..Chapter Twenty-Nine..
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He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her hair deeply. He tangled his fingers in her short strands, hands shaking. Could it really be helped? The whole day was weighing on him. Even now, even in this moment he felt like he was slowly saying goodbye to her. Every caress, every touch, every graze of his lips across her hairline was a slow and silent whisper goodbye. She could leave tonight, tomorrow, hell... in a few hours for all he knew. It was enough to make any man want to cry, to weep in anguish. Promise or not, Rin and Obito or not, he would still feel so broken without her.
He crushed her harder to his form, inhaling as his eyes shut tighter. He felt her do much the same and knew the feeling, the tone, was the same. The desperation that had been there earlier in the garden was once more back.
He hadn't rushed home right away. He'd been right when he said he had other things to tend to. And even after the rain had paused earlier that afternoon the gloomy tides of a storm had still lingered about; signaling his mood. He'd went to see his teacher, Minato, and talk to him. The man already knew the trio were leaving sometime in the week. He'd already written up the approvals and leaves of absence to prevent them from being hunted after. He felt bad for Kakashi, but not much could be said about the whole thing. What could be really? There was nothing his teacher could do about it. Like Sakura said, this was the burden she'd agreed to when becoming a shinobi. It was the same one he'd agreed to. The same one every ninja did. And even if the reports had been burned, the Third's orders were clearly written into his will. When the time came and Sakura, as team leader, told the Fourth it was time for her team to go she would be allowed to. And since the old man wasn't there for them to question the insanity over it they had no choice but to agree.
Kakashi took a little more time to indeed read over the files Rin had given him. And she'd been right. The techniques were not anything he didn't know how to do. Mainly, they were just a briefing over what he could do already with just a tad more creativity. He wasn't sure if or even when he would use them... because in truth they were invented up for seduction missions...
But hell, if he got the chance... he would do everything in his power to make it wonderful for her. As wonderful for her as it had been for him over the years by just being with her.
He could feel her fingers trailing along his back, dancing and pressing into the skin beneath his tight shirt. He'd dumped the arm guards and armor near the front door when he'd come in. He'd looked in nearly every room for her. But it wasn't surprising to find her in his room, his parents old room, forlornly looking out the window and at the falling rain. Sakura had always been so deep, so unreachable sometimes it almost hurt. So much like him. That was probably what drew him to her the most at first. In many ways she reminded him already of the person he wanted to grow into; that he wanted to be for her.
Kakashi had been right when he told her he felt like he was always basking in her shadow. Sakura, in his opinion, no matter what she said, was so much more talented than he was. Everytime he learned a new technique he taught it to her. And even without the Sharingan she appeared to master it with amazing speed. Her chakra control was unfathomable. It was what made her such a great shinobi... and as far as he was concerned, a much better Jounin or ANBU team leader than he. How could he ever learn her level of humility, leadership and strength?
He refused to sigh, he refused to regret and he refused to do anything more than hold her. Her skin was soft, her hair was silk and her breath on his neck made him want so much more. His insides were a wreck. He didn't even want to speak. He felt if he did, it would ruin this moment. Words were messy and sometimes unneeded. Usually, in his opinion.
He continued to run his fingers through her short, cotton candy, pink strands. He continued to breathe short, shaky breaths as she held him. It wasn't the cold that had him like that, it was everything that revolved around her. He was scared. He was sure, if it was any other girl, if this was just romp he'd being doing to get his virginity over and done with, he wouldn't be this nervous. But it wasn't just any girl. Sakura wasn't just some lady of the night that most young shinobi picked up in order to get the silly thing out of their system. And not just men, women ninja as well. There was no place in this sort career much anymore for the inexperienced. Especially when you might have be assigned a seduction mission. Usually, you volunteered for them. But it didn't matter. No right minded ninja wanted to be, even if they were, a virgin.
But he was, he remained one, for her. Because he didn't want anyone else. And he couldn't see having this first moment with anyone else but her. To some it might seem like a good idea to get some experience under you belt so you could make it better. It was a stigma he didn't care about. No matter how this went he would make it good for her. Being virginal in body didn't mean you had to remain uneducated. And that was something he wasn't. For her.
He didn't know if she wanted to right now, or even when. Kakashi had never been one to act first in regards to her, placing her needs and wants above his own. The only thing he'd ever initiated first was that kiss on the wall. He'd learned over time it was better that way with Sakura. He didn't mind her starting, leading or dictating what they did intimately.
He was just a boy... in love with a girl. The only girl he ever would love.
He felt her pull back and he didn't stop her as she pulled on the hem of his shirt, tugging it out of his pants and over his head. His short, yet lengthy strands hushed a whisper along with the fabric. He watched as she dropped it to the floor. He didn't say a word as she ran her hands over his face, his lips, jawline and cheeks. No matter how many times she saw it, Sakura never seemed without awe when she got to view his features. He couldn't help the small, upward twitch up his lips. It was faint enough even she didn't catch it, his own silent secret in regards to her quirks, as so many others.
He stood there as she reached for the belt around the loops of his pants, unbuckling it and tossing it aside. Her watched as she unbuttoned and allowed for the blue fabric to fall. That too was swept aside along with his sandals and wraps as she undid them as well. And when he was nude before her, for the first time in his life in a position of embarrassment, in front of her unmasked in both the literal and metaphorical sense, he didn't blush.
Instead, he stood still, with a thoughtful, but unreadable expression as she took him all in. Her eyes trailed across his body. He could tell she was drinking in every inch of him, just as he always did to her when she wasn't looking. And after she was done her eyes fell on his. Once more, they said nothing.
Kakashi took a slowly step forward. He looked at her questionably as he reached for the hem of the pajama top she wore. He paused, waiting for something, anything, that told him it was ok to proceed. When she finally nodded he slowly lifted it up, his eyes not once leaving hers. The contact was broken only momentarily by her shirt. And that item, much like the his clothes, was tossed aside. He inhaled sharply at the look of her small, pert, and as far as he was concerned... lovely breasts. But, again, his eyes drew to hers. Eyes he could drown in. He reached for her hips, bare hands sliding across her flesh. His forehead touched hers and his lips brushed her own as his eyes half closed.
He wanted to tell her how lovely she was. He wanted to tell her how perfect she was. He wanted to say so many things. But, it wasn't important. None of it was. Because both of them already knew it. They had already memories of every detailed feeling.
As his hands stopped on her thighs the material of her pants fell and she stepped out of them. He imagined she'd planned this all along because she had no underwear on.
His eyes stared into hers still, drowning in her beautiful green orbs. He wasn't scared anymore. He wasn't nervous. And neither of them were shaking. Wise men said when the time was right, all good things came into being. And maybe that's what this was, the right time.
He curled his arms around her, lips crashing against hers as her breasts burned into his chest, sending a rush of thrills across his goose-bumping flesh. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted her. The strom crashed against the window and the lights suddenly went out. But they didn't care. He didn't see it. And it wasn't important. But, the light illuminating them both from the outside waves of mother natures seemed to signal and cry out in pleasure and pain to them both.
They fell onto the softness of the mattress, Kakashi on top of her, loving her with his hands, his lips, his hot breath all over her body. He couldn't get enough of her. And all his late night fantasies, dreams, visions were not enough to do this moment justice. He hadn't expected it. And he'd told himself he would only do it if and when she wanted to. But here they were. Equals. Just as they always were.
It was passionate. It was magnetic. And it was like a fire he'd never known. But it wasn't the same as all those things you heard about sex with the one you loved most, lusted. No, it was so much better because they'd been friends for so long. They knew each other better than anyone else. He inherently knew what she would want. When she moved he moved. When he kissed she submitted. And when she wanted more, he gave it to her.
And finally, panting and tormented, when he felt as if neither of them could take anymore he opened both of his eyes, pulling back just as he stationed himself above her entrance; thick and hard with need. Her eyes locked with his. He still didn't want to speak. But he wanted to ask her if it was alright. She wouldn't know about what he intended to do. However, she must have known he wanted to do something. Because, breathing heavily, passionately, blood on fire and blushing red from their foreplay, she nodded on confirmation.
Kakashi plunged forward, activating Obito's gift. The tombs spun like a whirlwind and he nearly gasped. No he did. And so did she as he began the jutsu. Rin had never said he would feel it too, damn her. And the documents never said as much either. Either he'd done it the wrong way, or he'd discovered a new way to use the technique.
"Kami," he breathed as he moved, no longer able to keep silent. It was the only word spoken as she wrapped her legs and arms about him, nails digging into his back. But she never broke contact with his eyes. Not once. When she writhed so did he. When she cried out he nearly screamed in bliss. When she arched, he felt everything. Every bloody damned bit of it. How he held it all in, how he kept from bursting on the spot he'd never know.
He ground against her clit with the wall of solid bone above his length, sending a shock through not only her body each time he moved, but his as well. Sweat trickled down his form. Down hers. It soaked the sheets. They panted, they grunted, they cried out and swayed in a dance more attune than any before it.
He felt her slowly tighten. Oh gods... she was climaxing. She was climaxing and not only could he feel her wet core doing so, but he could feel what it felt like for her too. It wasn't just his own climax starting to kill him, rush at him, but her's as well. He didn't know whether he wanted to kill Rin or kiss the ground she walked on. He was sure, for a first experience... this had to top some sort of chart.. somewhere.
He didn't bother pulling out as he came, crying her name as he did his. He gripped onto her hand, lacing his fingers through her own desperately, spilling his seed within her. He died that moment, as he locked his lips with hers, stifling both their screams further. His every nerve was on fire. Every euphoric color bursting in front of his eyes felt a thousand times more real. He didn't have anything to compare it to... but he was sure he might before the week was over. Because if they kept doing it this way both of them were going to be dead.
Words were still lost. And they remained that way even after he pulled out, eyes locked with hers. Her smile was faint and he returned it. His kissed her knuckles. He wiped the sweat from her face. And when he kissed her again he was sure there was not going to ever be a more tender moment recorded in his life.
They curled up in one another, basking in the euphoria under the sheets. They took comfort in each other arms many more times that night as the rain pelted the windows. And even when the storm slowly stopped and the moon came out, shinning through the bay window, they still didn't leave the bed. And it was no real surprise when they completely forgot about dinner.
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The days passed on. One turned into two and two turned into three. Three finally turned to more. Before either of them knew it a week was up. They didn't leave the house. They hardly left the bed. They touched, caressed, kissed and loved. As the the time passed, flowed, they had memorized each other bodies, worshiped them in a way that was poetic. Normal people would recall certain things about a person they loved sexually. A birthmark, a scar, a color in their eyes. But as ninja, a well trained shinobi, and two more in love than any other before them as far as they were concerned and ones on the brink of breaking contact with one another for years... they knew each other like Kakashi knew his first Icha Icha book by heart.
He found she loved having that spot on her lower back caressed, her skin whispered across with his lips and hands as he just barely grazed. He loved to watch her arch beneath him. He loved to watch her cry out his name. And he adored each time she touched him. All the nervousness he'd once held around her, at least like this, was gone.
Sakura smiled softly and found he enjoyed it a little too much when she ran her fingers through his hair, half digging into his scalp. She loved his body as she had for no other man. She made him do things, feel things, react in ways she never thought she could get anyone to. Like any man he enjoyed it when she went down on him just as much as she enjoyed him doing the same to her. And yet, it was so much more. So much different. So... insanely electric she couldn't get enough of it. And even when the week slowly started to come to it's end, she found even after the all the sex, she still wanted more. A lifetime would not be enough to memorize his body, his movements and all his reactions to her.
They were addicted to one another, each the other's unfathomable drug. And Sakura knew... the withdrawal was going to kill them both. It wasn't just the sex. Everything about their relationship had grown stronger since they'd taken that step. Part of her almost wished they hadn't. Because she knew leaving now hurt all the more. Still, she didn't, she wouldn't, regret any of it. It's the one thing she refused to do.
She reached down as she watched his sleeping form. She caressed his face, the knuckles of her hand running down his half scared cheek as she smiled sadly, half frowning. And when she saw the small flash of light behind her just at the stroke of midnight from the clock on the wall, she didn't dare turn around, already knowing who it was. She'd dressed over an hour ago after he'd fallen asleep into her ANBU uniform. Her bag was packed at the foot of the bed.
"It's time, Blossom."
"I know," she whispered, still caressing. She forced Eon to wait a moment longer. Her eyes closed in pain and a single tear fell down her soft cheek. She leaned down and the drop fell to his own. It rolled off and splashed against the pillow as she gave his lips a soft kiss.
She pulled back, pushing strands from her eyes. She didn't look as she swiftly turned. She was fast as she grabbed her bag and wiped her welling eyes, "Let's go," she ordered in a whispered tone that reflected the pain she was trying to hide.
Eon paused a moment, as if he were going to say something. But he must have thought better of it because he only nodded, eyes closing. "As you wish." He waved his hand, brilliant light starting to glow. He watched as Sakura couldn't help but look one last time, even as she faded from existence, tears trying not to fall as she left the man she loved with her whole being behind.
It wouldn't be for hours later that Kakashi woke up... alone and nearly confused. All he would find would be a note on his nightstand, a single apology scrawled there. A goodbye. The only thing he would be left with, nearly unknown to himself, would be her scent and what was left of her tear on his face. And when it all finally sunk in, he would drag his fingers through his hair, nearly ripping... and cried his eyes out.
