So Hot And Steamy

"You sure are a screamer," he murmured and my face just alighted with a renewed fervour.

The innuendo was tangible but instead I buried my face in his neck where the scent of spearmint just radiated.

I could have imagined it but the shudder that went through him, vibrated through his arms and his breath came out slightly shaky.

"So you'll be coming tomorrow?" I mumbled my face still a bright red as Takashi settled me in my chair.

"Tomorrow and then next," he promised, his eye crinkling reassuringly, his hand rubbing my head before he turned to leave.

"Thank you," I whispered, staring out of the window rather than his retreating back.

I didn't need to look at him to feel his smirk.

"I've read that particular title; the sex is good," the laughter was down the corridor before I even tried to attempt at bringing my face out of the haven of my hands.

God, he was so embarrassing!

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"You're still hitting it wrong."

I wheezed out a breath as I stepped back from the punching back. I shot a look over my shoulder, irritable.

"Well then, tell me how to do it," I huffed, twisting my wrists as the ache seemed to go all the way to my bones.

Takashi chuckled before he set himself up behind me.

"Get yourself in position," he ordered, his breath just skating over the sweat at the nape of my neck.

I shivered but still set with my body side on in front of the punching bag, ignoring the blatant tone of his voice.

There was a delicate tickle down my waist before hands grasped my hips and manoeuvred them this way and that until finally the anal trainer was satisfied.

Then I felt the way his palms traced back up to settle on my shoulders and there was another shudder that trickled down my spine as his heavy, hot hands rested partially on skin and partially on my sports top.

"You shouldn't be so tense," he murmured in my ear and I tensed even further much to my embarrassment.

The gym was almost empty but as Takashi was the owner and main trainer, we got to stay for longer than it was open. Almost alone.

"J-just tell me what to do, idiot," I wheezed out, trying to tamp down on my heartbeat that I could hear thundering in my ears.

"You should be hitting that bag with you first two knuckles," his hands smoothed down the bumps of scar tissue on my arms until he held my wrists.

I didn't breathe, didn't move.

If I did, I was sure to lose this contact.

His long, thin fingers were rearranging my fist.

"And I thought I told you, keep your thumb out of your fist?" his chiding voice really flew over my head as I just focussed on the grumblings of his low voice that sent vibrations to…

Ahem, lower places.

"So tell me," I retorted softly, my eyes pretending to be entirely focussed on the black skin of the punching bag rather than the sound waves skating over my sensitive skin.

Swallowing, I curled my hands into fists, trying to loosen my body up to punch the bag again.

There had been this tentative back and forth between me and Takashi for the past week and a half, meeting every other day for my 'recuperation'.

Takashi breathed out a laugh before stepping away, my body already mourning the loss of his body heat in this crazy cold gym. What temperature did they keep it on anyway? Minus twenty?

I gritted my teeth as I shot my arm forward with a smack feeling a jolt of pain resonate up my arm until it jolted with my shoulder.

"Shit!" I cursed, cradling my hand, trying not to move the joints.

"Jenny?" his hands, without permission, flushed a heat within me like usual that couldn't be cooled with normal techniques, gently grabbed my wrist.

Not even a cold shower much to my chagrin.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I continued to grind my teeth together from the pain.

Takashi cursed as his black eye took in my red, swollen hand underneath all the embarrassingly sweaty bandages.

"I knew that bare knuckle boxing was too trying for you, but did I listen? No, I just had…" Takashi continued to mutter to himself as he pulled me and my stiff legs quickly over to his bag where he snapped a little packet that instantly began to harden and freeze.

Laying it out gently over my knuckles, he ordered me tersely to stay as he locked everything up.

I sighed as I sat down, resting my aching legs, the base of my spine feeling especially tender.

Maybe I had been pushing it too far. But it wasn't like I got to spend any other time with him ever since Neil had been taking Takashi back to the gym.

I glared balefully at the boxing ring right in the centre of this basement gym. Why did it have to be there?

I glanced back down at the ice pack still laying ominously over my bruised knuckles, my fingers picking at it to lift it before it got slapped out of the way by a disappointed hand.

I cowed under the feel of his glare.

"You ready?" he asked, his hand already slinging both mine and his gym bag over his shoulder.

I nodded glumly as I followed him out of the door.

There was a definite snick as he locked up the gym before he led me over to his bike.

That was one benefit of coming to Takashi for physical training, I mused as I stuffed the helmet on over my face, squishing my cheeks.

There was a chuckle in front of me and snapped my head up in time to see the visor flick down on Takashi's helmet.

"You were laughing!" I accused, my hands grasped my hips, my eyes narrowed.

Although it shamed me to admit it, the sight of a man astride a black motorcycle was just so hot that I was trying very hard to maintain the infuriated façade. But my attraction to him was made all the more worse as his helmet hid more than his mask and kept me guessing, especially when it muffled his voice.

Wrenching his helmet off with the grace of a model, when he flicked out his hair, I thought I would faint if he did one more seductive move like that.

He swung his leg back over his bike so that he stood toe to toe with me, making me second guess his feelings.

Dammit, he had more mood swings that a girl on her period! First he was angry at me for overworking myself, now he was laughing at me?

There was just no pleasing the man!

"Just your face looks like a puffa fish," his finger bopped my nose before flicking my own visor down too.

He straddled his noble steed again.

His eye skimmed over my form, seeming to contemplate something.

I knew when he decided as he grabbed my wrist to hurry me onto the bike, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"We're heading to my place," my heart skipped a beat. "You stink, you need a shower and I can't trust you won't do something stupid without my help."

Or maybe not. Maybe my heart just went and died in my chest and I need it cremated.

"Awh, you're so mean Kakashi," I slipped, my eyes wide, I straightened, just waiting for Takashi's reaction.

Nothing.

The only warning that he was going was a quick rev of the powerful engine between my thighs.

I squealed, holding on for dear life, my fingers gripping the leather of his jacket so tightly.

It was when we were pulling up that I started to feel the dreaded numbness of my thighs leading down to my calves.

While I could walk again, there were some moments when I just…fell? Legs felt like wood? I don't know, but it was either a painful or annoying.

Actually they could be categorised in both.

But for the most part it was annoying as we pulled up in front of a block of flats and Takashi was waiting for me to swing my leg over.

I didn't move. My arms remained tightly locked around him, my fingers just creaking the leather in their death like grip.

"Jenny, you know you are going to have to let go of me, right?" his voice was amused and I felt his arms curl up before there was a click and a sigh of relief as his head was released.

"My legs…" I trailed off, embarrassed.

I felt his back soften.

"They not working again?"

I nodded.

"You need me to carry you in?"

Another nod.

There was a sigh and I ducked my head lower in embarrassment before there were hands gripping my leg and wrapped around my waist, hefting me up and over his shoulder.

My voice was muffled with my helmet over my head but I thought I got my indication of my displeasure across, especially with my fists banging against his back.

"Puff mef foun!"

"Hmmm? What was that?" Takashi asked sweetly and I used one of my fists to really whack his back. "You saying you want to continue like this or a little while longer?"

We started to climb some stairs, digging his shoulder blade further into my squishy stomach and realising my folly yanked off my helmet.

"What is it with you and males so determined to prove their masculinity? Are you so insecure?" I taunted, letting the helmet dangle between my fingers. "Are you coming out of the closet soon?"

My question wasn't only to tease him, more like I was trying to jog his memory.

I had remembered on one of our past encounters, briefly that I had made the same comment as we were walking down stairs instead of up them.

I felt his muscles tense under me and there was a trip that had me squealing in horror as I hadn't regained feeling in my legs so were all but a dead weight.

There was a snort before we continued up the steps of the flat block.

"…that was mean," I muttered burying myself in the black t-shirt that Takashi wore for our work outs.

"So is insulting a man's sexual orientation, but at least now we have both learned something," there was a chink as metal keys were brought out and inserted into various locks.

I tried to peer over my shoulder but found it exceedingly difficult with my legs being reluctant to move.

"How many freaking locks to you have?" I demanded as we finally entered his humble abode.

"Many," Takashi responded cryptically before he reoriented me with a dizzying sickness that had all the blood rushing out of my head.

"Whoa," I clamped a hand on my temple, clenching my eyes shut to stop the spinning.

"I'll get you a glass of water," I heard footsteps receding before they were approaching me again.

"This is why you should never carry a lady over your shoulder," I muttered bitterly, gulping a couple of swallows eagerly.

"Lady? Where?" he looked around desperately. "I need to make sure I get a picture of her knickers!"

I giggled in spite of myself, batting at his arm chidingly.

It was a running joke of sorts.

Another one of our tentative footsteps towards the other while giving no ground ourselves. So much pussyfooting, it was actually unreal.

There was a familiar sensation of pins and needles flooding through my legs before there was another, less than pleasant feeling of a throbbing like someone was continually punching my leg to deaden it.

"I think my legs are coming back again," I groaned in annoyance as I went through the physical therapy to try and build up the nerves again or some shit.

I bent down and unlaced my shoes, palming off the trainers as I began to flex and relax my toes with the difficulty of pushing them through five kilograms worth of treacle. I then moved to my ankles after three tedious sets.

I was trying not to be aware of Takashi who was just leaning on the sofa's back, staring at me.

"You got something to say?" I asked, not once looking away from my legs, even though I knew that they didn't need my constant attention.

That was probably the wrong thing to say as Takashi jerked before leaping off the couch in the direction of what I assumed was the kitchen.

"I'll call your brother and tell him the situation," he called through the open doorway.

"Could I also crash here?" I blurted.

However, when my words caught up with me, I flinched my cheeks flooding with the blood that seemed a common occurrence nowadays.

The tousled grey hair flopped around the doorway with an arching eyebrow.

"It-it's just that my little cousins are around and I," I tried to finish but instead I just averted my eyes instead to my knee exercises. "You know what? Just forget I said-"

"Sure."

My head snapped up, my eyes widening hopefully.

"What?" I cleared my throat to try and remove the hoarseness. "I mean, um, I can stay?"

"Sure," Takashi repeated as he retreated around into the kitchen again, "I can make up the sofa bed and you can have my bed."

"Oh no," I tried to interrupt hurriedly, "I don't want to intrude too badly-"

The droopy eye was around the door jamb again.

"Jenny."

I shut my mouth, cowed.

"Yeah, I know," I muttered beginning to spread my legs before closing them again, working on my thighs, "you don't need to tell me, I'm being stupid."

There was a pause and I glanced up in time to see the retreating red face.

I cocked my head to the side. What just happened?

Feeling confident enough that my legs would support me, I tentatively pushed myself up to follow where Takashi had gone.

I found him sitting at an island, a hand held hesitantly in his hand, his thumb seeming to pause over various numbers before prodding them in reluctantly.

I chuckled, leaning against the doorjamb, my hip cocked out arrogantly as I smirked.

Takashi didn't even bother acknowledging me, just this thumb seemed to move surer and even punched the green call button, almost like he was saying 'yeah, suck that!'

I giggled at his immaturity and even gave a mock pout when he didn't find the energy to turn around to acknowledge me.

Anyone could have heard when Neil picked up because it was a shout and it was immediately.

"WHERE IN THE HELL IS JENNY? YOU SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT HER HOME HALF AN HOUR AGO!" Neil ranted, "I HAVE BEEN CALLING HER PHONE BUT SHE ISN'T ANSWERING! IS SHE IN HOSPITAL? HAVE YOU TIED HER TO YOUR BED AND YOU HAVING YOUR WICKED WAY WITH HER? YOU SICK PERVERT! I CAN'T BELIEVE I TRUSTED YOU WITH HER-"

Finally losing patience, I snatched the phone out of Takashi's hand, bored, talking into the phone over Neil's tantrum.

"I'm fine, I haven't died, Takashi offered me a shower at his place and a movie marathon." I picked at my nails while I felt Takashi's glower trying to tear my face off, "I'm staying at his, so I'll see you tomorrow to feed the brats."

Just as I was ending the call I heard the cursing and the yell of "TRAITOR!" before it ended with a bleep.

My eyes glanced round until they found the cradle which I just let it click into place.

Peering over my shoulder, I saw Takashi's mask hanging low on his neck. My breath caught.

God, no woman could ever get used to a sight like that, so rugged, so manly, so…just SO.

Clearing my throat, I awkwardly moved to the doorway.

"Could I have a towel please? I'm going to take that shower you told me I so desperately need," I called over my shoulder while heading to my gym bag that seemed to have all in essentials.

If I wanted, I could have called it my zombie survival pack barring the inclusion of random weapons.

I just managed to pack almost everything from pyjamas to two sets of outfits and even a pair of shoes.

Rummaging right to the bottle, I gave a small grin when I found my weapon of choice.

Hearing footsteps nearing me, I smoothed my face over into one of blandness.

Step one on getting Takashi to admit it was going to come into action.

Flicking my braid over my shoulder, I faced the too handsome man with a brave face. Or as brave as I could manage without looking constipated. It was a very fine line.

I accepted the threadbare towel with a gentle hand that I had made sure to brush against his own that looked ready to bolt.

Giving him an easy grin I headed to the bathroom where I spotted the toilet through the open doorway.

"Don't worry Takashi, I don't bite," I called over my shoulder.

Turning to close the door, I noticed something odd.

"Um, where is the lock?" I opened and closed the door as if that would magically let the mechanism finally appear.

"Ex-girlfriend broke it," he commented mildly as he picked up a book from the coffee table, slouching into the couch.

I waited.

Then waited some more.

Finally, Takashi's eyes glanced up at me curiously.

"Wh-why would she break it?" I asked, my finger nail just chipping off some of the cheap paint.

He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes just focussing on the lines in his book again.

"Who knows," he snorted, flipping a page.

I huffed out a breath before closing the door, a little more harshly than it deserved but still I began to strip out of my clothes, placing my shampoo bottles on the floor while I undid my braid and various articles of clothing.

I smirked to myself in the mirror, if this scent didn't catch him out, then nothing ever would.

However, I couldn't help but turn down the corners of my mouth in displeasure at the sight of the cramped bathroom. It literally was a closet with a little cubby carved out for the shower.

I snorted as I clambered into the tight cubicle, my keen eyes already spying the green bottle which I knew was loaded up with tea tree smelling shower gel.

I switched the shower on to full blast, already anticipating the slightly more powerful dribble. Honestly, it was worse than a hostel shower!

Shaking my head, I began to wet and lather my hair with the mango scented shampoo.

Like a past failure of mine, I found it difficult to tell what would be too much sensory overload and what wouldn't be.

However, disaster stuck when I felt my legs beginning to numb again.

Eye popping out of my skull, I dashed out of the cubicle, clashing my elbow against the wall harshly and with a bang.

Then worse came to worse when I felt my legs just stop working and I tripped on the lip of the shower bottom, clashing my knees harshly on the floor.

I cried out.

There were immediate knocks at the door.

"Jenny?" Takashi's voice called through the door.

I gritted my teeth as I glanced back at my now useless legs. So caught up in my annoyance, I hadn't realised how truly worried he was and was unprepared for the moment when he came charging through the door, stopping as soon as he saw my naked body sprawled out on the floor.

Then his bare nose twitched when he caught the scent and his eye widened further.

"…the bloody mangoes," he cursed, coming further into the room, grabbing the towel on the floor cover over my back despite it only being my bottom that was on show.

"Takashi," I whined pitifully, looking up at him hopefully.

His mouth turned down.

"Hell no!"

I pouted, pushing myself to my elbows, conscious of keeping my decency.

Takashi wavered before steeling himself annoyingly again.

"Your brother would kill me if he knew that I had touched you while you were naked," he growled, his hands on his hips.

My pout increased.

"What Neil doesn't know won't hurt him," I tempted him.

"When we get together-" his lips clamped shut.

But the damage was done. My ears perked.

"Oh? What was that?" my mouth had formed into a grin as my elbows propped me up further, now not caring whether I was hiding anything. "I think you remember a hell of a lot more than you are telling me, Kakashi."

His eyes widened just in time for me to feel my legs begin the sensation of pins and needles.

Deciding to press my advantage, I shakily brought myself to my feet and what you can't fault Kakashi on is chivalry.

For just as my noodle like legs were going to give way, a strong arm clamped around my waist, pressing my naked body up like a seam with Takashi's thinly clothed one.

Shooting up a smirk, I barely thought of my actions as my hand came to cup the back of his neck, hauling him down to me.

There was a surprised gasp that let my tongue delve into the depths that could possibly be my Kakashi deep down.

Takashi tried to wrench his face away from mine but with that strength he needed to have something to push against and what he didn't account for, was for it to be spongy.

His fingers tensed around the flesh of my breast, his brain unsure on how to make up the situation. Did he leave it there? Should he start to caress it?

I didn't really give him the time to contemplate his actions as my toes weakly attempted to support me as I pushed myself up and licked my way into his mouth again.

Takashi grunted, his hand tightening as if to push me away before his entire body relaxed, giving up as his hands moved certainly to my derriere, hoisting me up his body as he turned into the living room.

I gasped as his mouth seemed to devour me, both familiar yet foreign.

It was Kakashi, yet it was…not.

"A-are you Kakashi?" I moaned as his mouth enclosed over a nipple.

I shivered, my fingers clenched into the mane of his hair.

There was a pop as he released it, sparing me a heated glance that sped the bush fire down lower in my body.

"I am," he looked tousled and I could think of a variety of different things that would be preferable right then.

"What did I do when I first met you then?" I challenged, shoving myself up so the upper part of my back was resting on the arm rest.

"You threw up and I had to carry you to the hospital," there was no hesitation, no hint of a lie.

Beaming, I went to attack his lips before a finger paused me. I frowned, my eyes going cross eyed, trying to distinguish why it was there.

"When was the first time we kissed?" he demanded while one hand unconsciously began caressing my stomach distracting me enough that I forgot he had asked a question before I was reminded with a quick lick up my throat.

"The festival," I gasped, one hand holding him to my neck, revelling in the feel of his breath that was skating over the wet line his tongue constantly drew, "I was getting changed then you-"

Takashi ripped his head from my hands claiming my lips again.

"We should stop talking," he ordered briefly before his mouth was attacking my swollen one with a new vigour, determined to win the battle.

That may be so, but he would not win the war.

Then it was like I had an out of body experience as my head was thrown back in exaltation.

The bodies intertwined on the couch, letting the springs squeak noisily as they continued to writhe.

While there was a part of her that was just flooding with a desperate need that almost had screams erupting from her throat, was her determination to make him feel as good as she did that made her cup Takashi so boldly.

He jerked with a groan, his mouth ripping away from her own, instead choosing to nuzzle and lick her neck with an odd coupling that had her back arching, her hips needy in their anguish to get him to enter her.

Patience, patience, she chanted to herself however, she found her will power wavering especially when she felt his hand on her breast, tweaking at one of her nipples.

I moaned, my free hand just clawing at his head to keep him there, trying to push him further down.

However, when my hand caught on the neck of his t-shirt, I was reminded with a shudder that he was still dressed and-

What was that he just did with his tongue?

My eyes clenched shut as my opening throbbed with arousal.

I glanced down but immediately wish I hadn't when I saw the unadulterated pleasure Takashi got just by grinding into my hand and sucking on my breast.

Gulping, my hand at his nape, desperate to touch more skin, started to his waist where I shoved the black material up and over his chiselled abs.

My legs, while they were still spasming from the past deaden moment, they continued to woodenly clamp Takashi's hips to mine, ensuring that he would stay connected in case he would try and back out sharpish.

Arching up, Takashi furiously yanked off his shirt, barely letting me appreciate the god like body before he was pressing bare skin against naked skin, dry pressed on wet. There was a moment where I tried to tamp down on my harsh breaths before Takashi was smirking over me, his lips barely brushing mine as he teasingly pushed himself through the circle of my hand.

"Taka…" I cut off with a whimper as he yanked my hand away from his, instead digging into his pocket and was rolling the rubber over him before I could even act surprised.

"When did you…?" my eyes rolled as my entrance was teased by a thick presence and my thighs tightened in anticipation.

My lip was throbbing both from the abuse of my teeth and Takashi's violent kisses, but it was pleasant torture that I would endure again and again if that meant that I kept this delicious human above me, under me or whatever.

"I guess with you, I just had to be expectant," he groaned into my ear as he sheathed himself, making my little toes twitch, my calves pressing themselves tighter against the skin of his hips.

I scoffed before it was cut off with a cry of pleasure, my eyes shutting tightly as my hips snapped against his expectant with his thrusts. Inside I felt myself coiling, my entire body just a frozen yet energetic as I matched Takashi breath for breath, kiss for kiss.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as I felt my orgasm overcame me.

It was only when I was relaxing back down I moaned.

My nails clawed at Takashi's back as I felt my inner self clench before there was the relaxing sensation, a leaking of energy while Takashi continued to milk himself in me, his puffs of breath just skating over my slick skin of my neck.

His muscles tensed under my hands before he gave a muffled roar into the side of my neck as I felt a pulse come from him.

"You…" he didn't even bother to finish as he rolled to the side so his weight wouldn't crush me.

I flung an arm over my face as a giggle escaped me.

The heat next to me shifted before I felt a furry head of hair nuzzle onto my shoulder, an arm draped over my stomach.

"I can't believe it," I muttered, a small smile still encompassing over my face and I could feel the smugness radiating out from him, his finger just tracing teasing trails around my belly button.

I twitched.

"At least you didn't wake up this time," he said blandly, a satisfied sigh escaping him.

Humming, I rolled to my side, trying to get closer to his warmth.

Possibly having randy sex on the couch wasn't the best thing we could have done, especially after having a shower. The shivers that now racked up my body weren't that from pleasure but now from the coldness of both water droplets and sweat which had mingled on the top layer of my skin.

Feeling it, Takashi climbed over my prone body, ignoring my mumbled protests to leave me, hooking his hands under my knees and shoulders, letting his physical prowess dominate me.

"Men," I scoffed under my breath before I was settled in a pile of spongy duvet.

I hummed my appreciation, letting myself coil around it like a teddy bear before I heard a huff of annoyance. Nuzzling further into the comforter, my eyes drooped shut and I felt like I was on the verge of sleep.

Takashi's worn hands helped my torso sit up as he slid what was presumably his shirt over my body.

I had made this assumption because, while I was too lazy to open my eyes, I knew from the way the shirt dwarfed my shoulders, that it was not one of mine nor one of Neil's.

"You should sleep," Takashi's soothing voice whispered in my ear as he settled me among the covers, a hand what felt to be pressing into the mattress by my head from the indent.

Just as he pushed off and away, my hand whipped out and grabbed him.

"Should, but not gonna," I mumbled petulantly as I opened my eyes to see his face impossibly close to mine.

I smirked.

"In fact, I can think of better use with your bed," I leaned back again, pulling a numb Takashi with me. "But I need a partner in crime."

"A knicker entrepreneur?" his smoky voice shot something straight to my core.

I beamed.

"I'm sure you won't be too offended if I evaluate you skills?" I murmured, my fingers now knotting in his silvery mane, drawing him ever closer. "I need to start the interviewing process anyway."

"Not at all," he purred, his hips locking with mine, only the duvet now lay between us, "in fact I encourage you to evaluate to your heart's content."

Wide awake, my lips arched up the remaining distance eagerly.

"I think I shall test your practical, marketable skills first and foremost," I panted as I felt him grind into me.

"Your wish is my command, but don't complain when you won't be able to keep up."

I opened my mouth to protest but for the rest of the night (and for the rest of a long while) it didn't make any other noises than the moans and whimpers.

And of course, that damn pervert's name.

…o0o…

Hi! This is the penultimate chapter!

So this may be very assuming of me, but I was just hoping to ask you guys a favour.

I was hoping for some feedback?

Like if you start thinking of it now before the end so things like:

What was your favourite part?

Least favourite? Why was it your least favourite?

My OC Jenny, overall thoughts?

Did I keep with characterisation of certain characters?

Anything (or even everything) I could have done better? Things I need to remember for the future?

Overall, how would you rate this?

This would be grand! If you answer any one of these questions I would be eternally grateful as I am planning on doing other multi chapter ffs in the future and I would rather not be making the same mistakes and getting the same criticism.

Love to all :3