It all started with that dream...

A/N: Finally, the hot and sexy Kakashi undressed… (*swoon!*) Add a similarly attired Sakura and we have the lemon chp… I was listening to the slow version of Ayla’s Angelfalls (Out of the light, I think it’s called?) when I was doing the chp so I kinda had it in mind when I did the enter-the-bedroom scene. Anywayyy, hope u guys like the chp;) Been a long time coming now! As always, pls R&R, tell me what u think=) Will try and update soon;) Enjoy~

To Cim: thanks for pointing that out! Duly noted n fixed;)

Chp 18: Angel falls…

Sea green eyes were lost in a mesmerizing pair of eyes; one a dark, intense orb, the other red and glaring. They were so close, separated by a film of air so thin that observers would never be able to tell that they weren’t actually touching. Yet. And there weren’t any observers; it was just Kakashi and Sakura. The world was theirs. She looked up at him without really looking. Her eyes were swallowed by his hypnotizing gaze and in a daze, she registered his quietly intense expression, framed by the wisps of hair falling over his uncovered left eye. But her mind was swallowed by the surreal quality of the moment; was she really here? Was this truly happening? Kakashi allowed his intense gaze to devour the sight spread out before him; a pink and white confection. He felt the touch of her one finger still hooked in the fragile silver chain that connected them. But his mind was busy marveling over how she came to be there; was she really here? Was this truly happening?

Ever so slowly, Sakura’s sensitized fingertip traveled from the kanji pendant down his broad, muscular chest. His breath caught. A thickening lump of desire constricted his throat. His lips parted slightly, dry of moisture. He swallowed. He felt his body come to life. Despite the seduction in her gesture, she looked more like a stunned picture of innocence. He couldn’t tell if she was aware of how she was making him feel. How his body was reacting to her single, innocent touch. Of its own accord, his hand lifted to the side of her neck, slowly brushing across her clavicle to her shoulder… A finger traced its calloused tip down the length of her slender arm. Slowly… Achingly slowly, leaving a trail of fine goosebumps in its wake. He felt her tiny tremor of pleasure. Of excitement. He noted the way her chest heaved increasingly faster. He felt the familiar pangs of desire beginning to spread through his body. Sakura tried her best to still her rapidly beating heart, but with every inner reprimand was a rebellious flash of pure, white-hot desire. Her lips were suddenly dry. Nervously, she ran a slender tongue over its contours.

In a reversal of what had transpired earlier, Kakashi’s finger left her arm to traverse the curve of her moist lips. Huskily, he whispered, “Thirsty?” It was like a silent web of understanding was woven between them. No matter what they said, it was like there was a special translation that was automatically whispered into each of their heightened consciousness. His simple question appeared to hang over them in a thick fog of tense anticipation, having a totally different meaning, ‘I want you…’ Sakura swallowed twice, trying to replenish enough moisture for the simple task of answering his whispered question. “N-…No…,” she whispered thickly. ‘I want you too…’ Kakashi’s finger was brushing her soft cheek repeatedly. Over and over again. Sakura swallowed against another thickening lump of desire. Bringing his handsome face closer to her upturned one, he whispered, “Hungry?” The innuendo hung over them… He was so close the tips of his pale hair were brushing against her own mane. He was so close that his warm breath warmed her lips, leaving nerve endings tingling her whole body over. He was so close she felt her mind fog with thick, pleasurable desire. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t speak.

Struggling to eke out a reply, she finally managed the faintest of whispers, “If you are…” Her brilliant green eyes shone with irrepressible love, hope, promise. Slowly, as if in a trance, Sakura followed as Kakashi led her to his bedroom… The door closed behind them but they didn’t notice as they continued to the middle of the room, stopping inches from the bed. It was like their senses were closed to everything but each other. The strains of music that played from Kakashi’s stereo continued its seductive melody but it was like they had their own private melody drawing them closer to each other. Sakura stepped forward, closing the gap between them. Slowly, Kakashi ran a hand upwards along the feminine curve of her back. His head lowered to hers. Closer. Closer. Their warm breaths mingled together as his parted lips stopped a mere inch away from hers. His eyes were drinking her in. The sun had set. The room was dark. Only graceful, dancing blue lights off his stereo flickered over them, over the room, playing over the walls, in tune to the sexy melody.

Unable to stop herself, Sakura slowly reached up on her toes and pressed her soft lips to his. The kiss was slow, gentle. Kakashi’s hand pressed harder against her back, splaying lower below her waist against her rear, supporting her. The music played its haunting crescendo over them as they had their first, acknowledging kiss. She had come to him. She wanted him. His lips played softly over hers. Suddenly, without warning, something seemed to explode inside them in a heady instant and the kiss turned hungry, devouring. Tongues dueled and explored every crevice of their mouths, glorying in each others’ tastes. Hands ran riot over curves, muscles, fumbling fervently until both fell onto the welcoming bed.

Sakura barely registered the cushioning softness below her, lost as she was in Kakashi’s hungry kiss. A slender hand absently caressed his cheek, relishing the feel of the skin which was frequently hidden from view. Thoughts whirled through each other’s minds. Sakura couldn’t seem to think much beyond the fact that she couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Kakashi kept running his hands over her body not only in pleasure, but to ascertain the fact that she was really there. In his arms. On his bed. Kissing him like there was no tomorrow. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. She had really come to him. Willingly. A day early, like she couldn’t bear to be separated from him. He ran his tongue over the side of her neck, delighting in her taste. He couldn’t seem to stop himself. Dimly, he remembered that he should be taking this slow. That she should be sure of what she wanted before they did anything. But her hands were making it tough to concentrate as they ran over his back, his chest, his… He groaned. No, he had to make sure she was ready for this. He wanted her to know he respected her.

With great reluctance, he dragged his lips from her, his breaths heavy. “I never did thank you…,” he whispered. “For the necklace?” came her soft reply, her lips trying to meet his in frustration, “Thank me with a kiss instead…” She ran her lips along the sexy curve of his bare shoulder. With a part groan, part chuckle, he managed a hoarse reply, “Thank you…,” before allowing himself a lingering kiss, dragging his lips from hers before the kiss got out of control. Sakura moaned in frustration, her expression wounded. Kakashi gave a low chuckle. “Wait…,” he whispered, “Not just that…I want to thank you for coming here… For giving me the one thing I really want…” His eyes gave her a meaningful look, silently conveying, ‘You…’ Her cheeks coloured. Her small smile was shy. “But I just want to make sure…,” he said, swallowing thickly, “This… What we’re doing, I need to know that you want this as much as I do. I want you to know I love you and I’ll try my best to never hurt you… I need to know that you’re ready… I can stop now but later… Later, I can’t promise you I’ll be able to…” His eyes met hers. “You coming here, I’d like to think that you want a relationship with me, but maybe we’re moving too fast…” Kakashi tried his best to quell his desires, tried his best to be sure that she wanted this. If anything was to happen, he wanted her to want it. He didn’t want to take advantage of her at all, in any way possible…

Sakura was genuinely touched by the softly spoken words she never really expected the usually mild-mannered ninja to say. He really cared about her. Didn’t he say it? He loved her! He really loved her… Then this was all fine right? She loved him and he loved her. And god knows how much she wanted him! She felt like she was finally getting something she had wanted all her life. And that something had turned out to be Kakashi… “I love you,” she spoke out, her voice low, soft. “I want you to know… I love you… And…,” her words tapered to a lightly teasing tone, her arms winding themselves around his neck, playing with the soft hairs at his nape, “Not just that…,” she reached up, her lips lightly brushing near his ear, “I want you…” She let her whisper flow over his senses as she gently lowered herself back onto his bed, “very, very much…” She saw his eyes widen in surprise, then in pleasure. He began, “Are you-“ but was silenced by her finger over his lips. “Shh…,” she whispered with a gentle smile, “I’m sure…” Kakashi was still reeling from her admission. He couldn’t quite believe this was actually happening. The woman he loved felt the same way about him.

Groaning, he lowered his head to hers, his warm lips sinking into hers. Her hands were fisted in his hair. His hands were running over her body. Distractedly, he gathered her up and swiveled so they were lying on the bed properly. In one swift motion, he pulled the covers over them. He reached out to switch on the bedside lamp, bathing them in its lazy orange glow. His lips brushed lightly over her neck, her clavicle, as his hands ran fluidly over the length of her curves before fingering the hem of her dress which had hitched up to mid-thigh. Sighing, he ran both hands over her thighs and upwards over her bare skin. A thumb lightly ran over the sides of her breast. Sakura moaned as she revelled in the kisses he ran over her tingling skin and the hands that were ravaging the bare expanse of skin under her dress. Her own hands were roaming over his broad, trim back. The thin, silky scrap of material that was her dress slid between them like an unwelcome but erotic hindrance. She gasped as she felt his hands run over her breasts, downward and out of her dress. Unable to contain a disappointed moan, she arched her back, trying to press herself closer to him. Then she realized that his hands were tugging against the spaghetti straps at her shoulders, trying to peel the dress from her.

With a low laugh, she reached up and removed the offending article herself, dropping it, forgotten, onto his bedroom floor. Kakashi swallowed at the gesture. It was symbolic, her divesting of the pure, white rein on her innocence. At his hands. She was giving herself to him. It was up to him to make sure that this was an experience she would never forget… Mesmerized, his eyes hungrily took in the beautiful, perfect curves of her body. Her lush, full breasts, her slender waist, the swell of her hips. He could feel her long legs brushing against the fabric of his trousers. Suddenly, that felt like a thoroughly unwelcome hindrance too, much like her dress had been. He registered surprise as he felt her small hands suddenly pushing almost impatiently against the waistband of his trousers, her features wreathed in shy embarrassment. He brushed a hand tenderly against her cheek, giving a low laugh. Impatiently, he shrugged the cumbersome trousers off, kicking them so they fell to join her dress on the floor, forgotten, unnecessary.

Slowly, he sank lower to meet her body, careful to brace her from his full weight with the support of both arms next to her sides. He almost groaned as he relished the feel of her warm body slowly meeting his. Skin to skin. Soft, supple curves melting luxuriously into hard, muscular planes. She felt wonderful. It felt wonderful to feel those satiny curves slowly draping onto and fitting against his body. This was much, much better than his dream! Sakura felt her eyes widen in excitement at the long-awaited, frequently-fantasized sensation of his heated skin against hers. She blushed as she felt the hot hardness by her thigh, figments of her dream flooding her consciousness. She couldn’t believe that this was really, actually happening. She gasped as she felt his hands close over her breasts, his thumbs caressing her hardening nipples. Without warning, his hot mouth enveloped the burgeoning tip, his tongue swirling around and around and around… It felt even better than it had in her dream! She moaned. Kakashi ran his fingers down over her flat stomach, lower to her pelvic region… The sensation of his large hand cupping the triangle between her legs caused her to buck in surprise, a throaty gasp of pure pleasure wrung from her lips.

With a low chuckle, he dragged his lips from her swelling breasts, leaving her moaning, feeling bereft. But hardly a second later, he replaced his mouth on the other breast as his hand slowly massaged the area below. Slowly, he inserted one thick finger gently inside her moist folds. She moaned in pleasure, fuelling his actions. Slowly, he retracted the inserted finger, only to slide it back in slowly. Over and over, he repeated the gesture, increasing his tempo each time. Sakura gasped as she felt him insert another finger, echoing the thrusting motion he had been making. Sakura’s mind was heavy, her thoughts occupied with her flooded senses reaching for something. Something unknown… Something dark, raw and primitive. Primal. She revelled in the pleasurable sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of her hard, fast. Without warning, her senses erupted in an explosion of pleasure, her inner walls contracting hard around his fingers. She heard her loud gasp but she felt too languid, too pleasured to feel embarrassed.

Kakashi swallowed thickly, his lips set in a perfectly sculpted line. He was thoroughly turned on by her body’s innocent, instinctive reactions to the mimicry of the age-old carnal rhythm. And that was just his fingers. His eyes clouded over as he imagined how she would feel around a much larger member of his body… He retracted the fingers that were still deep in her folds, relishing the feel of her secretions soaking them. He looked at her as he inserted his fingers in his mouth, licking off every drop of her juices. He watched her breasts heave with her heavy breaths. He watched her blush start to form as she watched his actions. Removing the fingers he had licked clean, he ran his tongue over the contours of his lips.

Sakura blushed as she watched him obviously enjoy her taste. She felt embarrassed. And she definitely felt good… She sighed in satisfaction. She felt really good! Somehow, she wanted him to feel the same pleasure she was feeling. Innocently, instinctively, experimentally, she touched her hand to the hot hardness pressing against her thigh. She heard his low, reflexive gasp, wringing her look of surprise, before a smile began to curve on her lips knowingly. Her small hand grasped the thick shaft firmly, her eyes widening at its infinitely large size. How could that possibly fit inside of her, she wondered in panic. She remembered the similar thoughts that had flitted through her mind in her very realistic dream and the miraculous, blissful solution that had followed as he had managed to sink deep inside her without difficulty. But that was her dream, she thought uneasily… Anything could happen in dreams! What did she know, after all? She would just have to trust him…

Experimentally, she moved the hand enclosing his erection up and down along its hard length. She heard the hiss of pleasure, the sharp intake of breath. A satisfied smile lit her features as she pumped harder, faster, imitating the movements he had done to her a few moments earlier. She revelled in his groans, his laboured breathing. She was doing this to him, she thought with pleasure. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, firmly guiding it away from him, to her disappointment. “You liked that, huh?” he growled, imprisoning her hands above her head with one hand around her slender wrists. It was like they were acting out her dream! “I can’t take it anymore…,” he whispered, raining open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. She moaned, pressing herself closer to him. Gently, he spread her legs. He was living out his dream plus the zillion other fantasies post-that-dream… Frowning in concentration, he used his free hand to guide his movements, carefully positioning his definitely hard erection to her opening. Running the tip along her slit, he felt the slippery folds quiver in response. At least he had ensured that she was ready, and would feel as little pain as possible…

Slowly, he inserted the much thicker appendage into her, feeling her stretch around him, her walls tightly sheathing him. He groaned in pleasure. She was so tight! He continued until he felt the barrier he would have to break… With regret, he whispered, “Sorry, this will hurt…” Sakura saw the regret that shone from his eyes. He really didn’t want her to hurt. She felt so touched that he cared so obviously for her… This was actually happening, and truthfully, this was the happiest moment of her life, knowing that the guy she loved loved her back and wanted to be with her. And now, they were being together in the closest way possible. She had heard him groan with pleasure and she had loved being able to pleasure him, and now, he was stopping, denying himself of that pleasure because he didn’t want to hurt her! She smiled at him, her eyes shining with love as she tenderly placed a hand against his cheek, clenched in his exerted self-control. Even now, he would stop if she wanted him to! “It’s okay…,” she said softly, “I trust you…” Groaning, Kakashi thrusted deep inside her in response, melting at her sweet assent.

The pain was brief, quickly replaced with languid pleasure as she adjusted to his hot length filling her completely to the hilt. He was inside her. They were one. He stayed as he was, frowning in concentration, trying to give her as long as she wanted to adjust to him. She saw his cheek clench, a muscle moving spasmodically as he held on to the remains of his control. It was her who moved impatiently against him, inciting his low groan coupled with a hot flash of pleasure that rocked through him. Her eyes widened with the same feeling of pleasure and experimentally, she moved against him again, trying to bring the same sensation about. The pleasure darted through her again. She pushed her hips upward and with a groan of defeat, Kakashi began thrusting deeply, powerfully into her, retracting more and more with each thrust. Their moans and screams echoed loudly in the room, reminiscent of, unbeknownst to them, a shared hot night’s dream. Their bodies slick with sweat, Sakura writhed below him in pleasure as Kakashi jerked above her expertly, bringing her to the same building sensation of reaching for something. Something… Moaning loudly to every thrust, Sakura arched her back high to meet them, feeling the sensation build up higher and higher, reaching for that crescendo marking pure bliss.

It happened as suddenly as before, her senses colliding to erupt in a glow of pure, exquisite pleasure, tearing a low scream from her burning throat as she felt herself contract around his hard length. “Kakashi!” She felt Kakashi’s movements become even more jerky with each thrust, languidly studying his clenched features with a sated sigh. She ran a finger lazily over the silver pendant dangling between them, down over his chest… Over his hard abdominals… Lower still… She felt his hard length slide smoothly against her curious finger with each retraction, as it pumped in and out of her. Groaning loudly, he buried himself fully inside her as he lost himself to the drugging sensations she incited. She felt him relax slowly, luxuriously, as a hot, almost viscous liquid slid inside her. “Sakura…,” he whispered hoarsely. A satisfied grin spread languorously over his features as he took her in his arms, careful to avoid burdening her with his weight. Swiftly, he swivelled so that they were lying on their sides.

His usual heavy lidded gaze took on a whole new meaning in the dim light of his bedroom, herself ensconced between his sheets, in his arms, their bodies still connected. The earthy scent of lost innocence hung in the air. She felt her cheeks flame at the openly satisfied grin directed at her. He remembered the way she had screamed his name as she orgasmed. He couldn’t believe that she was finally his. That she had willingly become his, pledging herself to him, body, heart and soul. “How do you feel?” he whispered. His voice was like a velvet caress. She lowered her eyes shyly before replying, “Really, really good…” Her cheeks coloured even more as his low, sexy chuckle watched over her. She couldn’t believe that she was finally here with him. Finally his. Just like she wanted. And he loved her too! “Oh yeah?” he said, raising her chin with a thumb and forefinger so that her eyes met his. Shyly, she nodded. “So, you think you would want to do that again?” he asked her teasingly as he kissed her softly, shifting slightly so he was hovering over her again. She felt him harden inside of her. She gasped softly. He was still waiting for her answer. She smiled softly, wickedly almost. In a quick move, she placed her small hands against his chest and whipped around so he was on his back, her slender thighs gripping him as she straddled him. She studied his surprised expression as it quickly gave way to a heavy-lidded, knowing smirk. His hands moved about her waist. “I think I definitely do,” she whispered…