A/N – Thank you to all reviewers, and especially TcEm, who went through and reviewed every chapter, making my inbox very happy! Extra love goes to WitchesRayne, the most lovely Beta in the world! :D
Chapter Nine
Week Five
The next couple of days Sakura spent waiting on bated breath for the supposedly inevitable only to find no extension to their training. They simply enjoyed the 'rehearsal' of previously learned actions while discussing seduction and dancing. Her first lesson would be that afternoon, and she knew that she would only have more questions once she had found out what to expect. At least she would have two days in which to ask them before her second lesson on the Friday; one that was followed by a lesson on Saturday.
She frowned as she skimmed through her shoes, wondering what she was supposed to wear. She'd never worn anything other than training shoes when she'd been in the academy, but the women at the club had each worn a pair of sexy shoes with incredibly high heels.
So surely she'd have to learn to walk in them at some point.
Even so, she didn't even own a pair of shoes that could pass for sexy, and so she frowned and tugged on a pair of comfortable pumps that would be useless against the elements but were comfortable to wear, flexible, and shouldn't cause her to fall flat on her face.
They'd do.
The walk to Ino's went quickly with her busy thoughts, and the walk to the academy faster still as the girls discussed their separate experiences with the art. Ino, out of curiosity, had bought several DVD's, both how-tos and live performances from the place that Asuma and Kurenai had taken her and Hinata.
Speaking of, their wide eyed friend was hovering outside of the academy when they arrived, a smile dominating her sweet face, hidden a little under her jacket, as she spotted.
"I saw you two on the schedule." She explained. "How are you?"
"Good." The girls grinned. "How about you?" Sakura asked.
"N-nervous."
There wasn't much to say to that, other than assure her that they were slightly wary too. Together they walked into the academy and found their way to the empty hall, lit brightly from the numerous small, high up windows.
They all smiled at the familiar sight.
"Hey," Ino said softly. "D'you remember when we used to pretend that the dust was fairies, because in here we could properly see it?"
"Yeah," Sakura smiled. "And we spun around in circles pretending that we were fairies, too."
Hinata blushed. "And now we're coming into here… to strip."
The three frowned as a calm settled over them, thinking silently for a moment before the spell was broken by the loud thud of the door closing once more, and the chatter of the girls that had entered and were walking down the halls. All of the children were in their classes.
They were followed quickly by a tanned woman with long, soft handfuls of auburn hair caressing her back in its tight black t-shirt. Cropped leggings clung snugly to her toned legs and butt in a way that Sakura knew most women were envious of.
Well, that was something that Sakura didn't have to be jealous of. Her tits, maybe, but even a dancer's legs couldn't beat a kunoichi's. Could reach a par, perhaps, but couldn't beat it.
Sakura knew that some of the elder kunoichi had legs too muscled to be attractive, and marred with too many scars. These women may be the best, but for now Sakura revelled in the fact that her thighs were a woman's, regardless of some of her other attributes.
"Alright girls!" The woman's husky voice spoke. "For those of you who haven't met me yet, my name is Zoe. I will be your instructor for these lessons, and hopefully we will become friends as the lessons pass. Today, and for the rest of this week at least, we will work on various positions and moves without working up into a routine until you are all entirely confident.
Now," Her voice became authoritative. "When you arrive for each lesson you will immediately start to set up so that we can get the most done in these lessons as possible. The equipment is kept in this cupboard over here."
Pulling out several items, she gestured to the class to crowd around and so they did, watching carefully as she showed them how to set up before they tried to do their own. They were done quickly, seeing as they were the get-on-with-it rather than the ask-to-see-it-again type that some of the others seemed to be, and Sakura began pulling on the pole, feeling uncertain that something she had set up herself could hold her weight.
"Good, girls." Zoe called as she walked by. "That looks absolutely fine."
"Notice how she doesn't check." Ino grumbled under her breath. "As if she wants us to fall to our deaths."
Sakura raised her eyebrows and Hinata wisely kept her mouth shut.
"For now, the shoes that you are wearing are absolutely fine. In a couple of weeks however, you will be dancing in the correct attire, which you shall collect after class. Now, for a few minutes, I want each of you to pull yourselves up onto the poles, just to see how much strength you have and how long you can hold it, alright?" Zoe ordered.
"As if we couldn't hang in the academy." Ino scowled, but still the trio lightly jumped up and wrapped their bodies around the poles comfortable, resting until as they waited for her to tell them to stop.
"Well, this is productive…"
Correct attire?!
Day four
Friday morning saw her waking early again, feeling wide awake as she pulled herself immediately from her bed, washed, dressed and ate breakfast in preparation for the lesson. She had a feeling that she would be roasted alive if she turned up late, and scowled around her toothbrush at the thought of the woman dictating.
Sakura bent her leg while she slowly straightened her right, holding the stretch before switching legs, and then put on the plain black pumps, leaving her high heels unworn beside her bed. She put a deoderant, a water bottle and a spare pair of socks in her hip pouch and left; deciding that this time she would wait until she fot home to shower; the academy's hot water didn't last forever and she wasn't entirely comfortable, as of yet, with the topics of conversation that shower talk turned to.
Especially since Hinata had asked her how Kakashi was in bed.
Ino was doing something before the lesson, so Sakura walked to the aacademy alone, avoiding walking into small children who'd clearly had a work out, and smiled shyly at the others as she put her thiings to the side as that she could help set up. Ino turned up several minutes later and threw herself into action, dragging the remainder of the equipment out of the store cupboard.
"Why don't we just get hold of a timetable and only pack away if there's a class next?" She grumbled.
"The little ones just had PE." Sakura replied. "And there's no need for you to complain - half of this was set up before I even got here."
Ino shrugged. "Well someone had to be first."
"yeah," A familiar voice butted in. "And someone had to be last."
"Claire!" Ino smiled. "How are you?"
"I'm good. Anyone seen Kimi?"
The pair shook their heads. "No, sorry." Ino murmured. "Is she supposed to be here?"
"I don't know. I know that she has one lesson with me, but I don't know which."
Sakura fervently hoped that Akimi would be in that class. She genuinely liked the girl. "When do you have your other class?" She asked.
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"Same!" She grinned, happy that either way she'd have time to catch up with the girl that had become a friend.
Claire wasn't quite on the same wavelength as herself.
Again they spent far too long holding easily done contortions rather than learning anything that Sakura felt would be of use, and she slid her body down to rest against the pole as she waited for a new instruction. Akimi wasn't in that class it seemed, and Claire was one of the 'look, look, look at this!' types. She was tired of listening to girl exclaim her want of perfection in something that could be done by a girl years younger, and a lot quieter.
"Haruno." Zoe's voice sounded. "What is this?"
Biting her tongue, Sakura quickly shifted into the correct position and waited a few moments until the stern woman nodded. "Much better."
She completed another round of the room before clearing her throat and hoisting herself up onto her own pole. "And now, girls, you must learn to switch from one position to another, smoothly as so."
Sakura watched as the woman elegantly moved her body from one position to the next in specific, smooth movements and knew that this may well be the problem.
She was used to moving with purpose, sharply, not caring to add any flourish to anything that didn't need it.
Taking a deep breath, she began.
"Sakura, are you alright?" Ino laughed and Sakura used her grip on the pole to right herself, pulling herself up to immediately face the cold, unimpressed eyes of Zoe.
"You are not hurt?" The woman asked, and Sakura shook her head. "Good. Maybe next time there won't be any need for the clown acrobatics."
And then she swept on.
"Well," Claire grinned. "I think that it's impressive that you didn't hit your head."
"…Cheers."
An hour and a half later and Sakura hit the trees, her body gently berating her after the foreign positions that she had forced it into for the sake of not looking like a hippopotamus. She almost wished that she'd brought her things with her rather than going home to shower. Almost. Besides, she didn't have time to linger; she was meeting up with Kakashi as soon as she'd finished getting herself feeling fully human again.
She took her time despite the rush. As she'd been doing all week, she made certain that her under arms and legs were completely smooth and hairless and scrubbed every inch of herself thoroughly, washing her hair and cleaning under her toenails.
It was a weird habit that she had gotten into, and had become ferocious with as she found herself drawing closer and closer to a time when he would have to have sex with her.
She dried her hair instead of letting it drip and scented her neck with a subtle flowery perfume before using the few items of makeup that she owned. She had a feeling, a strong feeling that something was going to happen.
"Because I'm going to damn well make it happen." She muttered nervously, breathing in and watching herself in the mirror, her eyes lingering on the red lace.
Not too shabby.
She chucked on a black top and skirt, smoothing both down critically before brushing her teeth and leaving to walk distractedly to stand in front of her teacher's door.
"Hey," She breathed when he opened it. "Am I on time?"
"I've been told I cannot comment on time." He replied, but a smile took over his features and her reached out to pull her into a hug, shutting the door behind her before he pressed his lips against hers.
"D'you want a drink?"
"Um, yeah. Some water would be good." Or at least could rid her of some of the mint that laid on her breath from her toothpaste. She always found that it had a slightly sickly aftertaste. She didn't bother taking a seat on his sofa as he entered the kitchen, instead remaining standing as he returned with a glass.
"Here."
"Thanks." She took a large gulp of the liquid, holding it in her mouth for a moment before swallowing. "So, um, what are we doing today?"
Kakashi took the glass from her, cocking his head to ask if she wanted anymore before taking it away. He didn't face her as he placed it onto the coffee table, his voice quietly proclaiming, "The inevitable."
She held her breath as he turned back to her, and his gaze as he moved closer and slowly brushed against her lips with his own.
"Shall we go somewhere more suitable?" He asked her, raising a hand to the back of her neck.
"I think that could be a good idea."
Once again his thick blinds were drawn and the light almost cut out completely to create a fake night complete with fake stars in the form of white fairy lights creating a net on his freshly dark-wood panelled ceiling.
"I, uh" He blushed and coughed uncomfortably. "Kurenai told me that little lights would make you feel comfortable, and that these," he gestured and scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Would be the most romantic."
A smiled spread softly across Sakura's face as she nodded. "Kurenai was right." She whispered. "They're beautiful."
He smiled back, and slowly closed the door, turning to lift a hand to cradle the back of her head, combing it into her hair as he tipped her neck back and slid his other arm around her waist. He lowered his lips again, just as slowly as before and let them linger and tug gently several times before seeking out her tongue, tracing it gently with his own.
"Hmm." She whimpered gently, and rubbed her hand firmly down his shoulders to undo the first button, the other firmly entwined in his silver hair. Her nail lightly ran over the skin that was bared, slipping under the next button before rising up again and releasing it. Painstakingly slowly she rid him of his shirt and slipped it off, raising her arms to assist as he tugged on her own.
He found her mouth again as it emerged from the fabric and claimed it, firmer than any of his kisses so far that evening. His hand returned to her hair, tugging lightly as he grasped a small breast into his palm, stroking and plucking at her nipples. She gasped for breath and let out a mewl as she reached for his zipper while he unhooked her bra and moved her hands to allow the red garment to slip off as he kicked his trousers to the ground. She felt a sudden shyness, and loosely held an arm around herself as he bent to peel off his thick woollen socks.
Rising up again, he lifted her into his arms and half placed half chucked her onto the crisp navy blue duvet cover that he had covered his bed with.
Another thing he'd learned from Kurenai (or rather Kurenai berating Asuma) was to have clean sheets.
He pressed his nose against the hollow of her throat and pressed his lips against her soft, lightly scented skin and dragged down, kissing softly until he reached her belly button and then lifted up again, smiling crookedly at her and running his hands down her legs to the smooth colourless stockings that she was wearing beneath her skirt. He pulled them down slowly, coming back up again to drag down her skirt. He nipped her foot lightly before gripping her calf and pulling himself back up until he was level with her knee. He nuzzled against the side of it, ticking Sakura with the light hints of stubble that were starting to come through and her knee jerked involuntarily.
"That tickles." She muttered, receiving only a gentle kiss on her inner thigh in response.
He'd done this before, but still she found herself shuddering as his mouth trailed higher and removed her matching red panties. He tugged them down with his teeth, dropping them quickly onto the floor and returning his mouth to her before she could feel conscious enough to close her legs. His tongue made an eager appearance, licking and sucking until she was whimpering and he was straining against the one remaining piece of clothing that he wore.
Still, he continued, bringing her to the edge before moving away and covering her high-strung and slightly sweaty body with his own. His fingers took over, probing lightly, teasingly as he pressed another soft, tantalising kiss to her needy lips.
"Please, Kakashi…" She whimpered.
"Please what?" He returned, brushing her nose with his own as he slid one finger, slowly, inside of her a tiny amount, letting the tip linger before pulling away completely. He then returned, pushing in the tiniest little bit more.
"You know what I want!" She gasped, pushing her body against his hand as her own reached out for him. "Please…" she moaned desperately, her hands clumsy as she freed him from his boxers.
"Already?" He purred at her, moving his mouth to her neck. "But I've barely started with you…"
"I don't care!" She exclaimed, reaching out to clutch at his hips, pulling him to rub against her. "You want it too, don't you?"
He chuckled against her throat. "I can be patient Sakura. Remember, you can't rush things that you want prepared well."
"Well, the preparations here have already been extensive!" She groaned, stroking his dick in firm, strong strokes. She squeezed lightly at the base. "C'mon Kashi!"
"Not yet." A strangled sigh escaped her as his finger finally slid all of the way in, curving up to press against her on its way out.
"Hatake, I swear-" She hissed, only to cry out as her threat was interrupted by her sensei smoothly sheathing himself fully into her body.
"Better?" He gasped.
"Much."
The pair lay together for several moments, touching as they panted breathlessly before they began to move. Slow, sensual movements that could only be for her benefit, she realised. He was gentle, his hand caressing her hip as he held her up from the bed, the other one wrapped underneath to hold her.
He was so hard, touching all the right places… and so slow. Slow enough to make her whimper and melt into his arms but not quite enough as her desire grew. It seemed he was waiting on her impatience for her sped up. His movement were still not rough, only faster and Sakura felt dizzy with it. She needed more damn it, and pushed the balls of her feet into the mattress for leverage, gasping as he took this as some kind of signal. He leant back to kneel, resting on his feel, and she felt herself dragged upright so that she was sat atop him, held closely. She rode him unsurely as she felt his lips against her ear, her shoulder, her breasts.
His hand moved downwards, running over her mound to swiftly find her clit and rub, making her throw her head back to cry out, her vision blurring around the small lights that so reminded her of stars. She rocked against him; raw, primal movements that didn't allow for thoughts as her eyes slide shut and her nails raked down his back and chest.
"Kakashi…" She whimpered, not noticing the way that his breath caught and his grip tightened. His touch was still perfect, and that was all that she could focus on. The tight, winding circles that would surely fling outwards once released.
She came hard, her mouth gasping open soundlessly, releasing only air as her body spasmed, massaging her cock and rubbing her breast against his chest, the hard nipples scraping against his muscled form.
"Agh." She whimpered, and her arms came around him, nose buried in his hair as he hid between her shoulder and neck to clutch her desperately as he gave her what her body had been demanding.
Slowly, languid as the entirety of that afternoon had been, he rolled to his side and snuggled under the duvet, pulling his partner with him.
Day Five
Sakura awoke first, smiling softly as she stretched in the bed that wasn't her own, laid next to someone that as about to profess a god. She reached out to gently stroke his face as she lay on her side watching him.
She had no idea what time it was, but a quick glance to his clock told her that she was lucky her dance lesson was in the afternoon. She reached up to the window, allowing a small amount of daylight to wash over Kakashi's features.
"Good morning," She whispered, knowing that he couldn't hear her. It made her feel good to say it, regardless of the fact that he wasn't awake to reply.
It was nice waking up next to someone. A few moments later however, she frowned in the direction of the door. She needed to pee. She didn't want to wake him…
Feeling like she was on a mission, Sakura tried to keep the duvet still around him as she shifted out from under it silently and made her naked way to the door. She felt disturbingly loud in the bathroom as she did her business, knowing that other than her the entire place was silent.
She washed her hand quickly and crept back in, certain that he hadn't noticed until a pale hand shot out and pulled her close for a cuddle.
"You decided not to run off for good then." He cracked an eye open and she nodded solemnly.
"It was a close call, but I left my clothes in here you see and didn't want to dash home starkers."
"Wise choice. A pervert might have gotten hold of you."
"Yes, I can't think who though."
They grinned and shared a brief kiss of happiness rather than lust before he pulled away and sat up. "Feel like breakfast?"
She nodded, and allowed him to feed her pancakes and grapes with fizzy strawberry juice without a health lecture on the liberal amounts of chocolate sauce.
It was only when she got home that she realised that, yet again, she had neglected the bloody laundry.
A/N – I want fairy lights! Random decision born of writing this… I need to get fairy lights. I would use our xmas tree lights… but they flash. And they're 'gold' (yellow) rather than white…
*adds to shopping list*
It's only been a couple of days since the last chapter believe it or not, and I hope that this one met expectations… I'm seriously trying to post on time now, okay! Thank you for reading, you guys are epic,
Kashi-Cookie-Monster
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