soo delayed but oh well, no excuses, ima lazy &((& and thats all i be.. just read

Accidents

Chapter 15- Young Blood

Sakura was having trouble sleeping that night. For some reason, her mind would give her no rest as the jumbled memories of Kakashi's hands on her body kept her head swimming. Her vacant jade eyes followed the steams of the streetlight that filtered though her sheer curtains and reflected off her ceiling. Was it something that bothered her, having such a close and new experience with a man that she knew since she was a child? She wasn't so sure that was the case anymore. The more she thought about it, the less taboo it seemed and the more right it felt.

" Kakashi, I wish you could know…"

Her eyes fell closed and she let her mind flutter, the slight disturbances in memory lapse eventually becoming lullabies that soothed her into a somewhat peaceful slumber. It wasn't till the harsh yet warming rays of sun crept over her face would she wake, she thought serenely as her mind had one last chance to push the image of Kakashi back to her inner vision. Closed eyes, his lips soo close to hers, his breathe nearly radiating off her cool skin, she could almost feel his fingers pressing into her bare skin and she tossed lightly under the covers as the pleasurable chills ran up her spine.

Kakashi wasn't having luck either finding sleep that night. He figured it was his conscience scolding him for ruining an innocent mind, Sakura's namely. But wasn't she the one that made the first move? The sight of her beckoning movements as she looked his way. It was a signal, right? Was it right for him to try to kiss her, to put his hands on her? His hands trembled slightly as he recalled the feel of her sticky warm flesh beneath his fingertips. If only he could feel it in a different way…

No, no, he thought roughly, not like that… but then again, the way she had moved against his body, her hips grinding in teasing motions against his groin, it had made him groan with pleasure as he tried to push the very thoughts from his head while she pressed her body to his… but she was so addictive. Why couldn't he have her in the way he craved?

" Of course, Kakashi you fool… she wants this…"

His Sharingan had one last chance to cautiously scan the dark window of the sleepy little house before he moved swiftly through the trees and slipped inside his apartment. He pulled his hitai-ate from his face and let his hand slide through his ruffled silver hair before setting his headband on the kitchen counter. His body pleaded with him, begged him for sleep and he could feel his eyes growing heavy as his feet lazily picked up and led him to his bedroom.

He stripped off his mask and shirt, pulling on a pair of sweat pants just before he sat on the edge of the mattress and rubbed his tired eyes. He had to stop this ritual. Sakura would notice him sooner or later, waiting outside her window to see if she got to bed safely. He didn't know why he worried about her, she was a skilled Jonin, she could handle a simple nights sleep without him.

' Without him…'

' God this is ridiculous… Kakashi, get a hold on yourself…' his mind screamed as his thoughts forcefully reverted back to the Icha Icha fantasies he so explicitly remembered having about Sakura. So she was 14 years younger, that wasn't too big of a gap considering she was 21 now. He suddenly felt so old and sick… was this common to feel when you were craving someone… he supposed not.

" Then why does this feel so wrong and right…" he mumbled as he fell backwards onto the soft pillow, the second his head lay still, his eyes closed and a steady and pleasurable dream came drifting in from his inner inhibitions.

" Morning?" Sakura lifted her head to stare out the sheer curtains to see the streaks of rain that ran down her window. The distant rumble overhead signaling the downpour that began to echo off the roof of her lazy house, the soft patter making her heart sink slowly.

" No, just another memory," she sighed before she pulled the covers back over her head. How long… how long had it truly been since that day? The day he had left her broken-hearted and alone. It had rained that day, of all days. She used to love the rain, run and splash in it, cleanse her wounds in it. Now it was the thing she hid from. She never ventured outdoors, not into the rain. It made her heart sore with the reminiscences it brought back.

" Sakura, you shouldn't be here… go home."

Sakura stood still, her last plea with the Uchiha was wearing on into the night as the rain splashed around them, soaking her through, but she wasn't about to leave him, not after all her heart was telling her. The tears mingled with the cool raindrops that slid over her chilled skin, her desperate eyes gazing pleadingly at the dark-eyed boy that stood mere feet from her.

" Sasuke, you can't leave!… Sasuke, I love you with all my heart..."

But those where the last words she had managed to say before he had suddenly left to appear behind her. His words, even now, seemed kinder than anything she had ever heard him say.

" Thank you Sakura, for everything…"

That was all her memory would allow her to recapture. He had knocked her out to stifle her cries for help, her cries of warning. He had left and Sakura had risen to find herself soaked to the bone in the murky waters that flooded the entrance to Konoha. Her tears never fell again. Those were the last of her weak excuses to be a ninja. With Sasuke gone, she focused, learned, grew…

She hated the fact that he could still make her feel… any feeling for that matter. Whether it was sorrow or anger or whatever the case. She knew she would never love him again and she wasn't even sure she ever did. She was a child when she had pledged her heart to him, what did a child know of love? She knew she had felt something, but it had died with the rest of her old self the day he had left. She never lost her happiness or smile and joyful nature, but she had let go of the needy, helpless habits that she had clung to all those years.

She had to thank Naruto for her strength to forget about her silly crush. It was he that explained why what she was feeling wasn't really there. She supposed her was right at the time, but she had refused to believe it. Even after Sasuke had betrayed her and the whole village, she still clung to the small strand of hope that he may someday return and they would be together.

She scoffed inwardly at how stupid she was. She was ashamed of her old habits and ritualistic stalking of her former teammate. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks and she tried to push back the feeling of embarrassment. It always happened when she dwelt too long on Sasuke Uchiha. It led always in order. First was depression, then sadness and loss, anger and finally embarrassment. She could almost predict how she would feel as the memories came rushing back, stealing her away from the here and now and whisking her away to her adolescence. She still remembered the youthful face of Sasuke, the one she had found herself swooning over.

He hadn't changed on bit in her mind, physically wise. Still handsome as ever, but with Itachi gone and dead and Sasuke's revenge extinguished, he began to joke around and even smile more. But what bothered her most was his second goal. Revival. It wasn't as though she had never thought of sex with Sasuke. Even now-a-days it seemed enticing and she knew she could get it with her looks. But she didn't want one fun filled romp with him and expect nothing to grow from there. She craved constant touch and feelings, and long term was not something the Uchiha was looking for.

And then there was Kakashi… her mind seemed to be lingering on him most lately. As of her conversation with him last night, she wasn't sure if they had crossed the line from friends to something more. She had left him with nothing to rely on; no promises, no connections. She felt a flutter in her stomach and prayed he wasn't in her kitchen, eating whatever leftovers she had left in her fridge.

She couldn't take the strain of curiosity that tugged at her and pushed the covers off her body and sat up to rest on her knees. Her house was completely silent, only the sound of the rain. Her ears strained against the background sound, searching for that one sign he was here, a signal, anything.

And there it was. The faint rustle of the famed Icha Icha Paradise novel he was known for reading. She couldn't help the delirious smile that crossed her face or the sickening mixture of her heart racing and her stomach churning. He was there, reading his porno, probably helping himself to her food again. How he got in was beyond her, but a slight hiccup in her mind told her she had left her door unlocked, in hopes he would return. She fought the urge to sneak and peek in on him.

Remaining on her knees, she leaned forward till she could see herself in the vanity mirror by her bedside. She quickly fixed her hair lightly, trying to look as though not too much effort went into her morning activities, or look like she was expecting him. Preening was something she now understood fully. She rose of the bed but ceased as she heard footsteps in the kitchen below her. She followed the footsteps with her ears… they seemed to be moving toward… the stairs!

Sakura felt her heart race faster and faster with each step that echoed up the walls and into her room. She had just enough time to pull her Jonin shirt over her bare torso when he appeared in her doorway. His eyes scanned over her clearly flustered form before resting on her wide eyes. He noted her hands gripping the front of the shirt that hung sloppily to her slight body and couldn't help but laugh. He had a feeling Sakura slept in the nude.

She just returned his cloudy eyed stare that he was giving her and she felt her hands loosen their hold on the shirt she had shove between her bare legs. She thanked heavens she was at least wearing underwear. She didn't like to think of what would have happened if she hadn't.

Tangled bodies, heated moans, a sigh of pleasure as they reached the climax of their passion…

Sakura had to shake her head roughly as the erotic moment flitted through her thoughts. Kakashi tilted his head as she seemed to mentally scold herself, perhaps impure thoughts… Her eyes came back to settle on his and her mouth seemed to move, although no words wanted to escape her cherry lips. He smiled warmly at her and she let her mouth reform into a slight pout as she furrowed her brow in curiosity. He had a feeling of what she wanted to ask.

" Just thought I would stop by to see if you were okay… Sasuke was a little off last night and I was a bit concerned…"

" That's not why you're really here is it…"

Kakashi felt his face grow red as his hand scratched the back of his head in a Naruto fashion. Sakura couldn't help but giggle at his reaction. She had merely been joking, but apparently she had hit it dead on. Kakashi tried to shake off the slight embarrassment he was expressing quite clearly through his flushed face, but found it almost impossible as Sakura's innocent laugh echoed through the still room.

" Kakashi, I've never see you blush before… it's cute, I like you better without your mask," Sakura said as she rose of the bed to walk over to him. Kakashi couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her long porcelain legs, the shade of the navy Jonin shirt making her hair an electric pink that stood out shockingly against the dark fabric.

The rise of her breasts that hid unguarded beneath the shirt cloth caught his attention most as her slight footsteps put a slight bounce in her chest. He tried to keep his eyes focused on her, desperate to keep his desires at bay, but the enticement of her sleek body was too intoxicating and he felt his eyes slip from her face back to her chest.

" Kakashi, your eyes are looking where they aren't supposed to," he heard her say as her hand rose to her pushed out hip, resting on the curve of her waist perfectly. He let his eyes quickly scan over her hot pink nails before meeting her firm, yet kind eyes.

" I'm terribly sorry, its just… you're not wearing a… umm… well,"

" …bra... yeah, when you sneak into a person's house then enter their bedroom without warning, it tends to happen…" Sakura smiled coyly as Kakashi seemed to fidget nervously. Honestly, she found it arousing to talk about such personal things with him and she found she liked where the conversation was headed.

" Well, erm, would you mind putting one on, it's a bit distracting…" he mumbled as his eyes began to wander again. Sakura sighed and chuckled slightly before reaching for the black-laced bra that hung on the back of a chair beside the vanity. Kakashi eyed the delicate underwear carefully before he noticed Sakura tugging at the bottom of her shirt, revealing the smooth skin of her stomach.

" Gah, what are you doing Sakura!"

Sakura looked over the shirt to see Kakashi's face in complete shock. Clearly he wasn't too opposed by her changing in front of him because his eyes continued to watch her as the shirt rose just below her breasts. He could just manage to make out the bottom swell of her breast when she sighed and pulled her shirt back down. Kakashi mentally checked himself and let his eyes revert to his feet. His whole body was rigid with excitement. She had nearly taken her shirt off! In front of him! Was this his sign she wanted him?

" Sakura…"

Suddenly he felt warmth as he noticed two feet with hot pink toes invade his peripheral vision. Sakura now stood right before him and he carefully let his eyes move up her body before meeting her face that lingered so close to his. She seemed to be searching the depth of his eyes for some answer. Her head tilted ever so slightly and Kakashi feared if his eyes left hers to gaze at her enticing neck that she would surely hit him.

" Kakashi…"

It was becoming more than Sakura could handle. She knew her answer. She knew it all along; it had simply taken her till now to realize it. He would love her, give her what she craved and in exchange she would do the same for him. It seemed like forever since she had looked into his mismatched eyes and felt the stir of desire push her closer. He was a mere breath away when she let her eyes droop, her eyes catching sight of his lips before they sank completely, the darkness enveloping her sight.

It was slow motion and sweet. It was hesitant yet hurried. It felt like a century had passed between them before Kakashi finally dipped his head and felt her cherry lips brush his ever so delicately. It was in one word… bittersweet. He had craved this from the first moment and now that it was happening, he wasn't sure he would be able to leave her lips. She pushed her lips harder to his to feel the contact fully. His mouth moved over hers after a few moments of uncertainty, both letting the feeling take them before they continued.

Rhythmically, Sakura's lips moved with his, the sweet taste of his mouth lighting a liquid fire throughout her body. She felt him nibble lightly on her lower lips and she parted her lips to allow his tongue to sweep into her mouth and brush against hers in sweet satisfaction. She had never felt something so erotic flow through her and she felt his hands pull her lower back against his groin instinctively. She could feel his arousal and the heat spread through her lower abdomen immediately, taking her will and common sense with it.

Her hands twisted into his hair, his hands reaching up her back to caress the back of her neck. He guided her head back and let his mouth follow the gentle slope of her jaw to her supple flesh on her neck. His tongue swirled and tasted the skin slowly, making her sigh with fulfillment and pleasure. The moment lingered on as they explored each other, leaving kisses upon the skin of the other. Kakashi had finally moved down her collarbone to what lay beneath the intrusive clothe and was in the process of pulling it from her when a sudden stir at the base of the stairs caught their attention.

Sakura brought her head up while the dark form climbed the stairs, the footsteps growing louder with each second. Kakashi pulled Sakura close to him, if possible, and held her tightly as he pulled a handful of shuriken from his satchel and let them gleam on his fingertips as they waited with baited breath for their intruder to enter Kakashi's line of sight. But when his hand released her back slightly, Sakura let her breath escape her mouth in a sigh of relief. It wasn't till the ominous form of Sasuke came to stand at her doorway did Sakura remember her situation.

How strange it was to see former student and teacher in close contact, their intimate positions suggesting they were certainly interrupted. Sasuke let out a huffy breath as the two separated and Sakura pulled her shirt down to hide the lacy black underwear that seemed to draw Sasuke's eyes to her and ran her fingers through her disheveled hair before glaring at the silent boy that had interrupted her " activities".

But Sasuke only returned her glare ten fold at the silver haired Jonin that stood in her proximity, fixing his clothing that had been mussed in the heat of the moment between them. Sasuke's eyes darkened in shade and illuminated a deep red as he emitted a low growl to attract Kakashi's attention. Kakashi raised his own blood red Sharingan to observe Sasuke carefully as the boy seemed to stupor over his next action.

" So Kakashi, you like young blood…"

Okay that was soo much fun to write this...i HATE building anticipation. i like my gratification here and now ans i hate to wait for it so if i rushed the sakura and kakashi scene, well too bad cuz i couldn't wait any longer!