Disclaimer: I hope everyone realises that the original cast of Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto

Chapter 25

"Oh come on Azami-chan, you have got to be kidding me!"

"Nope. You're muscle physiotherapy has been progressing fast over the past two weeks – no doubt due to someone's stubbornness – and with the new chakra therapies you're practically back to normal-" she glared at me when I tried to interrupt her, "But, you are still not to return to your shinobi duties for another week. Even if I have to go to Lady Tsunade to order it."

I grumbled but couldn't really stop her. I was just happy to have persuaded her not to keep me in a wheelchair. Kakashi had even agreed with her for once, insisting I should have kept to the wheelchair, but I was adamant about not doing so. Naruto had simply been too happy to have me 'back' again despite my 'mission' injuries. Tsunade had debriefed me herself, as well as interrogating me about the scroll the Sandaime Hokage had left her about my origins. It had taken a while to convince her I spoke the truth, but now at least I knew she was learning to trust me. Still, everyone seemed to be overreacting in my opinion. I was perfectly fine!

Not that I didn't like holidays, but this was hardly a holiday. Right now I was being stopped from my duty, in what I believed to be a crucial time. Thankfully, Kakashi had been assigned to be my guard while I was 'off duty', so we were spending a lot more quality time together. Plus he wanted to look after me and help me should I need it. It was nice to finally have some time to just focus on Kakashi and me. Just the two of us. But goddamnit, I had gotten used to leading an active life, so being waited on hand and foot was leaving me with all this pent up energy not being used.

Which was being channelled to other areas.

So waking up every morning to find Kakashi just leaving the bathroom, droplets of water trailing down his muscular torso, scars alluding to the power his body possessed, and with only a towel around his waist, meant that I was so damn horny right now, and for the first time in history, Kakashi, Kakashi, was saying no to sex.

"But Kakashi-"

"Natsuki, you're still healing," a maskless Kakashi insisted, running his hand through my hair lazily as we lay in bed one Saturday late in the morning. "I don't want to do more harm to you. Azami-san specifically said no strenuous activity, and what you have in mind would definitely be called strenuous."

I rolled my eyes at him, my rational brain not working right now. Having not slept with someone in what felt like forever, and with a perfectly sexy Kakashi just lying there with me, could you really blame a girl? I trailed my hand down his torso, but he grabbed it, kissing it before holding it firmly against his chest. I tried moving my legs, but his legs easily trapped mine. I groaned in frustration, hitting my head – the only part of me that could currently move – against Kakashi's shoulder. He chuckled, running a hand up my back and nipping teasingly at my neck, the bastard, I bet that he was doing this to me on purpose! "Kakashi..."

I got nowhere though, and soon he had to leave for some of his shinobi duties. Apparently, he wasn't the best with handing in mission reports on time, and Iruka was chasing him for them.

So I was left, alone and horny in bed.

Glancing over to my left, I bit my lip contemplating, should I..? After another few minutes I huffed, rolling over to the edge of the bed and reaching into my nightstand drawer. I pulled it out, shocking pink and still in its packaging. Last year's birthday present from Azami, a joke I had thought. The vibrator lay innocently in my hands, I had never used one before, but I needed some form of release. Azami seemed to have thought I needed some form of release too, weirdly enough. Maybe we were a little too close for our own good... nah, it was just Azami.

I was still staring down at the little device, when the opening of my front door grabbed my attention. "Natsuki-chan, I brought you some ramen!"

"Naruto!" ah! He can't find me with this! I tried shoving it back in my nightstand drawer, but in my hurry it fell from my grasp and onto the floor. Naruto's footsteps were at the door now, and my bedroom doorknob was just twisting. Think Natsuki, think! "Er, hang on a minute Naruto-kun, erm, I'm, I'm changing!"

The doorknob stopped moving instantly. "Ehehe, I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

When I heard his footsteps fade I let out a breath, straightening up and trying to ignore how horny I felt right now. How awkward would it be to be horny around your brother? I didn't even want to think about it, did I have time for a cold shower? No, Naruto would be expecting me. Taking another deep breath, I opened my bedroom door and headed into the kitchen to see Naruto already happily digging in to his half of the ramen he had brought. He grinned up at me through a mouthful of ramen, and I smiled back as though I hadn't just been about to masturbate, before digging into the ramen too.

"Are you feeling better Natsuki-chan?" Naruto asked after a particularly loud slurp of ramen.

"I'm fine thank you Naruto-kun."

"Must have been some mission, huh?" he said, before pumping both fists into the air, "One day I'll be going on really dangerous missions too! Dattebayo!"

"Yeah, and you'll beat the bad guys up and save the world," I said, only half-joking.

He nodded, a semi-serious look on his face. "But don't worry, Natsuki-chan will always come first."

I melted a little, and leant around the table and pulled him into a tight hug, having him eagerly return it. "And you'll always come first for me too Naruto-kun."

After a nice lunch with Naruto, where we caught up and I smothered him with loving hugs, he had to leave to train. I was left alone in my apartment again... and my mind was left to wander... back to that little device under the bed... I tried distracting myself. I cleaned the entire apartment, twice. I ordered every book I had in alphabetical order. I went over my accounts and taxes. I even straightened every single framed picture in the apartment, and there were a lot. But eventually I couldn't take it. No, I didn't use the vibrator, I was still a little intimidated about using it. I needed to vent though, so I went to who I deemed the obstacle against Kakashi having sex with me. I called Azami. She picked up after two rings, answering in her usually cheerful manner, "Hello?"

In the most dead-panned tone, I said, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you, Azami-chan."

"Oh that's easy, because you love me silly!" I growled at her over the phone. "Someone sounds frustrated."

"You have no idea..."

"So, why do you want to kill me?"

"You practically made Kakashi think that going further than kissing me is going to injure me again!" I whined, flopping back onto my sofa. "I think I'm going to implode from my need to have him, and I think he knows it too. He keeps teasing me and- stop laughing Azami-chan! Imagine if Gai withheld sex from you."

I heard a sudden silence over the phone, before Azami's voice returned, a serious tone at last heard. "You're right, this is serious. You poor darling, I'm so sorry. Forgive me, I was just being overly cautious. You should be fine really, I just wanted to give you time to really rest properly; no missions."

"I'll forgive you if you can think of some way to help me."

"Well, you could try seducing him."

I pulled the phone from my ear, looking at it as incredulously as I would have if Azami was here, "Are you mad? When in my life have you ever heard me mention successfully seducing a man?"

"... None, but there's always a first time! Maybe?"

"You're confidence in me is truly inspiring." I said dryly.

"Alright, well, I don't think you want to hear some of the things I do to make Gai hot," I shuddered at the thought, "But maybe try something simpler. Like, don't wear underwear or something, and let him know. Oh, I know! Dress up and go out tonight, and look ravishing. Kakashi-san get's jealous, right? Imagine how he'll react to not only seeing you look stunning, but to seeing other guys find you stunning too."

I bit my lip in thought, "But I'm not... exactly... 'stunning'."

"Psh! He loves you, you look beautiful no matter what delusions you think of yourself." Azamisaid, "Wear that dress I got you for the date he stood you up on. The green one. It's got in-built support, so you can go bra-less too, if you're feeling brave. And let your hair down, it looks lovely down."

I pictured myself trying to act sexy in the dress, but could only see me making a fool of myself. Oh well, I'd trust Azami's judgement and hope for the best. We continued chatting for a few minutes while she finished giving me my instructions, but I said a quick goodbye when I heard the front door open and saw Kakashi stroll into the apartment. I set the phone down and grinned at him, walking up and wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him down for a quick kiss. But a quick kiss was rarely just a quick kiss with Kakashi, when we had time at least. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against him, one hand trailing down my back heading for my butt. A couple of hours ago and I would have relished the opportunity, but right now I wanted to payback Kakashi for leaving me feeling so frustrated like he had done.

Pulling away from Kakashi before he could really deepen the kiss, and slipping out of his arms, I smiled when I heard his protesting groan. He reached for me again, but I dodged his hands, grinning up at him cheekily. "Somebody's in a good mood."

"Get dressed," I told him, "Into something smart."

"Why?"

"Because we are finally going out on our first date ever. Don't even think of disagreeing with me, I am bored and I have a lovely dress that has been dying to leave this apartment as much as I have, since someone stood both of us up before." Kakashi rolled his eyes but nodded his head. "Well go get dressed and come back here when you're done. When I've finished dressing up, we'll go out to this barbeque place Azami's been yammering on about."

Kakashi pecked my forehead before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. I grinned excitedly, before running back to my bedroom. I was actually looking forward to this girly routine! I quickly stripped, taking Azami's sometimes risky advice and forgoing the underwear also, before slipping into the emerald dress itself. It fell to my knees, nipping in at my waist nicely, and supporting my bust in a way which made me look like I had a bust worth noticing. Ego boost! I had just slipped into my one and only pair of heels, black stilettos – Azami said if I was only going to have one pair of heels, that the one pair had to be a killer pair – when I heard the familiar sound of someone teleporting into the living room.

"Kakashi?"

"Yeah, it's me." I heard his lazy drawl reply, making me smile automatically. I quickly made a shadow clone to start on my hair, brushing it free from its knots, while I hurriedly applied the small amount of make-up Azami had recommended. I might be going about a girly routine, but that didn't mean I wanted to keep Kakashi waiting for too long. A final check in the mirror, and I think I was done, and looking quite lovely, if I said so myself. This dress made me look sufficiently curvy, without exposing too much cleavage. Not that I had much in the first place. Now what? How exactly was I supposed to make Kakashi aware I was sans underwear like Azami suggested?

Think Natsuki, think.

Hmm...

I've got it! Not exactly subtle, but hey, I was surprised I could think of anything at all this quickly. Plus, Kakashi wasn't the greatest with subtlety sometimes anyway.

Stepping out of my bedroom, I stood in sight of Kakashi, who was dressed in a dark shirt and trousers, his mask pooled around his neck right now. The gobsmacked look on his face was priceless and so ego-boosting, but I plastered on a nervous expression onto my face. "Kakashi, does this dress make me look fat?"

Kakashi blinked a couple of times before answering, "No, you look beautiful. Why would you ask that?"

"Because I could fit into this dress fine before. This time I had to go without my underwear to fit into it. Maybe I gained some weight?" It seemed the inner perv in Kakashi – which wasn't that well hidden in the first place – had popped up at what I'd just said. Kakashi's jaw was now hanging open slightly while his darkening grey eyes raked over my body from head to toe, being very obvious in his checking me out. "Kakashi-kun?"

He audibly gulped, "You look- I- I don't think you've put on any weight. You look beautiful- no underwear? Really?"

I nodded, smiling slightly at him. Skipping to Kakashi, I pulled up his mask and looped my arm with his, "So, shall we go to that restaurant then?"

Silently he nodded, and I had a feeling that tonight was going to be a good night.

The evening had gone perfectly. Usually embarrassed to be the centre of attention, I relished in it tonight. I should make a shrine to this dress. Men's eyes followed me as I walked for once, and Kakashi was right beside me glaring at every single stray eye that lingered for 'too long'. Jiraiya, who happened to be passing by, even got a punch from Kakashi. Not because his nose had started bleeding when he spotted me, but because Kakashi had spotted the old sage pulling out his notebook to scribble in. We hadn't even made it to the restaurant by this point. When we did reach the restaurant, it wasn't much different, except now I was sitting down, and the waiters were more at liberty to flirt 'subtly' with me.

I had never seen Kakashi glare at so many people before. Oh, I felt so special. I love Kakashi, and I know that he loves me, and however big I was on 'girl-power' it was still lovely to occasionally see the jealous side of your man as he fiercely 'protected' you from wandering eyes. Dinner started off awkwardly, what with interruptions from the waiters to check we were alright, but once the food arrived, conversation flowed more freely, and for the first time since we'd left the apartment, Kakashi smiled. I was glad he was enjoying our first date, despite the staring. It wasn't awkward like most first dates were, but it still felt special nonetheless.

After our meal – which Kakashi insisted on paying for fully – he took my hand in his and proceeded to lead us back to the apartment, at a slow walk. We kept talking quietly to each other, ignoring everyone around us... to an extent, since Kakashi did keep on glaring at anyone who stared at me for too long. It was good to be able to have a long evening focusing on nothing but each other. And when we reached the apartment, the minute he shut the door, I pushed Kakashi against the door, pulled off his mask and proceeded to give him the most passionate kiss I had. My hands were running through his hair, making the already wild mane wilder, and Kakashi reciprocated just as enthusiastically. His arms pulled me against him again, one hand sliding down to squeeze my butt, making me squeak in surprise.

"You really did go out without underwear," Kakashi groaned, gripping my hips tightly.

I grinned up at him, dropping my arms to rest on his shoulders but still playing with his hair. Kakashi really was handsome, and he was all mine! I pecked him lightly on the lips, before staring straight into Kakashi's grey eyes, close enough now to see that there were flecks of silver and the darkest of blues amidst all that dark grey. But one little peck wasn't enough for Kakashi – of course – and I found myself being the one pressed against the door, Kakashi's body pressing against mine in the loveliest of ways, while his hands ran up and down my body. Up to just below my breasts, and down not quite far enough to reach my butt again. It was frustrating and teasing and wonderful all at once, especially with his mouth distracting mine the way it was.

I didn't even give a damn right now if Kakashi was acting out something he'd read in his precious Icha Icha books.

Kakashi's hands finally wandered further down, reaching around my left thigh and hitching my leg up around his hips, allowing him to press his body closer to mine. I was pretty much depending on Kakashi to keep us balanced, but it wouldn't be the first time we fell over. His lips left mine, trailing down my neck and attaching to my pulse point as I took the chance to take in some much needed oxygen. "Kashi-kun..." my head fell back as I succumbed to whatever Kakashi wanted, letting him nip, lick and suck at my exposed neck and shoulders. Wasn't I supposed to be the one seducing him? Oh well, maybe this is the successful results.

Enough was enough though, and if this was going to continue, I'd rather make love to Kakashi in a bed. I pushed him lightly, letting my leg drop down. Kakashi's pout didn't last long though, when I intertwined our fingers and led him to the bedroom. I had barely crossed into the room when Kakashi had scooped me up into his arms and dumped us both on the bed, before picking up from where we had – briefly – left off. I struggled to take Kakashi's shirt off, what with his hands which were creeping up my dress were distracting me, making my hands tremble with excitement. He wasn't exactly helping either, enjoying the shivers he was causing, going by the smirk on Kakashi's face when I looked.

"Kashi-kun... get that stupid shirt off!" I growled. Kakashi's chuckle sent a wave of his hot breath over my collarbone, making goose bumps appear on my skin. Nonetheless, he sat back onto his heels and quickly removed his shirt, tossing it over one shoulder, before bringing his body back over mine. My hands explored the newly exposed flesh, feeling every scar within reach, Kakashi's muscles twitch beneath my fingers, and I listened to his deep groan when I lightly scraped my nails down his chest. Kakashi fingered the zip on the side of my dress, grinning seductively at me as he dragged it down ever so slowly, drawing my lips to his again. As suddenly as I was pulling Kakashi in for another deep kiss, he was suddenly out of my arms and leant on the wall farthest away from me, eyes wide and chest heaving as he caught his breath. I was dazed for another second, before I glared at Kakashi, "What are you doing all the way over there?"

"We-We can't Natsuki-chan," Kakashi groaned, closing his eyes, "You're still healing and-"

"Azami-chan said it would be okay. I already asked her!" Kakashi sent me a disbelieving look, making me groan in frustration. I crawled up to my nightstand and threw the phone at Kakashi, "Call her yourself then if you don't believe me."

Kakashi watched me for a second, before quickly dialling in Azami-chan's number – she had made him memorize it for emergency purposes – while I shuffled back to lean against the head rest and crossed my arms angrily. How could he stop right then? It was so bloody unfair. I was glaring down at my half-unzipped dress angrily. Maybe this dress was cursed to always put something between Kakashi and me? Nah, I didn't believe in things like that that much. Still, it was something to safely glare at, because angry or not, if I looked at the half-naked Kakashi right now I'd probably jump him. His voice was a quiet mumble as he talked on the phone, but I drowned it out by mentally calling him every name I could think of. I even called him a poo-poo-head.

Yes, a poo-poo-head.

I went there.

A shadow fell over me amidst my mental tantrum, and I looked up and straight into Kakashi's dark eyes, heavy with love and lust. His hand cupped the side of my face, pulling me into a short chaste kiss, before pulling back to look at me. "No more interruptions Natsuki-chan."

"Really?" I asked, a smile already working its way onto my face as I felt his hand slide down my neck and back to the zipper of my dress.

"I promise," he said before following the path of his hand with his lips.

I wrapped my arms around his lean torso, pulling him down to lie on top of me contently with the smile still firmly in place. At last...

AN: so... lemon, no lemon in next chapter? Comment people!