A/N: Happy reading lovelies x


Chapter 37


Last one. Treatment room one.

Nina was wishing the clinic had been infiltrated by a roudy performance from Naruto to fill the noiseless stark hallways. She'd drifted in and out of the other rooms throughout her shift with no issues but was now faced with a sliding door that was fraught with anguish. Her chest cavity barely able to keep up with the frantic beating of her heart that was pushing her closer to the brink of collapse. A panic attack.

She closed her eyes commanding her body to sort its shit out, pronto. Focusing on the depth and length of each of her breaths. Reiterating to herself in an internal chant that Asuma wasn't on the other side of the door. Asuma was no longer alive. Just a treatment room. You can do this.

Edging the door open, Nina chose to target the desk that would be to her left where the patient file should be laying there waiting for her to peruse. Stepping into the room, she felt the room go on tilt and the air gained a density her lungs couldn't seem to draw in. Her eyes were side tracked instantly and honed into the mediocre patch job on the wall where she had rammed her fist into.

Just a room.

"Dammit."


Giving her a few moments to establish her bearings, it was obvious she'd lost hold of herself. Nina's eyes balking at the wall at the other end of the room, before they closed and her eyebrows knitted together to clamp down on whatever was trying to break out.


A hand pressed down and wrapped over her shoulder. Grounding her in every way to the here and now. The metal door skidded along the metal tracks, bumping against the frame, followed by a click of the lock being turned.

Nina's eyes remain closed and with no more than a comforting hand on her shoulder and the oddly homely scent, she knew precisely who her last patient was.

"Medical clearance for the exams?"

His medical file was in a state of disarray and she mentally noted the need to request it to be updated before it fell apart completely.

"Something like that."


Ayame had been reluctant at first, but with a gentle nudge using her known soft spot she had for himself, she allowed him to choose this particular treatment room.

"Kakashi, you idiot!"

"Hnn?"

This is how it was supposed to be. It was a fair assumption that it wouldn't have played out like this had her patient been anyone else but him. Despite her initial dissention into herself owing to the memories that the room was surely laden with, Nina had recovered and resumed her usual demeanour.

"How?"

"Kunai."

"You and Genma…"

"That's a bit rough throwing me in the same basket as him."

"You and your geriatric joints."


Nina realised the very real danger she had put herself in with that statement. With a lift of Kakashi's only visible eyebrow and sharpened stare, he had her taking a step backwards defensively.

It was vital that she got her wits about her otherwise their tryst would be over before it even had a chance to build up any momentum. They had physical space but some mental distance was also required.

Turning her back to him, she flicked through his file. Right shoulder.

"Jacket and shirt off."

"What, no manners?"


Game on.

Nina returned with a quirk of her own eyebrow, silently warning him that she was no longer debilitated by past happenings in this room and her suggestion this morning hadn't been a mere slip of tongue.

Quick to cotton on, Nina had already turned her back to him. Clever.

"I need help."

"Sure you do."

"Please? I have a bad shoulder."


Honestly…

"Fine I'll just heal you with it on."

"Suit yourself."

Closing in on Kakashi, Nina observed every movement, preparing for an attack at any time. Sliding her hand under his flak jacket, she assessed the damage to his shoulder. It couldn't be much? Dammit.

"Problem doctor?"

"You've got a pinched nerve but I have to dislocate your shoulder to release it."

"Any excuse."

"What?"

"You heard…ow!"

"Act like Genma, expect to be treated like Genma."

Being too rough was only going to cause more work for herself, so when she came to his undershirt, Nina took more care. Of course it was the perfect opportunity to open up some other channels.

The seams snagged snuggly in between her index and middle fingers. Gradually, she raised her hands with shirt in tow, revealing Kakashi's well-formed abdomen with plenty of visible scars carved into his fair coloured skin.


Unlike others, Nina's warnings were truth and so, instead of taking the opportunity to make a tactless remark, he let it play out. Curiously Nina's moderated actions were proving to be strangely seductive and every now and then his mind fired off a message to his nerves that he had no control over.

"Left arm first."


Rather than lifting her hand, Nina smoothed her left hand over Kakashi's chest. His heart thwacked heavily but at a relatively normal pace. Stretching out his left armhole, she curled her fingers so that her knuckles massaged along his arm as he pulled it through the opening. She'd half-expected his hand to land on her hip and was taken aback when his thumb, only his thumb, guided her into him. His hand barely moving from the top of his knee. The hitch in her breath matching a scoff from him. The warmth of his breath feathering against her neck and ear.

"Problem?"

The next part wasn't going to be as easy. She needed to slip it over his head, mindful not to tug on his right shoulder any more than absolutely necessary.

"I'm too short. Think you can manage the next part on your own?"


Of course he could, the real question should have been did he want to? No.

So far, their interactions were simple, but simple worked. He wanted to know what else Nina had up her sleeve and swiftly removed his shirt from over his head and shrugged it down his right arm. The jostling aggravated it and his legs clamped around Nina in reflex. She then pat his knees and that simple gesture had his legs relaxing allowing Nina to crouch down at her bottom desk drawer and rifle through it, as if she were looking for something in particular.

"Dammit."

"What?"


"I'm away for two weeks and no one knows how to restock. Never mind. Lay down."

With one knee on the bed, Kakashi's body went rigid becoming noncompliant with her request for him to be on his back. She sighed and slung her other leg up and over his to straddle him.

This time his heartrate was anything but steady as she positioned herself in a way that he was pinned under her limbs.

Nina began manipulating the joint, filtering in a steady stream of chakra, aiming to relax the area so, that the next step was as painless as possible.

She wouldn't have taken any notice with anyone else, but it was Kakashi and this was much more than a check-up. It wasn't intentional yet, Nina was conscious that for every movement she made to heal his shoulder, had their pelvises grating against each other. Also, having changed their sleeping arrangements last night, Nina was without a bra and her shirt was abrading her nipples causing them to condense into harden buds.


He was uncomfortable, the pain in his shoulder was worsening and he knew that there was more to come. An accidental dislocation was sufferance in itself, let alone one down on purpose. The only distractions were Nina's nipples that were taunting him from beneath the cover of her shirt. His fingers would have to be leaving indents into the cushioning of the mattress as he did his best to stop himself from grabbing hold of at least one. His mind was quick to give him the mental playout of how he would repay her in kind by swirling his tongue around it…

"Ngmm."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. If anything I'd say you enjoy inflicting this much pain on me."

Letting her know he meant it in jest, he tipped his hips and…


Without a tongue suppressor and again on her own, Kakashi was going to endure an enormous amount of pain and she was sifting through her brain for a counter measure.

Pain and pleasure. Precisely the answer she needed.


"I don't know if I should be impressed or concerned. You've kept that one well hidden."

"Well, there you're all done. My shift is over. You'll just need to hand your file back to Ayame."

Concerned. Definitely concerned. Even his Sharingan wouldn't have pre-empted that.


It was innocent enough until she heard his response. All her worry that she was inferior in comparison to his sexual aptitude had been nothing more than a momentary lapse of confidence. Ironically, it'd been his own words and cheek that had been his undoing.

Being a medic Nina was required to manipulate both chakra and the human anatomy down to the most minuscule point. Much like the protocol of supressing a kunoichi's menstrual cycle using the body's hormones, it was possible to do the something similar to a male in certain cases. A combination of serotonin, endorphins and in Kakashi's case, the addition of a hit of testosterone, mimicked the experience of sexual arousal and gratification.

It was an act that Nina hadn't had to use for quite some time; thankfully. It had been what saved her virginity in a way for those missions, although she had narrowly avoided the real thing sometimes too. None closer than that night she was given the scar on her hip.

She hadn't gone as far to push him over the threshold. She wanted to make Kakashi question just what it was that she did and didn't enjoy.

"Are you okay, Ma'am? You were in there for a while."

Nina pushed off from the sliding door she was leaning against.

"Yeah, all good. His shoulder needed to be dislocated, a pinched nerve released and then I had to put his shoulder back in place."

"Sounds painful."


"You have no idea."

Kakashi replied, appearing from the treatment room after recollecting himself.

With a devilish composure, his medic-nin practically skipped off down the hallway.

"She told me I needed to give you this."

He went to lay the file on the desk but found it cluttered with flowers. Guy really put his all into every aspect of his life.

Some did flowers and then there was Nina who did… well, he was still working that out.