Prompt: flip-Flop Genderbender for the Kitsunegirls!
"Something wrong Kaede?"
Hatake Kaede the teenaged jonin huffed and looked away from her old sensei.
"No," she replied sulkily. Haruno Sachio's smile reversed.
"You sure? Anything you want to talk about?"
The White Fang's daughter grit her teeth. "No." She ground out, and continued to wash her cooking supplies, Sachio let his frown deepened and he closed in on Kaede kneeling next to her.
"Hey, look don't worry about that back there everyone is bound to slip up once in awhile-"
"I'm not angry that the bastard got away."
"Well um...if this is a girl thing I'm sure Satomi or Naruko would-"That
"I am not talking to the Uchiha bitch or that blond bimbo."
"Hey that's not very nice." Sachio said mildly his pink brows arching. Kaede always found the man's pink hair ridiculous. Why wouldn't he just dye it?
Trying very hard to focus on the creek, Kaede attempted to ignore Sachio. It almost worked and then a scent of masculinity wafted towards her. Cedar, sweat, and rain all mixed together lightly, not over powering but not easily forgotten, was the most tempting smell Kaede could think of. And it was always on her sensei.
It was his soap, she was sure of it, and knowing him he probably used that soap on his stupid pink hair too. She could just imagine him, throwing his equipment on the floor of his shitty apartment, undressing before he even reached the bathroom and then stepping into the shower with a yawn. His frame, well muscles but not bulgy would stretch as he scrubbed himself down; the tempting trail os wet pink leading to hi-
Kaede clutched at the pot,having nearly dropped it in the river.
"maybe I'm not very nice," She retorted feeling righteous and ridiculous at the same time.
To her continuos irritation Sachio just smile that stupid nice guy smile, and reached to pat her heat. "I don't believe that," he said, "I know my Kaede is a sweet girl,"
There he went again calling her his Kaede, she hated that. It was like he ws taunting her, like he knew that he would always be separated from her by protocol, and his own boyish stupidity.
ll she could think about was the enemy ninja, telling here that she was still such a sweet little thing. That she was hardly a woman, and that made her think of Anko pressing herself against Sachio with a throaty moan as though to prove something. As though to show Kaede that Sachio would never do those disgusting beautiful things with her.
"Kaede," Sachio said lowly, his fingers reaching and brushing against her arm. Suddenly her medic jonin, former sensei yelped in surprise.
Kaede was on top of him pressing her hips into his.
"Kaede!"
"What's a matter sensei? Isn't this what every teacher wants? A chance to fuck their pretty students?" She asked, sneering into Sachio's surprised eyes.
The twenty nine year-old shifted lightly, sending tingles up her spine.
"Kaede dont...you don't know where this will lead."He, growled.
'I know exactly where this will lead. Didn't Obito tell you how we fucked like animals, after my examine? Didn't you know about the pedophiles behind the seduction missions?"
There was a dark twisting feeling that grew in her stomach. It was ecstasy, it was the exhilaration at having Sachio Haruno- the Great Sachio Haruno squirming underneath her. She laughed at her former sensei's unreadable expression; the childlike scrutiny that filled his clear eyes.
"Don't worry sensei, I won't force myself on you." Kaede stood up, her legs quivering imperceptibly from arousal.
"I wish I could say the same."
Black orbs widen as she fell, ans lost herself in a stuggle for dominance. Sachio was on top this time; his pink hair was mussed and his eyes dark.
He was staring at his former student in a sick adoration, his hands clenched in fists at his side as he straddled her hips. Kaede tried to move.
"Sensei!" she couldn't move; he had cut out control of her muscles.
He didn't listed to her strangles call though, his hands were busy ghosting over her neck. He lifted her up softly, and embraced her, and Kaede shuddered. His large, long fingered hands were in all the right places, gripping just right, and teasing her skin with there roughness.
"Kaede-chan," he sighed, breathing in her scent. It wasn't pretty or floral, just clean, and soft, and he reveled in it. He could feel her shake under his hands. He pulled back and pressed his lips to hers.
She moaned.
She had always imagined him to be just like this. Perfect and chaste, and agonizingly slow.
It was perfect, they were perfect, and they'd be damned if they let anyone tell them other wise.
I really like this one...maybe I'll do some follow ups?
Review please.
