Thank you again to all of the reviewers and to WitchesRayne, the world's best Beta! :D This chapter hasn't been edited yet, because I wanted to update on time, but I shall replace the chapter later.
Oh, and all of you need to rush off once you've read this and go read Home by Rusala because it is epic! :)
Also…beware the slightly adult content in this chapter ;) And beware the swears. They can get a little crass.
Chapter 7
Week 3
Sakura yawned as she made her way to Kakashi's. After the meeting she'd gone to Ino's, where predictably none of the kunoichi had gotten a great deal of rest. And had then fallen asleep around half eight in the morning.
She'd had to leave at quarter to eleven. It seemed that her sensei could have done with a couple more hours too; with the amount of time that it took for him to open the door and the sleep ridden look on his face.
"Mornin'" She mumbled as she trudged passed him to sit on the sofa, barely hearing his yawned response. His lips were sloppy as they met hers, lazy and the two stared at each other a moment without speaking before Kakashi rubbed at his neck and sat forward.
"Right, I figured that we've been a little slim on the written aids so far, so…" He trailed off and picked up the stack of Icha Icha that sat on his coffee table. "We can start with you reading these, and I'll be here to answer any questions that you may have. Just read chronologically for now, and before you go home I'll give you a list of specific chapters that might interest you."
Sakura gaped at him, bleary eyed and open mouthed. "You are going to lend me your books?!"
He blinked. "No. I got you your own." He patted the covers and got to his feet. "Happy reading."
She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. On the one hand, he still didn't trust her to read his beloved porn. On the other, he had just optionally spent money on another human being.
Neither side winning out, she opened the first book to the first page and began to read.
Several pages later, she found herself pushing her legs together a little as she read, her cheeks pink with the embarrassment of being aroused by a book that she was embarrassed to read, and leant forwards quickly to pick up the mug of tea that her sensei had made her, holding it on her lap. It was warm…
That wasn't helping.
She gulped it down and placed it back down on his surprisingly neat furniture. The wood was a clean, pale, new color that matched his kitchen counters and stood out against the rest of his mess. He didn't clean often, as was evident, but a select few things were spotless: the wooden gifts that had come from Yamato's disgust at the state of his furniture.
Turning her attention back to the words in front of her, Sakura kicked off her shoes and brought her feet onto the sofa to curl up into a ball. She read further, fully immersing herself into the story only to jump a mile wide and let out a small shriek.
"What the hell is this!"
Kakashi was behind her in an instant, concerned by the level of noise coming from the tiny ninja, and let out a loud laugh when he saw the page that she was so horrified by.
"That's rimming." He explained, a wide grin dominating his features at her shocked expression.
"It's what?"
"Rimming."
"She's licking his arse!" She yelled out, and promptly gasped, flushing an even deeper red as she realized what she had said. She could feel Kakashi's laughter through the hand that he had placed on her back, regardless of how hard he tried to stay silent.
"It's not uncommon." He softly answered. "If the author had included it, then he probably finds it pleasurable."
"I don't want to think about Jiraiya-sama in that way!"
"And it was on your sheet was it not?"
"On my 'to discuss' list! Because I had no idea what on earth it even was!"
"Is that now on the 'no' list?"
"Ugh!" Sakura growled, and hid her head in her hands. She didn't particularly want anything on the no list by the end… but she was fairly certain that there was no need to rehearse that. "Yes." She decided. "For now that is on the 'no' list."
"Alright." He said soothingly, and continued smoothing his hand over her back. "Want to keep reading?"
"Not if there's going to be any more of that!"
"It'll get worse. Believe me."
Unfortunately for Sakura, it did, and it was with a heavy cloud of unease that she opened the books to the advised chapters. The good thing was, reading them at home meant that she didn't have to see his face.
She immediately knew she was in for a practical when she returned the next morning. Something about the liveliness of his 'good morning' kiss.
The way that his hand gripped onto the back of her neck and she found herself crushed against the sofa with barely a hello. His expression was certainly not teasing as he pulled away and ran his eyes, both of them, up and down her body, handing her a bag that had been sat at his feet.
"Put this on." He demanded.
Sakura went to open the bag, curious, but his hands stopped her. "No." He reprimanded hoarsely. "Just go put it on."
When she emerged again, he nodded with approval and rather blatant arousal. She knew, and she liked it.
It was nice to know that he thought she looked good.
Smirking, Sakura winked at him and cocked her hip, focusing his gaze onto her barely clad bum. She was wearing what she supposed was supposed to resemble a nurse's uniform, but certainly not one that she would ever go to work in. A tight, white corset pushed her chest up higher than anything else had ever managed, her skirt was too short to cover anything and frilly white garters held up white fishnet stockings that led down to the highest pair of heels that she had ever worn.
This was something that she definitely hadn't found at the lingerie store, and would've been highly embarrassed if she had.
No wonder her sensei hadn't seemed overly impressed with her underwear.
Feeling sexy for the first time in her life, Sakura tipped the tiny white hat down to shade her eyes and bit her lip.
"Are you going to be my patient?" She asked softly.
In the space of time that she took to blink, he had reached her, his firm arms pulling her into a tight grip, his hands wandering frantically to reach every bit of skin that was on display, and a great deal of what was not.
Whimpering against his lips, Sakura realized the advantages of wearing near nothing.
His fingers found their way quickly up her smooth thigh to rub against the tiny silk excuse for panties purposefully. The kunoichi clutching him let out a high pitched moan that made him roughly reclaim her mouth. He pushed the heel of his palm against her firmly and rocked it slowly back and forth, his other hand trailing downwards to trace her curves as her grip on him tightened.
Before long, she was writhing and whimpering under his satisfied gaze as he teasingly slid one finger along the seam of her panties, causing her to jerk up against him.
"Please…"She whimpered, her hips following with another buck upwards. He smiled softly as he watched her, a sad kind of wistfulness and self-hatred rushing over him. This was the first time that he had heard the kunoichi beg for him, despite what they had done.
He so desperately longed to go back in time.
"You want more, baby?" He asked her gently, pressing his lips against her temple, his fingers slowly tucking under the fabric as she let out a response in the form of a sigh that went straight to his groin.
He slid the tip of his finger back and forth, growling at the feel of her wetness and suddenly pushed it inside, dragging back out slowly before plunging back inside.
"Ah!"
Kakashi quickly pulled her around so that he could feel her ass against him, grinding against her as he replaced his finger where she wanted it, holding her against him with a secure arm around her middle. He ran his tongue along the back of her neck, biting down softly on the skin as she threw her head back.
He quickened his movements a little, adding another finger and tapping up against her slick walls before adding a third. It wasn't long until he felt her come.
He groaned softly into her ear, sending one final shudder through her before she relaxed against him, her breaths heavy and her body shaking.
Well, that felt a great deal better than when she had done it herself.
When she opened her mouth to speak, all that came out was a groan as she stood, taking her weight out of her sensei's arms.
"Wow…."She whispered, and a soft laugh answered her.
"Like that?" He asked.
"Yes!"
Still feeling that unnameable mix of emotion, Kakashi lifted the small woman into his arms and carried her into his bedroom and onto his bed. He wanted to apologize. He didn't know how, and he knew that anything that he had fixed may become worse by his dredging up the past.
She might not even want him to.
While he puzzled out, Sakura's eyes focused on his face, lazily watching him as she fought off her sudden tiredness.
"So, was there anything to learn from that, or do you just like nurses?" She asked, her words spilling out unchecked.
"Huh?" He smiled at her. "Perhaps a little bit of both. How do you think it worked? Did you find what I was trying to show you?"
"Hmm…"Sakura blinked her eyes open. "Um…Some clothing can be attractive? You didn't seem to be thinking all too much…"
"Neither were you!" He laughed. "How did you feel while wearing it?"
She frowned a moment, her mind fully on replaying the actions of the man beside her rather than the clothes that she was still wearing. "I felt more confident."
He nodded. "You need to hold onto that feeling, even when you are scared." He lectured. "If you feel confident, and sexy then the person you are targeting will think so too, regardless of his personal tastes."
Sakura frowned. Did he not find her attractive? It sounded like that was what he was saying. That he found her unattractive, and she couldn't lie to herself; that hurt.
Kakashi watched as several expressions flitted over his student's face, watching for several minutes before the reason dawned on him.
Oh.
"You're beautiful already, Sakura." He spoke, his breath fanning hotly over her ear. "You're beautiful always, and stunning when you know it too."
"You think so?" She asked him quietly, and he felt a slight tug of annoyance pull at him. He hadn't heard her insecurity over her appearance since she was a young genin. And fishing for compliments had always irritated him.
It was true though, so he had to give her that. Especially since she genuinely seemed to believe otherwise.
"Yes, Sakura. I think so."
When her arms came around him, he hugged her back, his nose buried in pink hair and a tiny white cap that was close to falling off.
After a few days of dressing up (and the things that followed), Sakura was excited to go see Kakashi on Monday. She had seen him every day that week, and she'd gotten used to the routine, regardless of knowing that it would not last.
No matter if she wanted it to.
They hadn't met, thus far, on the day of the meeting and Sakura felt an absurd pride in the fact that they would be going together rather than just meeting there. Something else that shouldn't matter and yet did.
Her lips met his immediately once his door was open, and he pulled her in, kicking it shut behind him. "Get your books out." He ordered. "We have an hour or so before we have to leave."
Sakura frowned. He could have told her to read at home, but she did as she was told, settling down on his sofa and pulling out the books. He sat beside her, his hands trailing innocently over her upper arms and lower legs until finally he cleared his throat and told her that it was time to go.
She got up, feeling slightly lightheaded as she put the books back into her bag and smoothed down her skirt before walking over to the door.
"Ah, ah." He stopped her. "Wait one moment."
He pulled her to him, his lips expertly teasing her own and his fingers found their way beneath her lacy black underwear without preamble. He stroked her a few times, only enough to arouse, before pulling away and nudging her towards the door. He pulled his mask over his head before opening it.
"Off we go then."
"What was that about?" She asked, annoyed that he stopped, and more annoyed when he didn't answer.
He watched her as they walked to the academy, his smirk hidden beneath his mask at the way that she squirmed. Throughout the meeting, he made sure to keep body contact wherever possible while never touching her in a way that would be frowned or giggled at.
It drove her insane.
The meeting was longer than usual, and Sakura strongly felt the loss of him while she conversed with her friends about Hinata's newfound bisexual tendencies. Shame that they weren't allowed to tell people; Sakura had a feeling that Naruto wouldn't mind. She couldn't concentrate already, and could feel a blush rising at the stuttered descriptions from her shy friend.
It appeared that there would be no opportunity to calm down. She had been aroused when she left, and was growing certain that the discomfort wouldn't go until something was actually done about it.
The thought of Kakashi's fingers made her hold back a moan. Even Tenten's conversational offerings were not enough to make the desire wane.
"I hate you." She mumbled once they were out of the door, but her words held no bite.
She was lying, and they both knew it.
Instead of going home, Sakura went back to Kakashi's, as they had previously decided. He'd told her that they'd finish her lesson after the meeting, but for the life of her Sakura couldn't even remember their starting one. All he'd done was watch her read and then arouse her beyond belief for the sake of his entertainment throughout the meeting. What kind of lesson was that?
Unless he was now going to get her off.
Flushing at her internal wording, Sakura darted her eyes to watch her silver-haired sensei.
"So," He began conversationally. "Have a think about what you have learned today before we get back. Then we can discuss it, as well as how we are to proceed."
Sakura nodded thoughtfully. She had no idea what he was trying to show her! He'd distracted her, didn't he know that? She had to spend all evening fighting down the feelings that he had brought forth from her, only to the effect of worsening the situation and-
Oh. Maybe that was it.
She'd found that sexual stimulation really was an ongoing distraction, and also realized that she would have to grow used to it and focus more to not allow herself to get distracted.
He'd probably been testing her, and she hoped that she hadn't failed all too badly. She had worked out what she had done wrong after all.
A small smirk hinted on her lips when he shut the door behind them and pulled them straight into his bedroom, and out of her thoughts. His arms came around her in their familiar way and Sakura fumbled his mask down quickly, the pair of them falling to the bed without turning on the light.
It was bizarre how much difference that made, she soon realized. Everything was more intense, more comfortable, more focused.
It was bizarre that she was so comfortable while she could not see him. It seemed somewhat contradictory to her. She'd hated before, the way that she couldn't see his face and yet now she revelled in it.
Her whimpers sounded loud to her, filling the darkened room as her sensei set to work on her clothes, his lips trailing and hands exploring.
Was he going to go further?
Sakura could barely focus as he sparked her higher and higher still, but she wondered if he was going to make love to her. It was nothing unwelcome now. It was something that she anticipated, however it was also something that she had assumed that he would want to discuss first. He tended to talk things over to make sure everything was understood before acting, always. Always unless he wanted her to work something out for herself.
Sakura frowned. Hadn't he said that he wanted to discuss the meeting with her? She shook her head and let it go.
She participated more fully than he had allowed before, feeling confident that he wasn't deliberately wanting her to know something. He was just acting, and it was infectious. He wasn't coaching, or imparting knowledge. He was back to tracing his fingers along her thighs and it was driving her insane.
She tugged off his flak jacket, her body curving up against him as he pushed his fingers swiftly inside of her wet, needy cunt. She could feel his erection against her leg, and it made her throb with want.
With a mewl she abandoned his chest and pawed lower, hurriedly unbuttoning his trousers and pulling down the zipper without thought. She no longer considered that he might stop her.
He felt so perfect in her hand. She stroked him, rubbing the head and exploring him in all the detail that she could in the dark. She couldn't see him, she could only focus on the feel, and it was turning her on more than she would ever have thought possible. It felt excellent, even better as their movements fell into synchronization.
If he always felt this good, it was no wonder that he liked to touch her. What puzzled her was that he hadn't asked her to do anything in return.
The thought was pushed out of her mind as they each drove the other higher and higher until the only choice was to come back down.
She could see nothing when she finally opened her eyes. She could still picture everything though. Kakashi's fingers were in her hair, stroking through the short pink locks, and she could feel the evidence of what they had done resting against her stomach. She smiled.
"I thought that we were going to discuss the meeting." She stated breathlessly.
"We are." He replied. "We just got lost on the train of thought." He yawned. "Discuss this in the morning?"
Sakura yawned and nodded, feeling her body lull into sleep.
A/N– So, a fairly short chapter that I shall try to make up for with a quicker update… and there may be lemons! ;) Thank you for reading!
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