disbelief.
Karin's eyes grew serious. Sasuke's keen interest in the matter was becoming the main source of the simmer of annoyance she felt. "Something doesn't add up. I wouldn't fuck my teacher and threaten to use it as blackmail if it meant that I would go down in the flames as well," she reasoned carelessly.
Sasuke twisted his mouth. His eyes were like black ice glittering on asphalt during the most unforgiving of winter days. "The messages are coming from his phone," he reiterated with purpose.
"But do you see a motive?" she asked genuinely confused. It didn't make any sense to her. "If he was doing this solely to keep getting into Sakura's jeans—" Karin took a deliberate pause, trying to gauge Sasuke's reaction. It was unreadable. "—then he would have gone about it in a completely different manner," she said, in a light, who-cares voice which she thought sounded pretty convincing.
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully at her, an indication that he would like her to expound.
"Think about it," was all she said, swiveling around in her chair to focus on her computer screen.
"He's a smart boy," Sasuke admitted with grudging acceptance of the fact. "It could all just be a ploy to eliminate himself as a suspect."
"I haven't ruled out the possibility," Karin told him, clicking away at her keyboard and mouse. "There just isn't a solid enough motive for that idea to resonate with me fully."
"What do you mean?"
"If all he's after resides between Sakura legs, I can't see him involving outside party," she spun back around, lifted her hands to her hair, scooping it up between her fingers, before letting the whole heavy mass fall around her shoulders, watching his black eyes following the moment almost hypnotically. "The risk of exposure would only put Pinkie on edge and make her stingy with the..." she allowed Sasuke to fill in the blanks.
He flinched as if she had struck him, staring at her, black eyes darkening in warning. "Do not speak of Sakura in that light," his tone was flat and commanding but those damn onyx orbs spoke volumes.
Karin was taken aback by the sudden harshness in his voice, as if she had touched on a very raw nerve. Intuition told her to back off, but a far more powerful instinct overrode it. "You sound awfully possessive of the woman who replaced you with a high school boy," she ventured quietly.
A boy who was enough to knock a woman's eyes out, she thought with a guilty blush.
There was this feeling, low in his gut. A surge of sensation that he didn't recognize. The he realized he was jealous. He envied a teenage boy.
He silenced her with an automatic raise of his hand, the imperious gesture telling her that he was simply not interested in discussing the matter.
Wanting to keep on Sasuke's good side battled with an insane stab of jealousy. "I thought you two were through," she said evenly.
Black eyes burned into her.
His relationship with Sakura was an off-limit topic.
He met her steady gaze with an instinctive flash of irritation because he hated when she went about digging beneath the surface of facts. Usually, she would have correctly interpreted his mood and immediately stopped her line of probing.
There was a split second of a pause. "That is no concern of yours," he told her tersely and felt the flicker of a pulse at his temple. "Now…" he started calmly. "…can you track the brat's mobile?" Sasuke demanded with steely determination.
Karin clenched her teeth, her slender hands curling into a tight fist but her spine stayed straight and her mouth firmly closed. Deep down inside she wanted to scream at him, he knew better than anyone what she was and was not capable of doing. What he was asking of her was child's play. She felt undermined on both a professional and personal level.
Most kids didn't graduate from high school at fifteen, receive their Ph.D. at twenty-two and earn a reputation as a pioneer in the field of software engineering at twenty-four.
She exhaled a frustrated breath and perched herself on the side of the desk in a way that best displayed her long shapely legs and put her directly in front of him. "Have you ever heard of the concept of equivalent exchange?"
"What do you want?" Sasuke demanded edgily.
As she carefully adjusted the hem of her skirt to a decent length she felt his eyes on her as hot as the flames in fire and excitement filled her like a dangerous drug urging her on. "I'm looking right at it," she told him boldly, no longer content to offer lingering looks of invitation.
They were putting off the inevitable, Karin thought. They practically ate, slept and breathed each other since of late...especially with the pink haired witch out of the way.
He treated her to a brooding look of derision that dented her pride right where it hurt most. "The essence of equivalent exchange is to trade something of equal value. Throwing yourself in the mix doesn't reduce the deficit by much, hence you can't have me," he countered drily.
"I'll have you Sasuke," Karin responded doggedly for, having started, she found it quite impossible to retreat with dignity and she pressed on regardless, with her suicidal mission to make him finally acknowledge what she believed already lay between them. "And when I do, you'll find that I'm much more entertaining than that pedophile," she challenged.
He dealt her an unimpressed scrutiny, dark eyes brilliant and shielded by his lush lashes. Her choice of words left his mind awash with speculations but he shoved them aside. "Can you track the Hyuuga or not?"
Amorphous was already on it.
Sasuke's phone buzzed.
Attached to the new SMS was a picture of Hyuuga Neji entering Sakura's apartment along with the caption:
"Knock! Knock… Who's there?
A horny teenager, so you better get over here!"
Signed: Amorphous
OoOoOoOo
A flash of lightening and a clap of thunder accompanied the slamming of her front door. She could hear the sound of the wind petulantly kicking up. Then almost instantly Neji pushed it open yet again with more angry strength than the beautifully designed piece of Oakwood required.
"What's the matter?" she asked, arriving in front of him with more impulse than was necessary, she ended up almost flattened against him, which shocked her enough into glancing up. "Changed your mind about leaving?" she asked, looking uneasy.
His grim impatience with her transferred to the long fingers he clamped around her arm to help straighten her up. He relaxed the corners of his hard, clipped mouth, slid a hand around her exposed nape, then lowered his head and captured her mouth with a hard, hot, plundering kiss!
Astonishment thrilled through Sakura. It was so shockingly unexpected and so shockingly intimate she was unable to do anything but just let him explore the contours of her mouth with a sensual fluency that glued her to the spot.
He crushed her mouth beneath his, his tongue delving deep in a devouring kiss that sent erotic thrills coursing through her all too ready body. When Neji discarded his rigid self discipline and reserve, there was so much passion pent-up inside him, Sakura thought, thrilled by his approach.
Knocked completely for six she staggered dizzily when he lifted his head again. Breathless and shaking and unable to focus on anything, she just stared up at him through a thick misty glaze.
"It's raining," he purred down at her like his very own feral cat. He had an intense sparkle in his pearly eyes. He looked around her apartment, and then back to her. "Can I wait it out here?"
Something treacherously like disappointment rushed through Sakura, but everything within her rejected it. Had she truly suspected for a moment that Neji had returned to repeat their first night? She felt very brittle all of a sudden.
She racked her brain to maintain its grip on reality and jerkily gestured to the living room, "I thought you had taken your car, I'll call a cab."
Neji sat down on one of her couch near the window and watched as Sakura went to the phone on the other side of the room and made the call, turning her back firmly to him. Fighting the sudden surge of something very primal, he let his eyes drift down over her body and long legs; a vivid memory exploded into his head and he remembered how those legs felt wrapped around his waist and he thrust deeper and deeper into her slick heat.
Arousal was immediate and uncomfortable. He shifted on the seat, and even the evident relief in Sakura's voice when she got through to the cab company did little to dampen it.
He kept his expression deliberately blank, giving no clue to the internal battle raging inside him as he sought to bring his hormones back under control. This woman was his teacher for crying out loud!
His very hot teacher, who not too long ago expressed her desire to jump his bones, a small voice in the back of his head reminded him.
"Someone will be here in half an hour," she sat down gratefully in the chair beside the phone, relief making her feel weak. She was blindly touching her lips, where she could still feel the potent imprint of him on them. "The weather forecast must be off, I distinctly remember the meteorologist saying that the skies would be clear today."
Neji was shaking his head and standing up, coming towards her. He came and stood right in front of her, and Sakura realized that she was in a very vulnerable position, her eye level at his—
"Neji what are you doing?"
He caught hold of her hand and drew her to her feet.
Despite her protest, she went unresistingly—now they were standing so close, yet not quite touching, and her senses were inflamed by the subtle scent of male pheromones, the intoxicating heat emanating from his hard body that made her long to close the gap between them and have him crush her against his muscular chest.
She looked at him and her brain felt hot, fuzzy. All she could see were his eyes; all she could feel were those hands, like a brand on her body.
He was talking. She tried to concentrate on his words.
"…the things we can accomplish in half an hour…"
And then, as realization exploded inside her. She could not move, could not breathe, could only twine her eyes with his while the back of his hand stroked down her arm. Lightly. Then it lifted again. This time to her cheek.
It was light, so light, his touch. Almost not there. And yet her breath stilled in her lungs. His long, strong fingers were cupping her chin, tilting it upwards, and then his long lashes swept down over his eyes and his head was lowering.
The brush of his lips on hers was like snow drifting, as light as snowflakes melting on her lips.
He brushed them softly, so softly, and her eyelids fluttered closed, to feel the bliss of it. Because bliss it was. Bliss to have that soft, sensuous touch of his mouth on hers. He murmured something, but she did not know what it was. Then both hands were cupping her face, lifting it to him, and his mouth was opening hers…
He more urgent this time, and her will-power crumbled beneath the onslaught. With a little gasp she opened her mouth, and he immediately thrust his tongue deep into its moist warmth, exploring her with shocking eroticism then he snaked his arm around her waist and jerked her close, hip to hip, her soft breasts pressed against his rock-solid body.
A radiating heat was taking over, spreading upwards from a very secret part of her.
Neji was pulling her closer. His hands spanned her waist, his fingers digging into soft, yielding flesh. He was warm and firm, and as he brought her flush against his body she became aware of the melting warmth between her thighs and the rigid proof of his arousal pressing into her belly.
He was huge, and she had the distinct impression for the first time in her life of being…somehow delicate. No one had ever made her feel like that. Not even Sasuke.
With a low moan of capitulation she moved her hands to his shoulders and wounded her arms around his neck.
He moved one of his hands upwards from her waist, skimming close to her breast which tingled in reaction, the peak tightening almost painfully. But then he speared that hand through her hair, around the back of her head, angling her towards him more. She was aware of the rush of disappointment that his hand hadn't lingered, cupped the weight of her breast.
He must have every idea of what was happening inside her, how cataclysmic her reaction was, he always knew. He excited feelings through her that rippled to the point of overwhelming her completely, more intoxicating than anything she'd ever experienced, or thought she could experience.
They had a connection superior to all else—far greater than that of a shared understanding between a master and her pupil. In fact, she was happy to switch roles in situations like these. It couldn't be denied that neither of them, it seemed, could control the wildfire sexual attraction which blazed between them. The boy had clearly perfected the art of wielding her body, rendering her his sensual puppet.
And she might as well have been because she felt so light-weighted, so deliciously lethargic.
She could see the sudden blaze in his eyes; hear the catch of breath in his throat. Feel in her veins her own pulse beat. The air was thick. Thick, the blood in her veins. The emotion she could not name, could only feel with a shimmering intensity all through her body, was creaming through her. All she wanted was here, now… this moment.
This boy…
And slowly, very slowly, her eyes still clinging to his, she did what she wanted. Her hands slid down his torso to his waist, and her questing fingers found the space beneath the soft wool. Oh, it was bliss—bliss to run her hands along the hard, smooth contours, warm to her touch, to let her arms wind around him, palms splaying out across his spine, the sculpted perfection of his back.
Whatever else existed in the world was no longer there. There was only this—this warm, velvet sensation at her mouth, his hand at her nape, sliding the restraining fastening from her hair so that it fell in a long, pink wave down her shoulders.
He murmured again—words she could not hear but only feel, like a fine vibration through her whole body. His fingers, long, and sensitive, threaded through her hair, and the sensation on her scalp was a soft, evocative tingling. The wonderful headiness in her mind consumed her.
Neji tore his mouth away and looked down at her. Their bodies were plastered together. Their breath came swift and uneven, and he didn't take his eyes off hers as he reached one hand down between them.
Sakura could only look deep into his glittering eyes as she felt her dress ridding up and his hand smooth up over her thigh, then between her legs, climbing higher and higher to where she throbbed and tingled.
His voice came low and deep, with an imperative note in it. Her eyes gazed into his questioningly, confused. He spoke again, in that low, intense voice. "I need to know what we're doing."
For one long moment she simply gazed with limpid clarity, revealing everything she felt about him at that moment, everything she wanted. Then she spoke one word only. A breath, a sigh …
"Fucking."
It must have been an acceptable response because the Hyuuga ignored the loud buzzing of his phone.
He drew her down onto the rug, his arms coming around her to ease her across his body, cradling her as his mouth moved on hers.
Pleasure filled her. Sweet, sensuous pleasure. Firing through every nerve ending, drawing her down, down—down into its seductive depths. This is what she had been pinning for the very minute after their first sexual encounter.
She ignored the sound of her own mobile.
She was wordless and speechless and could only lie there being kissed so softly, so sensuously, so expertly, so blissfully.
"Beds are overrated, there's nothing wrong with doing it on the floor,
I'd tell you to close your legs, but I'm more worried about your door."
Signed: Amorphous
