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59. Memorial Day
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Kakashi left in the early morning hours and the pinkette enjoys her day off to sleep long. Blinking eyes in the sunrays discover there is a beautiful red rose lying on her nightstand waiting for her to test its delirious scent. Smiling dearly, her hand reaches out to touch it and to lay it down on the empty space on the white pillow next to her. Her fingers slowly trace the firm, dark green stem along every contour and thorn. Then her fingertips find the soft, deep red petals and she leans down to inhale its alluring smell. Delightedly she rolls onto her back again and drifts off into sleep again.
Around midmorning she has finally decided to get out of her insanely comfy bed and slowly but surely she crawls out of her overly pleasant warm duvets. Then Sakura puts on her champaign-coloured robe and steps out into her living room with the attached kitchenette. To her surprise the table has already been set for breakfast for two persons with a folded sheet of paper on her plate and a rose petal, which conjures a smile to her face. Like the rose he has left it reminds her of what he had done as Tatsuo after she had healed his ANBU injuries a few years ago.
The little letter tells her that he is sorry, but he had to go to help and coordinate the preparations for the festivities and that Tatsuo will come by to pick her up. Sakura sighs loudly, she isn't amused to go there with his clone, but to maintain their cover she has to. The whole story with Tatsuo and Kakashi is still so weird for her to fathom.
The kunoichi is preparing her special coffee ritual as somebody knocks on her door. Through her peephole she can see Tatsuo in his Jounin attire standing there in front of her apartment with a shy smile on his handsome face and a bag full of deliciously smelling food in his hands. Oh yes, somehow the tempting aroma of fresh bakery seems to sweep through the doorframe straight to her nostrils. Of course she lets him in, though neither of them says a word. In silence he helps her to prepare their meal together and they sit down at her table. Hungrily she is delving into her tasty buckwheat rolls with avocado and salmon and he enjoys a slice of honeydew with prosciutto.
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Time and again it's pretty funny to see him eating slowly like normal people do, even if it's just his clone.
Yeah, indeed!
How will I ever get used to that sight?
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Seemingly out of the blue she chuckles and Tatsuo gives her a hesitating, carefully questioning look. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, I was just thinking about our dear hokage's eating habits."
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"There's no need to wolf such amazing food in such a nice company." The smile he gives her has a bold and pretty flirty undertone.
Sakura shakes her head focussing on her plate again.
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"So what do you want to do today?" He asks friendly, but indicating that they will probably spend the whole day and evening together - maybe even the night, but Sakura refuses to think about that now. Sure, he is a part of Kakashi, but that's exactly her main problem: He is just a part of him, an alter ego at most, but he is not fully the man who has managed to seal and steal her shattered heart. By Tatsuo's prudent smile she can tell he understands her inner struggle well.
"Before we go to meet the others, I would love to take a quick stop at the hospital to check on my newest problem child Hideo."
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"Sure! May I ask what happened to him?" He refills her glass with exotic fruit juice and hands her the soft-boiled eggs before he takes one for himself.
"Thank you. Hideo's a very young and talented ninja who joined ANBU just this spring. About a week ago he got fatally injured. In most cases and under normal circumstances the wound would have been definitely lethal. He's lucky that quite recently I've developed a new surgery technic which combines very difficult orthodox medicine procedures with extremely complex chakra technics. By fate he was the first living human on which I could perform the new method. As it turned out it's a huge improvement in the medic fields and he's a little wonder. His progress is remarkable."
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"I've always known you're an incredibly skilled medic, but this sounds amazing. I'm tremendously proud of you, Sakura."
His honest words mixed with a charming smile to die for make her blush. It's the same dreamy expression she has gotten to know on Kakashi's real face whenever he has shown her his honest affection and pride during the last few months.
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When they finish their tasty breakfast Tatsuo insists to clean the table alone. "Let me wash the dishes for you. In the meantime you can take a long warm shower and get ready for the event."
"Are you sure?"
He nods sending her a lovely smile which she knows so well from Kakashi and which never fails to make her heart skip a beat. Sakura disappears into her bedroom to gather some clothes to avoid an awkward situation when she would have to walk back to her room clad in a towel or a bath robe to get dressed. The Tatsuo-Kakashi-thing feels still strange for her and apparently it also does for the young man or better said the special clone.
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Soon she returns with a fresh uniform in her arms and watches him over the counter working in the kitchen. Tatsuo is standing at the sink with his back to her, the sleeves of his tight Jounin shirt rolled up to his elbows reveal sturdy, brawny underarms. Never before she has noticed how his movements resemble exactly the ones of the infamous copy-nin, the slight crinkle of his eyes whenever he smiles and even his scent was nearly completely the same. That is when he isn't covering any it on purpose.
How come I've never realised?
Fascinated by the obvious similarities and without thinking she is ogling him. Her eyes are glued to the muscles alternating in tensing and slackening while he is doing the dishes. Smirking he turns his head a bit to the left to look at her, which she doesn't even seem to notice. Her mouth stands open and she is staring, eagerly drinking in his sight like she has always done during the last years whenever Kakashi has successfully managed to tease her.
Suddenly their eyes meet and her expression turns into that of a caught and shocked deer in headlights as her cheeks change into a deep pink colour.
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"Ehrm… I was thinking… Do you need any help?" She stammers finding a huge interest in the tiles of the floor of her kitchenette.
He turns fully to face her and leans against the counter giving her a cocky grin, then he responds teasingly: "Only if you need any help with your shower."
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As expected his little suggestion throws her out of her daze and brings her straight back to earth.
"Pervert!" She shouts irritated and turns on her heels with a fire-red, heated head into the direction of her bathroom.
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Tatsuo can't hold back his laughter anymore as he hears her harshly locking the door from inside. He has anticipated that they will have to face some discomforting situations today and maybe some tension and heat even, but not so soon. Chuckling he resumes his work by drying the dishes while Sakura steps into her shower.
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The young patient is out of the worst and to all surprises he will even be able to fulfil his duty soon. The bluish-haired boy is awake and after a routine-check she promises him to send him one of his colleagues with some ice-cream from the festivities later on. His grey eyes lighten up in happiness.
"In a few weeks you'll be out of here and we can start to work on your rehab."
"Thank you, Haruno-sama."
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Right then the legendary copy-nin comes into the room with a brief knock on the door and acts surprised to see her there. "Sakura-san, isn't it your day off?"
"It is, hokage-sama. The hospital was on my way anyway and, while I was walking down the street to join the party, I decided to stop by and look after Konoha's newest medical wonder here." She ruffles the head of the teenager.
Hideo smiles proudly. "Doctor Haruno promised me ice-cream."
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"Did she?" Kakashi smirks underneath his mask.
Nodding the boy continues: "She said an ANBU could bring me some."
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Standing in front of the bed and tapping his clothed chin with an index-finger the silverhead responds: "So we do have ANBU ice-cream service now?" Amused he takes a look at the unsettled pinkette. "I didn't know, but that sounds great!" The hokage coughs once and forms a hand signal, which looks like an A, then an ANBU approaches. "What ice-cream do you want, Hideo? Due to your fast recovery progress it's on me."
The ANBU looks questioningly at his highest boss.
"And one for you, too. Just give your comrade some company. I bet it's boring here all alone. Take the day off, Jino." He continues friendly with an eye-crinkle.
Said young man puts down his mask and grinned happily and so does the patient in the hospital bed. They seem to be both around sixteen and are probably friends.
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"Sakura, I've seen Tatsuo is standing outside at the entrance. I bet he is waiting for you. Don't let him stand there for too long! You're not here to work, remember?"
Sheepishly she shows him the infusion bag she has prepared in her hands. "I'll just give him another paracetamol cocktail and then I'm gone."
The hokage tilts his head to the side in a frown and crosses his arms in front of his chest. Sakura loves that powerful, commanding appearance he has when he was standing like that, giving her that dominant look and wearing that damn hot kage uniform without the robe and hat. Her mind drifts off to what lies underneath his official clothes and what he was capable of doing to her. Oh, how she would love to bring her current thoughts into action. Their earth-shattering sex is all she has ever been longing for, but still she hopes he will let his full dominant side take over someday. She is sure he is holding back, they haven't had a real bdsm session yet - probably due to the horrible incidents she went through which he witnessed in Suna. The sight of his screamingly male and ruling posture in front of her does wonders to her fervent imagination. Tiny sweat pearls appear barely visible on her forehead and it took all her concentration to focus on the teenager and the infusion bag. The infamous shinobi takes a seat to talk a bit with the boy while Jino went for the ice-cream.
Under demanding glances of their hokage Sakura bids them farewell eventually and storms out to meet Tatsuo outside of the hospital, who greets her joyfully and takes her shaky hand in his warm and comforting bigger one to lead her to the festivities.
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In the afternoon the hokage holds a long speech to honour the fallen. He mentions every dead Konoha shinobi of the last five years and makes a short summary of each life which has come to an end this year followed by some official announcements and Konoha's latest achievements. Kakashi even grants Naruto and the shy Hyuuga to inform the villagers all by themselves of their soon-to-be addition to their family. Afterwards the gesture of honour is performed, which means the hokage slices the first piece of meat from the grill and puts it on a plate decorated with all kinds of side dishes, next he uncorks a bottle of red-wine. By tradition the first plate of food and the first glass of wine are then placed in front of the cenotaph as sacrifice for the Gods and the fallen.
Then the buffet is opened and Tatsuo and Sakura sit down at a table with their friends. He pulls out the seat for her and gets her an aperitif so naturally that she can only be stunned by how sweet he acts around her, though he is a little impetuous like a younger, less skilled version of Kakashi, but to her surprise she finds quite a like in his company. Whereas the copy-nin acts as professional as ever and reserved in her presence when he goes from table to table and greets his shinobi, Kakashi is behaving too distant for her taste and some of their closer comrades seemingly find it strange. They have all seen them being close friends during the last years and now he is more aloof than ever towards the pinkette and her boyfriend. That will probably result in new fuel for the gossip.
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Don't raise any suspicion, my ass!
Maybe that's his plan?
What do you mean?
He could be detecting who would have a problem with you two being together for real or who would want you two to be a couple.
Do you really think he's testing the waters?
It's Kakashi, so you never know.
Maybe he'll explain that later.
Maybe…
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Before she can continue the discussion with her inner-self Tatsuo sets down a plate in front of her.
On it there is a fairly ample slice of cheesecake decorated with a pile of fresh strawberries and blueberries and a little stipe falling into two luscious green mint leaves. The kind gesture and his remarkable rememberance for her taste in desserts, her mind begins to form a new idea. After the scene the distant hokage played at the hospital, knowing all-too-well what her imagination would do with his dominant appearance, she decides to pay him back later on. Smirking mischievously she takes a bite of her sinfully delicious cake oblivious to the perceptive eyes of her companion.
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Gaara has made it to visit Konoha for the Memorial Day party and after the meal he walks from his seat at the hokage's table to Sakura's and Temari's. The redhead gives the pinkette a friendly hug and he greets the man at her side in typical stoic kazekage manner with a sceptical and kind of warning look. Shikamaru offers him his chair next to the pinkette and gathers them some drinks while Gaara joins them.
"Sakura, I have something for you as a little thank you gift for your efforts as my personal medic."
Grateful the kazekage hands her a little scroll.
The pinkette smiles and opens it to look at its sealed contents. "Oh, really? How did you know? I just ran out of coffee today and you have no idea what they call a strong brand here in Konoha!" She shakes her head in disgust.
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"I know, Temari's ordering coffee from Suna on regular basis. Don't get me wrong, the housing which Konoha offers to a kage is more than generous, but the coffee in the morning is a whole other story." Chuckling he continues: "I also have a scroll for Naruto and Kakashi with me. Have you seen them?"
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Kages and their mostly illegal import presents!
Nothing comes to fine Suna wine!
Yeah, I bet their scrolls don't include coffee and spices as well!
Pretty unlikely!
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Tatsuo and Sakura show him the direction and he leaves still scrutinizing the young man next to his former official fling.
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Even Sasuke has attended the festivities with the clingy redheaded woman as he has eventually promised after what felt like a thousand pleading letters from Naruto. Said jinchuuriki occupies the female Uzumaki and they get caught in a long and deep conversation. The last Uchiha uses that perfect moment to escape and he manages to put some distance between the two babbling relatives and himself. After a careful walk through the crowd he turns towards Sakura and Tatsuo, which are strolling together along the market stands.
Sasuke raises a brow at the clone: "You should punish him for that burden you know?"
The pinkette and the handsome young man whose fingers are entwined with hers chuckle, then they start talking about her former teammate's latest travels.
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Suddenly there is movement inside the crowd. "Saaasssukeeee? Saaasukeeee?" Obviously Karin has finally noticed his absence and is now looking for him.
Sasuke looks up to the skies like he is pleading to the Gods. "Ugh."
Tatsuo chuckles with an amused face. "Speaking of a burden."
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Death glares flow from the Uchiha to the clone and Sakura grins widely. "So you're hiding?"
"It's complicated. She's a pain in the ass. She can't accept a simple no. Naruto begged me to bring her along, I guess it was a huge mistake." The sharingan and rinnegan bearer sighs in annoyance and brushes his dark mane back with his fingers.
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The pinkette turns serious at the pained and hopeless look he gives her. "I understand."
Sasuke scans the near area for a place to hide as fast as possible. "Don't tell her we met."
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Sakura whispers reassuringly, "Of course not."
Tatsuo nods in understanding.
Then the last Uchiha jumps elegantly inside of a closed market stall right next to the couple, which is used as a makeshift table to put down drinks and snack plates. There he crouches down and quickly supresses his chakra. The pushy Uzumaki female approaches, still shouting his name like a mantra.
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"Karin, if you're looking for Sasuke-san, I've seen him talking to the hokage nearby the academy not long ago." Sakura speaks in a friendly tone.
The redhead turns half-way to look at her. "Oh, really? Thanks! I lost Sasuke-kun an awful while ago and I have no idea where I am right now. Konohagakure is huge, you know! In which direction…"
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Tatsuo points to the left: "This way. Take the second street on the right, then the third on the left and from there you go four blocks straight. You can't miss the academy. "
Karin's eyes light up. "Thank you so much!" And then she storms away.
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Sakura beams at the calm and stern man besides her. "Tatsuo, that's not the right direction to the academy, not even in the slightest!"
He shrugs without any expression and so Kakashi-like. "I know."
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Sasuke crawls out of his hiding place: "Thank you, Sakura and… you."
Tatsuo smiles at him with an eye-crinkle they all know so well and it conjures a half-sided smirk on Sasuke's face. Then the Uchiha finds a vacant house nearby for a new hideout.
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A dark figure forms in the shadows. "Whom are you hiding from?"
"The Uzumaki girl."
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The shady form approaches and he recognise him in an instant. "Seems like it lies in the bloodline."
"So you're hiding from Naruto?"
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"And my dear siblings. Never mix alcohol with any of them."
"I can only imagine." He chuckles and they both sit down at a table in the empty house.
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To all appearances the great Uchiha has accidentally chosen the same hiding place as no-one other than the kazekage, who has a hard time to flee from his drunken siblings and the tipsy blonde wannabe-hokage. He tells him that they want to take this opportunity to marry him off to some annoying fan girls. Luckily his personal ANBU guards secure the area and will inform them early enough to escape again.
"Do you want a drink? I have some fine Suna wine with me if you want?" He pulls out a scroll from his pocket and unseals a dark green bottle.
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To her surprise Sakura has a really great time with Tatsuo the clone. After some tea and amazing wagashi especially created for the event, they meet again with their friends at the bar area for some drinks. Ino hands him a shot, Sakura and Sai grimace as they get one each.
"This, my dear Tatsuo, is called a smurf suicide. Enjoy!"
By his look Sakura can tell he is repelled by the stinging smell and the very unique colour, but for her and the sake of her friendship with the blonde he is willing to try it.
"Oh damn, what's in there?" He rasps coughing after his first shot.
The Yamanaka laughs and Sai pats his shoulder in battle comrade style. "We have all been through that experience. I wish I could say it gets better with time, but sadly it doesn't. You have to be strong."
They all start to laugh and Tatsuo orders the next round, but this time one of his own creations called lemon fling, strong but fruity and without any sting.
Ino is impressed, she declares it to be her new favourite shot and begins to interrogate the handsome ANBU about his secret drink recipes. The others join them at the bar and Sakura notices happily that her friends seem to like him. They all get along pretty well and include him into their conversations so naturally like he has always belonged to their group. Their eyes meet and he seems to feel the same.
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Some drinks later Tatsuo drags her to the dance floor, which is apparently the only way to escape from killing further smurfs and downing other ridiculously strong drinks at the moment. The pinkette is stupefied as he pulls her close to his chest for a slow dance.
Kakashi can dance?
If Tatsuo can, I'm sure he can, too.
Kakashi wants to dance?
He prefers more to dance than to drink, yes.
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Her head leans to the side of his and she breathes in his wonderful scent. His hands on her hips hold her gentle to him while their closeness is taking its toll. At a point on which she finds it unbearable and his pleading blue eyes tell her he is feeling the same, she takes the young ANBU by the arm and they dash away. In the park nearby the place where the party took place they finally stop, only to end up kissing under a huge tree.
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Unpredictable and uncontrollable lust takes over and they start to make out against the innocent old willow. Wild, hot lips and demanding hands seep through their Jounin uniforms, their flak jackets soon forgotten decorate the grass around. At least it is night by now and the darkness grants them some privacy. With one of her legs wrapped around his waist he is stilling her cries with his passionate kisses as he brings her to orgasm with his skilled fingers, oh-so-forbidden under the moonlight in public.
Afterwards still panting, she puts down her shaky leg and nibbles at his strong neck while she surprises him by opening the fly of his pants and stroking his hard member. Tatsuo fights hard to suppress his groans, but he can't keep silent as she suddenly wraps herself around him and guides him inside of her. Both need a few moments without any movements to relish in the feeling of their proximity while their foreheads are pressed together drowning in each other's hungry eyes. Slowly he starts to move and they are sealing each other's lips to stifle their lustful moans, but before they can continue it any further, they hear someone approach.
He sets her down and groans in annoyance adjusting his clothes as he watches her quickly clothed form walk over to talk with the couple that has just come by. Staring at the two flak jackets on the ground he realises that very likely there won't be any release for his riled up self now.
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In the meantime the hokage leaves the party. Soon after he has reached the tower he makes a mental connection with Tatsuo and notices it is safe to let him disperse now, because he's at the toilet. In a blur Kakashi experiences everything the clone has during the day. Smirking devilishly he decides to secretly return as Tatsuo.
Payback time!
With a huge grin he approaches her in the park. She notices within the blink of an eye that this isn't the clone anymore who has just returned from the bathroom, it is Kakashi in all his henge-ful glory instead. They walk back to the tree where she and Tatsuo have been prior to get their discarded flak jackets.
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"So what did you tell Naruto and Hinata as they caught us?"
"I held him back to not go and high-five you and convinced him to let you go to the bathroom alone, then I tried to calm down the pale Hyuuga. That is before she suddenly turned the darkest pink I've ever seen on her pretty face."
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"Ah, I've missed quite some fun!" He smirks at her.
She chuckles. "Naruto turned to her and told her she shouldn't be so shy, not after they're expecting their twins soon."
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"That's why she turned so red?"
"Exactly! But then Naruto's brain seemed to rail hard why we were here and the hokage was there and right when that knowingly dirty grin spread all over his face I helped Hinata to hit him and then they left amused."
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Hungrily he corners her against the tree where she gathers their flak jackets. Hoarsely he whispers into her ear: "Do you remember when you asked me about my best sexual experience?"
"Yes?" She moans softly as his nose brushes her delicate neck.
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"I told you, I'll let you know you one day." His hot breath sets her skin on fire.
Lips ghost over the sensitive area below her ear. "Mhm. So?" Her hands fist in his flak jacket.
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"It was the first time I've been sleeping with you." His eyes meet hers.
"As Tatsuo or yourself?"
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Then he leans near again as teeth graze her neck in a very erotic way. "Hm, good question… But I guess there isn't much difference…"
"Aaaah! For me it was!" She playfully pushes him back to look at him.
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Smirking devilishly he steps close again to breathe into her ear: "As long as you are moaning my real name on the brink of orgasm it's similar, right?"
She shrieks as he nibbles her earlobe in such a arousing way, she thinks she may burst. "Omg… No, please tell me I don't…"
He silences her with a lusty groan and a hungry kiss. They look at each other, flames burning in their eyes.
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All of a sudden Sakura states playfully stern: "Sorry Tatsuo, but I'm too tired."
"Mhm, I bet you are." His predatory lustful look practically screams that he doesn't believe her a single word while his fingers curl deep into her jounin shirt and his nails gently graze her smooth, milky white skin underneath.
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"I already had my fun." The confident pinkette gives him a lascivious smirk.
"Mhm, you did."
Reinlessly and fiery he pushes her against that damn tree to devour her mouth, to bite her delicate neck and his hands hold her pressed against him in a straddling position. In an instant both shinobi are reminded of their make-out session in the back alley in Suna. As they can't take it any longer he teleports them away.
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Due to the passion of the moment they have been completely unaware of the person in the shadows nearby. In safe distance Shikamaru witnesses and smirks suspiciously.
So Tatsuo is not only capable to use a rare and pretty unique teleporting jutsu for himself, but he can also take another person with him? Interesting. Very, very interesting…
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They appear in a puff of smoke inside of his bedroom. He has chosen his home because it's pretty likely that her friends will show up later at her place as a surprise with more of their weird drinks for a private after party like they have always done in the years before. Nobody will disturb the hokage tonight, that is for sure.
"So Tatsuo, huh?"
She shrugs and grins broadly. "I can't help it. You were so distanced and cold and he was so nice and it got hot and, well... "
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"You know if you want it kinkier, you just need to say a single peep." Leering at her he discards his flak jacket and shirt, then he changes back into his real self.
"Peep." Shyly she looks down at her feet.
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He is on her within the blink of an eye and after another all-intelligence-numbing kiss he continues his assault on her neck. "I thought you were tired?" His raspy voice gives her the chills.
"Seems like you've fucked me awake, hokage-sama."
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After a quick look for confirmation he answers with his dangerous low chuckle.
"You're mine, Sakura. I'll make sure you'll never forget that."
They are lying on his bed with her delicate body under his legendary strong one. His fingers gently tilt her chin up to deepen their eye-contact. "I've seen your face at the hospital room, Sakura. I want to play with you, I want to hear you beg for more and I want to make you scream my name over and over again. What do you think, Sakura? Should we go to the next level?"
"I won't beg." Sakura pouts.
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"Oh, I assure you, you will!" He says smirking cockily.
"No." She makes it to her personal goal to not beg.
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Suddenly he rips her shirt apart and keeps her hands still above her head, intensely looking at her. Surprised of his rough move she nods her affirmation and he doesn't miss the small shiver of anticipation running through her body. With a dominant overwhelming smirk he speaks in a stern tone: "Did you really forget how to give me a proper answer or are you testing me, little one?"
Excited emerald eyes beam at the drop-dead gorgeous man straddling her, effectively pinning her down with his strong hands. "Yes, Sir. I would love to go to the next level with you."
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"Mhm, good girl." Kakashi let go of her arms and gives her a kiss. Then he gets off of the bed and points at the place on the carpet in front of him. "Do you remember the position I taught you?"
"Yes, Sir."
All too willingly she stands up and strips down to her string while he watches her every movement with expectant eyes as he doesn't move from his position with his arms crossed over his bare muscular chest. Afterwards Sakura walks over with deliberated gratitude and kneels down in front of him in the position he has suggested. She takes a moment to perfect it with a slight hollow back and adjusting her shoulders back to emphasize her bosom, then she put her arms together on her back and last but not least she let her thighs fall open. As she is satisfied with her work she looks up to meet his scrutinizing gaze.
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"You have no idea how long I've been dreaming of this moment."
The pinkette presents him her best smile. "I bet as long as I've been, Sir."
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"Do you know how beautiful and sexy you're looking right now?"
With steady steps he walks around her, once, twice, thrice and a fourth time like he can't get enough of her sight. Then he leans forward from behind and whispers into her ear: "Don't hesitate and tell me if something gets uncomfortable, okay? Ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Give me your hands." He ties her hands together outstretched to her front and stands in front of her in an intimidating, dominant posture which makes her blood boil. In one hand he holds the rope which leads to her tied hands. He lets her feel her submissive position by playing with the rope, carefully pulling, curling and slackening the hemp material and effectively alternating the angle of her position.
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"Mhm, you have no idea how appealing you are."
With a harsh pull he gets her up to stand and stills her surprised gasp with an affectionate stroke of her soft cheek. He is close, so close, his adamantly sexy body nearly touches her begging bare front. She tries to reach out to touch his sinful planes, but he pulls the rope into the other direction, so that she has to bend her arms over her head. His fingers ghost over her heated skin in a wonderful dance of torture, sometimes grazing, sometimes pinching, then soft and feather-like followed by warm calculated strokes of craving body parts, but he won't give her what she wanted the most, not yet. Sakura is trembling, her body acts on its own as she parts her legs unconsciously and tries to rub herself against the amazing man in front of her. Her unsuccessful and hopeless attempts make him chuckle in that awfully dangerously low tone that has always managed to reverberate right in her groin, riling her up to a full new level of arousal.
"What do you want, Sakura?"
"You. I want you."
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All of a sudden he stops all ministrations and steps back to intensify the draw on the rope.
"Pardon?"
"Sir. I want you, Sir." She stutters panting.
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Again he closes their distance, but this time from behind. She feels his hot breath on her neck and shoulder as he is carefully brushing away her pink locks to grant his warm lips better access to her delicate skin. Suddenly he pulls her hair and bites her neck with a predatory snarl, but before she can react to the sharp pain, it is over. The tension on her hair is vanished and he kisses the sore spot on her neck with such a soft, serpentine dance of his hot tongue that it tingles her dizzy and makes her womanhood scream for the same treatment.
One of his hands brushes along her side and downwards, aiming for its craving destination. The pinkette squirms and rubs against the man standing right at her back with a solid stand like a rock, but his fingers refuse to give in so soon. They wander over her inner thighs, graze the soft skin there with his nails and pinch it from time to time only to tease the outer area of her dripping womanhood. He is going to take his time and she will beg, he is sure of that.
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A few tantalizing close brushes around the edge of her pearl compared with flicking a rosy nipple and nibbling her sensitive neck let her finally reach her limit.
"Kakashi, please! I… I can't take it any longer. Please!"
"My, my! Seems like you are already begging?"
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Her eyes shoot open, she is about to lose that fight. No, I can't beg!
The perceptive copy-nin notices her inner struggle immediately and smirking he repeats the movement of his fingers, which doesn't fail to elicit a load moan from the woman in his hands.
Sakura can't think straight any longer, he has reduced her completely to her senses and she lets down her silly wall, which she can't even recall why she has put it there in the first place.
"Please, please! Sir, please."
"What do you want?"
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"Please make me come, Sir. Please."
"Are you begging me to make you come?" His fingers trace the edge of her entry.
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"Yes, Sir. Please."
He captures her lips with his in a sweet kiss as he let a finger delve into her wanting cave while his palm massages her throbbing pearl. Loud and unbent she cries out his name as her first orgasm of the night shudders through her body and he holds her close to keep her legs from going weak.
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Then the silverhead carries her over to the bed, positions her with her booty at the edge and playfully slaps it once to get back her attention. Her smile assures him that everything is alright and he can go on. After a few more slaps until her cheeks are of a rosy tone he turns her around. The cocktail of rushing hormones is clearly visible in her face now and he decides this is the sexiest look he has ever seen on her. Kakashi spreads her legs and ties them to the bedposts, the same goes for her arms then he leaves the bed and takes a few steps back to examine his work. The tingling in her core returns the moment she sees him standing there with his head tilt to the side in the same stance he had prior at the hospital and openly lusting over her with the most powerful look he has given her today.
It becomes unbearable for her again with the distance between them and without noticing her lips form a silent pleading toward the dominant man.
"Are you begging again?"
All shame seems forgotten, she just needs to feel him, so she answers with a confident nod not breaking their intense eye-contact.
"I want you."
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"Beg for it."
"Please, touch me. Sensei, please."
Both their eyes turn wide and her heart skips a beat as realisation kicks in what she has said. Chuckling in that dangerously low tone he steps near and crawls over her like a predator stalking its prey.
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"I want you, Sakura." He gently tugs a pink strain behind her ear, then he kisses her senseless. Kakashi extends his loving and passionate kisses over her body and grants her a second height with his skilled tongue before he starts to feverishly fuck her.
With a loud cry she rips the rope and they come together in white pure bliss.