The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn – Chapter 12: Hold Me Close
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return."
A/N: Despite my incredible tiredness, I am back! And I come bearing fanfiction! Mostly because it's something I have to do or I feel incredibly guilty…Good news! I have a Costa Coffee card, so I can drink a hell of a lot more coffee than I do already and fuel my addiction to the stuff because I get some kind of points thing so I can drink more coffee and yeah! I'm happy. Which means you'll be happy shortly, because it means I want to write! If all goes according to plan, then we get some very cute stuff coming up shortly. But for now, we get what some of us have been waiting for…some lime! Yay! Song of the chapter is 'Because the Night' by Cascada for obvious reasons…highly inappropriate ones. It's sexah time! Because it's amazaaah! I think my brain just melted onto the carpet :P I love writing (almost) sex scenes far too much.
This is thinking/dreaming.
This is regular story.
This is author's note.
This is title
Warnings: Here be lime! You know the lemon system right? What, you don't? Well, allow me to explain it in annotated detail! Alright, you have lime, which is kissing, touching, groping, blow/hand/rim jobs, everything up to full penetrative sex. Then you have lemon, which is full on penetrative sex with anything, penis or otherwise. With lemons you have different categories, ranging from 'vanilla' (boring and tame for a sex scene) to 'kinky as fuck' (bondage, bdsm, all kinds of lovely kinks, etc.) to non con (non consensual, i.e. rape). So, here be lime!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto for obvious reasons, the main one being two characters are about to engage in certain…activities. And Naruto is a shounen series. No matter how much fanservice it contains, it will never contain this kind of sex scene (which is exactly why we fangirls like to create smex videos…heheh…). Don't sue me, Kishimoto!
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Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel when I'm in your hand
Take my hand, come under cover
They can't hurt you now
Can't hurt you now
Can't hurt you now
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"Good morning, Iruka-sensei," Kakashi drawled, his face close to mine. I could feel a pressure on my waist, a hand trailing over my bare skin, raising goosebumps along my flesh. I shivered into his hand, wiggling my body closer to his. The hand slunk lower, gliding over the skin of my behind, curving round to grip my thigh and pull it up.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, tentatively reaching out a hand to touch the broad, flat planes of his chest. His skin was so pale compared to mine, so fine and soft but still manly. A heavenly smell radiated from him, enveloping me in a cocoon of Kakashi's unique scent. A smile crossed my face as I leaned in to kiss his chest, but suddenly stopped when I felt his hand sink lower.
"My, my, Iruka-sensei. That's quite the hard-on you have," He whispered, a finger trailing up my heated flesh. I gasped, throwing my head back as the hand grasped my erection, moving slowly. "You like this, don't you?"
"Mmm, Kakashi, I-"
"You like it when I touch you, when my hands are all over your body," His voice was pure sex as his hand increased the speed and pressure on my member, the other hand moving up to caress my face. His touch was electric, sending jolts of intense pleasure through every cell in my body. Even through his mask, I could see him smirking. Somehow, that made his touches all the more potent, knowing that he was enjoying this too. His touch was impossibly good and all too soon I reached my climax, spilling my seed into his hand. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"N-no, it wasn't," The hand on my face covered my eyes, and I felt his breath ghost across my lips before his own impossibly soft lips connected with mine in a small, chaste kiss. "I lo-
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I woke up slowly, relishing the warmth on my body. I never really woke up so warm at home in my own bed, so this was a rarity. I snuggled closer to the source of warmth, inhaling a lungful of that addictive smell, fists curling in-
Wait, where was my quilt?
My eyes popped open, and I realised with horror that I was half sprawled across Kakashi-sensei, my head resting on his chest. I resisted the urge to scream.
"Good morning, Iruka-sensei," Kakashi drawled from somewhere behind my head, and suddenly the dream came rushing back to me. My whole body tensed, and my eyes widened.
No. No, I absolutely did not dream anything like that, that was perverse and disgusting and sick and wrong and about Kakashi-sensei. My colleague. Who I had to work with. My male colleague that I had to work with. I was not allowed to have sex dreams about him!
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, which, to my horror, swung open.
"Sensei, can we go for breakfast now or do we-" The student stopped in mid sentence, eyes as wide as dinner plates as she took in the scene before her; the two of us, apparently naked in a bed together, my head resting on Kakashi's chest. She giggled and backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Shit.
I sat bolt upright, head swaying with the sudden head rush. My hands tangled in my hair, a look of horror contorting my features. Shit, now the entire student population would think Kakashi and I were a couple within a matter of hours. As if accidentally snuggling wasn't enough, another human being had to witness it.
I was still finding it hard to wrap my head around both the dream and the snuggling. Why the hell would I be dreaming something so-
Erotic? Sensual? Stimulating? Tsunade's very unhelpful voice called from the back of my mind. No, it certainly wasn't erotic, sensual or stimulating. I was just repressed, and Kakashi was just there. A convenient other body. Just a face attached mistakenly to a fictitious object of my desires.
But I had enjoyed the dream. And it was undeniably Kakashi in the dream doing those things to me. What did that say about me?
Once again, I was being forced to ask uncomfortable questions about my own sexuality. Kakashi was definitely a man in the dream, his voice it's normal deep, sensual tone, the pure sex in his voice sending shivers down my spine and-
Not going there right now. The early morning was definitely not the time for such questions, and I was certainly not in the right place to ask myself those questions. I'd do that later, at home, with a bottle of wine.
"Maa…you ready to get up yet?" Kakashi's voice asked from across the room. I hadn't even noticed him moving. I watched him through the curtain of my hair as he straightened his mask, picked up his shirt from the floor and began to button it shut, sealing away that flat, firm chest that I'd been resting my head on just minutes before.
Damn, I wasn't supposed to be thinking like that. I slipped out of bed, grasping my own clothes from the floor and turning my back to him as I dressed. I felt eyes on me the entire time, or at least, I thought I did. It could have been my perverted and paranoid imagination.
"Have you seen my hair tie?" I said, digging through my pockets. I couldn't find it anywhere. I crouched on the floor, scanning the carpet for the little band of black elastic.
"I can't see it," He replied. "Just leave it down, it really suits you," Embarrassingly, my cheeks flushed red. I looked away, furiously hiding my blush. He wasn't making me blush with his stupid compliments in his stupid sexy voice. That was ridiculous.
"We should see about feeding the students," I said stiffly. I straightened up, casting all my thoughts and doubts about myself, my emotions, Kakashi-sensei and my sexuality to the back of my mind, and walked out of the door.
The minute I emerged, all the students went mysteriously silent.
"Good morning, kids. Did you all sleep well?" I spoke loudly, trying to alleviate some of the tension that crept into the room.
"Uh yes, Sensei. Did you?" One girl spoke up, cheekily grinning.
"Adequately. Now, due to our circumstances, we're going to have to go to the staff canteen in the main part of the research station for breakfast," I paused, eyes sweeping the students. "The bad news is, the snow is about a foot and a half deep, and none of us are equipped for snow, so we're going to have to run across the courtyard,"
The students let out a collective moan at the prospect of getting cold and wet. A few shivered in their thin jackets. I felt awful for making them go outside, but it had to be done.
"And then we can have a snowball fight after breakfast!" Kakashi announced cheerfully from behind me. "Who can tell me what the velocity of a snowball travelling six point three two metres in four and a half seconds?"
"One point four zero four four metres per second!" The class chorused.
"Correct! You can decide on our snowball match: students versus students or students versus teachers?"
"Students versus teachers!" They shouted brightly, a few giggling.
"Alright, after breakfast, Iruka-sensei and I are team one, and all of you are team two. Whoever hits the opposite team with the most snowballs wins!" Kakashi said happily, his eye curving up into its own little smile. I couldn't help but smile myself. He was so adorable when he got like that. "Now, to breakfast!"
The students raced down stairs, throwing on shoes and socks. The doors flew open, letting in a few falling snowflakes. The kids hopped through the snow like porpoises, occasionally falling down and brushing the snow off themselves before darting off again towards the main facility. There was something about snow that made me so happy, despite my awkward morning. I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly very cold.
A pair of arms scooped me up, and their owner began jogging across the courtyard. I squeaked in surprise.
"Kakashi-sensei! Put me down at once!" I laughed, too happy to protest seriously. Instead, I clung onto the front of his shirt, gloriously wrapped up in his arms. "What will the students think?"
"I don't really care," He said, smiling down at me. The rocking motion of his arms as he ran was soothing and warming, and I forgot all about being cold.
I was almost disappointed when he put me down on the doorstep of the main facility, a few students shooting us fangirlish looks. I ignored them, walking inside with Kakashi in tow. The inside of the building was wonderfully warm, the efficient heating system driving the chill from all of us. Breakfast wasn't bad either, even if the canteen was only serving toast and jam with no butter.
During the snowball fight, Kakashi and I got utterly destroyed by the kids, and ended up dripping wed and frozen to the core. I was so exhausted by the time the road was cleared enough for a new coach to come and collect us that I didn't even care that we had to share a blanket.
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A/N: See, snow makes everything better! I was actually smiling the whole time I was writing this, because I absolutely love snow. Even though it is horribly inconvenient, there is something about snow that brings out the inner child – white powdery stuff falling from the sky, easy to make into balls to throw at each other, make into snow angels, make snowmen, it's just so magical :D And of course, it opens the door for all kinds of snuggling inside in the warm with your beloved (doesn't it, Iruka? :3 ). Ooh, and hot chocolate :D yum… So, reviews make me happy :3 so do it! Pleasy pleasy please? I did give you a lime, after all…
