Part 5/4 because I just couldn't help myself...

It had been a rather long week for Calixta. In addition to her normal duties, Kakashi had her start a new training regime with Sakura in the hopes of further developing her natural healing capabilities And if that wasn't bad enough, apparently Sasuke was having a rough couple of days as well because every time he had come to see her, he had been especially taxing on her, both emotionally and physically. All this had her taking a longer walk than usual through the forest, in an attempt to center herself. It had taken her sensei quite a while to realize that her casual treks through the forest were almost like hitting a reset button for her casual empathy, because at times, the day to day emotions of those around her were a bit much. Actually, it had been his idea that she take the afternoon off to find comfort among the trees and animals that resided along the edge of the village. He even offered to tend to Satu for her while she was gone, because even though her animal companion brought her much comfort while she was in town, her domestic pet seemed to distract from the wild surroundings.

However, her sensei and close friends weren't the only ones to notice that she seemed to be starting weary of having to manage herself in the presence of others. As she casually walked through the trees, her thoughts all but leaving her as she immersed herself in the soothing feeling of creatures who did not have the kinds of worries as humans, she started to feel the presence of another sentient being. This in itself wasn't unusual. She was by no means the only person in the village who sought out time in the forest for personal reasons, but this time it felt different. It felt like this person was interested in her.

Calixta paused for a moment. The only person who ever approached her in the woods was Kiba when he happened to be there himself. She appreciated that he didn't go out of his way to follow her on her walks of solitude but did occasionally happen upon her there. Even then, she thought that encounters with him seemed more natural there than anywhere else. However, only a brief impression of the presence told her that this was not the animalistic young man with wild hair and eyes that she had grown so fond of.

In fact, even after several minutes of walking and continuing to reach out with her empathy, she still couldn't determine who it was. She could, however, tell that while they were, in fact, interested in her, they didn't seem to have any malicious intentions. When she realized this, she stopped again to look around. It felt like she was being watched, but she couldn't see anyone no matter how hard she looked. For a moment, she thought that maybe Neji had followed her into the forest, as he would easily be able to observe her from a great distance, leaving no chance of her being able to catch sight of him in return. She sighed, both in relief and frustration, when she determined he was not the mystery presence. A few frustrating seconds later, she considered calling out to them, but she could sense that they wouldn't answer.

Then, all of a sudden, she got the overwhelming urge to run. It was unsettling, but her legs obeyed even before her mind had a chance to process the compulsion. When she did finally realize that whoever had been observing her was the one causing the sudden drive, she felt a little more at ease. She knew that was strange, that others would be more disturbed by the notion that someone else could compel such an action. But for her, the internal compulsion to flee was usually caused by danger.

It didn't take long for her to realize that whoever was causing this action was doing it to mess with her. Perhaps it was Kakashi. This wouldn't have been the first time he used his emotional distance from her to test her, so it wouldn't be terribly surprising if it was him. Though, she would have been more than a little annoyed that he suggested she take this time to relax only to ambush her in such a way. But alas, the undercurrent of amusement that she felt from the mystery person eliminated him because while Kakashi did occasionally find her behavior amusing, he wouldn't test her like that simply for his amusement.

That made her think that maybe Sasuke had seen fit to use her to entertain himself, to distract himself from his recent frustrations. She would have been rather proud of him if that was the case, because it had been quite some time since he had been able to keep his presence a secret from her, but that was not the case. She gave another small grumble of frustration when yet another one of her guesses was eliminated.

This went on for the better part of an hour before she finally began to tire. "Please," she panted. "Please, at least give a moment to rest," she pleased breathlessly.

The compulsion didn't relent until she was near the stream, where she stumbled to a stop and fell to her knees before the cool running water. She gave a silent thanks that whoever was toying with her was at least considerate enough to not only let her stop before total exhaustion but lead her to a place where she could refresh herself a little. While she got a drink and caught her breath, she felt the presence withdraw, making it that much easier for her to gather her bearings. She laughed a little when she realized that more than anything, she was frustrated by her inability to determine who was messing with her. After a few minutes, her thirst was quenched and her breath even, so she stood and looked around again, though by this point she didn't really expect to find anything.

Then, just as she was about to turn and walk back to the village, if only to see if whoever was compelling her movement would continue, she found she couldn't move. That feeling of immobility was what finally caused her to panic. Her heart raced even faster when she finally felt the enigmatic presence behind her. She struggled for a moment to turn and see who it was, but continued to find herself incapable of movement, which was much more distressing than what she had been experienced before.

When she realized that she would not be able to physically break free and that her obvious struggle to do so was further delighting her captor, she took a deep breath to steady herself and tried to relax.

"That's it?" the presence finally spoke.

She couldn't help smiling with both relief and amusement when she recognized the voice. "Shikamaru," she sighed. "I should have known."

"You really didn't know it was me?" he questioned seriously.

She giggled a little, wishing she could see his face, as his victorious smile would have been worth all that trouble. "You are very good at hiding yourself," she complimented. "And we are not close enough for me to have figured it out without a little help."

He snickered and made her turn around to face him, rewarding her with the sight of the smile that she had be craving to see. "You went through an awful lot of trouble to catch me like this," she pointed out when she saw him standing on her shadow.

The dark-haired young man with the spiky ponytail smirked. "Not at all. You did all the work for me."

Her matching smile turned to confusion a moment later when she realized that he was not approaching her as she expected. "I trust I was sufficiently entertaining?" She cocked an incredulous eyebrow as she watched him, one foot firmly planted on the head of her shadow, as he leisurely leaned back against a large pine tree.

He didn't reply to that, at least not verbally. Instead, he raised his hand, forcing her to do the same. He reveled her gasp as he brought her hand up to the collar of her shirt, hooking her fingers on the hem of the fabric and slowly started to pull outward.

"Y-You don't have to do this. With only minimal coaxing, I'm sure you could get me to strip for you," she bargained.

He didn't answer her, this time because he was too distracted by thinking about how convenient her manner of dress was for him. She always dressed simply, and this was no different, but this was the first time he had ever really appreciated it. He stared lecherously at the long, sleeveless dress she wore, the way it crossed over her middle and tied at the right side of her generous hips.

Once he had her pull away enough of her dress to see the top of her breasts, he stopped. "Do you always go without a bra?" he asked.

She blushed deeply at the direct question. "My breasts change size throughout the day. It is generally more comfortable to go without," she admitted.

He liked that answer and had her finish pulling the top of her dress away from her breasts and took a moment to marvel at how quickly her nipples hardened in the cool forest air. "So...you're not going to fight me?" he curiously inquired.

"I don't really see the point," she practically snapped, if for no other reason than that he was questioning her actions. She understood that a struggle of some sort on her part was probably expected, but she also understood his method. He liked things easy and he had obviously put some consideration into what the easiest way to approach her would be.

He shrugged. He didn't really think she was one to put up a token struggle, but Sasuke had indicated when he spoke of her, that she at least had half a chance of thwarting him if she put her mind to it. Then again, Sasuke, for all his experience, wasn't always right about everything. So, sensing her irritation, he moved her hand to one of her exposed breasts and had her start to fondle herself.

When her fingers finally started to tease her nipple, she gave a rather pathetic little whine. "Nnngh, it seems you cannot control all of my movements," she mischievously pointed out.

He didn't like anyone pointing out the flaws in his techniques, but decided to humor her. "Oh?" he feigned disinterest.

"Unless you aren't attempting to control my involuntary movements," she retracted.

With that in mind he pushed off the tree he was leaning against. Making sure to keep at least on foot on her shadow at all times, he moved closer to her, much to her delight. As he approached, he was able to see what she was referring to. "Why are you trembling?" he asked, using his curiosity to cover his slight concern.

She wanted to shake her head 'no', but since she was unable, she simply gave him a challenging look.

Now he really wanted to know what was causing her to shake like that, so he reached for her unoccupied hand.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" she continued to challenge.

"I don't see why not," he retorted and used his control to make her raise her left hand so that it was nearly touching his right.

"I'm surprised no one warned you not to touch my hands," she haughtily replied.

"Oh, I know about that," he dismissed and finished the action of setting her open hand down on his waiting palm.

She made a quiet little squeak when they finally touched. Her reaction would have been greater if he had seen fit to afford her any more physical contact than that, but he was wiser than that. Regardless, she did not feel the need to hide her emotions from him. He was so curious and daring that it was difficult not to give into him.

"You're excited," he informed evenly and let his hand fall away, not surprised that it lingered near hers for a moment as though magnetically attracted to her. "So, does that mean I don't have to worry about you calling for your boyfriend or using his strength against me?" he practically accused as he carefully stepped away from her again.

She whined again, this time at the loss of contact, before answering him. "I don't think that will be necessary...unless you really feel like pushing your luck. I'm sure you realize that the weaker I am, the more likely I am to do something like that, even involuntarily," she answered.

Shikamaru nodded in approval and moved her hands to untie the sash at her waist, allowing her dress to hang open. There was a long moment after that where he simply stared at her, as it was the first opportunity he felt he had to so brazenly gawk at her without being called out for it. He usually kept his eyes away from her because the embarrassment of getting caught staring and the inevitable teasing from his friends that would follow was more trouble than it was worth as far as he was concerned.

"You are too attractive," he finally stated after several long minutes of taking in every curve of her body.

His tone perplexed her. He didn't sound accusing or disgusted, as many others had when they said such things to her. "I can't help the way I look," she replied, only then realizing that she was rather short of breath because even though she wasn't moving, the anticipation was almost more than she could handle.

He shrugged again, knowing that she was right and appreciative that she saw fit to dress as conservatively as she did, not that it did her much good at the moment. He looked her over one more time to help him decide what his next move should be. "You're being very patient with me," he noted when he started to be able to see the wet spot in her panties.

Even if she had a retort for that, it would have been cut off by the slight gasp she gave as he nearly closed the distance between them again. She was still trembling lightly, but it was more erratic now, and she gave a high pitched squeal when he tapped the damp crotch of her panties with the pads of his fingers. After that, she momentarily found her words again.

"You are an incredible tease," she half complemented, half complained.

"Only if my attempt is to withhold your satisfaction," he pointed out and then tapped her again. He loved the way her entire body reacted to the smallest touches. "Really, if such little contact excites you so much, it would be better if I held back. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you," he playfully taunted.

She almost told him that he was not capable of such a thing, but thought better of it. Even if he didn't have it in him to overwhelm her, she wasn't up for having him try. "I am only excited as you are," she replied as evenly as she could.

"You don't think I could," he smugly determined, "even without your boyfriend's help," he added.

She rolled her eyes in irritation. "It's not what you want," she stated.

"So you know what I want?" he continued to taunt as he lightly ran his fingers up and down her slit through her underwear.

"I know you don't want to break your game," she smirked. Now that he was at least providing minimal physical attention, her thoughts were starting to clear a bit. "Especially, since you couldn't repair me by yourself

He gave her a quizzical look and had her set her hand in his again. He could sense that she was becoming impatient with him and that at this point, she wanted nothing more than increased physical contact. He also sensed something else. "You are holding back your pleasure from me," he stated.

"And you are very perceptive," she smiled and felt his other hand starting to rub little circles over her clit.

Before he realized what he was doing, he nearly had their fingers laced together and he was pressing even harder between her legs. He was just about to close the distance between them by pressing their bodies together when he suddenly stopped and pulled away. "You want more touching," he informed when he was sure he could keep his voice even, which was difficult with the way she was looking at him now.

She almost looked like a trapped animal, and the was a fire in her eyes that told him that she could break free whenever she pleased, even if it would take significant effort. But more than anything, he could feel her chakra pressing in on him, coaxing and provoking him. He almost couldn't believe how strong the urge to pounce on her was. To help keep himself from doing just that, he took another step back. This time, it wasn't as much to put more distance between them, but so that he could watch as he moved her hands back to her own body, one to her breast, the other slipping beneath her panties.

When she saw the trickle of blood streaming from both his nostrils, she giggled, sending an intense shiver up his spine, back down, and into his groin. He was already partially erect, and rather proud of himself for not being more so considering the circumstance, but with that little push he felt himself hardening further. He would have been at least a little embarrassed by how much her tittering little laughter had on him if he didn't greatly appreciate the greedy, almost hungry look in her eyes and the way she bit her lip as she watched his member shift in his shorts.

That look made him want to take action once again. This time, as he drew closer to her, he pulled the tie from his hair, letting it fall down around his face. Without touching her any more than necessary, he carefully pulled some of her hair away from her face and secured it behind her head in a messy half ponytail. Then, he cupped her cheeks in his hands and initiated a slow seductive kiss. When she moaned into his mouth, he barely gave into the urge to deepen the kiss by tracing his tongue along her lips until they could properly kiss again.

As frustrating as it was for her to have him holding them both back so much, she loved his slow, determined advances, which was why she was taken completely by surprise when she felt something gently probing her backside. She gasped but was incapable of breaking his kiss or keeping from touching herself in the ways that he directed. She whined a little as she felt something she couldn't identify wiggle between her cheeks and tease her puckered entrance.

"Wh-?" she panted when he finally pulled away again.

He just snickered at her confusion, figuring that she was smart enough to figure it out on her own eventually. He rather liked that he could surprise her and wanted to take another short moment to visually survey her before making his next move. Her eyes were half-lidded but still firmly fixed on him as he increased the pressure from her hands, making her pinch and tease her nipples with one hand and finally penetrate herself with the other. Her shaking had finally stopped but was replaced with another, more interesting, involuntary motion, the slight gyration of her hips as he worked her toward orgasm.

When he felt that she was right on the precipice of release, he made her stop and quickly pulled her hands away from her body, even easing the pressure on her back entrance slightly. He awed at the way her breath came in short pants as she tried to help him hold back her pleasure, knowing that if she really wanted to, she could have pushed herself over the edge at that point even without touching herself.

She expected him to laugh, at least a little, at her struggle, regardless of what drove it, and was immensely pleased that he just smiled at her with admiration. What pleased her almost as much was that she sensed from him no desire for her to beg for her orgasm, though he did seem to greatly enjoy her whine of denial.

"Your other lovers don't tease you this much, do they?" he noted, giving her a short moment to recover a bit of her sense before finishing what he'd started.

Again, she wanted to shake her head 'no' but was incapable. "Only when they also desire teasing," was her answer, affirming what he'd overheard Tenten tell some of the other girls when she thought no one else was listening, that how others treated her reflected just as much about them as it did her.

Then, he stepped closer to her once again, though again not as closely as she would have liked, and took her right hand in his left. This time, when he pressed their palms together, he laced their fingers and returned control of her hand, allowing her to return his grip with equal force on her own. Even just that seemed to have her nearly cumming again.

"I don't know how much longer I can do this," she admitted breathlessly.

He gave an appreciative nod and used his right hand to undo the fly of his shorts, pulling them, along with his underwear down far enough to free his erection. After a few seconds to appreciate the hopefully expectant look downward she gave at the sight of his bare arousal, he took himself into his hand and started to massage. Though he keep his eyes locked on her face, on the corner of his vision, he could see her free hand twitching, even straining its shadowy bindings. Because it was so distracting for both of them, he brought her hand down to rest on his bare hip.

With that, she could feel he was ready to finish their encounter and after so long of having him withhold most of his chakra from her, she felt nearly intoxicated by the sudden rush that passed between them through her hands.

"You said you could cum just from the feeling of someone else's orgasm," he reminded.

"Uh-huh," she barely replied.

"I want that," he stated plainly.

"Uh-huh," she managed to agree. She could sense so much from him too suddenly for her to do much else. She could feel that he had been thinking about that for quite some time and the anticipation that caused. She felt how intense his arousal had become just from watching and toying with her and how grateful he was that she had been willing to play along for the sake of his enjoyment. But more than anything, she could feel that he was very close to the brink himself and could see him gritting his teeth to hold it at bay for as long as possible.

With their face now only inches apart, he could hear every little sound that passed her lips and as her cries of sympathetic pleasure increased in volume, it soon sounded as though she was screaming in his ear. When he glanced downward, he saw that she had finally soaked through her panties and was starting to drip down her shaking thighs. As he stroked himself closer and closer to his goal, he could feel her hands unconsciously tightening on him, her nails digging into the back of his hand and the side of his hip. It almost hurt, but that only made it that much easier to prolong their intense moment.

When he finally came with a barely stifled groan, he watched in awe as her entire body shook, her empathetically impassioned sounds ringing in his ears. It was almost too much for him, especially when he realized that she was making it last for as long as she possibly could, milking every last bit of pleasure from him to satisfy herself before he felt her grip loosen and her vocal appreciations tapered off into pants as she fought to catch her breath.

As a small thanks, he leaned upward and gave her a sweet little kiss on the forehead before sidestepping off her shadow, finally relinquishing control. Though when he did, she stumbled and started to fall. He barely caught her before she hit the ground. He was startled and more than a little worried until he realized that it was relief and exhaustion that had caused her to fall. He cradled her head and curiously watched her eyes roll this way and that as she tried to gather her bearings and waited until she seemed to have regained at least some of her bearings before speaking.

"Thank you, Calixta-san. That was amazing," he told her earnestly, earning him a rather silly smile in response.

"My legs feel like jelly," she laughed a little. "It's a good think you were holding me up the way you were, or I would have fallen down much sooner."

He nodded and helped her put her dress back into place. When he deemed them presentable enough to return to civilization, he scooped her up and carried her home. The little fluttering he felt in his chest as she snuggled up against him and slowly drifted to sleep in his arms made him take his time in getting her back to where she belonged.

That feeling lasted until he started up her walkway, until he saw that there was someone there and that they were obviously waiting for her. He tensed a little, which caused her to stir in her sleep, when he realized it was her sensei. A sudden flash of guilty panic rushed through him, nearly waking her, as he tried to approach her front door unflinchingly.

"Ah, Shikamaru-kun," Kakashi quietly greeted once he was close enough to do so.

"Kakashi-sensei," he nodded respectfully.

Kakashi gave his most unusual student a surveying look and seeing that she appeared not only unharmed but rather peaceful, he looked back to the young man holding her. "Follow me," he ordered and led them inside where he helped Shikamaru tuck Calixta into her bed. Then he led the young man back outside, carefully closing the door behind them. "Did you have fun?" he playfully accused.

"Kakashi-sensei...I-" he began but just ended up stammered rather pathetically.

"I should be very annoyed with you right now. I don't know if she told you this, but I suggested she take a walk in the woods to get away from people for a while," he informed.

"She never said-" was as far as he got before he was cut off again.

"But with as peacefully as she's sleeping, I'll let this go," the masked man added but when Shikamaru breathed a sigh of relief, he continued, "if you tell me what happened."

The young ninja felt his racing heart leap into his throat and failed in his attempt to swallow it back down again. "I-I-" he started stammering again.

Kakashi secretly smirked. "Don't panic now. I bet she's still pretty tied to your chakra. If you wake her, I really will be annoyed," he warned.

It took a few seconds for the young man to get a better hold on himself and just as he was about to start talking, her sensei started laughing, which stole his words again.

"How many of her other partners do you think tell me about what happens between them and her?" he asked before the young man he was harassing could attempt to start his story again.

"I-I don't know," he finally managed to reply.

"None," Kakashi answered resolutely. "If I really want to know, I will ask her," he seriously informed. Once again satisfied by the look of mild panic on the young ninja's face, he chuckled. "Go home," he dismissed, and Shikamaru was off like a shot.