A/N – Thank you again to everyone who had reviewed, you guys are awesome and if I owned Kakashi I would get him to give you hugs. Sadly, I don't.
This chapter contains content of a sexual nature *ahem* and also of the awkward nature :P The scene begins with ***sex starts here*** and ends with **end**
There shall also be a summary at the bottom if you don't want to read it. This chapter is fairly short because that scene, and some aftermath is all that it contains. Happy reading.
Kashi-Cookie-Monster
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Chapter Three
"Sakura," He greeted her, his voice stiff. "Come in."
"I- your face!" Sakura began, only to be cut off tersely.
"Come inside. We can talk with the door closed."
His voice was cool and professional, the way that he only spoke in situations that were serious. His voice was that of which Konoha's enemies were afraid. Sakura, however, didn't notice, that or didn't care. Her attention remained on the revealed features of the man who was to make love to her.
There was nothing wrong with it, as far as nature was concerned. His face was a well-meaning mixture of soft and hard that blended together well to suit the man that she had come to know. The only thing that struck her notice were the three deep scars that ran to his chin from his cheek, cutting over his thin lips. Her brow furrowed a little. She'd never thought of her sensei as vain, but that was what he seemed to be. Or did he hide it because they made him recognisable? If he did, then surely he would take it off once he returned to Konoha's gates. Scars were not a problem in the village full of ninja who bore their own fair share of battle wounds. No one discriminated, in fact it was quite the opposite; a scarred ninja would show a dedication and a sacrifice to the village.
She walked a few paces in before stopping to face Kakashi. She had never been in to his home, and as far as knew neither had Naruto, and the setting suddenly felt awkward. Kakashi had closed the door behind her and was staring at her intently. Sakura simply looked back, awaiting his instruction.
"Tonight I shall not overload you with information, instead we shall just do the necessary and when you come on Thursday, at the same time if you please, we can discuss this as well as answer any questions you may have about the syllabus and such. Is that alright?"
Sakura nodded.
"Would you like anything to drink?"
He watched as she swallowed thickly and found her voice. "No. Thank you."
He pondered her a couple of seconds more before taking pity on her awkwardness and pointed behind her. "Third door on the left." And her confused expression he took pity on her and bit back a small laugh. "My bedroom." He explained.
It was a decent room that was clearly used to being disorganised, despite the 'cleaning' that had taken place. His bin was literally overflowing in its corner and clothes were hanging out of the wardrobe. Books that were not shelved were pushed into a corner with their spines facing in different directions. There were ring shaped stains from a tea or coffee mug too, but Sakura didn't notice any of this. Her eyes were drawn to the bed.
Medium sized, with creases in the duvet, and Sakura was unsure as to if she should go sit on it. Did he expect her to? Drawing a breath into her lungs, Sakura did so, perching on the edge so that she could see him.
"Would you like me to leave the room while you get undressed, or are you comfortable with me here?"
Leave the room? Why would he leave? Sakura frowned and realised that, obviously, she'd have to get undressed. She'd assumed that he'd have a hand in it somewhere. Apparently not.
Sakura managed a small smile and said, "I'll change in the bathroom, if that is alright?"
A curt nod. "Right next door." He gestured to his left. The petite woman nodded in return and awkwardly brushed past him. His bathroom was definitely lived in too, and Sakura spent a moment nosing through the containers placed in front of the mirror. As it turned out, Sakura found quite a few bottles and tubs of hair mousse, gel and the like.
I knew that his hair couldn't do that by nature alone. It was true, she realised. No one's hair could defy gravity quite that well without help.
She smirked as she undressed as she would at home, without the vaguest thought as to how she was doing it. Her clothes pooled around her on the floor, and it was as she came to dispense of her underwear that she realised that she wasn't. She wasn't at home, and this wasn't her bathroom, and the object waiting for her was going to walk and talk a lot more than her ratty old teddy bear she had named ninja-ted.
With a tense shudder of breath released, Sakura hooked her bra once again and turned to face the mirror with a critical frown. She'd hoped that by wearing something rather than by being naked she may hold some semblance of a chest for a portion of the evening, but she could see now that she was wrong. Her chest was miniscule, as she'd always known, but she occasionally hoped that it looked better when the fabric of her shirt was off.
Her stomach was flat at least. But that didn't mean too much when her hips barely flared at all. Her ass was a normal size at least. Thank heavens for small mercies.
With a huff Sakura faced the mirror and fought against the atrocity that was her hair a little while before lifting the black hairbrush that sat near her, hoping that he wouldn't notice. She pulled out the strands of pink hair once she was done and dropped them into the otherwise empty bin beside the sink. Turning to face the mirror once more, she lifted first one arm and them the other over her head to see the extent of stubble; thankfully nothing had magically appeared in the short amount of time that had passed since her bath. A quick sniff, and then an examination of her legs later and she was set.
She breathed deeply, forcing her body to calm. A few more inhalations and exhalations later and she knew that it was pointless. The best she could do was stop herself from shaking.
The door was wide open when she returned, and her eyes easily found and bulged at the sight of her naked sensei. He was wearing even less than she was; there was not a scrap of cloth on him. Various scars littered his well-toned body, none of them as prominent as the ones on his face. He likely hadn't had that treated by a medic, so was it not a battle wound then? Where were they from?
Sakura cleared her throat quietly and he looked up long enough to run his eyes over her, and nod. He blew out a deep breath, and Sakura noted the cigarette that hung between the fingers of his left hand.
He took a couple more drags, his eye not leaving her and then gave another nod as he stubbed it out. One long fingered hand patted the bed, encouraging her to sit next to him.
"You're a virgin, right?"
"Yes." Sakura's voice came out a high pitched squeak, and she let out an unneeded cough. "Mmhm."
"Alright."
***Sex starts here***
With a sigh that made it seem like a chore, Kakashi placed his hands on her sides and pulled her up to the top of the bed. He made quick work of her underwear without paying any attention to her body as he passed it, and Sakura faded out to her thoughts, her lungs barely breathing at all.
Suddenly his hand touched her, probing mechanically and sliding a finger inside. He twisted it around before pulling out again with a grimace.
Why did he look like that? What was wrong with her?
She felt his lips below his ear, and then on her collarbone. He nipped lightly, and Sakura registered somewhere insignificant that it felt kind of nice. This went on for only a little longer, his mouth attaching itself to her breast and then a couple of spots on her stomach , and when he slid his finger in again he nodded, and so Sakura assumed that whatever it was he was doing had worked.
He slid in a second finger for a moment, and applied a little force when she became snug against him.
He removed himself again and his eye met hers. "This is probably going to hurt a bit."
Well, Ino had told her as much, and so she nodded ad braced herself for the intrusion.
"Stop that. The tenser you are, the worse it will hurt."
She forced herself to relax.
"Better." He lifted her hips slightly and settled himself between her legs, before straightening upwards and placing a hand on either side of her face.
A dull ache passes through her as he presses in, pushing in until he is completely submerged in her. Firm, slow pushes that make her whimper in something neither pain nor pleasure. More like an unfamiliar exertion.
His eye closes as he begins to move, the only part of him touching her being the part inside her. Sakura laid her head back on the pillow, watching him. His hips were the only part of him moving. His eyes weren't roving her form, his hands weren't touching her. His lips weren't kissing her.
He hadn't kissed her at all.
Sakura felt cheapened by this as his pace quickened to something that she was far from ready for. He'd prepared her only enough to be able to penetrate her, nothing more. She was a far cry from truly aroused. She wasn't feeling loving towards, or loved by the man moving sharply on top of her, causing the sting to rise with each thrust that tugged on her entrance. Any vestige of want that he had brought forth earlier was entirely gone now.
This was ok. It wasn't good, but there was nothing unduly terrible. Her sensei kept moving.
Sakura closed her eyes and her torso turned to the side, her hands coming up to rest in the right side of her face. Her eyes slowly opened, and she felt as if she were forcing down a feeling of illness, like a travel-sick child trying their best not to vomit. The chances were, the more focused they stayed on it, the more likely they were to fail. Her eyes found the clock, showing her that it was quarter past eight. She vaguely registered that he did then, have the time when he was home. How much longer could this take?
She felt dull, faded out. She wasn't used to this. She was worn out. She was tired, and emotionally wrecked. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. She was supposed to enjoy this, was she not?
It was supposed to feel good.
Her sensei didn't show any sign of tiring any time soon, and so Sakura's small hands curled together, her eye fluttered closed again and she did her best not to cry.
She didn't think that he'd notice anyway.
**end**
She dressed quickly, choked sobs leaving her that she tried her best to muffle. He could probably hear her, but she didn't want him to. She didn't want him to question why, and she didn't want to explain what was wrong.
She didn't even really know.
Kakashi was still in the bedroom when she opened the bathroom door and ventured outside. Thankfully, he didn't want to talk either.
Was he offering her peace? Or was he avoiding having to deal with her?
She didn't know, and she didn't want to question it.
"Thursday, Sakura." He called. She didn't reply. She knew that he would assume that she heard him.
The door closed her quietly and her eyes wandered around at the buildings and the occasional people around her. Would any of them know where she had been? What she had done? She shook her head at her musings; they were absurd. There was no way that Kakashi could tell anyone, hell she wasn't supposed to talk to anyone who didn't already know. The only people who would know were the other kunoichi and the other teachers. She needed to bloody relax.
She didn't want to go home yet. She didn't want to see her mother, or anyone who knew. Her mother had described her sensei as lovely. Her current description of Kakashi was a far cry away from that.
She entered the park, and sat on the bench where she and Ino would sit with a picnic when they were little. She wasn't doing that now. She was older, she had less company. It was darker. She couldn't remember that last time she had felt that alone.
She tucked her legs up beneath her and wrapped her arms around herself, holding herself tight. The way, she thought bitterly, that he should have done.
She wondered if anyone ever did.
A/N – So that was slightly morose.
Summary – Sakura enters his home and notices strange scars across his face. She recognises that they have not been healed, and therefore were likely not obtained in battle.
Things go differently from what she expects;
She undresses herself in Kakashi's bathroom.
Little foreplay occurs.
She is upset by the fact that he neither touches nor kisses her during intercourse (snigger – intercourse :P)
He avoids a talk with her afterwards, and she leaves feeling upset, but also confident that it will be better without the barrier of her virginity.
She sulks for a while on a park bench.
There should only be one more scene like this before things start actually heating up in the bedroom department. Thank you for reading.
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