Naruto was already on his way up to Calixta's door when he heard a strange thump, followed immediately by a little whine. As worried as he was curious, he listened and heard a rustling coming from his left so he took a few steps that way and continued to listen. He couldn't hear anything anymore but he felt compelled to continue and did so that direction until he reached Calixta's bedroom window, not that he realized until he peered in to see her in a very compromising state that it was her bedroom.

Gasping, he turned around. He was about to clasp his hand over his mouth but thought that might be too obvious a gesture of distress. He tried to steady his breathing but found himself nearly shaking in the process. Never in his life had he been faced with a decision that left him so torn. Half of him wanted to flee, practically for his life, to get as far from her as possible, never to speak a word of it to anyone. The other half wanted him to stay and at least take one more good peek. From what he saw in his brief glance through the crack in her window, she surely wouldn't notice him…as long as he could keep his chakra under control. But one more peek couldn't hurt, right? After all, it was Calixta. Normally, he wouldn't have hesitated so long on a decision that felt so vital but this instance was different because, unlike the other times he had this feeling, lives weren't at steak, no one was in danger, except perhaps himself, and that might be a risk he was willing to take.

When he could finally take a breath to steady himself, he looked around, finding the surrounding area rather quiet…until she made another sound. There was another little thump, this time followed by a soft moan. Without thinking, Naruto whipped back around and looked inside. He bit his lip almost hard enough to bleed at what he saw.

She was sprawled out on her bed, a thin sheet clinging to her body, as her head tossed back and forth fitfully. Her expression spoke only of unseen pleasures and when he heard the soft thump again, he realized it was her. Occasionally, when her legs would twitch or fidget, she would kick the wall next to her bed. It wasn't very hard and it didn't seem to bother her any.

He could feel his pants grow tighter when she let slip another soft sound of pleasure, this one closer to a sigh than the last. As he watched, he saw that the part of the sheet covering her breasts was starting to show little spots of wetness, which were quickly combining to make one, larger, more distinct spot. Just when he thought that he should maybe consider tearing his eyes away to make sure he still wasn't drawing any attention to himself, one of her hands pushed the sheet down until she could reach between her legs unobstructed.

This time the blonde had to clasp his hand over his mouth to hold in the gasp elicited from seeing her in such a state. He couldn't help thinking that in some ways, she appeared more natural like that than any other way that he had seen her. He also couldn't help watching her very carefully because, well, first of all, if he was going to get into trouble for it, he might as well enjoy himself in the process. But primarily because he wanted to see what she was doing that seemed to bring her so much pleasure. In some ways, he was taking notes. In others, he was finding himself more than a little jealous that she seemed to get so much out of so very little. As far as he could tell, she was barely touching herself and already on the verge of orgasm. It made him wonder if maybe there was something he was missing.

Again he gasped, this time at the thought that if she did finish soon, his curiosity would be rewarded with such a sight. He was rewarded but it would be his undoing. To see her so intimately engaged with herself and to hear her moan, even though the sound was much akin to the name of a certain temperamental sand ninja, made the blood that he had managed to hold back for so long come gushing out his nose. The sudden hemorrhage caused him to groan and he fell over with a graceless thump.

Regardless of Calixta's state, she heard the sound from outside her window and with a start, she quickly wrapped her sheet around her and rushed over to the window, opening it the rest of the way. "Naruto!" she fretted. For a moment, she forgot herself and wasn't embarrassed or angry, just worried. Well, she was worried right up until she saw that the major damage presented itself in the form of a still rather incredible nose bleed.

"Calix…" he muttered dizzily.

She rolled her eyes with exasperation and threw on her robe, storming outside and dragging the still dazed teenager into her living room.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, throwing him on the floor.

For a moment, Naruto's shock shifted to awing at her seemingly disproportionate strength as she drug and tossed him around. "Uh…I-I wanted to talk to you…and I got distracted…please forgive me," he bowed deeply, pressing his forehead to the floor as he sat on his feet.

She was taken aback by his sudden sincere apology. "Ugh, get up," she grumbled, sitting next to him. She was incredibly annoyed but she couldn't manage to get angry over his motives. "I hope you enjoyed the show."

Naruto blushed thoroughly as he raised his head. He was about to answer but then realized that she didn't really want, or need, him to.

"What did you want to talk about?" she asked seriously.

He faltered, having all but forgotten his purpose at this point. "Uh, well…I kinda wanted to talk about what happened that one time with us and Sasuke," he managed after a moment.

She frowned. "What about it?"

"Look. I've intruded enough. I should probably just go. I hope you can forget that I was even here," he prayed and tried to leave.

"No way," she grabbed him and pulled him to sit next to her again. "Talk."

There was a lot he wanted to say but he feared he wouldn't be allowed to get to all of it. "Well, first of all…I was wondering if Gaara is okay with stuff like that," he began.

She eyed him carefully. "That question implies that you might want to do something like that again in the future," she surmised, not wasting any time.

"Uh, no, actually, not at all. Well, that didn't sound right. I had a great time but that's not why I'm asking. I'm asking because I want to know. The way I see it, even if he does care, he has more prevalent figures to worry about than me," he reasoned, silently thanking Sasuke for that revelation.

She laughed a little. "That is true. I think the best way to describe his attitude is…permissive and perhaps a bit curious. He understands that certain things cannot change, at least not at this point. Actually, I think he was a little confused that you hadn't taken advantage of my hospitality yet," she mused.

"I would never dream of-" he tried to defend.

She just nodded. "I know, don't bother. Besides, after a display like that, either I trust you or I don't. Rationalizing isn't going to do you any good." Then, she gave a depressed sigh.

"I really am sorry. I just sort of got caught up in the moment, I guess. You were so…beautiful." He almost didn't finish his sentence but he felt compelled to.

She appeared startled by that and gave him a careful look. "I never pegged you for a peeping tom but I suppose since you spend so much time with Master Jiraiya, I should expect such things," she teased.

"I-I didn't mean to…mostly…ugh. I can't believe I reacted like that," he grumbled. "So, how mad are you?"

She smiled. "I'm not mad. I'm disappointed," she admitted and felt his heart sink because of it. "Not in you," she quickly amended.

"Then in what?" he pressed.

"I would have liked some time to just lay there for a while afterwards, actually. It's often the best part," she confessed. "But I'm glad you managed to stay hidden until then…not that you really had the best hiding spot, you know."

"Oh…I didn't really think about that," he admitted.

She gave him a mischievous little grin. "Perhaps you could make it up to me."

"H-How," he barely managed to ask.

She quickly snaked around behind him, and went straight for his fly. He gasped, but didn't stop her. At first it was out of shock, then he allowed her advance because he was willing to accept her punishment for peeping on and interrupting her…as long as she didn't ask too much. The problem then became what would be too much?

"Wh-What are you doing?" he managed to ask to keep himself from taking her hands and pulling them away from his exposed erection.

She peered over his shoulder at him with an impish grin as she withdrew her hands. "Give me your hand," she requested casually.

Naruto swallowed hard and did as she asked.

"I want to tell you that the reason why I was so disappointed," she informed, taking his hand in hers. "It was because right up until I opened my eyes, I was in an empathic link with Gaara."

"From so far away?" was all Naruto could manage.

"Well, it is exclusive between us. I couldn't do that with just anybody," she assured.

Then Naruto could feel a strange tingling warmth in his hand, the one in hers. He didn't get to see her smirk as she led his hand to his erection, wrapping it around the length. "Aaah!" he gasped at the advance. "What-?" He tried to pull his hand away and found himself incapable of gathering enough conviction to do so.

"That's right," she coaxed into his ear as she started helping him run his hand up and down his length. "Very good," she continued as she slipped away. She took a seat a few feet in front of him, reclined as she pulled out a cigarette. "Just like that," she praised as she watched, her eyes riveted to the blonde young ninja before her.

Her greedy gaze seemed to encourage Naruto's hand. He grit his teeth and tried to break eye contact but found that extremely difficult, possibly even more difficult than stopping touching himself. "Ah, Calixta-san," he pleaded.

"Yes, Naruto-san?" she prompted curiously as she exhaled a rather large drag from her cigarette.

He was so dizzy at this point that for a moment he thought that as she was speaking, the smoke was forming her words in the air before him. He shook his head to clear his thoughts but it did no good. "You're being really mean," he complained.

She faltered, nearly dropping her cigarette. Her falter allowed him to stop what he was doing, covering himself a little instead of stroking himself even though he still couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She appeared annoyed and more than a little put off. "Fine, just go then," she turned away and took another drag. "You're off the hook."

"Uh," he finished redressing himself. "A-Are you sure?"

She sighed and shook her head. "I just wanted to watch you jerk off. I'm sorry I was a bitch about it, sometimes Gaara's brashness rubs off on me," she explained.

Naruto could hardly tell if Calixta was embarrassed at all at first but now he could tell; it was written on her face as well as in her chakra. "Y-You weren't really being mean," he managed.

"Don't patronize me just to make me feel better. It's not worth it. Let's just forget you were even here today, okay? Like you said," she tried. She was still mentally berating herself for letting Gaara's more aggressive nature surface in hers so fully.

Naruto sat back, frowning petulantly at her. In actuality, he had been hoping that if he made complaint, that she would give in a little and perhaps come back to him. Even just having her stroke his cock with him would have been amazing. He didn't like how suddenly she had withdrawn after being so forward. He had also hoped that if he humored her fancy, that she would talk to him about all the dirty things he had questions about that no one else wanted to answer.

So, with a challenging look, he took his seat again, opened his fly, pulled out his erection, this time wiggling a little further out of his pants than she had made him, and started stroking himself again. He was disappointed that she didn't see fit to look back to him to see what he was doing. So, he let slip the smallest of moans as he ran his palm over the swollen head of his member. That got her attention and he couldn't help smirking at the look of shock on her face.

It was Calixta's turn to gasp at what she saw. She wanted to tell Naruto that he didn't have to do that but she could tell he wanted to and that feeling stole her words. She didn't realize her nose was dripping with blood until he started to giggle a little at her. With a sound of frustration, she grabbed a tissue and put it to her nose as she ashed her cigarette. Her frustration didn't last very long, however, because of how quickly he let go of his inhibitions, letting his legs lay flat in front of him at nearly a ninety degree angle, with one hand behind him to prop him up, while the other did its job.

"You think you could do that tingly thing to my hand again?" he proposed curiously.

She cocked an incredulous eyebrow. "That's what made you want to stop," she pointed out.

"If you don't want to, that's fine. It was just…" he was actually starting to approach his orgasm rather quickly, something he found oddly disappointing. "really weird. If you had said something about it…" he suggested.

She didn't think she should have to. She thought that she had made herself clear enough, but then again, that might have been Gaara's influence surfacing again. "I'll try to remember that," she nodded distractedly, completely absorbed by what she was seeing.

Before long, Naruto's posture took on a much less relaxed air. He drew up his knees and leaned forward a little so his off hand could reach into his pants and play with his balls. Though, he was mindful enough to keep his knees widely parted so she could see as well as possible.

As he drew closer to orgasm, she could feel her hands trembling with the urge to go over and touch him. When that urge became almost overwhelming, she spoke. "Naruto! Stop!" she suddenly ordered.

He had hardly realized that she was helping his hand pull him toward pleasure when she used that control to compel him to stop. "Wh-What is it?" he asked through gritted teeth and a grumble of frustration.

"I have to ask you a question," she told him, putting out her cigarette butt and crawling toward him until their faces were only inches apart.

"Uh, uh-huh," he managed to nod.

"Was I your first?" she questioned curiously.

He faltered. "Well, yeah, sorta," he admitted.

"Sorta?" she scolded. "It's a yes or no question."

"Well, yes but the experience was so weird that I don't think it really counts, ya know?" he tried to explain.

She found that oddly endearing, especially that he considered the whole ordeal to be "an experience". In a way, it made her feel special. It also served to alleviate much of the guilt that she had been experienced over the encounter. With that, she sat back and gave him a thoughtful look. She couldn't help thinking that he looked adorable like that, his knees spread wide, blush covering his entire skin, and erection still in hand. The look of hopeful anxiety he was giving her didn't hurt either.

"Why ask now?" he asked, almost panicked because he had yet to receive further instruction.

"I wanted to ask before but I reasoned that you're not the type of person who generally does things he doesn't want to. I figured, if you got uncomfortable, you could leave and hopefully not feel too bad about it. I didn't get the chance to because I was so overwhelmed by the two of you," she giggled a little at the memory. "So, I guess I'm asking now because I have the opportunity," she shrugged and then finally gave into his expecting look. "Would you like me to assist you again?" she asked hopefully.

Naruto bit his lip and nodded. With the predatory way she was eyeing him, he couldn't exactly manage to speak. He did, however, manage to groan when her hand joined his and she settled between his legs.

"Show me how," she requested softly when her hand rested on his.

The blonde, for a moment, felt as though he might lose consciousness. Because he was so dizzy, he didn't even nod or give any other signs of affirmation before starting to move his hand again, this time squeezing a little tighter, twisting his wrist just so, and occasionally swirling his thumb over the head. She followed his every move without error until he was on the verge once again.

She desperately wanted to tease the young man some more. Maybe just fake him out this time and give it to him next time, she thought, but he was too sweet to her for such treatment and she took pity on him, assisting him in maintaining his desired pace when the pleasure started to cause his muscles to falter.

"Oooh, Calixta-san," he moaned when he spilled himself in her hand. Instinctively, he wanted to screw his eyes shut during his release but there was something about their eye-contact that kept them open, albeit half-lidded much of the time.

When she was sure he wasn't just going to tip over, she withdrew, examining the prize in her hand. Just when he had gathered enough of his breath to speak, she took the floor. "There's just one more thing you can do to make up for spying on me like you did," she told him mischievously.

"What's that?" he asked warily through his post-orgasmic haze. Later, he would realize how incredibly unfair it had been for her to make any sort of move on him while he was in such a blissfully compliant state.

She crawled back over to him and held her palm out in front of his face. "Eat this," she ordered casually.

Naruto's lazy grin turned to an expression of mild disgust. "Why?"

"Because it pleases me," she informed flatly. Really, she just wanted to see if she could get him to do it.

Because he knew it was her final request before dropping the matter, he complied, trying to lap up the puddle of cum in one shot to get it over with as quickly as possible. She watched him closely to make sure he swallowed before withdrawing once again to light another cigarette.

"Thank you, Naruto," she bowed a little but when she brought her head back up, she noticed a slightly amused look on his face. "What's so amusing?"

He smirked a little. "You're tits are leaking," he literally pointed out.

Calixta gasped and looked down. Their last exchange had excited her enough to elicit certain physical responses, the leaking of her milk through her blouse was one of the more noticeable responses. She made a little sound of embarrassed disgust.

Naruto licked her lips without thinking. "You want me help you out?" he proposed hopefully.

His tone made her blush a little. "Uh, yeah, if you want to," she conceded.

With an only mildly suppressed greedy grin as he crawled up behind her. Out of curiosity, he didn't open her shirt right away. Instead, he wanted to massage her breasts through the fabric, enjoying the way her nipples eagerly pressed against his hands.

She gave a soft little moan at the attention. Her milk had already started to let down so she didn't need it to loosen her up. Naruto's heated display had done more than enough for that but his strong, gentle hands on one of the most sensitive parts of her body quelled any argument she might have had. It just felt too good. Most of the time, when someone helped her out as he offered, they got straight to work. These hands seemed curious and like they wanted to play.

Her vocal appreciations deepened when he started to coaxingly squeeze her breasts. Apparently, he had enjoyed his time with her and Sasuke more than he let on, because he seemed intent to express her milk using his hands rather than his mouth. Usually, she preferred oral expression but this was a nice change of pace. Besides, she knew that Naruto was a very hungry young man and that it was unlikely that he would let all of it go to waste.

However, for the time being, he seemed content to squeeze her milk out through her now soaking wet blouse, a pink article made of thin fabric that crossed in the front and tied at her sides. Neither of them realized it at first, but he was working toward something, something that he was rewarded with minutes after he started. He managed to get her excited enough that, with his assistance, she would actually squirt through her thin blouse.

At first, she didn't even realize it was happening but the way his body eager pressed against her as he peered over her shoulder that the spectacle made her remember more than just her pleasure. "Ah, you're making a mess," she breathily scolded.

Naruto just laughed a playful little snicker and gave her a quick peck on the cheek as he continued that for about another minute. After that, enough pressure in her breasts had been released that she could no longer provide such trajectory. Only then did he open her shirt but even so, he continued in the same way he had before, finding that without the fabric to serve as an obstruction, he could actually watch her nipples dribble a little between squeezes.

After the first couple of times Naruto's fingers squeezed her nipples, at the end of their journey over her breasts to force out more of her milk, Calixta gave a heated gasp and leaned back against her partner's warm, sturdy body. "Ah, Naruto," she mewled as he continued, now with even greater leverage because she was allowing him to control her center of gravity as well as his own.

Had he not been with her before, he wouldn't have recognized the shift in the sounds she was making. Sure, they had been heated from the first moment he touched her but now they had an edge of impending pleasure, of that blissful anxiety of pre-orgasm. The idea that he could make her cum so easily almost made him falter but his desire to see if his hunch was correct let him continue without so much as a twitch.

"Oh, Calixta-san…" he awed as he looked down at her. Her head now mostly rested on his shoulder as she nearly sat in his lap, allowing him a perfect view of what he was doing. "You are too sexy."

"Nngh, Naruto-san, don't say things like that," she half-complained.

"Aw…why not?" he whined.

"I-I don't like to hear those kinds of things," she admitted through gritted teeth.

"Would you rather I tell you that you're ugly?" he teased.

She tried to frown but she was still in too much pleasure to really do it. However, he could still sense her disapproval, which was much greater now than it had been when he called her sexy. "Fine, I won't tell you how sexy I think you are. I won't tell you that the sounds you're making make me feel really weird inside or that the way you pressed yourself against me's got me all hard again," he almost rambled.

She knew he was enjoying himself but she hadn't considered that he was enjoying her that much. To verify his information, she rocked her hips back a little and felt his hardness poking out at her through his pants. "Ah, Naruto," she gasped, mentally scolding herself for underestimating this particular teenager. She was also secretly delighted by the fact that he had chosen to mention items other than her physical appearance. His compliments at this point were bound to be physical but he seemed much more entertained by what she was doing rather than how she looked while doing it.

He decided that he'd had enough of talking for the time being and went back to focusing all his attention on bringing her the pleasure her body desired. When she was on the verge again, and it greatly pleased him to be able to tell exactly so, he spoke again. "C-Can you really cum like this?" he asked, noting that the breasts in his dripping wet hands were much smaller now than when he started.

She bit her lip and nodded, giving a repressed little whine at the idea spoken aloud. Her verbal response came a moment later, "Yes," she breathily answered, "but I can try not to if it makes you too uncomfortable," she offered knowingly. "If that's the case, then you should ease up a bit."

"Oh, I don't mind at all," he greedily replied, redoubling his efforts thanks to her thinly veiled hint.

Seconds later, she was practically writhing in his lap, pushing back so hard that when she did cum for him, she managed to push him over onto his back, taking her with him.

Immediately, she rolled over to face him, never breaking contact with his body. "Naruto-san," she whispered, her dilated eyes darting all over his face as though it would give her a better read on him.

"Ah, Calixta…" he gasped when she started to grind their hips together.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?" she asked mischievously.

"Huh?" he blinked up at her, confused, having all but forgotten his earlier embarrassment at her hands.

"You forget so easily. I was teaching you a lesson about not peeping on me," she reminded cruelly.

He shot a look down at her breasts, somehow still in his hands. "Uh, oh yeah…I thought we were done with that," he managed.

"You were helping me out because the machine down at the clinic isn't as nice as a real person can be," she haughtily replied.

"Oh…" He appeared crestfallen.

"Not that you didn't do an amazing job. If you keep that up, I might have to recruit you to help me out more often," she winked and his blush intensified. It was almost too easy. "So, have you learned your lesson?" she pressed eagerly, both verbally and physically.

He actually thought about it for a moment. Realizing that she was now going out of her way to embarrass him, he wanted a decent comeback. "Yeah, I learned to just knock 'cause this is way more fun than watchin'," he snickered.

She beamed down at him in a way that made him think his heart had stopped when actually it was beating so hard it might as well have been trying to leap out of his chest. "I think I underestimated you. I am very sorry for that."

"What do you mean?" he gasped, no longer able to keep his hips from moving with hers.

"Please don't be offended when I say that you are rather naïve but I can see now that it's not through a lack of imagination or effort," she mused. She knew that being called naïve was on the short list of things that the blonde very much disliked hearing. However, this time, he didn't seem very offended, a little perhaps but that was visceral reaction. "It's been a lack of opportunity. Though, I'm sure the influences of Kakashi-sensei and Mater Jiraiya as well as myself should not go unaccredited."

"Uh, yeah, that makes sense to me," he managed. "Does that matter?"

"Part of me wants to think it does…the rest of me wants to screw you silly," she confessed breathily.

"Calixta-san!" he tried to scold for her casual tone.

She gave him a slightly challenging look. "I'm sorry, in general, I'm more accustomed to older men, they generally have greater personal restraint but once they're done, it's over," she explained. "So, this is actually fairly novel for me, to be with someone as young as you."

"But wh-what about Sasuke a-and Gaara?" he tried to continue his questions but he could feel her intense heat through the crotch of his pants and the fact that he thought he could feel some of her moisture starting to soak through the fabric.

"My relationship with each of them is different. Sasuke's all business and prides himself on his self control, especially when we're together. As for Gaara, there's so much emotional stuff going on that I don't really pay attention to who cums when," she told him with a giggle.

"Oh…" He finally let his hands travel back down from her breasts to his pants to slip out of them once again. This time, she helped him take them all the way off.

Even though she thought he looked very cute wearing only his shirt and a light coat but decided that he might look even cuter naked. As she helped him pull off his clothes. "So, this isn't what you wanted when you decided to visit me today? You were only going to sit and ask me questions?" she reminded.

"Uh, yeah, pretty much…" he admitted.

She smiled. "I was under the impression that what happened with Sasuke was fairly self-explanatory," she baited.

He bit, "It's not just that. Actually, I was hoping I could come to you about…ya know, like sex stuff. You seem like the only one who might actually give me a straight answer instead of just shooing me away…and I trust you like not to laugh at me too much," he nervously replied.

The word trust made her reel back until she was upright on her knees with him prone between her legs. At this point, they were both naked and ready to go. Instinctively, his hands grasped her hips, just in case she decided to pull further away than that. He wasn't emotionally prepared for such a withdrawal. Fortunately, she only intended to go that far. She even placed her hands on his as a gesture of reassurance.

She took a few long moments to study him and it made him incredibly nervous. He could feel her chakra probing him, testing him, drawing out his own. Her eyes took in every inch of his skin that she could see. When her eyes reached the seal mark on his belly, they grew wide, her breath almost faltering.

"What is it?" Naruto asked fearfully. "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no, of course not. It's just been a while since I've gotten to take you in so fully. You've grown so much since we've met; you've matured in some very subtle ways," she nearly awed. "It's your innocence, you know. If it wasn't for that…" she trailed off.

"What?" he almost shook her.

"I-I don't know. You'd be different. It's bound to happen eventually. It happens to everyone and it always changes them." She stopped to study him again.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" he squirmed.

Her serious expression slowly took on a smile as her eyes slowly crawled up his body to meet his. "Because you are very complicated," she complained. "But let's not worry about that now. You've let me stall for far too long already," she told him as she used one hand to part her glistening lips and slowly descend on him.

"Ah, fair enough," he barely agreed, almost completely unaware of what he was saying with her tight heat encasing him only fast enough to keep him from interfering.

Once she settled her weight on him, she flexed her pelvic muscles a few times, reveling in the little mewls of pleasure she received in response. After that, she rode him so hard he thought she might leave bruises but at the same time, he couldn't help thrusting back with equal force. Before long he was hitting her hard enough that he actually needed to hold on to her hips because her knees would raise off the ground, leaving her with no other means of balance.

Neither of them bothered to count the number of times she came before he did but he relished every second of it. When she started to fall backward a little bit, he sat up as quickly as he could and propped her up with his knees. She was amazed at his instincts and couldn't help simply allowing him to do as he pleased as she fitfully clung to him. He couldn't help thinking that his name sounded eerily like a prayer when it poured from her lips as her head rested on his shoulder.

Naruto came hard inside her a few minutes later and they sat slumped over with heads on each others shoulders, panting as though there wasn't enough oxygen left in the room. Then, slowly, as they caught their breath, they both started to giggle, just a little at first, but before long, they were clutching their stomachs and once again trying to catch their breath.

"Oh, Naruto-san," she kissed him, "That was amazing."

"Ah," he started a little at the kiss but quickly recovered. "Does this mean I can come to you to talk about stuff?"

She laughed a little at his persistence. "I don't know how much help I'll be to you but I will try to do what you're asking," she nodded.

He smiled and did a little victory dance, which made her giggle, as he was still partially inside her. He gave an embarrassed little chuckle and finished the motion, setting her next to him instead of in his lap. As comfortable as it was to have her there, it didn't feel quite right and he knew Calixta would sense that, and preferred him to do what made him more comfortable.

"Thank you, Calixta-san," he bowed once they were redressed and he was ready to leave. "Please, don't tell Kakashi-sensei that you caught me peeping."

She laughed. "Yes, getting caught is the worst part as far as he's concerned. No, I won't breathe a word to him but it might be interesting for you to…" she paused for a moment to consider her words, "mention it to him. He would be extremely impressed to find that you had successfully peeped on me," she noted.

"I wouldn't lie to Kakashi-sensei like that. It's just better not to say anything at all," he wisely surmised.

"It wouldn't necessarily be a lie. You weren't caught until the very end. If you left that part out, he'd never know. I think you deserve credit for managing as well as you did in such a poor hiding spot," she lectured.

"You mentioned that," he grumbled.

"It's just something to think about. Oh, and you probably wanna go get changed if you plan on doing anything else today," she warned.

"Wh-?" was as far as he got before he looked down to see some very obvious remains of their passion staining his clothes. With a little grumble, he took off his jacket, folded it over his arm and held it in front of him, which did manage to hide most of the evidence. "Thanks…"

"Naturally. I'll see you soon," she vowed and showed him out, leaving both of them with a lot to think about.

Calixta happened upon Kakashi at the market about a week later. "Ah, Kakashi-sensei!" she greeted with a warm smile.

"Good afternoon," he gave a mock bow.

They exchanged further pleasantries in the same, nearly mocking fashion until they ran out of banter. Then, she grew serious before he could escape.

"I wanted to tell you about something," she began carefully as they walked with full baskets down the road.

"Oh?" He never liked that tone.

"I just wanted to let you know that Naruto has started coming to me to ask certain kinds of questions," she informed.

"What kinds of questions?" he asked even though he had a pretty good idea.

"Oh, nothing terribly important. He's just curious about certain…sexual matters and he asked me to clear them up for him," she elaborated vaguely.

Kakashi frowned. "Didn't you say that he was one of the ones you didn't want to corrupt?"

She made a frown to match his. "I think I said something like that. I still think he should savor his innocence before it's completely gone…but that's the issue, isn't it? What I was talking about preserving isn't something that can last forever," she pointed out.

"So you've taken up answering his questions about it?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, he's only come to me once so far and that was just to propose the idea but he gave the distinct impression that he would be back, most likely armed with many questions, questions that I will attempt to answer."

Kakashi shook his head in exasperation.

"Don't do that. You had your chance," she scoffed.

"What do you mean?" he took a defensive step backward.

"He tried talking to you, and I got the impression several others, before he came to me. I was something of a last resort for him. He said that he was afraid that I would find him silly and not take him seriously, as you and others have done before." She paused to gauge his reaction. "Or maybe you're not as comfortable with that kind of thing as you think you are. It's one thing to do it and something else to talk about it, isn't it?" she chided.

Kakashi almost glared at her. On the one hand he enjoyed that she was so independent now. She was a much happier and productive person for it. On the other hand, she had also picked up some of Gaara's mannerisms and attitudes, which had a habit of getting under his skin.

"If you want another shot, go 'head and take it. His ears are wide open," she made a funny face while pulling at her ears. "You know I won't stop you."

"If the opportunity presents itself, I won't hesitate to take advantage of it," he assured her.

"Good because you know he doesn't have many blood relatives left to take care of that kind of thing so someone has to do it. He's a good kid and doesn't deserve to stumble through things as blindly as he is simply because no one wants to take him seriously. It takes quite a bit of guts to ask the kinds of questions he does and I think that kind of courage should be rewarded."

"I see…" he grumbled. "Then why are you telling me this? It sounds like the matter's been taken care of."

"Oh, don't give me that," she dismissed with a wave of her hand. "Sure, if it was two normal students heightening the level of their relationship, no, it wouldn't be worth mentioning. In fact, it might be kind of fun to try to keep it from you for as long as possible. However, as I'm sure you've realized, he and I aren't exactly normal," she giggled. "Besides, you always wanna hear when one of my relationships takes an unexpected turn, especially for the better," she bragged.

Kakashi nodded and finally let himself smile. "Just be careful about what you tell him. You know how boys his age can be," he warned.

"Of course! Sheesh! I've already told him that I will let him know if he asks me a question that I think is too personal to answer and I intend to refuse if he tries to learn any seduction techniques from me," she winked.

He shook his head again but this time he was laughing affectionately. "After all this time, you would think I would learn not to underestimate you."

She gave a little bow, this one sincere. "I prefer to be underestimated," she informed. "I find life much more difficult if people overestimate me."

"I still feel guilty every time I do it," he admitted.

"Don't. It's an easy thing to do. In fact, I realized when Naruto came to me that afternoon, I underestimated him…and the changes he's going through," she replied seriously.

"Changes?" he prompted as the approached her porch and set down their bags.

She sat down on the porch swing and lit a cigarette, offering one to him but he politely refused. "You know how I talk about people's aura's sometimes?" she began.

With the way she began and how comfortable she had made herself so quickly, Kakashi figured he was in for at least another few minutes of conversation so, he sat down next to her. Neither of them said anything when he reached for her cigarettes and started one of his own. "Yeah," he replied during his first smoky exhale.

"Then, I believe I've told you that they're constantly in flux. In fact, I've found that if they get stuck one way for too long, it's bad for them, but that's not the case here," she smiled a little and ashed her cigarette over the back of the swing and off the side of the porch. "I told you when you first asked me that Naruto's aura was green, an indication of his innocence. Since then, it has started to shift to a color that reflects a greater level of maturity: physically, mentally, emotionally, everything. It's hard to describe but at the rate he's at, it's going to be a very quick transition indeed. But then again, we should have expected that. After all, it is his nature and all things act according to their nature," she reminded.

She had obviously put a lot of thought into this before speaking to him about it. It made him feel a little ambushed. "I understand," he nodded again after a moment of thought. "So…does that mean that you and he are being intimate as well?" he pried.

She quirked an odd grin. "I think he'd prefer I not say. After all, assumptions are bound to be made either way," she shrugged. "Is there a particular stance you'd prefer that I take on that? Actually, that's the main reason I brought it up. I mean, assuming that we aren't intimate, as you say, we both know that just talking about sex gets teenage boys excited."

Kakashi faltered a little at her sudden deferment. "Well, I was just thinking that you seem to have everything already figured out and our conversation sounded more like a status update than anything else so I thought you would have already made that decision."

She smirked and gave an endeared little giggle. "I was hoping to simply allow him to make advances as he pleases, as long as they aren't too outrageous…and I'd be sure to let him remind him that I am not like most women."

Again, Kakashi found himself shaking his head in exasperation.

"I knew this wouldn't please you," she commented when they were nearly done smoking.

"And you did it anyway," he countered, not because he believed it but because he wanted to see how she would react to his displeasure. Would she be insubordinate or would she bow to his decisions? At this point he couldn't really tell.

"I hardly did anything, other than try to be as politely honest as possible. He came to me," she insisted.

"Yes, you've made that perfectly clear."

"Should I have turned him away like so many others have?" she challenged.

"If you knew that I wasn't willing to have those talks with him, then why would you assume that it would be okay for you to do it instead?"

"You weren't turning him away because he's not ready for that. You did it because you're not ready. I've seen it before. He really looks up to you and often takes you more seriously than you would prefer," she noted passively. "But you don't think it's wrong for me to take him up like this so why are you being so difficult about it?"

Sometimes he really hated that anymore, even when he was trying to shield himself from her, they were close enough now that at least some of his deeper feelings got through to her. However, this also meant that he could sense full well what she was feeling, not that she usually tried to hide her feelings from him. She was curious and daring and truly felt justified in her decision so he caved. "Fine. I just don't know why you had to tell me about it if you had everything all figured out" he tried not to snap.

"I already told you that," she chided, presenting her ashtray. "Besides, all things considered, I am one of the better people to help him out. Can you imagine if Master Jiraiya had taken him up on it before he came to me?" she proposed.

Kakashi groaned. "Point taken and as far as I'm concerned, the matter is closed until further notice. Got it?"

She gave an assuring nod. "Sure thing! Oh," she faltered.

"Ugh, what else?" he grumbled, pretending that he was more annoyed with her than he actually was.

"Just that…I think he knows that something extra sexy happened on your birthday," she confessed.

"What did you tell him?" he snapped.

"I didn't tell him anything," she haughtily replied as she started to carry her things inside.

"Hey, wait! Then how did he find out?" he ran after her.

"I'm surprised you're so upset about it," she giggled. "But I believe he heard Sasuke say something to me in passing. It wasn't too telling," she lied, "but he is a smart boy."

He eyed her critically because he could tell she was trying to cover for Sasuke a little after exposing his indiscretion. "Fine. I don't suppose there's anything I can do about it at this point anyway. Thanks for letting me know," he sighed.

"Thank you for being so understanding," she beamed up at him before giving him a sweet little kiss on his lips through his mask.

He let her relief wash over him with that tiny affection. Then, he gathered his things and left. As he walked home, he told himself to try to avoid her on the days when it seemed she had held onto some of Gaara's rougher influences.