Disclaimer: Own "nothin' but a hound dog". Actually, I don't even own those words, but I do have an annoying Chihuahua.
A/N: This is dedicated to Kagomaru and suittt for being my first ever reviewer/favers. The rest of you made my day as well =)
Habits
Sakura wondered if anyone noticed how bored she was. Perhaps they thought facial spasms were a norm for her and were too polite to comment. She had taken to staring at a table leg while opening and closing one eye at a time.
'Hrmm... It seems that my right eye is the dominant one.
I hope no one gets the wrong idea and thinks I'm hitting on them.'
Ino's high-pitched giggle broke Sakura out of her reverie and she realised that the conversation had changed its topic to her.
"You think THAT'S bad! Once, I saw Sakura here walk around with the back of her skirt tucked into... ARGH!"
Cheeks flushed and awkward smile plastered onto her face, Sakura removed her fingernails from Ino's thigh and hissed,
"Shut up unless you want me to bring up that time where you were drunk and you mistook Lee for..."
"OK OK! Geez woman! I thought you pinkie-promised on that one!" Ino hastily interrupted.
"No. By the way, the pinkie-promise was for that time you ate my med shrooms," Sakura clarified with a pointed glare at her 'best' friend, only to find that Ino had already started talking again.
'Damn that Ino!
Why am I even here?
Couldn't she have asked someone else to double date with her?'
Sakura glanced up to find her so-called date chatting up the waitress's breasts. She gave an inward snort and then sighed.
'Again, why am I here?
It's not as though I need a date.
But I guess Ino doesn't know about Kakashi yet.
Speak of the devil...'
Sakura caught a flash of bright orange out of the corner of her eye.
'Either that's Naruto or Kakashi's book and it's definitely not loud enough to be Naruto.'
She quickly craned her neck to see if the owner of said book was who she thought it was. So intent in her actions, Sakura didn't realise her chair was now balanced precariously on two legs. With a small yelp, she flung her arm out to grasp the neighbouring table. Fortunately, it was empty. Unfortunately, any chance of following the orange book was long gone.
'I give up.
I'm leaving.'
Ino was busily flirting with her date while Sakura's date was still trying to find the answer to the puzzle that was apparently written on the waitress's chest. Seeing that her presence wouldn't be missed, Sakura made her swift exit with one word.
"Bathroom."
As she pushed open the door to the female restrooms, Sakura prayed that the person who designed the restaurant was female.
'Damn Kakashi.
Why won't he teach me how to do that teleporting thing he does?
It's probably so that whenever he wants to disappear, no one can follow him.
God, I hope the window's big enough.'
The door swung shut behind her and she heard it lock.
"Wha.."
Before she completed the sentence, she was quickly spun around, her mouth muffled with the softest lips that were moving against hers so familiarly.
The haze of her mind provided her with a name, and then nothing else mattered.
Kakashi smirked. He couldn't work himself up to feel guilty.
So what if he had followed her. She had piqued his curiosity when she muttered about a stupid pig and being forced to meet the stupid pig friends.
Sakura was HIS damnit.
What was she doing going on a date? And dressed up like THAT too! Why did she never dress up for him?
'Probably because she thinks you don't care what she wears. As long as it's on the floor, that is.'
Well, damn.
Now that he'd seen it once, he wanted it again.
He admired the way the strapless dress clung to her form, showing off the curves that were usually hidden in her practical medic-nin uniform.
He loved its length, decent enough to sit mid-thigh, but still, enough.
Enough to make her toned legs look sky high.
Enough, so that when he bent her over the counter to face the mirror, it would ride up and reveal...
Oh. My. God.
Sakura flushed when she realised she was whimpering incoherently. His calloused hands. Were. Everywhere.
Wait a minute.
Well. They WERE.
Why'd he stop so suddenly? More! I want MORE, damnit!
Sakura wriggled her hips in an attempt to convey her frustration. When that did nothing, she peered over her shoulder, wondering what was going on.
Kakashi thumbed the black strings that comprised Sakura's underwear. He had never seen this pair before and Kakashi made it a point to intimately acquaint himself with his lover's underwear drawer.
A part of his mind was trying to figure out what the point of wearing such underwear was.
'Wouldn't it be more comfortable to go commando?
I mean.
This... is a string.
Wedged between her cheeks.
Cheeks that were suddenly wiggling.
As if hypnotised, Kakashi's eyes were shifting left, right, left, right, following the sway of Sakura's hips.
Shaking his head slightly, Kakashi knelt quickly and latched his lips onto the bare skin, while his fingers traced the strings.
Sakura was reduced to a quivering wreck, wholly dependent on the counter to keep her upright.
Inner Sakura was screaming.
'More! MORE! MORE!'
Sakura couldn't have expressed it any better.
Kakashi traced her entrance with a finger, coating it in Sakura's abundant juices.
He slowly stood up and moulded his body to her back, his face nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
He began nibbling the skin above her collarbone, following it upwards to her chin, and further still to her earlobe.
"Who knew you were such a dirty girl, Sakura?" He purposely drew out her name, his eyes watching the mirror's reflection for her reaction.
He was not disappointed.
His low, husky drawl caused her eyes to open to half-mast, her moan drawing out her lips into an 'O'.
God, she's sexy.
Kakashi cupped her chin in his palm, and caressed her cheek.
"Tell me what you want."
"You know what I want. You can feel it. You can freakin' smell it."
"I want you to say it. Tell me."
Kakashi knew he could be persuasive when he wanted to be.
The hand fell from her cheek, down the column of her throat to reach her breasts where his thumb flicked over her nipple. To his surprise, he could feel it already hardened.
"You're not wearing a bra are you, you dirty little minx."
"It... You're... Not meant to with this dress," Sakura stammered, having trouble focusing on anything but his warmth.
He was still watching her through the mirror. She could barely meet his intense gaze.
With a quick tug, both breasts came free, only to fall in Kakashi's hands. Kakashi, being much taller than Sakura, was able to lean over and lap at them.
"Tell me," he punctuated the demand with a sharp nip which elicited another whimper.
"I...want you inside me," Sakura whispered brokenly.
She felt his mouth curve into a wicked grin against her skin.
"I'm afraid you'll need to be a little more specific."
'This man is driving me crazy!
ARGH!
He knows what I want!
Any fool would!
He just wants me to talk dirty!'
Inner Sakura felt the need to butt in.
'Admit it.
You find it absolutely freakin' hot.
Especially when he uses that half-growl on you.
See if you can turn the tables.'
"I want you to fuck me. I want it fast. I want it hard. I want it NOW." Sakura's eyes locked onto his. An unspoken challenge.
Never had Kakashi been so turned on.
His arousal was straining in his pants. The sudden ground of Sakura's ass wasn't helping much.
Especially when she was soaking wet.
Especially when there was nothing but a damn string and the thin material of his pants in the way.
Unlike her, Kakashi did not mind going commando.
He unzipped his fly and pulled himself free.
"Really now," his purr was all the warning she got before he penetrated her with one thrust.
He hadn't even bothered to slip her g-string down, but merely pulled it aside.
She was so goddamn tight.
Her heat sucking him in further.
Her muscles trying to clamp on to him, refusing to let him go.
Kakashi pumped faster, his hips swivelling slightly each time he thrust.
His hands were on her hips, pulling her forcefully back towards him, deepening the penetration.
He growled in pleasure.
It was all so animalistic and she clearly loved it.
He pulled back a hand and slapped her ass hard. Her telltale clench put a feral grin on his face.
He hissed in her ear.
"Dirty little minx."
It was quickly becoming his pet name for her.
He could hear the slap of his balls against her ass.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
'Huh? That can't be my balls. Ha. Balls of steel.
He was thrusting into her so quickly that her whimpers were now one long drawn out moan.
'Almost... there...
I wouldn't put it past him to stop but God I'd kill him if he did.
Heaven forbid if anyone or anything stops this...'
BANG! BANG! BANG!
'He's not pounding into me THAT hard is he?'
"HELLOOOOOO?"
Ino was outraged.
She had heard Sakura say that she was going to the bathroom but that was ages ago.
Now, she needed to go!
'DAMN STUPID PIG.
WHAT THE HELL!
I MEAN, GO TO HELL!
I'M FREAKIN' BUSY'
"Ka...Ka...Shi," Sakura panted, "Hurry!"
Loathe as she was to admit it, Sakura REALLY did not want to be caught in this compromising position.
Her head was now slumped, forehead leaning on the counter as both hands grasped the edge for a semblance of control.
Kakashi reached around to rub Sakura's clit.
It was the last straw for her. She quickly bit her hand to muffle her scream.
His eyes closed as her walls spasmed around him. He leant forward to clamp his mouth on her shoulder to muffle his groan as he came.
Lazily, he tilted his head,
"Was that hard and fast enough for you?"
A smirk when there was no response aside from the heavy pants.
"Thought so."
He fondly smacked her ass again before helping her clean up.
"I'll be seeing you again soon. Hopefully in that dress."
With one last pat on the butt and a wink, Kakashi disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Sakura red-faced.
"Forehead! What were you doing! Why was the door locked! I'm busting! I'm busting! Move! Move! Move!"
Sakura felt like she was hit by a whirlwind and was too dazed to speak.
Inner Sakura snickered, 'Yeah, sure! I thought Kakashi was to blame.'
'That man... is a god.'
'Word.'
'Mmm... Did you see how his tongue...'
'Yep.'
'And the way his hips...'
'Uhhuh. I'm inside you, remember?'
"Forehead! Snap out of it! Are you ok?"
For the second time this evening, Ino's screech brought her crashing down to reality.
"Of course I am, Pig. I'm just tired. I think I'm going to head home."
"Do you want me to...?"
"Did... you just offer to leave your date to take me home? You DO realise I don't swing that way right?"
"Oh, give it up Forehead. I'm undecided on whether I like my date enough. Besides, I'm totally hotter than you so if I did prefer the female form, I'd choose my clone before I make a pass on you!"
"That makes me think of Naruto and his kage bunshin."
"..."
"..."
"O.k. so take care going home yeah?"
"What do you take me for, Pig?"
With that, Sakura turned to go.
Ino's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
'If that hand-print on your butt cheek isn't lying, I never thought you'd be one for quickies in restaurant bathrooms, Forehead.'
Sakura was oblivious of the stares she attracted as she made her way out of the restaurant.
The back of her dress had caught and were tucked in the top of her panties.
At least this time they weren't granny whites.
End
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