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It's A Lovers' Game We Play~
A/N: It’s been a while since the last update, apologies! It’s been really crazy at uni. Weekly tests are back and *urgh* it just seems like everytime I pass one, the next one’s out! Sigh… But this time, I managed to squeeze out two chapters. I suppose these are sort of building onto the next phase of the story. Tell me if you like =)
To all those reading this story, thanks and I hope you continue to enjoy it. And of course, to all those who reviewed, you are the best. It’s good to know that you liked the chapters enough to take the time to leave some greatly appreciated words behind. They make my day, swear!;D So hope you like these enough to keep them coming=)
To reesechan: Nope, still going on;) Hope you like!
To Alexis: That’s a relief! I thought it was going to feel like it was dragging on… I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter=)
To aiimeru: About Sasuke… I haven’t yet made up my mind how it’s going to go so I guess you’ll have to read and see huh?;) Enjoy~
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Chp 20: It’s A Lovers’ Game We Play~
One glorious month. Of getting to know each other, of laughing and talking together intimately as only lovers could, of basking in each other’s presence, and, of course, of the most incredible sex, all under the protection lent by discretion. A glorious month had passed…
A slim hand reached upwards almost shakily to brush tousled coral strands of hair backwards. Creamy porcelain cheeks were heated, retaining the rosy stain that had tinted their expanses. She felt weak-kneed. She felt like her joints were melting to join the hot torrents of viscosity flushing through her veins. She felt like dissolving in a fit of giggles that threatened to take over her. All in all, she surmised, she was a quivering mass of luxuriously languid limbs and embarrassed blushes and dreamy sighs alternating in their quest of making themselves known, cheekily defying her inner struggle to keep quiet and just head the hell home. It was mortifying, really. Belatedly, hazy green eyes grasped her surroundings and realized she had been about to walk right past her block! Sakura had no idea how she had made it this far, much less succeed in arriving back home in one piece. Not that her home was anywhere Kakashi wasn’t… Shaking her head hard, Sakura forced herself to stop indulging in Kakashi-oriented thoughts for the moment, inwardly moaning, ‘Noo! First. Need. To. Get. Upstairs.’
And that, in itself, was the brunt of her absent state of mind, she mused. Her brain had ceased to function when thoughts non-Kakashi-oriented dared to present themselves. It was a wonder she had managed to get through missions and actually retain her medic-nin training, she mused. Quite the feat! Her mind was forever inundated with memories of the days and nights she spent with him, she thought as her legs trudged their half-hearted ascent up the stairs to her apartment. The days were the toughest. Each held the remnants of last night’s…activities…in her head, in her heart, and as evident by the physical state of her body. Just like this morning, she thought as a hand gratefully, finally grasped the familiar doorknob of her home away from the home that was Kakashi. Slowly turning the knob, Sakura stumbled inside in relief, managing to shut the door behind her before collapsing in a dreamy heap against the cool wood. ‘Sigh.’ Last night was… It just simply was… ‘Amazing,’ Sakura blissfully declared to herself. She was never sure if she preferred the slow, sensual strokes as he lengthened their pleasure, or the hard, deep, almost rough sex that was exciting and endlessly fulfilling.
Last night had been a case of the latter, she remembered, her cheeks flushing. She had snuck over to surprise him. He had been in the shower. She had stripped down to her underwear, a black lazy number especially for the occasion, and tried as best she could to sexily drape herself among his sheets. Her quest to be provocative had quickly dwindled in a matter of minutes as the anticipation of him naked just beyond the thin wall drugged her mind. Her desire flourished. To distract herself, she had indulged her curiosity of what lay between the pages of the overturned Icha Icha Paradise lying on the bedside table, marking his place. Wide-eyed, she had slowly brought the paperback to her as it was, face-down, guiltily, reverently laying it down on her naked lap. Biting her lip, she remembered flipping the small volume in one quick movement and read. She remembered being surprised that there was some semblance of a plot and then finding herself quickly immersed in the chapter she had stumbled upon. She had to admit she was having fun, all thoughts of being provocative shelved away for the moment. The blush only came when the plot took an ahh…interesting…turn, dictating that the main characters indulge in some fun of their own. Her eyes couldn’t leave the pages and suddenly, her desire returned throbbing.
She had ended up finding herself slowly walking into the steamy bathroom, mouth slightly open, lips slightly dry, eyes slightly heavy-lidded as she studied the man with the eyes closed in the shower, his hands resting against the walls on either side of the central column of the shower. The beads of water trickling down his trim, naked back triggered similar beads of moisture to trickle down the front of her bra down her flat stomach. She was sweating. Odd… She had surprised him and even herself by stepping into the shower as quietly as she could behind him and wrapping her small arms around his waist. His eyes had shot open in surprise and he had turned to look at her lazily with those heavy eyes. Provocative-ness came naturally after that, she thought with a deep blush. Somehow, her lips had curved into a sultry smile and she had pressed herself closer into his back, her hands coming forward to cup something…hard. Sakura swallowed. He had turned around and gripped her waist, his eyes clouding over as his gaze roved over her soaked underwear. They had ended up doing it against the wall.
Yup, Sakura thought, reluctantly getting up off the hard floor, the nights were absolutely amazing. And the days after, like today- ‘sigh’ were definitely the hardest. On top of missing and practically aching physically for him, they had to try and keep their lives going as normal as possible, and keep up an appearance for the benefit of the villagers. Sakura frowned. She really couldn’t care less but inside, she understood that such discretion was needed. He said he wanted it this way for her sake but she was doing it for his. He was the respected Copy Ninja, fearsome and lethal. She didn’t want him to lose his hard-earned respect by having his reputation tainted by the derisive snickers and whispers that would surely greet their relationship. The words might fade over time but the damage to his reputation would be done. She never wanted to see him fall. She never wanted him to be shunned by the very village he spent his life fighting for. At the end of the day, she wanted to be with him and if it had to be behind closed doors, then so be it.
As such, their days were spent as normally as they could, which meant that she hardly saw him, much to her dismay. But since she no longer trained under him, there wasn’t really any real reason for them to be together. Friendly lunches in the guise of catching up were kept to a minimum. Routes were elaborately marked that would allow each to see a glimpse of the other whenever possible. Grocery trips were staged so they could accidentally bump into each other and end up shopping together. But sometimes, temptation took over and what resulted were the stolen moments in the glade, a cozy rendezvous in the shadows and once, even leaning close, pressed against each other’s sides, arms folded against their chests and discreetly linking their fingers together! She prayed that it had looked innocent enough but Sakura realized that getting caught was a very real issue. They had to be more careful. They had to be stronger but it was hard…
Rubbing her tousled hair, Sakura headed over to the kitchen counter to make herself a cup of coffee. She had a few hours yet before she had to start getting ready for the ritual Team 7 'reunion' mission. She didn’t know how she was going to be able to hide her definitely obvious attraction for their ex-sensei in front of the two friends who had spent years with her. They knew her. This was going to be hard, she swallowed. She didn’t know how to act normally around Kakashi anymore. They were so comfortable with each other but back when he had trained them, they had managed to form a comfortable enough bond, after all. She didn’t know where that stopped and the familiarity that came with their newly established and rapidly developing relationship began. If she kept too much of a distance, no two people would take notice of it more than Naruto and Sasuke, she thought worriedly. But it wouldn’t exactly be the wisest thing to be observed to be way more comfortable with each other than they should be, Sakura thought wryly. And finishing the mission with the burden of keeping up appearances… Sigh! She felt closeted from reality as it was. She wasn’t sure she still knew how to be the Sakura she normally would be outside of the bubble of a dream world that was her and Kakashi’s burgeoning relationship. She didn’t know how she was ever going to manage.
But then again, Sakura thought as a small smile curved her lips, the very fact that she was lost in this hazy dream world with Hatake Kakashi was consolation enough. A dreamy sigh escaped into the echoes of the morning. Sakura placed the now empty mug in the sink. Yeah, Hatake Kakashi made it all worth it.
To all those reading this story, thanks and I hope you continue to enjoy it. And of course, to all those who reviewed, you are the best. It’s good to know that you liked the chapters enough to take the time to leave some greatly appreciated words behind. They make my day, swear!;D So hope you like these enough to keep them coming=)
To reesechan: Nope, still going on;) Hope you like!
To Alexis: That’s a relief! I thought it was going to feel like it was dragging on… I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter=)
To aiimeru: About Sasuke… I haven’t yet made up my mind how it’s going to go so I guess you’ll have to read and see huh?;) Enjoy~
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Chp 20: It’s A Lovers’ Game We Play~
One glorious month. Of getting to know each other, of laughing and talking together intimately as only lovers could, of basking in each other’s presence, and, of course, of the most incredible sex, all under the protection lent by discretion. A glorious month had passed…
A slim hand reached upwards almost shakily to brush tousled coral strands of hair backwards. Creamy porcelain cheeks were heated, retaining the rosy stain that had tinted their expanses. She felt weak-kneed. She felt like her joints were melting to join the hot torrents of viscosity flushing through her veins. She felt like dissolving in a fit of giggles that threatened to take over her. All in all, she surmised, she was a quivering mass of luxuriously languid limbs and embarrassed blushes and dreamy sighs alternating in their quest of making themselves known, cheekily defying her inner struggle to keep quiet and just head the hell home. It was mortifying, really. Belatedly, hazy green eyes grasped her surroundings and realized she had been about to walk right past her block! Sakura had no idea how she had made it this far, much less succeed in arriving back home in one piece. Not that her home was anywhere Kakashi wasn’t… Shaking her head hard, Sakura forced herself to stop indulging in Kakashi-oriented thoughts for the moment, inwardly moaning, ‘Noo! First. Need. To. Get. Upstairs.’
And that, in itself, was the brunt of her absent state of mind, she mused. Her brain had ceased to function when thoughts non-Kakashi-oriented dared to present themselves. It was a wonder she had managed to get through missions and actually retain her medic-nin training, she mused. Quite the feat! Her mind was forever inundated with memories of the days and nights she spent with him, she thought as her legs trudged their half-hearted ascent up the stairs to her apartment. The days were the toughest. Each held the remnants of last night’s…activities…in her head, in her heart, and as evident by the physical state of her body. Just like this morning, she thought as a hand gratefully, finally grasped the familiar doorknob of her home away from the home that was Kakashi. Slowly turning the knob, Sakura stumbled inside in relief, managing to shut the door behind her before collapsing in a dreamy heap against the cool wood. ‘Sigh.’ Last night was… It just simply was… ‘Amazing,’ Sakura blissfully declared to herself. She was never sure if she preferred the slow, sensual strokes as he lengthened their pleasure, or the hard, deep, almost rough sex that was exciting and endlessly fulfilling.
Last night had been a case of the latter, she remembered, her cheeks flushing. She had snuck over to surprise him. He had been in the shower. She had stripped down to her underwear, a black lazy number especially for the occasion, and tried as best she could to sexily drape herself among his sheets. Her quest to be provocative had quickly dwindled in a matter of minutes as the anticipation of him naked just beyond the thin wall drugged her mind. Her desire flourished. To distract herself, she had indulged her curiosity of what lay between the pages of the overturned Icha Icha Paradise lying on the bedside table, marking his place. Wide-eyed, she had slowly brought the paperback to her as it was, face-down, guiltily, reverently laying it down on her naked lap. Biting her lip, she remembered flipping the small volume in one quick movement and read. She remembered being surprised that there was some semblance of a plot and then finding herself quickly immersed in the chapter she had stumbled upon. She had to admit she was having fun, all thoughts of being provocative shelved away for the moment. The blush only came when the plot took an ahh…interesting…turn, dictating that the main characters indulge in some fun of their own. Her eyes couldn’t leave the pages and suddenly, her desire returned throbbing.
She had ended up finding herself slowly walking into the steamy bathroom, mouth slightly open, lips slightly dry, eyes slightly heavy-lidded as she studied the man with the eyes closed in the shower, his hands resting against the walls on either side of the central column of the shower. The beads of water trickling down his trim, naked back triggered similar beads of moisture to trickle down the front of her bra down her flat stomach. She was sweating. Odd… She had surprised him and even herself by stepping into the shower as quietly as she could behind him and wrapping her small arms around his waist. His eyes had shot open in surprise and he had turned to look at her lazily with those heavy eyes. Provocative-ness came naturally after that, she thought with a deep blush. Somehow, her lips had curved into a sultry smile and she had pressed herself closer into his back, her hands coming forward to cup something…hard. Sakura swallowed. He had turned around and gripped her waist, his eyes clouding over as his gaze roved over her soaked underwear. They had ended up doing it against the wall.
Yup, Sakura thought, reluctantly getting up off the hard floor, the nights were absolutely amazing. And the days after, like today- ‘sigh’ were definitely the hardest. On top of missing and practically aching physically for him, they had to try and keep their lives going as normal as possible, and keep up an appearance for the benefit of the villagers. Sakura frowned. She really couldn’t care less but inside, she understood that such discretion was needed. He said he wanted it this way for her sake but she was doing it for his. He was the respected Copy Ninja, fearsome and lethal. She didn’t want him to lose his hard-earned respect by having his reputation tainted by the derisive snickers and whispers that would surely greet their relationship. The words might fade over time but the damage to his reputation would be done. She never wanted to see him fall. She never wanted him to be shunned by the very village he spent his life fighting for. At the end of the day, she wanted to be with him and if it had to be behind closed doors, then so be it.
As such, their days were spent as normally as they could, which meant that she hardly saw him, much to her dismay. But since she no longer trained under him, there wasn’t really any real reason for them to be together. Friendly lunches in the guise of catching up were kept to a minimum. Routes were elaborately marked that would allow each to see a glimpse of the other whenever possible. Grocery trips were staged so they could accidentally bump into each other and end up shopping together. But sometimes, temptation took over and what resulted were the stolen moments in the glade, a cozy rendezvous in the shadows and once, even leaning close, pressed against each other’s sides, arms folded against their chests and discreetly linking their fingers together! She prayed that it had looked innocent enough but Sakura realized that getting caught was a very real issue. They had to be more careful. They had to be stronger but it was hard…
Rubbing her tousled hair, Sakura headed over to the kitchen counter to make herself a cup of coffee. She had a few hours yet before she had to start getting ready for the ritual Team 7 'reunion' mission. She didn’t know how she was going to be able to hide her definitely obvious attraction for their ex-sensei in front of the two friends who had spent years with her. They knew her. This was going to be hard, she swallowed. She didn’t know how to act normally around Kakashi anymore. They were so comfortable with each other but back when he had trained them, they had managed to form a comfortable enough bond, after all. She didn’t know where that stopped and the familiarity that came with their newly established and rapidly developing relationship began. If she kept too much of a distance, no two people would take notice of it more than Naruto and Sasuke, she thought worriedly. But it wouldn’t exactly be the wisest thing to be observed to be way more comfortable with each other than they should be, Sakura thought wryly. And finishing the mission with the burden of keeping up appearances… Sigh! She felt closeted from reality as it was. She wasn’t sure she still knew how to be the Sakura she normally would be outside of the bubble of a dream world that was her and Kakashi’s burgeoning relationship. She didn’t know how she was ever going to manage.
But then again, Sakura thought as a small smile curved her lips, the very fact that she was lost in this hazy dream world with Hatake Kakashi was consolation enough. A dreamy sigh escaped into the echoes of the morning. Sakura placed the now empty mug in the sink. Yeah, Hatake Kakashi made it all worth it.