A huge thanks to Ohayohimawari for editing this chapter for me! 3 3 3
"Hana has what!?" Sakura stared at the medic in front of her. Surely, she had momentarily gone crazy and could no longer hear words correctly. Because if she hadn't, then what this nurse was saying was that Hana Inuzuka would be out of work for the next week or so.
And if she were out of work for a week or so, then her appointments would pass to Sakura.
And if her appointments were now Sakura's, that meant—
"She has the chicken pox. Shizune-sensei told me to divide her appointments up among the physicians but for you to take her confidential patients." The girl, who appeared to be younger than Kakashi, bowed her head and flinched, waiting for Sakura to take the frustration out on her. And for a moment, she wanted to. She wanted to scream and throw her keyboard at the girl but took a deep breath and nodded instead.
Okay, this wasn't a problem.
Sure, she would now be the physician handling Hatake Kakashi's physical, but that didn't mean she had to freak out about it. She was more than capable of being a mature professional about this. She had handled dozens of physical examinations before.
This would be no different.
She just had to fight the urge to climb him like a tree for about an hour. After the exam was finished, she could relieve her frustrations the same way she had been doing for the past week since she had been pinned against that wall beneath his—
Sakura cleared her throat to pull herself from her thoughts and blinked up at the girl standing in the doorway of her office. "Yes, thank you for notifying me. I'll take a look at the schedule."
The girl gave another nod and turned, pulling the door shut behind her. As soon as she was alone again in her office, Sakura let her head fall to her desk, banging it a few times. Was this karma? Was the universe conspiring against her for giving in to Kakashi as much as she had the last time that she saw him? This was her punishment for being a horny, sex-deprived, thirty year old loser who thought with her pussy instead of her head.
With a groan, she sat up and turned to her computer. She had to check the schedule, had to know how long she had to prepare herself before the exam. She knew she had no available slots open for the day, so that was a small miracle.
The schedule screen popped up and she scrolled through the time slots, chewing the nail on her thumb. Tomorrow was in the clear, though her day would be filled to the brim with appointments. It wasn't until she reached Thursday did she see his name appear in a blue block on the calendar.
'K.H. Confidential'
Just seeing those two initials on the computer screen had the muscles of her stomach tightening and her legs crossing in anticipation. She bit her thumbnail and tapped her fingers over the mouse, trying to recall the process of a physical examination in her head.
He'd have to strip down to his boxers.
That wasn't her policy and if she could change it, she would for this appointment at least. Being in the same room with him while fully clothed and surrounded by people was hard enough. They would be relatively alone and he would be half naked and she just knew he would say something to make her breathless.
He always knew what to say to drive her crazy.
So, Sakura would just have to prepare for him being down to his boxers. Not like she hadn't ever seen a half-naked man before. All she had to do was imagine it was Naruto and all sexual urges would fly out the window for her.
Okay, so him being half-naked would be the worst of it. She had taken his vitals before, had been close to him while he was laying on the bed and they hadn't let anything happen, so she could definitely do it again.
Of course, she'd have to ask him the medical questions and they may be a bit too invasive for the relationship level they were at currently. Maybe she could just omit the questions about his sexual activity. Why were they important to a physical examination anyway? His sexual activity was none of her business.
And there was no way she was going to check his…genitals.
Sakura groaned and dropped her head back onto her desk, narrowly missing smashing her face into the keyboard. She had two days to prepare herself for this. It helped that she hadn't seen him since the weekend and was still riding the high that he had left her with. If only she could coast through with her fantasies, the memory of his kiss, and the way he had ground himself against her, then she should be fine.
This would be just another routine exam. He was a patient, she was the physician and while they were in the hospital, that's all she would allow them to be.
.
.
By Thursday, she felt no more prepared than she had been hoping to be and sat in her office all morning, chugging coffee after a sleepless night. Sleepless by her own doing, of course. She had tried to prepare at the last minute by vibrating herself into never needing an orgasm again. But it was clear it hadn't worked.
Every time she allowed herself to think about him, she found herself aroused to the point of pain and she sat behind her desk, legs crossed and foot bouncing impatiently. She had very little time to prep. The appointment was scheduled for 10:30 and she had spent nearly an hour giving herself a mental pep talk after walking in the doors earlier that morning.
She had to prep the room, get his chart and all the medical equipment and here she sat, rooted to her chair like a loser. A coward and a loser. It was exactly what she was. She was a loser because at thirty-two, she was behaving like some goddamn teenaged virgin and a coward because she was terrified of what she wanted.
She wanted him and knew her desire wouldn't go away just because she told herself she was a professional. Their absence from one another had done nothing but make it harder for her to control herself.
Frustration boiling inside her, she stood to her feet and snatched his chart from the stack she had prepared the evening before. She crossed her office and shut the door behind her, walking down the hall toward the exam room. Her heels tapped on the tile and she hoped she wore a look on her face that said, 'Try to talk to me, and face my wrath'. She was in no mood to deal with anyone's problems this morning.
She found the exam room at the end of the hall and dropped his chart onto the sink and counter space along the wall. It was as sterile and unsexy as any other hospital room and she hoped the smell of bleach and disinfectant would be a major turn off for the both of them. Sakura replaced the paper on the bed and made sure she had everything she needed to draw his blood.
Usually, it was the lower medics or nurses that handled this, but Sakura still liked to do it herself. She had been in charge of it for so long, she only trusted herself. Once she was satisfied with the room, she checked the time on the clock above the door and whimpered.
It was ten on the dot and she stared nervously at the door. A half an hour was just enough time to find some type of mint to help get rid of her coffee breath and sit in her office to try and relax. But first, she was about to burst and hurried down the hall to the employee bathroom.
She checked her reflection as she washed her hands. It was rare for her to wear her hair down during work, but she had opted against her usual half-hearted ponytail, even going as far as curling the ends. Gods, she was pathetic. Who put this much effort into an hour exam that was impersonal and held no promise of anything romantic in the slightest?
And she wasn't even about to think about how she chose her knee-length, black skirt, which had become a bit tighter around the ass in the past few years and red top that was probably too low cut for her usual standards. She tossed the paper towel in the trash and hid in her office for the next fifteen minutes, chewing enough gum to make her taste mint for the next week.
At 10:25, the nurse from the front desk knocked softly on her door. "Sakura-sensei?" The girl poked her head in with a smile. "Your next appointment is waiting in the exam room."
"Thanks," she managed to croak, hoping the medic didn't notice how flustered she was. The door shut and Sakura stared at it, not moving an inch in any direction. This was it, the moment she had tried to avoid from the beginning.
As soon as Hana was on the mend from the chicken pox, she was going to kill her.
Sakura took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and grabbed her coat from the hook behind her door. She may have been more nervous than she ever had been before in her life, but the time to be a baby about it was over. It was time to do or die.
Her trip down the hall wasn't as quick paced as the last one. She passed each room and the closer she got to the one where Kakashi was patiently waiting behind the door, the more the knots in her stomach tightened. She stopped outside the door, hesitating before grabbing the handle. Had anyone even told him that she would be handling his exam?
She had been so caught up in dealing with her own mental issues that she hadn't even thought about letting him know. The corner of her lips twisted, and she hoped no one had informed him. It would be priceless to see the look on his face.
Sakura twisted the door knob and stepped in the room. Immediately, she was overwhelmed by how good he smelled. It was all over the room and overpowered the smell of disinfectant that she had been hoping would make her less aroused. He had his back to her, looking at a chart of the circulatory system pinned to the wall. His hands were in his pockets and Sakura frowned at his bad posture.
She would definitely touch on that during his exam.
He turned to face her, and his eyes widened in surprise. Oh, good. No one had called to tell him about the change. She couldn't help the grin spreading across her face as he took in the sight of her.
"Well, hello," he said, a smile hidden behind his mask but clear by the tone of his voice. "I thought Inuzuka-sensei would be my physician?"
"She is out sick at the moment, so you're my patient for the day."
Kakashi crossed his arms over his chest and moved to the center of the room, following her to where his chart sat on the counter. "I'm definitely not complaining," he murmured, his voice husky and deep.
Sakura whirled around before he could reach her and put a hand up, careful not to touch him just yet. "Hold on," she warned with a playful scowl. "I think we should set some boundaries before we begin—"
"You're always setting boundaries." He moved closer, pushing his chest against the palm of her hand and Sakura swallowed. His half-lidded gaze moved to her lips and she backed into the counter behind her.
"Kakashi, I'm your doctor right now. We're going to do your physical examination, draw some blood, and after we're finished—" His eyes lit up. "We can go get some lunch together."
"Is that a euphemism for something more? Because I'm already in the mood to eat."
And there it was. She knew it was coming, knew he could say just the right thing to drive her crazy, but she hadn't expected it so soon or for her to react to it. Her thighs clenched and she nearly dropped his chart, catching it at the last minute. She swallowed back a whimper and shook her head, turning to face his chart. "I need you to undress to your underwear and there's a gown laid out for you, if you're more comfortable covered up."
Unfortunately, he did not follow her orders. Kakashi moved behind her and pulled her hair to the side, exposing her neck. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the spot just beneath her earlobe. "I like it when you tell me what to do."
"As much fun as it would be to play along with you, I do have other appointments today, you know?" She turned to look up at him from over her shoulder. "I need you to be on your best behavior. Can you do that for me?"
Kakashi groaned and backed away, the playful gleam lingering in his gaze. "I suppose I can. Only because you asked me so nicely."
"Good," Sakura said, turning back to scribble in his chart. Though truthfully, she was just trying to buy herself time. Being near him again was bringing back all of those delicious thoughts she had been having over the past few days and her body was responding in anticipation.
From behind her, she could hear him unzipping his Jōnin vest and she shut her eyes. The swish of fabric as it brushed along his body made her toes curl in her shoes. Oh, how she wished she could be the one undressing him. Her fingers were practically itching to get a hold of him.
Once she was sure he had finished, she turned around and felt her stomach plummet to the floor. He stood before her in nothing but a pair of grey boxers that sat so low on his hips she could see exactly where the line of silver hair down from his navel reached. She followed it with her eyes and quickly moved them back up to his face.
Particularly his mask.
Sakura moved his chart in front of her and clasped it with both hands. She cleared her throat and looked pointedly at the strip of fabric around his face. "The mask as well, Hatake-san."
His gaze met hers, eyes narrowed and fiery, and her breath hitched in her throat. He had taken his guard down around her before, lowering his mask to kiss her in the arcade and the alleyway. Both of
those times, however, had been in the cover of the dark. She had seen enough to know he was far too handsome than any man had the right to be but seeing it in the light of the day was making her heart beat just a bit faster.
Kakashi lifted his hands to his face, fingers curling around the edges of the material. He pulled the mask up and slipped it off of his head, tossing it to the chair along with the rest of his clothes. With a quick run of his hand through his hair, he raised an eyebrow and gave her a look that asked, 'Well?'.
Fuck. She had been expecting it and it still caught her off guard to see his face. She let her eyes drift along his features, from the tip of the scar on his cheek, to the slight tan line across his nose.
Sakura was grateful that they were in the hospital at that moment. If they had been anywhere else, grocery store, bar, out in the middle of the woods, wherever, she would have let him fuck her ten ways to Sunday. Instead, she cleared her throat and set his chart down on the rolling table next to the exam bed.
"Have a seat, please," she instructed, proud of herself for keeping her voice from cracking.
As Kakashi slid back along the bed, she looped her stethoscope around her neck and grabbed the otoscope. She turned to him and gave him the same kind of smile she would give an elderly woman coming in for a check-up. "Ready?"
He met her eyes and remained silent. The little curl at the corner of her lips told her more than his words ever could and she stepped forward, positioning herself between his knees before pointing the otoscope at his face. "Open wide, please."
He did as she asked and Sakura inspected his throat and mouth, finding nothing but straight teeth and a pink tongue that made her face flush. Next, she checked his ears and eyes and by the time she laid the otoscope down on the cart, her palms were damp with sweat.
She had never inspected someone she wanted to sleep with so thoroughly. It was the strangest thing that had ever happened to her. And no matter how clinical it all seemed, it didn't change the fact that she was still struggling not to crawl into his lap and have her way with him on the exam bed.
Her frustrations were mounting with every task she performed. His blood pressure was as perfect as a doctor could hope for, pulse was great, and not even so much as a crooked tooth. Regarding his health and appearance, he was a goddamn Adonis and it wasn't fair.
Sakura pulled the rolling stool closer and took a seat, crossing her legs at the knee before setting his chart in her lap. She spent a moment recording her findings and took a deep breath, dreading the next part.
"Have you been having any health issues since your last exam?"
"Nope."
She marked it in his chart and cleared her throat. "Getting enough sleep?"
"I suppose so."
"Taking any medications or daily vitamins?"
"Should I be?"
Sakura looked up at him through her lashes and swallowed back a whimper. She shrugged a shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about it. You seem to be in good health." A glance down at the chart made the blood rush to her face and settle there. "I have to ask you some questions about your sexual health. Are you comfortable with that?"
"Very," he said with a smile she didn't even have to look up to see. It was quite evident in his tone.
"How many sexual partners have you had in the last year?"
"Three."
Sakura's eyebrows lifted in surprise before she could keep herself from reacting and she quickly tried to recover, hoping he hadn't seen her shock. Three seemed like such a small number for someone who looked like he did. He could walk out the door and have most of the straight females in a hundred meter radius if he wanted.
"Are you practicing safe sex?"
"Always."
"Any issues with—"
"Nope."
She looked up at him, her pen stuck to the page of his chart. "You don't even know what I was going to ask."
Kakashi shrugged and leaned back on his hands, his lips twisting in a crooked smirk. "Well, if I have no issues, then it doesn't really matter what you were going to ask." He watched with that infuriating grin as she clicked her pen, set the chart aside and stood to her feet once again. "Is this the part where you tell me to turn my head and cough?"
For the tenth time, a heated blush spread up her chest and she scowled at him. "Since you're confident that you're not having any issues, I'll just skip that part today. Let me look at your side."
With a hand to his shoulder, careful not to touch anywhere that could be in any way, shape, or form sexual, she guided him back on the bed until his head was on the small pillow. She studied the fading bruise across his ribs and gently put her hand above the injury. Almost instantly, he flinched away from her and she looked up at his face. "Did that hurt?"
"No, I'm just a bit ticklish there."
For the second time, her eyebrows lifted in surprise and she pursed her lips to keep from laughing. "Alright, I'll try to avoid that area for now."
"For now?" He asked, glancing down at her hands moving toward his side again.
"Until you're healed," she said, gathering her chakra into her hands as she smiled sweetly to him. "I can't just ignore the fact that you're ticklish."
Kakashi let his head fall back against the bed and though he shook his head, she could see the amusement in his eyes. "You're going to make me regret telling you that, aren't you?"
Sakura grinned as she slipped her chakra into his side, moving over the ribs that had been fractured. The swelling around the muscles and tissue was completely gone and the bones were starting to heal nicely. He would definitely be cleared for missions by the next week and Sakura tried to ignore the little pang of sadness at the thought.
Having him disappear for an indeterminate amount of time, just like Sasuke, would be hard. Especially when she had become used to seeing him so often. Of course, Anbu missions never lasted eleven months or longer, but just knowing he was somewhere she couldn't follow or even know about, had put a damper on her good mood and playfulness.
She pulled her chakra out of his body and moved to his injured arm, tilting it carefully to catch the light. The burns were healing just as nicely as his broken ribs and she saw no sign of infection. He had taken care of himself exactly as she had asked him.
"Slide to the edge of the bed, please." She stepped back and let him move down until his legs were hanging off the edge. He sat up and watched her, his gaze following as she picked up the reflex hammer. Just like the rest of him, his reflexes were perfect. "You can stand, now."
Sakura circled around him and stared at the muscles running down his back. Her fingers twitched at her sides, wanting to run along the length of the cords that stretched beneath his skin. She was so tired of holding back. Knowing their time together was almost up was making her feel a little bit more impatient.
She reached up and put her palm against his spine, right between his shoulder blades. He straightened and turned his head to the side.
"Your posture could use a little work, Hatake-san." She hadn't meant for her voice to be so breathy, but it was hard being this close to him. All she wanted to do was touch him. Her middle finger slowly slid down the center of his back and she watched a shiver roll over his shoulders.
"When you do things like that, it's hard for me to behave."
"Do things like what?" She moved closer to him until her lips were barely brushing along his flesh as she spoke. His skin was cool to the touch, but she felt as if she were surrounded by heat.
In the back of her mind, she could hear that annoying little voice reminding her about rules and boundaries. It knew that she was dangerously close to saying 'fuck it' and doing exactly what she wanted to. The more she allowed herself to touch Kakashi's body, the harder it got to quiet that voice. She needed something to drown it out.
Her hand slid around his side, careful to avoid both his bruise and the place he was ticklish. Her destination was much lower anyway. She spread her fingers across the muscles of his stomach, tracing the shape of his navel before she followed the thin trail of hair down to the band of his boxers.
By now, the voice was screaming in her head. It's not too late to turn back! You don't want to do this!
But she did. Gods, she wanted this more than anything.
Slowly, she inched her fingers between the fabric of his boxers and his waist, her touch exploring as she sighed against his shoulder. Her eyes widened as she found what she had been looking for, already hard and thick. The breath froze in her lungs, her entire body buzzing with delight at the promising length in her palm.
Kakashi let his head fall back with a groan that set her insides on fire. "Sakura," he whispered, making her eyes lift to the back of his head.
Teasingly slow, she ran her hand up his length and back down, beyond pleased with this fine specimen of male anatomy. The gasp he let out as she pulled her hand out of his boxers made a devious smile twist the corners of her lips. She stepped away from him, though her body was begging to do the opposite.
All she had needed was a just a glimpse of what she was working with. It had definitely shut that annoying little voice right up and she could already tell she would be able to conjure up all new fantasies after today.
Kakashi glanced back at her from over his shoulder, his brow pinched in a frown. She watched him slowly turn to face her, the dark look in his eyes pushing her back against the exam bed behind her. His gaze swept over her face, lingering on her lips before lifting to meet her eyes.
The seconds ticked by so slowly, Sakura was afraid time had slowed to a stop. Her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips and she watched him step closer to her, pressing the length of his body against her own. Pushing against her lower stomach, she could feel exactly how hard she had made him, and she swallowed.
He dipped his head toward her, and her breath froze in her lungs, anticipating his kiss. When it never came, she whimpered.
Kakashi lifted a hand to her chin and curled his finger beneath it, tipping her head back so she could look up into his eyes. "I don't think you know how cruel you are to ask me to be on my best behavior when you can tease me all you want."
Her first instinct was to apologize, but she managed to swallow it back and remain quiet, hoping it annoyed him as much as her teasing did. And for some reason, she was feeling bold and decided to listen to the desire racing through her body and not the little voice in the back of her head that had fell silent over the last few minutes.
Sakura slipped her hand between them and hooked her fingers around the waist of his boxers, the back of her knuckles just barely brushing along the base of his cock. As his breath hitched and eyes slid closed, a wicked smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"I'm not teasing you," she whispered, pushing herself up on her tiptoes until her mouth was brushing along his lips. "I just wanted to feel exactly what I've been fantasizing about for the past few weeks."
Faster than she had been ready for, Kakashi's fingers were sinking into her hair and his lips were against hers. His kiss was urgent, and she could taste the craving on his tongue, igniting the fire inside her that she feared would consume her. One hand dropped to her throat, curling briefly around the length of her neck before slipping lower.
He gripped the front of her shirt and jerked the fabric. The first three buttons of her shirt popped free and scattered to the floor. A part of her was worried about trying to explain why her shirt was so damaged, but the feel of his hand dipping into her bra immediately silenced any protest in her mind.
Sakura gasped as he broke their kiss to trail down the length of her jaw and throat. She let her head fall back, eyes scanning the ceiling tiles as he nipped and licked along her collar bone. And when his mouth found her nipple, taut and waiting, her fingers gripped the edge of the bed beneath her so hard, she feared she'd rip through the vinyl.
Kakashi swirled his tongue around her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, letting it go with a soft pop that made her entire body tremble. Once again, his fingers found her hair and he pulled her face to his. "It would be a bad idea to fuck you right now, wouldn't it?"
She whimpered and shook her head, wanting nothing else except being fucked by him right now. Kakashi chuckled softly, resting his forehead against hers as he drew slow circles around her slick nipple with his thumb.
"What about your rules?"
"I can't even remember what they are right now," she admitted with a blush creeping along her throat and face.
"As much as I'd like to bend you over this bed and take you from behind, I don't want our first time being in a hospital room. I want to fuck you properly, for a very long time." His voice was low and every word he spoke only magnified all the lust inside her. She nodded, unable to do anything else, unable to even form a coherent thought in her head. Thankfully, he continued. "Can I see you tonight?"
Again, she nodded but was able to find her words this time. "Yes. I'm off work at six."
Kakashi kissed her, without the same urgency as before. It was soft and tender, and it made her toes curl inside her shoes. Though the desire was still rampant through her veins, Sakura wanted to live in this moment forever. She couldn't remember a time when she felt so wanted.
All too soon, he pulled away and gently traced her bottom lip with his thumb. "Can I come to your house? And not just to pick you up?"
Sakura's throat clamped around any words she could have said. Her brain was trying to keep her from saying something stupid, like 'yes, please come to my house and fuck me senseless'. It was frustrating how even when she was absolutely craving him, her stupid moral voice wouldn't let her give in.
Before she could answer him, Kakashi dipped his head and met her gaze. "I don't want to pressure you and won't do anything you're not ready for. I just want to spend time with you without friends, or a crowded arcade, or a hospital in the way."
She laughed and nodded, her hands pressing against the warmth of his chest. "You can come over. Just give me an hour or so to straighten up. Maybe around eight?"
"It's a date."
AN - So, this will be the last chapter I will tease you with...the next one is definitely going to relieve some of this tension I've been building ;)