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In his court
A/N: As promised, here's the next chp! Hope it wasn't too long a wait;) And of course, thanks for all your great reviews, i love reading them...you guys rock!=) Hope you like the chp...As always, pls R&R...
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Chp 12: In his court
Sakura stared at the dark ceiling above her. Soon, the first rays of sunlight would intrude the dark stillness of the room. Somehow, she preferred the darkness. The sunlight heralded yet a new day and that meant she would again have to go through the motions of being a normal female ninja of Konoha. And she didn’t feel like it. At least, not today. She groaned. The dance was tonight and instead of going with the man she loved, she was going with the man she thought she had loved forever but didn’t. And his asking her made it almost official that he was interested in her, short of him actually professing that he was. She preferred it that way. At least she could still convince herself that his taking her to the dance was some sort of friendship gesture. And she could let herself indulge in thoughts of a possibility that she would end up with Kakashi and they would live happily ever after. She smiled wistfully. She couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. She had been unable to have more than a few fitful hours of sleep last night, and each of her accosting dreams had Kakashi as its star. Sakura sighed. She had nothing to lose. She was going to try and tell Kakashi how she felt yet again. She couldn’t give up without at least having tried. And undoubtedly, her mind would drive her crazy with what-ifs otherwise.
She would tell him calmly how she felt, that they were both adults and it wasn’t wrong for her to be feeling the way she felt. She would ask him if there was any possibility he would ever return her feelings. And, if it came to that, she would advise him of her true feelings for Sasuke; that he was just a friend. And then, she would leave him to think about what she had said, in all its enormity and resulting consequences. And the ball would be in his court. Yes, she would do it, Sakura thought determinedly. Her gaze roved over the ceiling. As soon as the sun rose, she would get up, take a long hot shower and get ready to march over to his place and tell him. Yes, she would. It would be better to tell him as early as possible. Sakura ignored the nervous rapid beating of her heart. She wasn’t nervous, of course not. She had to get this over with. ‘As soon as the sun rises, I’ll throw the ball off my court…’ Sakura burrowed into the warm sheets as she closed her eyes. She had a good half an hour at least before the sun would rise, she estimated, welcoming the thought of a reprieve with a small smile.
The smile faded as she felt the warmth of an unmistakable ray of sunlight caressing her cheek just as the room slowly brightened with more rays creeping over her bedroom floor. She swallowed a lump of dread as she remembered her carefully scheduled plans. Sakura groaned.
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Kakashi turned his face up towards the gushing torrents of deliciously hot water that ran over his face, seeped through his hair, cascaded down his back. He had given up on sleeping altogether. Last night had been a riot of dreams of Sakura riddled with his own incoherent beseeching for her to choose him over Sasuke, as far as he could remember. And that was when he was actually asleep! All in all, he probably had about two actual hours’ worth of recuperative sleep. And when sheer exhaustion demanded his body give in to the elusive sleep-induced oblivion he had reached for all night, the sun’s beckoning rays through his windows chased away any hope of that completely. Surprisingly, despite his lack of slumber, he felt his weariness slip away with the soothing jets of water that rushed over him. As if to atone for their cumbersome existence, all his aches and pains exchanged themselves with rejuvenated limbs pumping with renewed vigour. And at long last, he could almost claim that his exceedingly weary mind was free of their chaotic thoughts and whirling worries. Almost. He had analysed his feelings for Sakura the relatively sleepless night before and by dawn, he had painfully decided to completely let her go. And for his own sake, he would try to stay as far away from her as was possible without raising her suspicions.
Kakashi sighed wearily. It would be difficult but he had to try. It was too bad that they were on holiday at the moment because Kakashi was sorely tempted to go on a long looooong mission to help him get over her. Three weeks? A month maybe? Possibly two? Kakashi frowned. Well, as long as it took to forget her anyway. It could even take three months, he pondered. As soon as that notion clicked into his awareness, his lips curved in a wry smile. Who was he kidding? Considering the way he practically had to restrain himself from seeking her out and being with her every single second of the day, he would probably never return to Konoha.
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Sakura focused on the feeling of the sunshine resting on her back. It felt deliciously warm. She had to focus on that feeling. Warm was good. Warm. Good. Whatever she did, she could not allow herself to entertain any other thoughts about Kakashi, rational or irrational. At long last, all her efforts to prolong her shower, dressing and even her meager breakfast had arrived at their eventual end. Even crossing her modest apartment space to exit the front door had been dragged into a comical sport! Now, Sakura had finally mustered up enough courage to march over to the man’s house and she wanted to get it over with before she lost her nerve again and ended up regretting it later. Since her legs had a mind of their own anyway, insistent on zeroing in on him every single opportunity she was off guard, she let them rein free to finally accomplish their heretofore carefully resisted wish. That was undoubtedly the reason why they were practically skipping in happiness as they made their way to his house! ‘No, let’s not think about that. Sun on back. Warm. Good. Sun on back. Warm. Good.’
Sakura found herself repeating her nervous mantra until finally, her legs stopped moving and she found herself facing the heavy door that opened into his home. Amazing how well her body seemed to navigate itself to him, she thought wryly. Anytime, anyplace, rain or hellfire, she’d probably be able to get to his place in no time. The powers of love, she laughed to herself. ‘Now all I need to do is knock on the door…’ Her hands clutched the asymmetrical hem of the simple lavender georgette sundress she wore in accordance with the warm weather. It was now or never. Her breaths quickened as she raised a hand to the door. Knock knock knock! In her nervousness, the sound seemed to reverberate all around Konoha! A self-conscious laugh wrung itself from her throat. She was making too big a deal out of this! This was just going to be a calm confession of her feelings and they would discuss it as they saw fit, adult to adult. Sakura bit her lip as she waited with bated breath for the footsteps that would signal he was approaching the door. Seconds passed by, stretching into a full minute. And then three. She frowned. Maybe he wasn’t awake yet? Hesitantly, she knocked again. Still, there was silence. But she could have sworn she heard some movement?
Without being completely aware of what she was doing, her slim hand moved to the door handle and pushed the door open cautiously. Her eyes took in the surroundings. He kept a modest place, much like her own. The door opened into what appeared to be a living room which opened into a kitchen up ahead and a slightly ajar door on the right of her field of vision. She presumed it to be his bedroom. Somehow the thought made her pulse quicken even more and she felt heat suffuse her all over. She gave herself a mental shake. Really, she had no self-control. She had to focus on the reason she was here! She scanned the small space again with newly alert eyes. The apartment was quiet. She felt a slight pang of disappointment mixed with relief. He wasn’t here. ‘He should really keep his door locked!’ she thought, a bemused smile lighting up her expression. She supposed she had to leave. But she couldn’t stop her curiosity from taking over. She paced the length of the living room to the kitchen beyond. She peered through the open archway leading in to the kitchen. She almost laughed aloud at the small poster she spied on the refrigerator. “A ninja must always eat his vegetables,” she read, a small smile playing about the corners of her upturned lips. He was adorable!
Sakura turned towards the ajar door she had presumed to lead into his bedroom. She blushed hotly at the thought of invading his personal space but she couldn’t stop herself. She crept slowly into the quiet room, her wide eyes drinking in the subtle nuances depicting his life. She noticed two pictures on the low shelf on the wall. One was of their own Team 7 while the other must have been of his team when he was younger. She fingered the younger Kakashi in the frame, almost chuckling to herself. Even as a kid he had that troublesome mask on! She supposed even that didn’t provide her with the opportunity to see his mysterious face! She wondered if he was scarred. Or maybe, possibly, as hot as he had been in her dream. She blushed at the thought. She really should get herself together, she chided herself but she knew it was useless. She was thoroughly charmed by the man.
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Kakashi remained in the bathtub, his head upturned towards the now silent showerhead, droplets of water running over the hard planes of his body as they made their way towards the dissipating pool of cooling water at his feet. He had finished showering a while ago but he was loathe to leave the steamy bathroom and start his day. Yet another meaningless day. Especially with his new resolve to try and avoid Sakura. It was going to be difficult but he had to try. But before he could do anything, he had to get out of the bathroom and get dressed first, he thought wryly. He stepped out of the tub in a silent move, still wet from the shower and warm from the steam. Being in the bathroom for too long was threatening to start the ritual morning fantasy that he had tried valiantly to hold off this particular morning. Whatever he did, it would probably be in his best interests to NOT imagine Sakura wet and naked post shower, writhing in his arms, Kakashi thought ruefully.
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Sakura’s green eyes ran over the numerous volumes of Icha Icha Paradise that spanned the majority of his shelf. The man devoured the stuff! They were rated 18 and written by Jiraiya, Konoha’s acclaimed pervert, so she was sure their contents were…questionable. But, she thought as she stole a swift glance at the man leaning over them in the picture of Team 7, Kakashi hardly struck her as a pervert! She knew that he was forever holding a copy of the orange paperback and everything but he was just so cool and unflappable that she just couldn’t picture him entertaining any dirty fantasies or anything. A slim finger traversed its way down the well worn spine of one volume in the collection. ‘I wonder what it’s about…,’ she thought. She knew she should just forget about her curiosity and she probably wouldn’t even be interested in its contents anyway but still, she continued to finger the book slowly. Casually. She was almost nineteen, she mused. It wouldn’t be wrong to just check it out right? She tried to imagine what Jiraiya could possibly be interested in writing about. Spying on naked women? Sex maybe? Her eyes widened at the possibility, her skin feeling increasingly hot even under her light sundress. Would there be pictures!? Her eyes widened even more at the thought, her cheeks blushing furiously.
Her hand innocently slid the mysterious book out of its position on the shelf as slowly as she could. It was probably nothing the least bit scandalous, Sakura thought nonchalantly. Probably just a guide to women… Or the wonders of public bathhouses or something. She just wanted to know so she could understand the man she loved a little more. Yeah, that’s all it was, Sakura reasoned.
“Sakura?” a deep, masculine voice broke the silence. Sakura gasped, whirling around in shocked surprise, the glaringly orange book remaining removed from its fellow peers where she had left it. Sakura blushed hotly, thinking she couldn’t possibly be more embarrassed than she was now. Her tongue felt like it was tied in a zillion different knots as she tried to scramble some words out of her suddenly dry throat. Her heart started its familiar pounding. It seemed to be rejoicing loudly, ‘Kakashi! Kakashi!’, it was a wonder he couldn’t hear it. “Kakashi! I…No…I-I mean! I…I can explain!” Nope, she couldn’t possibly feel any more embarrassed than how she felt at this particular moment. And that was before she fully noticed his attire. Or perhaps the correct expression was his lack of attire. She swallowed, her eyes roaming over the hard muscles of his arms…his strong chest….his ripped abdomen…the tiny towel hanging precariously low, supported by defined hip bones. Sakura swallowed, her eyes unable to stop their mortifying fascination with his well muscled long, limber legs. Suddenly, images of them intertwined with hers as he moved over her in all naked writhing glory rushed into her head. Her eyes continued their wild journey over his gorgeous physique, slowly registering the fact that he was wet. Sakura swallowed.
The sound of their panting and groaning resounded in her ears as her torrid, dirty dream-turned-fantasy replayed itself over and over in her head, now liberally fused with the real-life vision of the gorgeously HOT man standing before her, clad in…nothing but a tiny towel she just wanted to rip off with her teeth! Sakura felt her skin practically pulsating with the heat of her – no question about it – desire as she took in the rivulets of water molding his body as they made their way achingly slowly over the rest of his form. They seemed to taunt her, as if knowing that her own fingers were itching to take over. And still, the droplets continued to run over his hard body. Didn’t they stop?! Sakura was starting to get delirious with her uncontrollable, awakening desire. Finally, she noticed that they were continually falling from his long, wet silver strands, which, as if in accord with their supply of water droplets, were taunting her burning need to brush off the soft locks away from his heavy-lidded eyes. ‘Bedroom eyes…,’ the thought came unbidden. They were in his bedroom, as a matter of fact! Suddenly, it seemed like they were in their own intimate little world. She wondered fleetingly if this was just another one of her fantasies. But if it was, he wouldn’t be teasing her like that, holding a face towel over the lower part of his face, wiping away the dampness. All she was offered were teasing glimpses of a soft chiselled cheek and a strong but graceful bridge of the nose. She wondered how his lips looked like as she ran her tongue over her own unconsciously. They had felt dry all of a sudden.
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Kakashi noticed the myriad of expressions representing Sakura’s obviously shocked reactions. He knew it had been a matter of seconds but the air felt so thick that each second seemed to stretch into an eternity. He had suddenly noticed his own state of undress and the way Sakura’s flimsy dress clung to her ripe curves as she blushed gorgeously, accenting the flowing pink locks glinting in the sunlight through his window. He had suddenly noticed that they were in his bedroom and that his own welcoming bed was very very near. He swallowed. ‘There goes the idea of forgetting her,’ he thought wryly. It was never going to work now as he fought with his desire to rip her dress of her and get her between his sheets. Naked. With him. And to hell with his towel! ‘No, you don’t want to go there,’ Kakashi thought. He didn’t think it would improve matters if he suddenly presented her with bold evidence of his desire for her. ‘Think about grass. Trees. Mud!’ It was truly a contest of his willpower. He had to think of something else! His eyes flew around his room. Bedspread. Bed… 'Nope! NOT going there…’ Chair. Lamp. Shelf. Pictures. Books. Then he noticed the lone Icha Icha volume separated from its previous confines surrounded by volumes of a similar nature. He fleetingly remembered Sakura’s hand guiltily jumping from the small paperback as if scorched. Amusement gladly exchanged itself with sexual fantasies as Kakashi contemplated the idea of Sakura about to read one of his favourite companions. It was almost arousing except he refused to entertain that avenue of thought right about then.
“Sakura…,” he called out to the stunned girl, knocking her out of her reverie. Sakura blinked at the man, welcoming his interruption. She didn’t think she could go through another appraisal of his body. His sexy body, she swallowed. “Wha-what?” she choked out. He still held that annoying towel against his face. She had never before been so irked by a scrap of cloth! Except maybe the one around his hips…Again, Sakura gave herself a mental shake, focusing on what he was saying. Except he wasn’t saying anything. He was looking at something just behind her, an eyebrow raised in question. He seemed amused. She turned to the direction of his stare, puzzled. What was he looking at? It was then that she noticed the orange glare of the offending item she had tried to prise from its original location into her own guilty hands. At that, her eyes snapped back in shock to the amused man and her cheeks flushed even more in guilty embarrassment. He continued to study her and she KNEW he was smiling knowingly under that towel. “You know, if you want to borrow it, all you need to do is ask,” his masculine voice washed over her heightened senses in delicious waves.
“I…No…I…um…I…I mean! ...I…” Her tongue twisted around itself. Her throat became even drier. Her breaths came faster. Her heart pounded even louder. “I…” With a strangled gasp, she whirled around and ran, outside his bedroom and outside his apartment, heaving the heavy wooden door back into its frame. She didn’t stop running until she reached the safety of her own apartment. Shutting the door behind her, she leaned against its wooden support until her breaths slowed to a more manageable state. But her cheeks continued to flush with embarrassment as she recounted what had just happened with a moan. She could NOT believe what had just happened!
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Kakashi stared through the open doorway of his bedroom on to his front door that had banged shut just moments before. The room suddenly felt still and quiet. He finished his forgotten task of wiping his face and flung the face towel along with the towel that had been slung around his hips into the hamper as he slid the Icha Icha volume back into place. He chuckled again, amused. He quickly dressed and flopped comfortably onto his bed, arms folded behind him. He replayed the events that had transpired, reliving his feelings of sexual need and then, welcome amusement. Sakura never failed to keep him smiling, he thought, grinning openly. There was no way he could forget about her now. In fact, he would go to the dance tonight, he decided. He was looking forward to seeing her. He was looking forward to seeing how she would react to seeing him again, especially after this morning! He was really looking forward to tonight.
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Chp 12: In his court
Sakura stared at the dark ceiling above her. Soon, the first rays of sunlight would intrude the dark stillness of the room. Somehow, she preferred the darkness. The sunlight heralded yet a new day and that meant she would again have to go through the motions of being a normal female ninja of Konoha. And she didn’t feel like it. At least, not today. She groaned. The dance was tonight and instead of going with the man she loved, she was going with the man she thought she had loved forever but didn’t. And his asking her made it almost official that he was interested in her, short of him actually professing that he was. She preferred it that way. At least she could still convince herself that his taking her to the dance was some sort of friendship gesture. And she could let herself indulge in thoughts of a possibility that she would end up with Kakashi and they would live happily ever after. She smiled wistfully. She couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. She had been unable to have more than a few fitful hours of sleep last night, and each of her accosting dreams had Kakashi as its star. Sakura sighed. She had nothing to lose. She was going to try and tell Kakashi how she felt yet again. She couldn’t give up without at least having tried. And undoubtedly, her mind would drive her crazy with what-ifs otherwise.
She would tell him calmly how she felt, that they were both adults and it wasn’t wrong for her to be feeling the way she felt. She would ask him if there was any possibility he would ever return her feelings. And, if it came to that, she would advise him of her true feelings for Sasuke; that he was just a friend. And then, she would leave him to think about what she had said, in all its enormity and resulting consequences. And the ball would be in his court. Yes, she would do it, Sakura thought determinedly. Her gaze roved over the ceiling. As soon as the sun rose, she would get up, take a long hot shower and get ready to march over to his place and tell him. Yes, she would. It would be better to tell him as early as possible. Sakura ignored the nervous rapid beating of her heart. She wasn’t nervous, of course not. She had to get this over with. ‘As soon as the sun rises, I’ll throw the ball off my court…’ Sakura burrowed into the warm sheets as she closed her eyes. She had a good half an hour at least before the sun would rise, she estimated, welcoming the thought of a reprieve with a small smile.
The smile faded as she felt the warmth of an unmistakable ray of sunlight caressing her cheek just as the room slowly brightened with more rays creeping over her bedroom floor. She swallowed a lump of dread as she remembered her carefully scheduled plans. Sakura groaned.
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Kakashi turned his face up towards the gushing torrents of deliciously hot water that ran over his face, seeped through his hair, cascaded down his back. He had given up on sleeping altogether. Last night had been a riot of dreams of Sakura riddled with his own incoherent beseeching for her to choose him over Sasuke, as far as he could remember. And that was when he was actually asleep! All in all, he probably had about two actual hours’ worth of recuperative sleep. And when sheer exhaustion demanded his body give in to the elusive sleep-induced oblivion he had reached for all night, the sun’s beckoning rays through his windows chased away any hope of that completely. Surprisingly, despite his lack of slumber, he felt his weariness slip away with the soothing jets of water that rushed over him. As if to atone for their cumbersome existence, all his aches and pains exchanged themselves with rejuvenated limbs pumping with renewed vigour. And at long last, he could almost claim that his exceedingly weary mind was free of their chaotic thoughts and whirling worries. Almost. He had analysed his feelings for Sakura the relatively sleepless night before and by dawn, he had painfully decided to completely let her go. And for his own sake, he would try to stay as far away from her as was possible without raising her suspicions.
Kakashi sighed wearily. It would be difficult but he had to try. It was too bad that they were on holiday at the moment because Kakashi was sorely tempted to go on a long looooong mission to help him get over her. Three weeks? A month maybe? Possibly two? Kakashi frowned. Well, as long as it took to forget her anyway. It could even take three months, he pondered. As soon as that notion clicked into his awareness, his lips curved in a wry smile. Who was he kidding? Considering the way he practically had to restrain himself from seeking her out and being with her every single second of the day, he would probably never return to Konoha.
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Sakura focused on the feeling of the sunshine resting on her back. It felt deliciously warm. She had to focus on that feeling. Warm was good. Warm. Good. Whatever she did, she could not allow herself to entertain any other thoughts about Kakashi, rational or irrational. At long last, all her efforts to prolong her shower, dressing and even her meager breakfast had arrived at their eventual end. Even crossing her modest apartment space to exit the front door had been dragged into a comical sport! Now, Sakura had finally mustered up enough courage to march over to the man’s house and she wanted to get it over with before she lost her nerve again and ended up regretting it later. Since her legs had a mind of their own anyway, insistent on zeroing in on him every single opportunity she was off guard, she let them rein free to finally accomplish their heretofore carefully resisted wish. That was undoubtedly the reason why they were practically skipping in happiness as they made their way to his house! ‘No, let’s not think about that. Sun on back. Warm. Good. Sun on back. Warm. Good.’
Sakura found herself repeating her nervous mantra until finally, her legs stopped moving and she found herself facing the heavy door that opened into his home. Amazing how well her body seemed to navigate itself to him, she thought wryly. Anytime, anyplace, rain or hellfire, she’d probably be able to get to his place in no time. The powers of love, she laughed to herself. ‘Now all I need to do is knock on the door…’ Her hands clutched the asymmetrical hem of the simple lavender georgette sundress she wore in accordance with the warm weather. It was now or never. Her breaths quickened as she raised a hand to the door. Knock knock knock! In her nervousness, the sound seemed to reverberate all around Konoha! A self-conscious laugh wrung itself from her throat. She was making too big a deal out of this! This was just going to be a calm confession of her feelings and they would discuss it as they saw fit, adult to adult. Sakura bit her lip as she waited with bated breath for the footsteps that would signal he was approaching the door. Seconds passed by, stretching into a full minute. And then three. She frowned. Maybe he wasn’t awake yet? Hesitantly, she knocked again. Still, there was silence. But she could have sworn she heard some movement?
Without being completely aware of what she was doing, her slim hand moved to the door handle and pushed the door open cautiously. Her eyes took in the surroundings. He kept a modest place, much like her own. The door opened into what appeared to be a living room which opened into a kitchen up ahead and a slightly ajar door on the right of her field of vision. She presumed it to be his bedroom. Somehow the thought made her pulse quicken even more and she felt heat suffuse her all over. She gave herself a mental shake. Really, she had no self-control. She had to focus on the reason she was here! She scanned the small space again with newly alert eyes. The apartment was quiet. She felt a slight pang of disappointment mixed with relief. He wasn’t here. ‘He should really keep his door locked!’ she thought, a bemused smile lighting up her expression. She supposed she had to leave. But she couldn’t stop her curiosity from taking over. She paced the length of the living room to the kitchen beyond. She peered through the open archway leading in to the kitchen. She almost laughed aloud at the small poster she spied on the refrigerator. “A ninja must always eat his vegetables,” she read, a small smile playing about the corners of her upturned lips. He was adorable!
Sakura turned towards the ajar door she had presumed to lead into his bedroom. She blushed hotly at the thought of invading his personal space but she couldn’t stop herself. She crept slowly into the quiet room, her wide eyes drinking in the subtle nuances depicting his life. She noticed two pictures on the low shelf on the wall. One was of their own Team 7 while the other must have been of his team when he was younger. She fingered the younger Kakashi in the frame, almost chuckling to herself. Even as a kid he had that troublesome mask on! She supposed even that didn’t provide her with the opportunity to see his mysterious face! She wondered if he was scarred. Or maybe, possibly, as hot as he had been in her dream. She blushed at the thought. She really should get herself together, she chided herself but she knew it was useless. She was thoroughly charmed by the man.
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Kakashi remained in the bathtub, his head upturned towards the now silent showerhead, droplets of water running over the hard planes of his body as they made their way towards the dissipating pool of cooling water at his feet. He had finished showering a while ago but he was loathe to leave the steamy bathroom and start his day. Yet another meaningless day. Especially with his new resolve to try and avoid Sakura. It was going to be difficult but he had to try. But before he could do anything, he had to get out of the bathroom and get dressed first, he thought wryly. He stepped out of the tub in a silent move, still wet from the shower and warm from the steam. Being in the bathroom for too long was threatening to start the ritual morning fantasy that he had tried valiantly to hold off this particular morning. Whatever he did, it would probably be in his best interests to NOT imagine Sakura wet and naked post shower, writhing in his arms, Kakashi thought ruefully.
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Sakura’s green eyes ran over the numerous volumes of Icha Icha Paradise that spanned the majority of his shelf. The man devoured the stuff! They were rated 18 and written by Jiraiya, Konoha’s acclaimed pervert, so she was sure their contents were…questionable. But, she thought as she stole a swift glance at the man leaning over them in the picture of Team 7, Kakashi hardly struck her as a pervert! She knew that he was forever holding a copy of the orange paperback and everything but he was just so cool and unflappable that she just couldn’t picture him entertaining any dirty fantasies or anything. A slim finger traversed its way down the well worn spine of one volume in the collection. ‘I wonder what it’s about…,’ she thought. She knew she should just forget about her curiosity and she probably wouldn’t even be interested in its contents anyway but still, she continued to finger the book slowly. Casually. She was almost nineteen, she mused. It wouldn’t be wrong to just check it out right? She tried to imagine what Jiraiya could possibly be interested in writing about. Spying on naked women? Sex maybe? Her eyes widened at the possibility, her skin feeling increasingly hot even under her light sundress. Would there be pictures!? Her eyes widened even more at the thought, her cheeks blushing furiously.
Her hand innocently slid the mysterious book out of its position on the shelf as slowly as she could. It was probably nothing the least bit scandalous, Sakura thought nonchalantly. Probably just a guide to women… Or the wonders of public bathhouses or something. She just wanted to know so she could understand the man she loved a little more. Yeah, that’s all it was, Sakura reasoned.
“Sakura?” a deep, masculine voice broke the silence. Sakura gasped, whirling around in shocked surprise, the glaringly orange book remaining removed from its fellow peers where she had left it. Sakura blushed hotly, thinking she couldn’t possibly be more embarrassed than she was now. Her tongue felt like it was tied in a zillion different knots as she tried to scramble some words out of her suddenly dry throat. Her heart started its familiar pounding. It seemed to be rejoicing loudly, ‘Kakashi! Kakashi!’, it was a wonder he couldn’t hear it. “Kakashi! I…No…I-I mean! I…I can explain!” Nope, she couldn’t possibly feel any more embarrassed than how she felt at this particular moment. And that was before she fully noticed his attire. Or perhaps the correct expression was his lack of attire. She swallowed, her eyes roaming over the hard muscles of his arms…his strong chest….his ripped abdomen…the tiny towel hanging precariously low, supported by defined hip bones. Sakura swallowed, her eyes unable to stop their mortifying fascination with his well muscled long, limber legs. Suddenly, images of them intertwined with hers as he moved over her in all naked writhing glory rushed into her head. Her eyes continued their wild journey over his gorgeous physique, slowly registering the fact that he was wet. Sakura swallowed.
The sound of their panting and groaning resounded in her ears as her torrid, dirty dream-turned-fantasy replayed itself over and over in her head, now liberally fused with the real-life vision of the gorgeously HOT man standing before her, clad in…nothing but a tiny towel she just wanted to rip off with her teeth! Sakura felt her skin practically pulsating with the heat of her – no question about it – desire as she took in the rivulets of water molding his body as they made their way achingly slowly over the rest of his form. They seemed to taunt her, as if knowing that her own fingers were itching to take over. And still, the droplets continued to run over his hard body. Didn’t they stop?! Sakura was starting to get delirious with her uncontrollable, awakening desire. Finally, she noticed that they were continually falling from his long, wet silver strands, which, as if in accord with their supply of water droplets, were taunting her burning need to brush off the soft locks away from his heavy-lidded eyes. ‘Bedroom eyes…,’ the thought came unbidden. They were in his bedroom, as a matter of fact! Suddenly, it seemed like they were in their own intimate little world. She wondered fleetingly if this was just another one of her fantasies. But if it was, he wouldn’t be teasing her like that, holding a face towel over the lower part of his face, wiping away the dampness. All she was offered were teasing glimpses of a soft chiselled cheek and a strong but graceful bridge of the nose. She wondered how his lips looked like as she ran her tongue over her own unconsciously. They had felt dry all of a sudden.
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Kakashi noticed the myriad of expressions representing Sakura’s obviously shocked reactions. He knew it had been a matter of seconds but the air felt so thick that each second seemed to stretch into an eternity. He had suddenly noticed his own state of undress and the way Sakura’s flimsy dress clung to her ripe curves as she blushed gorgeously, accenting the flowing pink locks glinting in the sunlight through his window. He had suddenly noticed that they were in his bedroom and that his own welcoming bed was very very near. He swallowed. ‘There goes the idea of forgetting her,’ he thought wryly. It was never going to work now as he fought with his desire to rip her dress of her and get her between his sheets. Naked. With him. And to hell with his towel! ‘No, you don’t want to go there,’ Kakashi thought. He didn’t think it would improve matters if he suddenly presented her with bold evidence of his desire for her. ‘Think about grass. Trees. Mud!’ It was truly a contest of his willpower. He had to think of something else! His eyes flew around his room. Bedspread. Bed… 'Nope! NOT going there…’ Chair. Lamp. Shelf. Pictures. Books. Then he noticed the lone Icha Icha volume separated from its previous confines surrounded by volumes of a similar nature. He fleetingly remembered Sakura’s hand guiltily jumping from the small paperback as if scorched. Amusement gladly exchanged itself with sexual fantasies as Kakashi contemplated the idea of Sakura about to read one of his favourite companions. It was almost arousing except he refused to entertain that avenue of thought right about then.
“Sakura…,” he called out to the stunned girl, knocking her out of her reverie. Sakura blinked at the man, welcoming his interruption. She didn’t think she could go through another appraisal of his body. His sexy body, she swallowed. “Wha-what?” she choked out. He still held that annoying towel against his face. She had never before been so irked by a scrap of cloth! Except maybe the one around his hips…Again, Sakura gave herself a mental shake, focusing on what he was saying. Except he wasn’t saying anything. He was looking at something just behind her, an eyebrow raised in question. He seemed amused. She turned to the direction of his stare, puzzled. What was he looking at? It was then that she noticed the orange glare of the offending item she had tried to prise from its original location into her own guilty hands. At that, her eyes snapped back in shock to the amused man and her cheeks flushed even more in guilty embarrassment. He continued to study her and she KNEW he was smiling knowingly under that towel. “You know, if you want to borrow it, all you need to do is ask,” his masculine voice washed over her heightened senses in delicious waves.
“I…No…I…um…I…I mean! ...I…” Her tongue twisted around itself. Her throat became even drier. Her breaths came faster. Her heart pounded even louder. “I…” With a strangled gasp, she whirled around and ran, outside his bedroom and outside his apartment, heaving the heavy wooden door back into its frame. She didn’t stop running until she reached the safety of her own apartment. Shutting the door behind her, she leaned against its wooden support until her breaths slowed to a more manageable state. But her cheeks continued to flush with embarrassment as she recounted what had just happened with a moan. She could NOT believe what had just happened!
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Kakashi stared through the open doorway of his bedroom on to his front door that had banged shut just moments before. The room suddenly felt still and quiet. He finished his forgotten task of wiping his face and flung the face towel along with the towel that had been slung around his hips into the hamper as he slid the Icha Icha volume back into place. He chuckled again, amused. He quickly dressed and flopped comfortably onto his bed, arms folded behind him. He replayed the events that had transpired, reliving his feelings of sexual need and then, welcome amusement. Sakura never failed to keep him smiling, he thought, grinning openly. There was no way he could forget about her now. In fact, he would go to the dance tonight, he decided. He was looking forward to seeing her. He was looking forward to seeing how she would react to seeing him again, especially after this morning! He was really looking forward to tonight.