Heart-Shaped Box

He noted the height difference between them when there was nothing left betwixt them but an opportunity--if you could call it that. He towered over her small frame and he found himself forced to look down at her when he felt her fingers entangle themselves in his hair and tug viciously.  Under normal circumstances she would have had to stretch to reach him but with his hair being the way it was....

He liked to think he made no outward reaction to her actions but truthfully it made him a little angry.

He was about to push her away from him when she undulated her body against his causing him to hiss. Her fingers were deft and swift as she unbuttoned his shirt. She didn't bother to remove it all the way instead she raised her hands and ran her fingers over his exposed skin that was quickly becoming hypersensitive under her touch.

 

He felt a little foolish to realize he was quickly being overwhelmed and didn't like it in the least. Kakashi grabbed Sakura's hands and stilled her touch looking down into her eyes that sparkled briefly with determination before they shifted and filled with heat. Her lips parted slightly and her tongue darted out to moisten her lips.

 

It was an invitation that he refused. He didn't want to kiss her lips. He wouldn't do it ever again if he had the choice. Instead, he began walking forward forcing her to move back towards the bed. Her breathing hitched as she suddenly realized where they were headed and what would happen once they got there.

 

Eventually, she tumbled back onto the bed and Kakashi took that opportunity to finish undressing himself.

 

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Sakura watched as Kakashi shirt slid off his body with agonizing slowness. She knew what was coming and yet her body still trembled slightly with fear. Yes, for a moment or two she had mustered up boldness that she thought he would like but that didn't seem to be the case.

At first she was certain that he liked what she had done. His body seemed to say so. However, when she tilted her head upwards readying herself for his kiss she was certain that he was repulsed by her. It had stung more than a little bit to see it and it threw her into a sea of confusion.

 

What did she have to do to get her sensei to desire her so that she would no longer have to fear the touch of other men? So that she wouldn't have to touch another? She had begun to think that in some way, form, or fashion she was lacking as a woman; although she had no thoughts that the problem could be that she was not yet a woman but rather a girl in the eyes of her sensei.

 

In fact, given the vast amount of intelligence she possessed and the knowledge that had been imparted to her by Kurenai it never once occurred to her that Kakashi might have trouble actually performing the act with her. In her mind Kakashi was the most elite of all ninja and very little was beyond him in capability.

What was it to him to have sex with her? While it was true that she was aware that before any of this began he was a little weirded out by it all she never once thought that in the end he wouldn't take pleasure in the act. He was a man—a perverted man at that. He surely loved sex. So the problem had to be her.

The Madam had been right. She hadn't satisfied Kakashi. She had failed and it was obvious to everyone that was true. Tears pricked the back of her eyes but she fought valiantly not to let them fall. He wouldn't be pleased with her tears.

Soon his body covered hers with his own and she felt his lips tug at her ear after he softly whispered. “I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid. It's okay.”

 

Was it really okay? She didn't think it ever would be, but when she felt his lips on her neck nipping and biting she started to forget. When his hands roamed over her body hungrily her thought process became sluggish.

And suddenly somehow she knew that he hadn't wanted to kiss to her lips. He felt his actions were wrong and he didn't want to defile her anymore than he had to. Sakura's back arched into his mouth as his tongue began to tease her nipple.

Why did she know this? Why was she so certain that was why Kakashi hadn't wanted to kiss her? Sakura shook her head and pushed it aside and focused on what she should have been in the first place. Pleasing Kakashi.

 

She raised her hands tentatively and let her hands travel down his spine noting him shiver when she did so. She did it once more and that time he groaned. Sakura chewed her bottom lip realizing that his back was really sensitive. She hadn't noticed it last time. She assumed it was because she had a lot of emotional stuff going on at the time, but suddenly she found herself curious.

 

She was well aware how hypersensitive her body became when he touched her, but did he feel the same intensity when she touched him? What if she tasted him like he seemed to enjoy doing to her? Would that be okay?

 

Kakashi's hand reached between them in an effort to pleasure her but Sakura reached out to stop him.

 

“Let me...” Her words trailed off causing Kakashi to look down at her and frown. Sakura almost lost her nerve under his perusal. She didn't lose said nerve but she did lose the ability to put what she wanted into words. So she pushed at his chest until his body no longer covered hers.

 

He assumed that she wanted to stop and had she been thinking clearly she might have taken that opportunity to stop the whole sordid process. But she was starving and wanted something to eat and maybe she truly was becoming a whore but it didn't matter.

 

She'd do what she must and feel bad about it later.