Sakura's Little Black Book

A/N: Ok, I have decided to do a Sakura version of my It's good to be Kagome series. I hope that you guys enjoy it and many pairings will be arriving as soon as I can get them together.

I can't write smut without a plot. I never have. So, you'll just have to bear with my mini-fics.

*The reason the One-shot warning is up is because none of these(or at least I don't plan them to be) are going to be continuations. They are simply one shots designed to satisfy my hentai nature.*

And now, I give you the first page in Sakura's Little Black Book.
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Something To Talk About

She never expected it. In her entire life, never would she have thought that she would end up in the bed of this particular shinobi. But, after what she had been put through the last couple of days, it had been nice to talk to someone who wasn't going to make her feel like a foolish child when she fumed about how badly she was hurting.

Instead, he simply let her talk, and once she had gotten it all off her chest, the only thing she could do, and did do, was cry.

Now, as she laid in his bed, her body covered only by the sheet, and his muscled arm over her torso, she thought about the events that led up to the previous night.

“Sasuke! Naruto! Where in the hell are you guys?” She fumed and made her way deeper into the forest.

At first, she wondered if they had decided to go and train with Kakashi-sensei without her, but then shook her head. No, they wouldn't do that. They were a team.

However, when her ears picked up a soft noise over to her left, she quickly grabbed a kunai, and then quietly made her way towards the sound.

Parting some bushes, her eyes widened as she took in the scene of not only Sasuke and Naruto, but also Kakashi, lying naked together and tangled in a sweaty, lust-filled embrace.

Gasping, she didn't realize that her presence alerted the three men, and suddenly, all eyes were on her. Kakashi quickly untangled himself, and grabbed his pants. Sliding them on quickly, he kept his eyes on her, especially since she was holding a kunai in her hand, and when dressed, he slowly began to walk towards her.

“Sakura.” He said, his tone soothing. “Sakura, we need to have a talk.”

When Sasuke and Naruto stood up to dress, her eyes quickly averted to the ground, and she felt a hot blush spread across her cheeks. Finally, Kakashi's words found their way into her frazzled brain and she quietly asked, “Talk?”

Glancing over his shoulder at the two young men, he could see the sympathy and shame in Naruto's eyes, and in Sasuke's eyes, well, they were as blank as ever, though he didn't wear his usual scowl. The two younger men silently approached, but froze when she jerked backwards, as if she were about to run from them.

Kakashi shook his head and then sighed. This was not the way they had wanted to tell their female teammate about their unusual relationship. Hell, it had taken him a long time to even admit that there was a relationship. But, right now, his first priority was to his student and to calm her down.

Holding out his hand to her, he softly said, “Let's sit down and talk. We need you to know the truth about us.”

When she didn't take the offered hand, Kakashi slowly made his way to her, and gently took her upper arm in his hand. Leading her over to where the two young men were sitting, he helped her down to the ground and watched as Naruto moved to sit beside her.

For several moments, none of them spoke. Then, Naruto quietly said, “I'm sorry that you had to find out about us like this, Sakura-chan. I never wanted to hurt you, or mislead you.”

Her eyes turned down to her hands. “I see.” She said, her tone soft. At the moment, she thought that she was doing very well in the conversation, considering all that she had just been a witness to.

Taking in a deep breath, Kakashi quietly said, “We have been in a romantic relationship for sometime, and are not willing to stop, not even for you. We care about you, very much, and want you to be happy, but not at the cost of our happiness.”

Her body and mind numb, she asked, “Who else knows?”

All three men glanced at each other, but it was Sasuke who calmly said, “Everyone.”

“Everyone?” She repeated. “Everyone knows, and yet, none of you thought enough about me to pull me aside and tell me what was going on?”

“We did think of you!” Naruto exclaimed, “We just didn't want anyone telling you until we were ready. We didn't want anyone putting things in your head about how we were going behind your back, especially since we all know how you feel about Sasuke.”

Sasuke's back went ramrod straight, and his dark eyes narrowed on the pink-haired girl, yet she didn't look up at him. Instead, she continued to stare at her hands.

“Is that all, or do you have any other surprises to tell me about?” She asked, her voice void of emotion.

Kakashi winced. She was withdrawing into herself, and he didn't know how to help her. Sasuke, however, didn't seem to have that problem.

“We are moving in together. We will be moving into the Uchiha compound this weekend. We'll be having an open house, but will understand if you are not there to congratulate us.” He said, narrowing his eyes at the female before him.

“Sasuke!” Naruto bellowed. “She doesn't need to hear this shit from you, not now.”

“She needs to grow up, Naruto.” Sasuke returned. “She needs to respect the fact that I've told her over and over again that I didn't want her, and have found love in someone else's arms. If she can't deal with that fact, then I don't need her in my life.”

Naruto and Kakashi were silent, but she finally had heard enough. Inner Sakura was ready to speak her mind.

Standing up, she turned and quickly got into Sasuke's face, her nose just mere inches from his.

“Let me tell you something, you little asshole.” She hissed. “The last time I chased after you was over a year ago, and once Ino and I became friends again, we both decided to give up on you so that we didn't hurt our friendship any further. I don't care if you are in love with Naruto, Kakashi, or even that pervert, Genma. Hell, you could be sucking Orochimaru's dick and I wouldn't have given a shit, as long as you were happy, but the fact that you decided to deceive me, and lie to my face tells me that you never considered me a friend at all. Any of you.”

Turning on her heel, she walked away and ignored Naruto's anguished cries for her to come back. Instead, she began walking and didn't stop until she found herself on the other end of the village.

Just as she was about to turn and head home, a loud clap of thunder was heard and suddenly, the skies opened up and rain began to pour.

Her body completely drenched, she looked up at the heavens and yelled, “Did I step on a sacred bug, and am now being punished for it?”

Suddenly, she was underneath an umbrella and heard deep laughter. “I think that you could use a drink, and a friendly ear.” The voice said and then she felt her arm being grasped and was led over to a bar.

They sat in uncomfortable, well for her, at least, silence for several minutes, but then he asked, “So, what brings you out to this side of town?”

Shrugging, she waited for the waitress to set her glass down in front of them before asking, “Did you know that Naruto, Sasuke, and Kakashi-sensei were screwing each other?”

An eyebrow lifted and the man slowly nodded. “Well, it's about damn time that they told you. I warned them that keeping a secret like that would destroy their team dynamics.” He replied.

She groaned and allowed her head to hit the table. “Geez, why is it that I'm the last to know everything. I feel like such an ass.” She muttered.

A warm hand found its way to her back and began to pat it awkwardly. Lifting her head quickly, she quirked her eyebrow in silent warning, telling him that his hand had better not go any further, or else.

An amused chuckle escaped his lips, and he motioned for her to finish her drink. When they were done, he motioned to the door. “Come on. I'll walk you home. After all, I can't let Konoha's favorite cherry blossom drown, now can I?” He teased. “Besides, Tsunade wouldn't forgive me if something happened to you, especially after what you found out today.”

She allowed a small smile to cross her lips, but they both knew that it was only for show. Inside, she could hear inner Sakura crying over being made such a fool.

However, when they stepped outside, the rain had only gotten worse, and he cleared his throat. “Now, before you beat me senseless, just hear what I have to say, alright?” He asked.

When she glanced up at him, he nervously said, “The rain is too heavy to walk in, and my apartment is right around the corner. We'll go there, until it lets up and then I'll walk you home. Besides, you need to get out of those wet clothes.”

She felt her fist curl up, but then sighed in defeat. He was right, and besides, if he tried anything funny, she'd give him a beating Tsunade-sensai would be proud of.

Nodding her assent, they quickly ran to his apartment building and when they got to his door, yanked off their shoes. He unlocked the door and pointed over to the bathroom.

“You can take a shower in there. Towels are underneath the sink, and if you will give me a minute, I'll get you something to wear.” He murmured, and quickly disappeared into his bedroom.

A moment later, he came out and handed her a sleeping yukata. When she glanced up at him, he shrugged and said, “It's the best I can do.”

Mumbling her thanks, she turned towards the bathroom and soon found herself underneath the hot water. Sighing in relief, she allowed the chill from the rain to be swept away, though her troubles were not so easily removed.

Tears began to form in her eyes, and she angrily wiped them away. No! She would not cry for them. Not at all. Never again.

Shutting off the water, she quickly exited the shower, and dried herself off. She groaned when she realized that her panties were also soaked, so that would mean that she would only be wearing the yukata, and nothing else.

Sighing, she put the garment on, and froze. The softness of the material caressed her skin, and felt heavenly. When she opened the door, she quietly walked out and into the living room, only to find her gracious host sitting on his couch, in a pair of hakamas, and no shirt.

Talk about drool-worthy material. Of course, she knew he'd be in great shape. With the exception of Choji and his father, hefty shinobi were never seen.

But, this man was in a class of his own. Sure, he was older than her, but Kakashi-sensei was older than Naruto and Sasuke, and who gave a shit if she ogled him. Secretly, of course. She didn't want to give his over-inflated ego anymore stroking.

Sitting on the opposite end of the couch, she noticed that soft music was playing and that he was scribbling something down on a pad of paper. When he was finished writing, he looked up and gave her a large grin.

“Well, if you will hand me your clothes, I'll go and put them in the dryer with mine, and they should be done within an hour.” He said, motioning for her to hand over her clothing.

She nodded and handed him over her clothing. As she watched him walk away, the stray thought that once out of sight, he'd sort through her clothing and rub his face over her panties hit her and she wanted nothing more than to jump up and rush after him, pretending that she wanted to give him a hand, of course.

But, she wasn't going to be rude. Besides, she was emotionally and mentally worn out from all that she had seen.

When he returned, he sat down, closer to her, and quietly said, “The radio said that the rain isn't going to let up. So, you might have to stay here, tonight.”

When she began to protest, he held up his hand and calmly said, “Don't worry, Sakura. I'll take the couch, and you'll take the bed.”

Biting her lip as she turned her green eyes to the window, she saw that his words held merit and then nodded.

For a host, he was rather gracious. Once she agreed to stay, he jumped up and rushed into his kitchen to make something to eat. He rejected her offer to help him cook and soon, both had a plate before them containing rice and chicken, which turned out to be very good.

When they were done, he did accept her offer to help him with dishes, and together, they cleaned the kitchen.

Once they were back on the couch, his face turned serious and he said, “It was bound to happen, you know.”

When she gave him a questioning glance, he sighed and explained. “A sensei's relationship with his or her students doesn't always end once the training is over. Sometimes, it is taken further and emotions grow. Kakashi simply couldn't let his feelings for either Naruto or Sasuke go, and so, he acted upon them. But, I will tell you that they have a very loving, open relationship, and even though you are hurt, you cannot attempt to destroy that.”

She stood up and sighed angrily. “Why does everyone seem to think that I'm going to break just because my first love moved on? I'm not a weakling, nor am I emotionally unstable to where I'll fall apart just because I'm left behind. Again.” She seethed.

Lifting his eyebrow, he sat back and silently followed her movements. Despite the seriousness of the conversation, he just didn't have the strength withing him to tell her to tighten the belt on the yukata because she was inadvertently giving him a peep show. He was male, after all.

“They always left me behind, whether it be on the training ground, battlefield, or in public. I could and would have accepted it if they had just pulled me aside and said that they wanted to be with one another, but instead, they sneak around behind my back, and inform the entire village about them, but I had to find out by accidentally coming across them in the woods.” She said, her shoulders ridged with emotion.

“And, do you know what makes me the angriest of all?” She asked, swinging around to look at him. Thankfully, he managed to get his eyes up to hers before she realized where they had fallen. He was never washing that yukata again.

Taking his silence as her cue to continue, she said, “Sasuke has it in his thick head that I still want him, even after that crap with Orochimaru, and then coming back with that stick up his ass that grew into a log. He told me that if I couldn't accept their relationship, then he didn't want me around. I can accept their relationship, but I can't accept being deceived. They lied, and didn't care until they were caught.”

Now she had his full attention. So, this was what was really bothering her. She hated the fact that she was deceived, thus making her look like a fool and stripping her of her pride in front of the village.

“I really am happy for them, even Sasuke, if they found love with each other. Everyone deserves to be loved. But, no one deserves to be stepped on in pursuit of that love, right?” She asked, and turned tear-filled eyes to him.

If it was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a woman's tears. Standing up, he slowly walked to her, and allowed his large hand to gently cup her chin. Tilting her head up, he looked into her eyes and said, “You are right, Sakura. You didn't deserve to be lied to, nor did you deserve to be spoken in such a way once you found out. I can understand that it is a huge shock to you, but perhaps it would be wise to take some time to sort things out before you spoke to them again.”

Tears began to stream down her face as his words sank in. Not speak to them? They were like her family. Naruto, the annoying little brother who just wouldn't shut up. Sasuke, the older, moody brother who needed to have his ass whipped. And, Kakashi-sensei, the father who always looked out for them. To not speak to them was like ripping her heart out of her chest and stomping on it.

Seeing the pain on her face, he gently brought her against his chest and let her cry. For once, she let him. Sure, he was a pervert, but so were most of the shinobi in the village. Hell, most of the females put their male counterparts to shame.

He was having a seriously hard time. Her soft body was pressing up against his in a way that made his hakama uncomfortable due to the very noticeable growth. Pulling away quickly, he mentally scolded himself on taking advantage of a sweet, some-what violent, woman.

Taking in a deep, calming breath, he said, “Sakura, it's late. I think that we should go to bed.”

Sakura's eye twitched, and he hurriedly said, “I meant you go to the bed and I go to the couch, of course.”

Biting her lip and quietly moving away from him, she couldn't help but feel somewhat displeased about having the warmth of his body ripped away from her.

However, once she was in the bedroom, she noticed that his bed was quite large and giggled. Not only was it large, but it looked comfortable, and she couldn't wait to try it out.

~!~

It had been late when the door creaked open. Jerking to a sitting position, the sheet clutched to her chest, she saw him standing in the doorway, his eyes locked onto hers. At first, she thought it was just a dream, but the loud clap of thunder made her gasp, and turn to look out the window.

“You know, you should have told me that you didn't like thunderstorms. I could have used a jutsu that blocks sound.” He scolded, his tone light.

She took in a deep breath, and said, “I'm sorry. I didn't even realize that I was making noises. Naruto and Sasuke told me that I did, but I thought that they were just saying that to get a rise out of me.”

Chuckling, he moved towards the bed, and looked down at her. “I guess the yukata was too big for you, wasn't it?” He asked, his eyes traveling down to where the tops of her breasts barely peeked out from underneath the sheet.

Blushing, she giggled slightly and said, “Actually, the yukata was fine. I just don't like to sleep in clothing.”

He smiled down at her and shook his head. 'Ok, make that a yukata and a set of bed sheets that I will never wash again.' He thought.

The thunder crackled louder, and without thinking, she turned her body towards him, as if he could protect her from the raging storm.

He knew it was wrong. Kami, he knew that he was going to burn for what he was about to do, but he just couldn't walk away. Not this time, and besides, he's been such a good boy lately and that had to count for something, right?

Her eyes turned up towards him as he gently placed his hands on her shoulders. Gently, he pushed her back, and proceeded to climb into the bed with her. Once he was settled, he grinned at her shocked expression and calmly said, “Well, better to protect you here, than out in the living room.”

Her expression turned from shocked to slightly amused. She knew he had wit, and a way with words, but never did she think that he was a charmer. And so, her guard down, she felt his arm slide underneath her head and pull her towards him, not stopping until her head was on his chest.

As they laid there, the storm continued its assault, and his hands kept running up and down her back, gently. Now, she was totally relaxed and had flung her arm over his midsection, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

Never before had he thought that he would ever be in a position like this one. In fact, most of his women were older, more experienced. But, just holding this woman made him feel needed, and he realized with some shock, that it was something that he had missed feeling. He liked being needed.

She was feeling so good. It was nice to be with someone who didn't see her as a weakling. He knew that she trained with Tsunade-sensei and had a deep respect for the strength that both women possessed. But, there were times when all she wanted to do was curl up in someone's arms and let them be the strong one, and now, she was getting exactly what she wanted, even though it was from the last person she ever expected.

Feeling him shift a bit, she tilted her head and looked up, only to find that he was looking down at her. Smiling softly at him, she watched as the smile faded from his lips and his head moved closer to hers.

When his lips touched hers, her eyes closed. For once, she didn't feel the need for violence nor did she feel like scolding him for such liberties. Instead, she simply relaxed and enjoyed what his lips had to offer.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined such pleasure, and he was a master when it came to imagining things. When her lips parted, he completely lost all track of what was right and wrong and allowed his tongue to slip between her lips to caress hers.

Kissing him was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Sure, she had been kissed, but nothing like this. There was a huge difference between a man and a boy when it came to kissing. Boys rushed, but men, like the one above her, took their time and indulged themselves in a bit of play before just rushing ahead to other things. To say she was over her head would be an understatement.

He was a cautious man, never rushing whether it be in combat or sex, so he remained unhurried as his large hand moved slowly over her shoulder and down to cup her breast. At first, she stiffened, but when he began to gently massage the breast that he held, she felt her body beginning to tingle and moaned softly as be broke off the kiss to move onto her neck.

He could admit it, he was in over his head. He couldn't get enough of her scent, and her taste. The woman smelled of strawberries and vanilla. It was all he could do not to devour her on the spot. Gently, he rolled her onto her back and allowed his lips to move downward, and didn't stop until his lips met her nipple.

Sakura's eyes flew open as his mouth enveloped her right breast while his hand kneaded her left. He was careful and would switch between suckling her breast to allowing his tongue to circle the nipple, causing her to moan as her body began to heat.

He moved his body so that he were slightly over her, and quickly switched breasts. However, when her hands came to his chest, and her nails began to gently run over his own nipples, he broke away from her breast to groan. This feeling, this warmth, was what he had been missing for a long time. Those three fools she worked with didn't know what they had lost, but he wasn't going to be as foolish as to pass her by.

His mouth quickly returned to its previous task and she felt his large hand slowly moving down her body and rest upon her soft nether curls. His fingers lightly stroked the soft hair, and then, one digit found its way past the hair and between her lips, only to find that she was wet.

Lifting his head, he smiled down at her, and moved to kiss her, this time, he poured all of his desire for her into it, and secretly rejoiced in the knowledge that she, too, felt attracted to him, as he felt towards her.

His finger was gentle as he learned her, moving over every nook and cranny, until it decided that it wanted to explore her depths. When he entered her, Sakura's head fell back, and she cried out softly, her voice deep with longing.

What in the hell had she been thinking? All this time, she could have been experiencing this kind of pleasure, but instead she had kept it to herself, believing that one day, someone special, not Sasuke, would come and relieve her of it. What a fucking waste.


As he began a series of slow pumps within her, he moved his body slowly down hers, until his head was between her legs, giving him a view of her most precious secrets. He wasn't stupid. He knew that she was a virgin, and though he felt badly about using her for his own needs, he wanted this to be so good for her so that she could enjoy it as well. Besides, who better than him to help her out by taking her virginity? It was better that a man do it rather than a boy, who might end up hurting her. At least, he knew what he was doing.

Conscience satisfied, he allowed his tongue to slip out and take the first taste of what she had to offer. The sweetness of her honey made him want to moan as he suckled her clit into his mouth.

Sakura cried out and thrashed on the bed, only to have his strong hands hold her down. Her thighs attempted to close around his head, but he maneuvered his shoulders so that they held her thighs apart. Her cries only got louder when he added another finger to the one inside of her, and he allowed them to pick up speed, quickly bringing her to climax.

“Oh, gods!” Sakura cried out, as a white light filled her vision, and her body strangled the two fingers that were deep within her. “Please, it's too much!”

“Shhhhh, it's alright. Just relax, and trust me.” He said, soothing her. When her body stopped clenching his fingers, he pulled them out, only to replace them with his tongue.

Sakura's body shivered, and she cried. The sensations were of relief, joy, pleasure, and shock. As she moaned and whispered incoherent words, he forced his tongue deep within her, only to draw out and repeat the process. Soon, she screamed his name, and he felt the muscles clench down, causing him to smirk. Oh, yeah. He was too good.

Finally, he moved up her body, his own body between her thighs. Her eyes widened when she felt his cock against her thigh, and looked down in shock.

Sakura couldn't figure it out. When in the hell did he take off his hakama? And, just how in the hell did he expect to fit that monster within her?

He saw the fear beginning to cloud her eyes, and swiftly brought his lips to hers, quickly quieting her and calming her for what was about to come. When he felt that she had relaxed enough, he snapped his hips forward, stealing her virginity while she was occupied.

Sakura's pained cry hit his ears, and he stopped all movement in order to allow her to catch her breath. When she peeked up at him through lashes that were wet with tears, he brought his mouth down to her ear and softly asked, “Are you alright, Sakura?”

When she nodded, he lifted his head and stared into her eyes. His hips began a series of slow thrusts, his eyes watching her carefully for any signs of discomfort or pain. When her pained gasps changed to pleasured moans, he picked up the pace and closed his eyes when he felt her legs wrap around his waist and her hips begin to meet his.

The only sounds within the room were moans, and the slapping of skin, drowning out the crashing thunder that raged outside. Soon, Sakura's cries joined in and when she came, her scream echoed throughout the room, triggering his own climax, sending him to join her in paradise.

When his vision cleared, he found himself half on the bed, and half on Sakura. He had, somehow, managed to disengage from her. His eyes moved over her beautiful face and he smiled. She had experienced her very first sexual experience, and because of it, was now in a deep, peaceful sleep.

Reaching down, he brought the sheets over them, and moved his body so that he was cradling her, protecting her from the storm that she feared. Yes, this was much better than anything he could have imagined.

And that was how she awoke. She found him curled up behind her, his soft breaths gently caressing her shoulders. When she moved, his eyes opened and he smiled at her. He didn't release her, but instead, moved her so that she were facing him, her head on his chest.

“I don't want you to think that you did anything wrong, last night. What we did, it was natural and beautiful, and if anyone has a problem with it, tell them to come and take it up with me.” He murmured, his large hand caressing her hair and back.

Nodding, she yawned and snuggled deep into his embrace. In her mind, she wondered what would happen next, but then decided that whatever happened, happened. As sleep moved to claim her once more, she smiled. It was nice to be wanted.

~!~

Naruto groaned and glanced around. The guilt at the pain he and his companions caused their female teammate was eating him up. He was so upset that he couldn't bring himself to enjoy the attentions that his lovers were trying to bestow upon him, and it was only after a promise to go and find Sakura in the morning to fix the problems, that he was able to sleep.

When morning came, the three men looked everywhere for her, but could not find her. When they went to her apartment, they were shocked to find that her bed was empty, and that her night clothes were not touched.

Now, they wandered through the city, even going so far as to ask Ino if she had seen Sakura, but were disappointed when the blond said that she had not. Now they were all worried.

All three of them knew that Sakura hated thunderstorms. In fact, whenever they were on a mission, and there was a storm, they would crowd around her, just to make her feel safe. While they didn't know what had happened to her to cause such a fear, they knew it had to be bad in order for her to be so scared of it.

Finally, they decided to ask for help. Since they were near his apartment, Naruto suggested that they go to his ero-sennin. If anyone could track a pretty girl, he could.

Knocking on the door, they waited impatiently, and when the door wasn't opened quick enough, Naruto began to bang on the door as loud as he could.

Finally, Jiraiya's voice thundered, “Knock it off, you asshole!” The older man threw opened the door and glared at the three men before him. “What in the hell do you want?”

Naruto walked past his sensei and watched as his lovers followed him. When the door closed, he turned around and said, “We need your help.”

“I see.” Jiraiya said, his face thoughtful. “And, what do you need help with?”

“Sakura is missing, and we thought that you would be able to help us find her.” Kakashi said, his one eye trained on the legendary shinobi.

Jiraiya smirked. “Why?” He demanded, his tone now taking on an angry tone. “So you three can continue to lie to her face and make a fool out of her?”

Sasuke stepped forward. “We didn't lie to her.” He snapped. “We were waiting on a time to tell her. We didn't mean to hurt her, nor did we want anyone else to tell her.”

“Oh, I see. You didn't lie to her, but you didn't bother to hide it from others in the village. Didn't it occur to you three fools that those people were laughing at her behind her back? Did you not think that she wouldn't feel the sting of gossip when people began to say that she was too stupid to see what was right in front of her face?” Jiraiya sneered. “Of course you didn't. That would mean that you'd actually be concerned for her feelings. All the three of you cared about was fucking each other.”

All three men snapped their mouths shut as the older man's words filtered through their minds. Finally, Naruto softly said, “I do love her. She is part of my family, and I never wanted her to hurt. I never thought that she would be targeted by people like that.”

Sasuke remained silent, and glared at the ground. He, too, had not thought about that. In fact, all he had been concerned about was the emotions he felt when he was with Naruto and Kakashi. He had not thought about the scorn Sakura would face at being the last to know.

Kakashi hung his head and sighed. He knew that he should have walked Sakura home, and tried to talk to her, but his mind had been on his lovers. He should have known that Sakura had been too calm during their talk.

As Jiraiya opened his mouth to speak, a feminine voice interrupted him. “What's going on?” Sakura asked, emerging from the bedroom.

She awoke to find Jiraiya gone, and loud voices coming from the living room. Curious, she slid out of bed and reached for the yukata that she discarded the night before. When she stepped out of the room, and called out, she noticed that it got very quiet.

Before she could walk down the hall, a blonde head poked around the corner, and winced as Naruto yelled, “Sakura! Why are you wearing ero-sennin's yukata?”

Before she could properly blush, two other heads joined Naruto's, and Jiraiya sighed. Moving over to where the girl stood, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another, he wrapped his arm around her waist and calmly said, “Well, since the two of you felt it necessary to keep secrets from Sakura, we decided that it was alright to keep one from you.”

Three pairs of eyes widened as Jiraiya said, “Sakura and I are lovers.” Together, they watched as the three men allowed their mouths to drop open. Finally, when the shock passed, Naruto pointed at them and said, “B-but your old enough to be her daddy. Damn it, you are giving new meaning to robbing the cradle, you dirty, old man.”

After several punches, Jiraiya held the door open and watched as Sasuke and Kakashi carried an unconscious Naruto out the door. As they passed by him, Sasuke looked up and calmly said, “The open house is tonight at eight o'clock. Arrive ready to eat. Both of you.”

Nodding, Jiraiya watched as the men walked down the stairs and then closed the door. He moved into the kitchen to find Sakura running cold water over her fist, and mumbling curses. When she turned off the water, he took a kitchen towel and gently patted her hand dry, then lifted her hand to his mouth to kiss her injuries.

“Why did you tell them that?” She asked, her green eyes staring up into his. The older man smiled and pulled her to him. When she was wrapped in his embrace, he said, “Let them think whatever they want. It will give them something to chew on for a while, and will make them think twice before shutting you out again. Besides, it was worth it to see those three speechless, at least for a couple of minutes.”

Giggling, Sakura allowed her arms to wrap around the man and sighed. She broke out into a grin when he said, “Tonight is going to be very interesting. We are going to cause a lot of people to talk, you know.”

Lifting her head, she gave the perverted man a smile, and moved away from him. With a seductive smile, she allowed her hands to untie the yukata, and allowed the material to fall from her body. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “I can think of more interesting things to do than to worry about what others will think. Besides, don't you have another Icha Icha Paradise to begin writing? I bet that I could give you some new ideas.”

When she disappeared into the room, he was quick to follow. She was correct. He did have a book to write and now, he had a pink-haired muse waiting to give him inspiration.

As he entered his room, he found Sakura spread-eagle on his bed, moaning as her hand worked between her legs. Yes, this was the kind of inspiration that he could get used to. Let the magic begin.