39. Stay with me

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Crawling is an obvious sign of submission and a common practise during BDSM sessions.

The whole play is a game with personal limits, that's why sometimes a submissive has to do what she/he personally doesn't like much, but had agreed to do it if the dominant wants so. To understand that switch back to chapter 35 and read especially the rating scale definitions again.

As a sub your goal is to please your Dom and to make him proud, and he will reward you with a lot of affection and fun in return. To be more concrete that means a lot of devotion and so many orgasms during one session until you nearly collapse. Your whole body tingles and you feel like you were in a rush. It's a really interesting state of mind, like one lengthy or enduring orgasm with some immense peaks over time. You really stop thinking and are reduced to let your body flow and just feel with every nerve.

Sex will never be the same afterwards, but that doesn't mean you won't be into vanilla stuff anymore because that isn't true. Everyone likes a sensual, loving soft sex occasionally and for most BDSM is just an addition to a normal sex-life. You would just be aware of what your own body is capable of and it would change your mind-set of eroticism and sex. In other words it's just like you're spoiled rotten for sex.

Enjoy your experiences and be open-minded, but don't forget to keep it safe, sane and consensual!

SquaMata

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39. Stay with me

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Sakura woke up alone, there was no sign of the silverhead in his room. She wanted to thank him and to be honest she missed the kind of friendship they had developed.

The young kunoichi sighed as she made his bed and returned to her own room.

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There he was, sprawled over her sheets in his jounin attire except for the flak jacket and his forehead protector.

How dare he sleep in my bed?!

You slept in his!

Shut up!

Multiple times!

Shut up!

I'm just saying...

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"Your bed isn't as comfortable as mine." He stirred and murmured.

Unfriendly the pinkette retorted "It's time for you to get up!"

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The tousled silver-haired jounin sat up and gave her an eye-crinkle.

Anger washed over her, but she tried to keep it at bay. "Why did you sleep in my bed? Why did you sneak into MY room? Do you even have a sense for privacy?"

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The man in her bed shrugged and got up to gather his clothes. "You were occupying my own bed."

"That's no permission to go and sleep in other peoples rooms!" She was fuming now and he didn't miss the protruding vein on her temple which seemed to be really close to plop.

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Kakashi knew he had to be careful which words he would choose, she reminded him too much of a certain hokage in the state of throwing things precisely aimed for his head. So he answered in his best calm and stern teacher tone as rational and distant as he could.

"Sakura, I needed a place to rest and after what had happened I needed a little distance. I'm sorry it wasn't my intention to disturb your privacy. I should go now."

"Yeah great, run away again and avoid me for the next weeks! Fine!" The pinkette shouted at him.

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The silverhead didn't look at her as he put on his flak-jacket, but as he walked by she grabbed his wrist. He came immediately to a halt.

Shit! What should I do know?

Tell him the truth?

Like what?

Don't go…

Kakashi… Please don't go….

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"Kakashi… Please… ehrm… Thank you for your help. I…"

Smooth…

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His eyes bore deep into hers, searching for what she was about to say.

Get your shit together and focus on the mission for the sake of her and the village! You have a job to do! Stop acting so egoistic! She needs you as her teammate!

"I'm sorry, Sakura. I guess I did a lousy job." Kakashi turned to her fully and she let go of his wrist in surprise as he embraced her gently. "I'm sent to support you and to be there for you whenever you need any help for as long as I'm here. I promise I will do better."

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The infamous copy-nin did not fail to surprise her again, she was stunned and it felt like heaven to be wrapped in his warm, strong arms surrounded by his unique fragrant scent.

Before it could get weird the jounin retreated and gave her a reassuring eye-crinkle. "Let's get some breakfast. Kankuro said something about a new recipe for your beloved chia omelettes."

Her eyes lightened up. "Really? That's great! Give me five minutes!"

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Her beautiful emerald eyes…

Kakashi nodded and opened the door for him to go and cultivate himself before they would go downstairs to the family kitchen. Her smile was all he was hoping for as he watched her rushing to her wardrobe before she disappeared into the bathroom. He closed the door and went to his own room.

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They joined breakfast with the sand siblings and everything was back to normal. Gaara's family was glad to have Sakura here, their little brother seemed to be so much more happy since they had begun to spend time together.

"Guess what, I did it! I finally managed to beat my dear sister in a spar!" Kankuro laughed so loud Sakura thought she felt the walls of the tower annex shaking.

Mentioned blonde sat there fuming and glaring daggers at her older brother. Not only had Shikamaru returned to his own village, but her brother had used her distracted mind to his advantage. "You were cheating!"

"I was not! It's not my fault that you kept staring into the distance instead of facing your opponent."

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Again the two bantered at each other in typical sibling manner. It had always been Kankuro's way of cheering his sister up and to take her mind off things. It would end in another sparring match at the arena, they all knew it.

The two Konoha-nin smiled knowingly at each other. Although the heavy air between them had vanished earlier they could use a good spar too.

It will be better from now on.

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After an exhausting but pleasant training at the arena the pinkette had some lunch with the kazekage in his office.

After they had finished eating a servant brought them typical Suna peppermint tea with a slice of lemon hanging inside the steaming liquid from the rim of the cup.

Gaara took two small pieces of rock sugar and stirred his cup while he spoke gently. "Sakura, I was wondering for some time, now that the med school is established and running well you will probably leave Suna soon."

The kazekage took a long breath and turned his full attention to her.

"I was wondering if you would you like to stay here… by my side?"

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Caring hands reached out slowly for her own as he looked deep into her eyes.

"You don't have to answer right now. Please take your time! I know it's a hard decision to leave everything behind and I hope I'm not asking too much, but I think you know by now I appreciate your company and your near..."

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Sakura's head began to spin and her heart raced, she couldn't focus on what he continued to speak.

He's like two different persons.

Gaara is quite nice and a really good match.

The daytime Gaara, yes, maybe, but the nighttime Gaara is another cup of coffee…

He hasn't shown an evil, demonic side until now.

Not yet…

I'm not afraid of him!

You know he could lose control. Remember the incident.

Why should he?

Shukaku!

I've not only managed to put the remaining pieces together, I've also sealed him already.

Hm. If you think so…

I do. I trust him.

Then inner-Sakura took a longer pause.

Are you sure this will work?

Why should it not? Look at the progress we made!

Her inner-self did not respond as quickly as normal.

Why don't you listen to your heart?

You know we have a job to do! For the sake of the mission, for the sake of both villages and for the sake of our broken heart.

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Sakura looked at the nervous man in front of her, his turquoise eyes captured her emerald ones.

She smiled at him and answered softly

"Yes!"

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The voice inside her head didn't say a word, instead Sakura just saw many memories of the last months flicking over and over which made her feel like crying inwardly for a different future, but she knew a kunoichi had got to do what a kunoichi had got to do.

He isn't that bad after all.

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"I'm glad you give us a chance. I can think of a wonderful future together, Sakura." Gaara smiled relieved and very happy as he kissed her softly before he had to go back to work.

"Do you want to have dinner together at my place? We could kind of celebrate our relationship."

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He finally said it. It feels so good!

Sakura nodded and gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on her, then she left his office.

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Leaning on the door to his office she leaned a brief moment against it before she continued her way to the stairs, still with a huge smile on her face.

It was the right decision to make. Don't you think?

Again there was no answer. Her inner-self seemed to be gone. Suddenly she remembered why and when she had stopped talking to herself. It was the day Naruto had left her. And it had not been her who quit speaking, it was her inner-self who had just turned quiet.

Good! Fine by me! You will have to deal with it!

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Gaara had surprised her with one of her favourite meals: grilled gilthead seabream, potatoes with parsley and grilled vegetables. They enjoyed their fantastic meal on his balcony and celebrated with a bottle of her favourite Suna whine in his hidden outdoor whirlpool.

Later they went to the secret room.

Gaara locked the door behind him and watched how his beautiful woman let her towel fall down. The pinkette was just about to walk up to her corner as he approached her from behind and stilled her movements.

"You're not going anywhere." He whispered rasp into her ear and nibbled tenderly on her earlobe. "As a sign of my serious intentions I want to spoil you, I want to give you my all." He kissed her neck erotically. "Do you want that?"

"Yes, mas…" He turned to quiet her with a passionate kiss.

"Not now, just call me by my name. I want you to see a side of me I have never shown anybody before. Do you trust me?"

To be honest after her last sexual experience with him she wasn't so sure anymore. She told herself to focus inwardly and without the help of her inner-self she smiled and nodded at him.

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"I want to switch roles this time."

The pinkette took a moment to process what he had just said. "You want me to dominate you?"

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"Yes."

"Gaara, I'm not sure I could do that. I have never done that before. I…"

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"I bid you to try it."

"Why do you want to do that?"

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"I want to experience your side of our plays, I want to understand you better and I want to show you how much I care about you. See it as a gift, as a confirmation and as something only you could do."

"But what about limits and safewords?"

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"I'm sure you know my limits by now and let's use our agreed safewords, although you have never used them before." His honest smile reassured her, Sakura returned it.

In a way it was so sweet of him to show her his honest intentions, although it scared her. What would Shukaku do? "Ok, Gaara. I'll try it. This one time, I'll try it."

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"I bare myself, my body, my mind, my all to you. I submit myself to you."

The young kazekage clad in only a green towel hanging dangerously low around the hips of his perfect sculpted body captured her lips with his in a sweet kiss, then he took a step back and knelt down in front of her.

He's serious! Shit, what am I going to do now? Dammit, that was never part of my training.

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She tried to remember her training and the things Gaara did with her, but it was a huge struggle for her to forget that this was the current kazekage kneeling in front of her, looking up into her eyes and waiting for her commands. His masculine, built physique and the beast inside of him aside he reminded her of a fragile young boy.

Definitely not a very erotic imagination… Dammit, I can't do that…

"Gaara, I..." I can't… But I can't turn down such a huge, emotional gesturefrom the kazekage.

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"Ok Gaara. I'm going to sit down on this sofa. I want you to massage my shoulders while I'm thinking of a plan."

"Yes, milady." He smiled at her.

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Sakura sat there for quite some time while his large and warm fingers kneaded through her muscles. It wasn't that bad after all.

"Now I want you to get on the floor and do ten push-ups for me."

She had always wanted to see a man doing that naked, the medic in her loved to watch muscles flex, but she would never admit it. She had called herself immune to well-trained bodies, but looking at the very specimen in front of her she knew she wasn't.

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Gaara saw her drooling look and smirked, he knew exactly which effect he had on her.

"Anything funny here?" Sakura tried to sound as harsh as she could.

"No, milady." But the mirth on his face betraying his words.

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"Five more."

The redhead continued, but he did only four before he got up into a kneeling position again. The young kunoichi knew he was challenging her, he could easily do more push-ups as powerful as he was.

"What about the last one? I said five."

"What if I say no, milady?" He cocked his head to the side and smirked sexily at her.

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"Well, in that case you shall be punished. Get up with your front to the cross!"

Gaara did as he was told and she approached him. Sadly the cuffs on the cross were too small for him, so she had to use some rope to tie him there. Also she bound a silk scarf over his eyes. Then she took a leather flogger and walked up behind him.

"I said fifteen push-ups, brat! You'll get punished for each one. Now count!"

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The first lashes were almost gentle and he couldn't hold back a chuckle, but she increased the intensity with every swing of the flogger.

At nine he began to take sharp breathes in and at twelve he flinched unintentionally.

"Three more to go. Do you need a break?"

"No, milady." He grumbled.

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"Good. I'll switch to another tool then. Count!"

The first hit with the wooden cane felt like something biting his cheeks. He flinched and grunted. "Thirteen."

At the second hit he pulled hard on the rope and hissed. After another intake of breath he indicated her to go on by counting.

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As the last hit rushed over him, he snarled threateningly and ripped the restrictions off.

Shukaku?

As he turned his head sideways and growled again, her suspicion got confirmed. His left eye had changed into that of the demon again.

Shit!

Get the hell out of here!

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**** WARNING: This part continues explicit scenes and violent acts. If you're a sensitive person you should better skip this part! There will be an all-clear signal where you could continue reading.****

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Sakura stepped away from him to the couch were the keys to the door lay.

The naked man approached her "Enough with that bullshit!"

Both of his eyes had changed.

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"Gaara, please come to senses! GAARA!"

"So scared, milady?"

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She felt like a mouse getting stalked by a cat.

"I'm not afraid of you, Shukaku!"

He laughed evilly. "Playtime's over, milady! You should be afraid."

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She had the keys in her hand, but he smirked at her. He had figured her plan of escape out and was blocking her way.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Help me please!

Use your brain! Talk with him! Ask him what he wants!

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"What do you want?"

The possessed man smirked, chuckling beastly and crossing his arms over his broad chest. "What I want can't be given by you, pretty. But I want to make sure you'll get the message."

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"I'm not afraid of you, Shukaku!" She repeated it like a mantra, too afraid to look at him she averted her eyes as he stepped close to her chuckling.

Surprisingly gentle he forced her chin up to look him directly in the eye. "If Gaara is too weak, I'll have to teach you a lesson."

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She shivered and her eyes were wide open in panic. A tear ran down her cheek.

"No need to cry, pretty."

"Please let me go."

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"Later."

He took the keys from her hands and threw them under the bed.

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"It's good to have some time alone, don't you think?" His hand brushed softly from her hand up over her shoulder to her collarbone and then her neck. He gently put a strain of pink behind her ear. It felt like he was caressing her.

"You're such a beauty." Soft fingers weaved through her hair.

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Sakura was confused.

What the hell is he doing?

Honestly I have no idea!

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"Beauty must be cherished. I understand why he chose you. Don't be afraid, I could never kill such a beautiful young lady."

"What do you want, Shukaku?"

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"I want to play."

"You want to play?"

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"That's why we are both here for, right? Now could you be so kind and walk over to the cross like we did before?"

Her eyes nearly popped out.

"No?" He cocked his head to the side questioningly. "My, my, milady. If you dish it out, you have to be able to take it."

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"I could say the same to you."

"You know nothing about me." He snorted in laughter. "Now, pretty, let's get it on."

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"Promise to spare my life and give Gaara back afterwards."

"Sure. I've already said I won't kill you, but I have to teach you a lesson."

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Sakura closed her eyes, as tears started to roll down her face.

Warm hands pressed her into him and he surprised her with a loving kiss. The pinkette couldn't decipher if Gaara was the one in front of her or Shukaku, the way he kissed her, how his touches felt, his scent it was all so familiar, his eyes aside. Their kiss turned into passion, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't fight the fire building up inside to the point she couldn't be sure anymore if this was just Shukaku in front of her, kissing her senseless. He moved them slowly and barely noticeable over to the middle of the room where the chains were hanging down from the ceiling.

The pinkette opened her eyes as he stopped kissing her, his eyes were back to normal. Relieved she took a few breathes. "Gaara?"

"Give me your hands."

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She wasn't sure who was talking to her right now, but there was no other way out of this room. Either she would be killed by a raging demon, who would likely go on a rampage or a killing spree afterwards and Gaara would have a break-down, not to mention that could cause a conflict or even a war between the two villages. Or she would go through this and make the best out of it. If he would continue the way he kissed then it could turn out very pleasant indeed. The worst thing was the feeling of guilt mixed with arousal.

Oh man, this situation is fucked up!

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He blindfolded her after another breath-taking kiss and tied her arms to the ceiling and her legs to a spreader bar. She felt wet hot kisses wash over her body and she couldn't hold back a moan.

His response was a chuckle, before he nibbled on her nipple. She wasn't prepared in the slightest of the impact of a braided nine-tail.

"Count to fifteen, sweet cherry!"

At ten he made a break, she was trembling like a flower in the wind. The redhead chuckled and kneeled down to kiss her neither regions until she rewarded him with a moan. He stood up again and continued with the other five lashes. Soft hands soothed the sore spots on her butt-cheeks and he kissed away the few tears that hung on her chin, before he captured her trembling lips with his in an amazing kiss.

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"I'm afraid we're not quite done yet, pretty."

"Yes, master."

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"I like that, milady." He stepped away to gather something, soon she felt his hard body pressed against her front and his breath fanned her neck.

"How much does it take…" He took one of her nipples with a cold and steel-like device. "…until you…" She screamed of the sudden pain. The device was gone but something felt odd. "…will leave?" He kissed her again. Then the metal device was on her second nipple. "How much…" Again there was a huge sting that took the air out of her lungs, but it was over soon and the device was gone. "…could you take?" His tongue delved between her wet folds, while his hand played with her backside.

As he inserted a finger there, she couldn't hold back a loud moan. "Dammit!" It was too much sensation, her nipples were still throbbing in a slight pain, but it did wonders to intensify his pleasant kisses. As her whole body shook again in pre-orgasm, he stopped. Only to lash her overly sensitive parts with a soft flogger. It was too much, she struggled to get free but at the same time she needed more of him. The red-head threw the flogger away and kissed her from the collar bone to her ear, as he untied her from the ceiling.

He picked her up easily and lay her down prone onto the cushioned bed bench. Her legs were still in the spreader bar and he tied her arms to the cuffs on the legs of the kinky piece of furniture. Then she felt cold liquid run down the valley of her cheeks.

The strange thing was the longer the lube was on the colder it got. Sakura remembered Anko's quick introduction into the world of lubes, it had to be one of those with a cooling effect to intensify the area applied to. Oh no, he won't apply THAT to THERE!

As she began to stir, he pressed her down gently. "I told you I will teach you a lesson, pretty."

And then his hands began to stroke her very gentle. First she squirmed as the cold lube touched her overly sensitive clit, but it felt so good that she almost didn't notice how he let a finger coated in lube probe her backdoor. The cooling lube bit, he distracted her with a few skilled circlular moves over her clit and kisses on her neck. Sensation washed over and she relaxed again, soon he withdraw and she whimpered of the loss. He chuckled and entered her anally.

She whimpered and cried, she bade him to slow down. Before she could feel any more discomfort a hand continued to caress her sweet pearl, as he began to move in a rough pace. Her cries turned into moans and pleasure replaced pain.

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Shukaku bit her neck harshly and snarls evilly at her "You don't belong here! You never will!"

Then Sakura experienced her first real orgasm during sex or to be more specifically during anal sex.

On the peak of her rush she cried out "Kakashi!"

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Gaara had regained full control over his body as she was about to cum. He realised he had finally reached his goal, but he wasn't satisfied with the result. Sakura had been too deep into subspace to notice her fauxpas.

This time he was sure he heard her right, but he didn't ask her about it.

They both had their secrets they wouldn't talk about, they both had a hard past and they would need some time to make it work. For now Gaara was happy he was able to make her cum, although he couldn't remember much of their session.

Had Shukaku shown up? Wasn't he supposed to be the one who was tied up?

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After some gentle cuddling Sakura stood up and went wordlessly into the bathroom. As she stepped out of the waterfall shower once she was done, Gaara was waiting for her in the bathroom with a whine-red fluffy towel to help her dry off.

The young kazekage could remember some snippets of what had happened and he was afraid she would run away from him and the beast he had lost control of, but her kind smile proved him otherwise. He wrapped the warm fluffy thing around her and embraced her.

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"Stay with me tonight!" he bade her and she nodded with a small smile.

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He knew for sure he had gone too far this time. She had agreed to try these actions prior, but they had wanted to take their time. Still she wasn't leaving him and she had not used her safewords. Shukaku wanted to scare her, he was sure of that.

They walked to his private bed where he gently pulled her to his chest and she kissed him softly, before he drifted off to sleep. Gaara had hope.

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For a long while Sakura lay awake as he was sleeping peacefully next to her. Her head was spinning, her eyes wouldn't close and she didn't get comfortable regardless of which position she tried to lay.

She began to doubt that she could stay for that night, not after what had happened, she needed air and she didn't want to be in his near right now.

She detected Shukaku was also sleeping, so it would be safe to leave him there alone. Inwardly she hoped gaara would understand, prior they had agreed to take baby steps after all. Her head hammered and she didn't know what she should make out of the situation. Shukaku seemed to hate her and to be honest it scared her, although the fear turned her on in a very disturbing way. Also she had experienced her first orgasm during sex. During anal sex.

It was too much for her to progress right now.

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Sakura found back to herself as her knuckles knocked at Kakashi's door. She hadn't noticed whether the tears falling nor that her legs had dragged her to his door, but it was the only reasonably safe place she could think of right now. She needed her anchor, her saviour, the one who was always there for her. She needed him.

He opened the door and his annoyed, sleep disturbed look turned quickly into one of concern as he found his former student standing there sobbing and shivering in tears.

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Her broken whisper was only meant for him to hear "Stay with me."

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Without saying a word he stepped aside and let her in. Before he closed the door he took a look into both directions of the hallway, gladly there was no-one there.

As he closed the door to his bedroom, she was already lying in his beige sheets. He sighed shaking his head, then he joined her and they slept spooning in peace.

Tsunade, what have you done?

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Kakashi sneaked downstairs into the kitchen to get two cups of wonderful Arabian style coffee, rice pudding with nuts and honey and some fresh fruit for him and his guest. That early nobody saw him.

As he returned and put down the breakfast onto his table he heard her stir and sit up in his bed.

"Are you hungry?"

Sakura blinked at him, she was stunned. He brings us food?

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They sat down at his table and began to eat. They talked and laughed about good old stories and the latest news from Konoha.

For her it felt good to have conversations with him again and he was glad the heavy weight on his chest felt lighter when he was near to her.

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After a while he asked "I thought maybe there is something you want to talk about?" He didn't want to push her, he just wanted to offer her an option and to show her she could always count on him.

"Kakashi, I… I…" she stopped and put her bowl down onto the table. "Thank you for… For the meal." She stood up and looked at him. "And for being there." For me.

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Her eyes looked so sad, it made his insides churn. He knew the whole situation was gnawing on her as much as it did on him.

The silver-haired jounin gave her a small nod. "Anytime!" For you.

She smiled at him dreamily and he returned it.

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Their connection was strong and undeniable, they both knew there was something more between them. They looked like two animals sitting in separate cages craving to get close to each other without the metal bars. But due to the mission their dreams would never come true, they would never get a chance. Even if there was a distance of 5 meters between them it felt close like their bodies were actually touching.

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"I should probably go now." The pinkette gave him an excusing smile.

He responded with a single nod and cheered her up with his trademark eye-crinkle, then she left.

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You can always count on me , Sakura, even if it's killing me. Unless you are safe it's fine by me and it's all I want.

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Gaara's creepy sand eye went unnoticed as he saw her leaving the copy nin's room in the morning.

Neither of the three understood what had happened.