Shānnarō!

Written by gokusgirl

Warnings: Strong language, sexual situations. You've been warned. :D

Chapter Three

Sakura felt like she was floating upon an abyss of intoxicating bliss. She knew she was asleep – but she felt so wonderful, so deliciously content and warm… like the warmest blanket she ever felt enveloped her, moving against her softly and yet, sensually.

Loving the way her body was tingling, Sakura sighed, awakening from her slumber to realize why she felt so good.

Kakashi was on top of her.

Inside of her.

His face was in the crook of her neck, breathing shakily into her damp skin. His arms were embracing her tightly, wrapped around her small waist as he moved in a delectable pace that felt so incredible… it took her breath away. Automatically her legs wrapped around his waist, hips already moving against his wonderful thrusts. As he felt her regaining control, he raised his head upward and gasped for air. Sakura saw a flicker of ecstasy flash across his handsome features, his teeth clenching as he felt her sex seize him rhythmically.

Sakura gasped, feeling herself have a strong release that made her hips jerk violently against his. He had made her climax so swiftly, and with such ease each and every time. It was everything that Ino and all the other women had bragged about- and yet it was scary to think that Kakashi was the bearer of such a wondrous gift.

When he gave her an orgasm the previous evening, she thought he was doing something terribly wrong. But after the fiery sensations dwindled down she realized what had just occurred. It was enthralling, but yet frightening… like free-falling from top of a mountain top. So when she felt herself coming close to that feeling, she would tense up, making him slow his pace and the moment would be regrettably lost. Kakashi noticed this after a few attempts, and he lowered his head down to her ear, licking the fuzzy lobe as he whispered, "Let go, Sakura… feel it. Allow yourself to feel it."

Giving in, she shut her eyes tight and did what he asked. From that point, she spiraled into a point of pleasure she didn't know existed. It was so marvelous.

Kakashi let out a strangled noise, his hands planted securely on Sakura's hips as his pace quickened. Sakura's eyes scanned down his heaving chest to his rippling stomach, noticing a fine sheen of sweat that glistened there. Sakura had the fanciful notion of how his skin would taste there.

But all thought was surely lost once she felt the spear of pleasure course through her yet again, and like riding the highest, scariest tide imaginable she tumbled down with him, holding on tight and screaming his name all the way.

He fell with his entire weight on her. His heart was pounding hard and shook with his twitching length that was still buried deep inside of her. He pushed himself off to her side, rolling over tiredly as he exhaled nosily out of his nostrils.

They both laid there, stretched out haphazardly as they caught their breaths. Sakura managed to recover first, and she pulled herself up on wobbly elbows, feeling a wave of mortification and unbridled excitement wash over her. She stared at him, wanting to ask him so many questions, but was scared to hear the answer.

A smile curved up on Kakashi's sexy mouth, and he reached out, caressing her soft forearm. "So beautiful…" He sighed with a small laugh, his eyes wondering up to the ceiling in deep thought. He gazed back down at her once again, his smile widening more. "Sakura-"

"You need to leave," Sakura interjected suddenly, and she snatched away from his provoking touch. "Now."

"Good morning to you too." Kakashi grumbled amusingly.

Sakura got up from the bed, grabbing the flat sheet as she covered her shameful nakedness with nervous hands.

Time for damage control.

"You know that this all was a mistake," Sakura began as she folded her hands in front of her. She watched his jaw clench with her remark, and he pulled himself against the headboard, propping a pillow behind his back as she looked at her lazily. "I don't do this, Kakashi. If and when I choose to sleep with someone I have to think through it carefully, it's not all wild and frenzied like this. And I only sleep with someone I love, and quite frankly I don't love you."

It would have been a slap across any man's face. But Kakashi sighed, hunching his shoulders as he considered what she told him. "Well that's a relief Sakura, because I don't love you, either." His tone was a little harsher, and who could blame him? She was killing his morning after glow. He leapt out of the bed rather angrily as he began looking for his clothes. "I knew that this was not about love. What's the wrong with making each other feel good?"

"I'm not looking for that!" Sakura yelled as she stomped her foot. "I'm not looking for a roll around in the hay, Kakashi. And I don't need anyone to make me feel good, so grow up!" Before she could blink her eyes, he was right in front of her, his hands on either sides of her head as he trapped her against the wall. He drew his body merely centimeters from hers, and he could tell she was breathing hard. He gazed down at her beautiful green eyes, loving how angry and confused she looked. He inhaled deeply, taking in her delicate but heavily sexed scent. He then brought his face close to hers, a playful smile on his face.

"You discuss sex like it's some business deal, and yet you never said any of this last night when it was actually happening!" Kakashi spoke smoothly. "It's alright if you don't want to admit that it was good. It won't hurt my feelings."

"I didn't admit it because it wasn't," Sakura seethed, gripping the sheet tighter against her as she lied.

"Lair," Kakashi chided lightly, letting his nose rub scarcely against hers. His breath was hot against her face, and it made her tremble. "If it was so terrible, then why did you ask- wait a minute… beg me to take you again and again last night?"

"You used your Sharingan," Sakura told him as she searched for the answer. "I know it. Nothing can be that intense…"

"So now it was intense?" Kakashi laughed softly, his mouth grazing across her bare shoulder. "If I had used the Sharingan, we wouldn't be having this conversation, Sakura. Because you'd be still lying in bed, paralyzed with pleasure. Sounds like you're confused, Sakura…I'd like to help you out with that, if you wish."

Sakura sucked in a deep breath, feeling herself shiver from the feeling of his hot mouth against her skin. "…Just help yourself out of my house." His mouth was now skimming alongside her neck; and she whimpered when she felt him suck at a pressure point there. He let go suddenly, leaving her gasping for air. He gazed down at her, noticing how her eyes were closed tight and her chest heaved. She grasped the sheet so firmly in her hands now that her knuckles were turning white.

"Amazing, isn't it?" Kakashi whispered seductively. "It's like having a itch scratched over and over… feels so incredibly good…" He leaned in close to kiss her, to sweep her off her feet, longing to feel her again. He was met with an opened palm in his face, shoving him backwards…hard. He was dazed from the sudden attack, and he laughed in spite of how angry his words made the little Kunoichi. It only fueled his want for her.

"OUT!" Sakura ordered loudly as she pointed at the door. He gave her a nod, and quickly found his clothes and put them on. Sakura watched from a safe distance, holding her breath until he was fully dressed and gone, praying he wouldn't say anything else. He was about to walk out of her bedroom when he stopped beside her, his gaze looking straight ahead as he began to speak.

"I know I went about all this wrong Sakura… but for what it's worth, I'd like to see you again. I won't bother anymore if you don't want me to."

"I don't." Sakura admitted quickly, and she felt her stomach twist with guilt. A long, painful pause wavered between them, and he nodded yet again, pulling his mask up over his face as he sighed heavily.

"Alright. Well goodbye then." Kakashi said lowly, exiting out of the room.

"Goodbye." Sakura hissed; irritated totally at him and the entire situation she found herself in. She still stood there until she heard the front door open and close.

It was only then she began to breathe again.

Running like a mad woman, Sakura dashed up the long flight of stairs leading up to the Hokage's tower. She was late today- more than two hours late to be exact. After evicting Kakashi out of her apartment, she quickly got ready for her med class. It would only be her and Tsunade today; Sakura only hoped that the Godaime wouldn't fuss and ask too many questions.

"So nice of you to join us Sakura," Tsunade drawled as she snapped a huge book shut.

"My apologies Hokage-sama…I-I over slept." Sakura rattled out as she bowed politely at her teacher and leader.

Tsunade sucked her teeth, slamming the book hard on her cheery wood desk, making Sakura snap her head upward, her eyes wide with fear.

"You can stop pissing yourself, Sakura. I'm not that mad." Tsunade told her dryly. "Turns out I had an emergency meeting with the elders this morning, so class was cancelled today."

Sakura sighed heavily, a hand to her chest as she stood. "Thank you, Hokage-sama…"

Tsunade held out a finger, waving it slowly as she shook her head. "Uh-uh, Sakura. You don't have to Hokage-sama me to death when we're alone. Shut the door. I have some information for you concerning your new assignment."

Sakura turned, walking swiftly to the door to close it. She walked back over to Godaime's desk, sitting down in the chair that sat in front. "I have a new assignment, Tsunade? Is it a mission?"

"No, but I'll feel like one," Tsunade chuckled as she rocked back in her fine leather recliner. "We have very important guests arriving to the village this afternoon. I want to assign you to one of the guests, just show her around, be her bodyguard and instruct her on the proper formalities of Konohagakure."

Sakura was pleased that it wasn't a real mission; she really wasn't prepared to leave the village right now. She inclined her head, eyebrows furrowed as a question popped into her head.

"Where are the guests coming from?" Sakura asked.

Tsunade had rolled her chair around as she gazed at the village's skyline. "They are coming from the country of Grass and Vines. It will be a party of three; however you will only be concerned about the one, Princess Fumiko."

"A real princess, here in Konoha?" Sakura marveled.

"Yes Sakura… and has anyone forgotten that I'm a princess as well?" Tsunade spoke with a bit of irritation.

"Sorry, Tsunade…" Sakura told her with a shrug of her shoulders. "But why would a princess come to our village?"

"To marry her betrothed, of course." Tsunade answered matter-of-factly. She watched as Sakura's eyes widened with shock, her jaw dropping with surprise.

"And who is her betrothed…?" Sakura prodded, leaning forward in her chair to hear the answer.

"That will be officially announced after they arrive, so I can't tell you." Tsunade told her as she turned her chair back around to face her. She stood, her hands folded behind her back. "And whatever the princess tells you have to be held in the strictest of confidence, understand?"

"Hai," Sakura replied with a nod.

"Okay then… go and get more presentable for our guests, and meet me back here around three." Sakura rose from her seat, nodding as she quickly exited the office. After she left, Tsunade could only shake her head in pity as she thought of the situation she knowingly placed on her young apprentice. "Better her than me." She sighed as she continued to look out onto village.

"Yoo-hoo… hey forehead!" Ino yelled out to her friend as she saw her exit the Hokage's tower. The blonde was waiting patiently for Sakura to leave so she could get the juicy details of her date from the previous evening. But she cursed out loud when she realized Sakura had outright ignored her as her pace was picking up into a small trot. Grumbling, Ino gave chase.

"Don't make me chase you all over this fucking village, you troll!" Ino shouted loudly.

Sakura stopped dead in her tracks, her shoulders dropping with surrender. She whirled around, scowling as Ino caught up with her.

"What do you want, Ino?" Sakura immediately asked; her tone icy and irritated.

"Well good morning to you too pinky," Ino snorted playfully. "Why so bitchy, bitch?"

"I have an assignment to get ready for, and I don't have the time nor the patience for your daily dose of how you got screwed last night." Sakura replied as she folded her hands to her in front of her.

"Well I was hoping to get a breakdown of last night's date." Ino told her with a huge grin.

Sakura stiffened. Rolling her eyes, she sighed as she quickly thought up something to keep her friend clueless in what actually happened. "We went out, we ate, and I went home."

"Did he go home with you?" Ino asked.

"No, he didn't… it was a rather boring date; and he still treated me like a child." Sakura watched as Ino's blonde eyebrow arched as she smirked devilishly.

"Wow… then the guy at the ramen shop must have his information incorrect," Ino finally said with bit of mirth in her voice.

Now it was Sakura's eyebrows rose with a bit of curiosity and horror. Blinking, Sakura shook her head at Ino as she scoffed at Ino's implications. "…what guy at the ramen shop?"

"The shop owner… he said that Kakashi was whispering to you and kissing your hands." Ino raised up one perfectly arched eyebrow again at Sakura, her smirk now curling on the end of her mouth as she watched her friend's left eye jump. The left eye jumping thing always told Ino that Sakura was just caught in a lie.

"What the fuck does the shop owner knows? He was busy cooking ramen!" Sakura sputtered out nervously, and she rolled her eyes again with annoyance. She glowered at Ino; pursing her mouth so tightly you could have sworn she sucked a lemon. "I really don't have time to talk about this nonsense… why don't you go get the rest of your information from that stupid ass shop owner since he's so observant of everything!"

"Whoa," Ino said slowly as a hand came up to her mouth. "…so something did happen last night?"

"No it didn't!" Sakura shouted.

"Well you're acting like it did," Ino noted as she rubbed her chin.

"I'm not a slutty whore like you, Ino. I never fuck on my first date."

"I never said you fucked him. Are you coming clean with it now?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" Sakura yelled vehemently, her hands fisted at her sides. Ino laughed, but still yielded at the girl's pleas. Waving her hands dismissively, Ino shook her head.

"Well when you're ready to talk about it…" Ino told her cautiously.

"There's nothing to talk about." Sakura snapped dryly.

"Well, alright then…" Ino drawled out playfully, watching her friend turn around and walk away swiftly.

"Yeah…whatever." Sakura mumbled, hearing her friend snicker from a distance. If she didn't have this assignment, she would have turned around and tackled her ass for laughing.

Her thoughts smothered over what happened last night, and how shook she was about it. She still felt awfully sore between her legs, and the pain made her instantly think of Kakashi. That solid, lean build of his body crashing into hers, the drastically strong stokes his hips made as they drove into hers over and over… and his face…

Sakura stopped walking. I am NOT going to let this take over my thoughts or my life! Sakura desperately thought to herself.

Once she got home, she flopped face first into the mess of sheets on her unmade bed. As she smelled them, his masculine scent was still lingering there. It instantly made her groin ache. She wanted him there again. In her house, in her bed, and in her. Having him was like eating a peanut… you could never have one. You would eat and eat until your head was dizzy from the intake of salt. But she would never openly admit it to herself or Kakashi of this need she was starting to have for him. What good was that? She was done having physical relationships that lasted only for a few good weeks. And he told her wasn't in love with her – rather nastily too.

Sakura let out a gush of air as she turned over on her back. She had to laugh at herself as she let that moment replay in her head.

Well that's a relief Sakura, because I don't love you, either.

"That's fine you dick-head!" Sakura spoke to herself loudly. What am I thinking? Why would I expect love for him – of all people? Why am I thinking of love because we slept together anyways? I'm always getting my feelings hurt because I get confused with being fucked or being loved.

Not wanting to think on it any further, Sakura rose to her feet, and numbly stripped her bed liens off her bed and stuffed them all in her small hamper in the corner of the room. She didn't even bother placing sheets on the bed as she threw the thick comforter across it; every time she flung the heavy material the fragrant smell of Kakashi lightly permeated the air.

…To Be Continued…