Chapter Thirty Four:
Conversation flowed as easily as it usually did, topics bounced backwards and forwards. Flirtation slipped between political structure arguments.
The rain had started hammering down and a lot of the guests in the restaurant had either gone home or were drowning out the noise with the volume of their own conversation, so after she finished her ice-cream she sat back and nodded at him.
"Alright, let's get this over with." She wriggled her shoulders to get comfortable against the booth.
"Hm, it's not going to work like this." He narrowed his eyes.
"If you start some lewd comm-"
"You'd be better here." He nodded the seat next to him in the booth.
"Yeah, 'cos we all know jutsu's like this have a range limit of 60 centimetres." She mocked him with a roll of her eyes but slid out of her side and into his, not backing down now. "Unless, maybe you're scared of what you'll see." she teased. "Maybe I only said your name because you were interrupting."
"Perhaps."
"Or maybe my deepest fantasy is that I want you to feed me ice-cream and it's nothing as sordid as your filthy mind paints."
"You can always just tell me what you saw."
"We both know you'll never be satisfied with my description." she rightly stated, pressing her thigh against him. "You'll break this if I do or say anything embarrassing, okay?"
"Hai."
Slowly, he weaved the complex symbols one by one, letting her clearly see them as one changed into the other.
Somewhere in her mind, panic rose, she was sharing something pretty big with him. But in that same corner of her thoughts, she had been convinced she would see the exact same fantasy. As it turned out, the fantasy developed and changed with each new experience and she saw something else entirely.
"What did you say your name was?" Kakashi's voice was thick, dull, disinterested as he slouched in the back of the bar.
"Ina." Sakura replied, standing in her slutty yukata, the one she used for seduction missions. Seduction missions like the one she was re-living with a twist. Her last that happened after her mental breakdown. The same seedy bar, the same clothing on her target. But her target now had a mask and wild silver hair.
"You know how to please men, Ina?" Kakashi asked, barely trying to make eye contact with her.
"I've never heard that I can't." She met the wordless challenge his cold demeanour set.
"I travel with a lot of men." Kakashi looked side to side, evidencing the faceless horde that were sat either side of him. A king before his subjects, he lifted an eyebrow. "I'd hate them to continue their journey unsatisfied."
"I'm not here for them." She stepped her sandals directly between his spread legs, his slouched posture allowing her close.
"Too good to be shared? Not up to the challenge?" he taunted, leaning forward finally and letting his eye roam over her chest and slim waist. "Or just a prude." His gaze dragged slowly down the slit in the yukata and her toned leg.
"I choose who I offer myself to, and whilst I don't doubt you could afford me for all of your… travel companions." It was the most polite term. "I don't think you'll want to share me. Once you've had a taste of what I can offer."
"And what can you offer?" Bait on the line.
She held eye contact as she knelt to the floor, filling the space between his legs.
"I've been trained in the secret arts of the villages of moon, rose and honey. And yet I'm choosing to kneel before you. Offering myself to you. For you to have, any way you please." Her small hands, so good at wielding chakra, slowly perched on the inside of his thighs. Under his watchful gaze they glided up the fabric and rested stationary at the top of his legs, bracketing her body between them. "If that offer is not to your liking and my training is not sufficient for you, I can, of course, direct you to other girls who you may find more physically appealing, or to share amongst your crew."
"That won't be necessary." He halted her withdrawal, his hands sealed on top of hers.
"I won't be touched by your mates." She looked up through her eyelashes, projecting a vulnerability, an innocence that was answered with a primal claim.
"You're mine."
"And what would you do with me?" She rose higher on her knees, letting her chest drag against his abdomen as she did. "Now that you have me." Her dainty fingers rested with one hand on his bicep, the other snaking around the fabric of his mask to cradle his neck. "How can I please you?" she whispered to him.
"You can remind my men why I'm leader of the pack." He bound an arm around her and stood, pulling her to her feet as he did. "You can start with those." His feet kicked at her sandals and she stepped out of them as he walked her backwards. "And this." His hands grabbed the hair clip, the delicate detail that hid her back-up weapons. With a tug, he tossed it to a nearby table and let her hair down from its restrained style. "This men," He turned to face his cohort, snaring her to him to display before them, tight in his arms. "Is what a needy woman looks like." He pressed his nose against the juncture of her neck, her hair tickling her face as he did so. "Horny." he described, taking a sniff of her. "Desperate." He took his hand to glide along the collar of her dress robe, followed the line of fabric to her chest and parted it to show the silk underneath. "And wanting."
A jeer came from the audience. "Take it off." he instructed.
Fantasy Sakura found strength in her hands to untie to obi around her waist, letting the covering robe part fully, the silk slip under it showing her frame elegantly. Rough hands helped her strip until she stood naked before the crowd of horny men, sealed in the arms of Kakashi the brute.
"Good, now you can earn your pay." he grunted, taking her hands to hold them tight behind her back, the movement pushing her chest out, displaying her breasts like some common whore. "Haven't even touched her and her nipples are already hard and begging for some attention." He swapped his grip of her hands to just one and the free digits came to flick at said nipples. She wriggled in his grip, not turned off by the motion. Or the eyes on her. Thumb and forefinger returned again to pinch at the hard nub, rolling it between the fingers until she mewled. "Mark of a true whore, men. Turned on by humiliation and a hard touch."
Sakura opened her eyes again to the sensation of the wet warmth of a mouth soothing her abused bud. She could have broken his extended grip on her, could have turned the tables so quick he wouldn't know what happened until he noted the senbon stabbed through his heart.
But she didn't move except to thrust her chest further to his mouth as he withdrew.
"Desperate for it." he whispered against her skin, diving to her other nipple to give the same treatment.
A bark released into the air and Sakura gazed at the crew sat at the tables, the ones that had suddenly been replaced with Kakashi's ninken. Ninken who were jumping down from their seats and walking out of the bar.
Bar? What bar?
The old wooden furniture changed from a seedy bar to a thick blue carpet on laminate floors. The same walls surrounding it were as the ones that caged in Kakashi's living room. The same sofa and coffee table appearing out of the blue. "I bet you get off on it." The brutish personality continued in the new surroundings, playing for an audience that didn't exist. It was just the two of them. "Wet from being watched." A gloved hand snaked down to her legs. A boot kicked the inside of her foot and she complied, widening her stance to allow his access between her legs to the predictable wetness found there. The leather of his gloves was cold, but it only added to the stimulation she felt as his digits explored between her folds. "Wet." he breathed softly against her skin, a murmur of praise, of approval. The lock on her hands disappeared and he rounded to stand before her. Gone was the outfit he had started in, he was in his usual jonin uniform, her usual Kakashi. "On your knees, sweetheart." His hands went to his standard issue pants, shoving them down far enough to free himself. "Time to test your training."
She complied, slinking forward with a hand on his chest until he was sat in Kakashi's favourite chair. She held his eye as she dropped yet again to her knees. Kept the eye contact whilst she wrapped her fingers around his hard length and even as she sealed her lips around him, hollowing her cheeks and sinking him into her mouth.
He groaned loud and long as her nose touched his jonin vest. She worked her throat, worked his length and worked his tip until he was putty in her hands. A relaxed mess of a man, crumbled by a woman and willing to do anything to reach his peak.
She withdrew when she saw his fingers tighten into the arms of the chair. Kakashi would hate it if he damaged his favourite chair.
"Would you like me to straddle you now?" she offered like she hadn't spoken a dirty sin, a line plucked straight from Icha Icha.
"Sakura." A shimmer eclipsed her vision and the brutish edge of Kakashi was gone. The darker edge of the fantasy cracked by an echo of reality.
The Kakashi before her was the one that owned the apartment she had envisaged. One that cradled her as she climbed onto his lap. One that pressed kisses down her neck like she was prized possession.
One that shuddered with ecstasy as she wrapped her digits around his length and sank his tip into her core.
Slowly, she lowered herself, taking more of him with controlled measure. Fully seated, she opened her eyes to his, the intensity in his gaze stunning her. He looked at her as if he was seeing the secrets to the world. That she was the answer.
His hands swamped the expanse of her bare back sealing her to him as he breathed deep.
He felt hot, he felt strong and yet, vulnerable.
"Sakura." Her name dropped against her chest like a reverent prayer.
Balancing on the back of the chair she lifted herself enough to start a rocking motion, feeling every wave of the current from her sex to her heart.
He muttered praises, comments, desires and curses as they moved together.
Each building together the rhythm became more animalistic, the grunts filling the apartment.
His fingers toying with her clit as he circled his own peak and he took them over into a climax head first and holding hands.
Her head dropped to his shoulder for desperate breaths of air and his comforting squeeze embraced her tightly.
The feeling that overtook her wasn't one of elation or release, but a deep strong sense that he wasn't going to let her go.
And it felt so overwhelmingly strong she couldn't breathe.
Sakura saw the wood of the table first. The empty ice-cream dish before her next. Felt the shiver of 'oh kami' run up her spine.
She glanced around but nobody else in the restaurant seemed interest in her.
Them, she corrected and turned to look at her partner.
Kakashi's mask was fully up once again and his face was hidden by the hair as he stared down at the floor. She saw the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the tenting in his jonin pants.
Sakura looked away, eye contact with the remnants of icecream.
"You okay?" she asked in a whisper, a hand nudging his thigh as she did.
"Gnnn." Came the grunt.
"Okay, well, that was… not what I expected." Inner Sakura demanded she babble on to cover whatever was happening now. "That's not my fantasy. I mean it's my fantasy as in I had it and it was… good. But that's not what I want, I mean we all have things that are good in our heads, but it's not like I want to be put on display to your magically human ninken. I don't do that kind of thing, and I don't want to. But it was something in my head and… I'm sorry." A noise came from Kakashi, a questioning noise. "Well, I mean I pretty much made you a client for a whore, and a perverted leader of a pack of… this is not helping. That's not how I see you. I mean yeah you can be perverted, and you do kind of rule a pack… and you are a bit controlling and overhanded at times, but it's not like I want that to happen scene for scene… this was not going how I thought it would. I thought I'd see the same thing that I saw last time." Sakura drummed her fingers on the table. "Shall we go?" she suggested quickly to the silence.
A hand grabbed her leg before she could rise.
"Just…" Stay, wait, stop, whatever he wanted to finish that with, he succeeded without words and she sat next to him. The hand remained on her thigh. "Give me a minute."
Oh yeah, the boner.
"I'll just go to the ladies." She tried to excuse herself to give him space, but he tightened his grip on her leg, sliding her on the leather of the seat so she was pressed to him and he turned his face to her neck, breathing in her scent again.
"You smell…" Oh, the scenting again. "Delicious." Kakashi was almost delirious as he inhaled her. Sakura held still in the booth, wanting to be creeped out by his actions, but sadly far too turned on and dying to take action. So she stayed as she was. Until Kakashi came up for air and patted his hand on her thigh. "Perhaps you should go to the ladies." Sakura took it as her cue and zoomed off, pretending the fish below her weren't judging her.
She returned to a clear table and Kakashi leaning against the table and making dead eyes at a shark.
"Oh, what did the poor shark do to you?" she teased, falling back into an easy rhythm.
"He ate the little one." Kakashi narrowed his eye judgementally at the fish, one hand going to his hitai-ate.
"You are not going to use your eye to punish a fish." Sakura chuckled at him in reprimand, nudging him to let it go. "Can you imagine the stories? Copy nin goes blind trying to mentally fry the brain of a shark in a restaurant?"
"Hm." But he left the cover over his sharingan. "Time to get back then."
"As tempted as I am to ask if you remembered your wallet this time, in all seriousness, I really liked the food and want to come back, so tell me you haven't pissed off any staff."
"You misjudge me." He pushed at her back gently to steer her to the door. "To think I'd be the type to publically strip a woman." he muttered.
"Oh, so we are talking about this then?"
"The entire way back." He grinned at her and held the door open for her to leave.
"It's still raining, I'm gunna get soaked." she huffed. "Don't bother with the double entendre, I realised as soon as the words left my mouth that you'd have a comment for it."
A thunder cloud rumbled in the distance and both shinobi turned their attention to it. "Hope you can talk whilst running. Because I'm not getting stuck out in a thunderstorm."
Kakashi's hands sealed around her before she could dart for the trees, keeping her to him and out in the open, her hair getting plastered to her face in a matter of seconds.
She was just about to squeal and chakra punch him when she felt the air around him, the waves made by his chakra.
Lightning type chakra in the middle of a thunderstorm.
Like was like catnip to his chakra, it surged and fell, cresting and crashing in a matter of seconds.
So when she turned in his arms, she expected the grin of his face, the closed eyes relishing the taste in the air.
"Any particular reason you projected me into your latest seduction mission?" he asked, masked lips by her ear.
"You can hardly blame me fo- wait, how did you know it was based on my last… you followed me." she deduced. "You saw that?" Shame trickled through her. It wasn't her finest mission by any accounts.
"From the moment you left." he confirmed. "I wasn't going to leave you alone like that."
A crack of lightning lit the darkness and immediately was followed by thunder churning in the sky.
The rain ran from her soaked hair in rivulets down her arms, down her back, into her cleavage. It was really coming down.
"You really were there?" she asked quietly. "I thought I kept imagining you. I thought I'd cracked entirely."
"I kept trying to leave you signs." he admitted. "You weren't alone. I wouldn't let that happen."
Her heart beat hard and fast.
Her fingers went to his mask, didn't bother being slow to ask for permission, she just folded it down and pulled her head to hers, pressing her lips to his.
Thunderstruck next to them, but his chakra was practically vibrating in his body, alert and alive and spinning and striking in his system.
It's sharp, decisive action struck into his actions and he turned them against the weather to the side awning of the restaurant, pressing her body to the wooden beams without breaking their kiss.
He held her tight body, feeling the contours of her wet uniform as it showcased her figure.
It was heat, it was passion, it was a cocktail of lust and love.
She drank it deep, tilting her head to angle to his height better, moving as he did, answering his demand for more.