Sensei and Me

A/N: Thank you Tegan, Toodles, bluemoon, and moodymel! Your comments really inspired me to keep writing, otherwise it might have taken longer to churn this one out. :) I'm glad you're liking it so far.



This chapter's pretty frickin long... didn't mean it to be that way, but who knows, maybe that's a good thing?



-------- CHAPTER 3 ---------





The next day passed in a blur. Sakura woke up sore and tired, and tried to get out of morning practice by saying she had a headache. Kakashi wouldn't let her though, and he set her through just as many training courses as the two boys. It was obvious though to her other teammates that something was different about the young girl, and Kakashi dismissed her half an hour before the rest to "gather herself up" before their final trek into town. Her sensei was treating her the same as usual, lazily turning pages in his book and appearing to take little notice of his students, though he noticed well enough when they were slacking off. Sakura understood that his behavior was necessary and that, even though they had spent some intimate time together, it was silly to expect him to treat her differently - plus dangerous if they were found out - but she couldn't help but feel slightly let down. She wanted him to hold her again. More importantly, she wanted to feel his fingers, and the annoying tingle between her legs had returned. She couldn't stop herself from admiring her teacher's hands and body as he did even the simplest things, such as turning a page in his book. He had caught her staring at him too many times to count.



"Gosh, Sakura, what's wrong with you?" Naruto demanded as she failed to block yet another kick.



"I... uh... don't feel too well," Sakura murmured, trying to be nimble and ignore the sore spot between her legs. She had woken up with spots of blood in her underwear, though she knew it wasn't her period. But Kakashi-sensei had said that would be normal. She hoped he was right.



The day wore on and the four continued to walk until finally, towards sunset, they arrived at the town of Momoto. The gardener's shop was evident immediately and they dropped off the packages of seeds, then Kakashi took out the remainder of the mission scroll and assigned them tasks that they would have to do the next day - weed the lawn in front of the community center, help build a tool shed for the local school, and freshly paint a house or two. Sasuke accepted the assignments without comment while Naruto grumbled about this not being "real ninja work." Sakura sighed - she was so tired of the boy's antics. She liked the way Kakashi dealt with business, not taking any nonsense and fulfilling his duties. In fact, she was finding it hard to dislike anything about him.



They ate dinner in the local ramen joint before heading to their hotel. Kakashi used the mission money to buy two rooms, one for her and the boys, the other for himself. He escourted them to their rooms and ushered Naruto and Sasuke inside, but Sakura hung around the door, wanting to say something meaningful to her sensei but unsure of how to do it, especially with her team mates right there. He glanced down at her, his eye sweeping briefly over her body, and she blushed - he had seen every part of her last night. Was he thinking of her now?



Kakashi hesitated for only a moment, then dropped the key in her hand. "This is a spare key to my door," he said quietly. "If any of you need me, you know where to find me. Now go to sleep."



Sakura nodded mutely, her eyes wide. Did it mean anything? She couldn't be sure. With a smile and a small wave, she closed the door behind her and went to sit on her bed, attempting to ignore the annoying noise coming from the two boys.



"Get off me, fag! Stop touching me!" Sasuke growled, batting Naruto's hand away.



Sakura watched in surprise as Naruto tried to grab at Sasuke's crotch again, laughing. "Oh come on, you like it!"



Sasuke darted a look at Sakura. "No I don't! Get off me!"



Naruto laughed again and the two boys fell over together, tumbling across the floor. Sakura blushed and frowned - from this perspective she could see the bulge in Naruto's pants. Her eyes went wide when she saw another bulge in Sasuke's pants. The two were wrestling, but at the same time they seemed to be rubbing their crotches together, and every once in a while a heated moan would slip out between curses and grunts. At first Sakura felt annoyed, but that soon changed to fascination.



Sakura shifted on the bed. Her old self would have gotten upset at this, but now she was too preoccupied with thoughts of Kakashi. She wondered what her sensei was doing in the room next door. Her hands began to wander, and she barely stopped herself from rubbing a finger against her crotch. Was he pleasuring himself? She glanced at the key lying next to her on the bed. Had that been some kind of signal?



"Uh, Sakura?" Naruto's voice drifted to her from across the room. Sakura looked up and raised her eyebrows when she saw the two boys. Naruto had Sasuke on his stomach, the dark boy's ass in the air, and Naruto was covering him, pinning down his hands. "Uh, could you uh - give us some time alone?" Naruto said, his voice straining as he struggled to hold Sasuke. "We need privacy."



Sakura nodded wordlessly, part of her wishing she could stay in the room and curious as to what was about to happen - but this was the perfect excuse for her to sneak over and say hi to Kakashi. Maybe she could tell him about her problem - how the tingling hadn't yet stopped between her legs. Maybe he would finally fix it for her; he seemed to know how.



"Alright," she said, scrunching up her face and trying to act like her normal self. "I'll see you two in a few hours. Don't hurt yourselves now!"



The boys sniggered and Sakura was slightly confused as to why - she figured at most they probably just wanted to wrestle - but she got up anyway, the key tightly clenched in her hand. "Goodnight!" she called, and stepped out through the door. She shut it tightly behind her, and just as the door clicked shut, she heard more thumping and a few deep groans. Sounded like the boys were having fun.



Sakura went to Kakashi's room, a tremor of nervousness running through her. She wondered if she should knock or just go in - would it be suspicious if someone saw her out in the hall? For a moment it really hit her what she was doing; she was sneaking into her sensei's apartment so he could touch her. She knew it wasn't allowed - she didn't know what the penalties were exactly, but she was sure they had to be severe.



Boistering her courage, Sakura put the key in the lock and turned it, figuring she shouldn't have to knock if he had given her the key itself. The door opened easily and silently and she stepped inside, her mouth having gone dry - her lips parted to speak....



Then she paused.



The room was dark. She could see her sensei's travel bags propped against the wall, but other than that the place was empty. With a small frown she walked around the room, inspecting the bed in the corner and the nightstand, the small chest under the window. She checked the ajoining bathroom, but it was also empty, though the shower facet was dripping slightly. Apparently her teacher had taken a quick shower, but now he was most definitely gone.



Sakura slumped down on the bed, discouraged and more disappointed than she wanted to admit. Kakashi wasn't here... she missed him already, she wanted to feel his arms again, his lips against hers. Was it wrong to feel this way? It was so real... it felt right, though she knew no one would approve.



After a moment Sakura stood up, straightening her short red dress and running a hand through her hair. Well, nothing else for it - she would have to find Kakashi herself. She knew that adults liked to drink, and she had seen a bar next door - probably that was where he had gone to. She certainly couldn't go back into her room at any rate; she had told Naruto that she would return in a few hours, and she doubted that five minutes was long enough for him and Sasuke to finish... whatever they were doing.



With a slight skip in her step, Sakura locked the door to Kakashi's room behind her and headed for the stairs, figuring that she would check the bar first. She quickly traveled out through the common room and into the night, waving to the clerk on duty as she left. Immediately she turned to her right and walked along the cobblestones, headed for the bar; it was lit by a single, lonely streetlight. Sakura stopped before the building, feeling a little nervous; it was a seedy looking place with a faded sign hanging above the door, proclaiming "Drink and Be Merry." Warm golden light flooded out of the windows and the roar of laughter and loud voices seeped from under the door. Sakura hesitated only a moment before putting her hand on the knob and pulling the door open. She was engulfed by light and warmth.



Sakura looked around the crowded bar, drawing a few curious glances though no one stopped her. "Hey kid," a waitress said as she passed by, carrying a tray of drinks. "Ain't you a bit young to be in here?"



"I'm looking for my sensei," Sakura explained, but the waitress only shrugged and kept walking, pushing her way through the crowd. It seemed like most of the people in this place were men, and they all towered over her, blocking out any clear view she might have had. Sakura pushed and prodded her way through, keeping an eye out for her sensei's familiar black mask and silver hair, but so far she didn't see him. It took her a full minute to reach the other side of the room, and still she had no luck. Sakura paused at the entrance to the back hallway and turned around, now surveying the pub from the opposite side. A wooden crate of bottles was propped up next to her, and she easily climbed on top of it, finally able to see above the heads of the crowd. She squinted, looking around - ah! There!



Kakashi was sitting in a booth to the far side of the room, a tall glass of amber liquid in one hand and a woman in the other. Two women, to be in fact - one was the waitress from before, her ample cleavage spilling out on the table as she laughed over something the shinobi had said. The other was a dark little brunette, who was wearing hardly anything more than a bra and had her hand pressed against Kakashi's leg under the table. It took Sakura a long moment to get over her shock - she knew her sensei had physical needs, but when she saw where the woman's hand was resting, she felt a flush of anger and jealousy rush through her. The woman's fingers were playing across her sensei's crotch, the very same place Sakura had so shyly touched last night. She knew she had no claim to Kakashi, but her old temper rose in the back of her mind, and for a moment she saw red.



An angry tear squeezed out of her eye, and Sakura rubbed at it angrily. Bastard! How could he do this to her? Sure, he hadn't expected her to follow him to the bar, but wasn't she enough? Did he really need to fool around with other women? With an angry growl, she threw the key to his room down on the ground, then hopped to the floor before he could see her. She turned and ran down the hallway blindly, bumping into several bodies and not caring. She didn't even know where she was running to - she just had to get away.



Sakura was still making her way down the darkened hallway when suddenly a hand closed on her arm, stopping her in her tracks. For a moment she was reminded of her sensei, but then a blast of fowl breath hit her neck and a croaky voice demanded, "Hey chit! What's a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?"



Sakura turned, fear racing through her, and she looked up at the man who had a hold of her arm. He was grinning, obviously pleased by his catch; his companion stood next to him, equally in shadow. They were both tall and wide, covered in muscle but with flabby stomachs. Sakura gulped.



"Let go of me!" she shouted, trying to struggle and use some of the ninja tricks that she had been learning during training. They were useless though - the man's grip was far too strong, and she was too inexperienced. The two just laughed, their voices spilling over her like dirty water.



"Haha, very cute, sweety," the first man said, then looked at his companion. "She's kinda pretty, ain't she? Nice ass for a little girl."



"I love them when they have small tits," the man behind him growled, and Sakura felt her throat close as he reached forward, roughly grabbing the small mounds on her chest. She winced in disgust and a little pain as he found her nipple and pinched it through the fabric, his touch nothing like the gentle teasing of Kakashi's fingers.



"Take her to the storage room, no one ever goes in there," the second man murmured, and the first one nodded. Suddenly Sakura found herself being dragged forward, and she struggled hard, trying to get the men to release her - she beat down with her hands, shoving them away, squirming to break free. The men just ignored her, continuing to force her steps.



They reached a door to their right and after a short jingling of keys, the man unlocked the room and they went inside - apparently these two worked in the bar. It was dark at first, but they flipped a switch and abruptly light shone down from the ceiling, illuminating the room with a single, naked lightbulb. The place wasn't much - just enough room for a few crates of beer and a shelf of dried goods. There were no windows - no way of escaping.



There was no time to lose. Sakura thrashed harder, then jammed her foot down on the first man's instep, finally breaking her hand free. She opened her mouth to scream, throwing herself towards the door, but suddenly another hand came out of nowhere and smacked her across the face.



Wham! Sakura yelped and went rolling over, the hit far more powerful than anything she had received while training. With a grunt she hit the shelf of dried goods and slumped to the ground, her head spinning, already able to feel the hot swelling in her cheek. She heard the door shut and the click of a key turning the lock, then the first man - the pudgy one - lifted her off of the ground.



Smack! His hand hit her across the face, harder than the last time, and Sakura tasted blood. She opened her eyes slowly, her vision swimming, and whimpered.



"Good girl, now shut up," the man said. "If you make one more fucking sound, we're going to slit your neck."



There was a glint of a knife and Sakura's eyes went wide. Trembling, she nodded her head.



"Good, now hold her up," the fat man said, and they dragged her to the center of the room, then the taller man grabbed her hands, forcing them behind her back and tying her. Then he grabbed her small body and held her forcefully. Sakura let out a small sob, the fear becoming so intense that she couldn't keep the tears down anymore. The men laughed, then the fat one approached her from the front, running his hands over her body. He grinned at her, pinching her nipple again, then took out a knife and started cutting through her clothes, first slitting the dress down the front to expose her bra, and then cutting through that as well. Sakura's small tits popped forward, rising up and down with her panicked breaths.



"Mm I love them young," the fat man muttered, and leaned over her. Sakura didn't have time to catch her breath - his face pushed against hers and she felt a tongue forcing its way into her mouth, foul-tasting and invasive. She knew better than to bite down; the threat of the knife was still clear in her mind, and in this position, she couldn't do anything to defend herself.



The second man's hands were rubbing their way up her bare legs; he held her locked with one arm while the other explored her lower regions. Much to Sakura's shame and horror, she felt the tingling begin in her crotch. She let out a whimper of protest as the second man touched her, then laughed, turning to his companion.



"Look at this, heh, she wants it!" he crowed, licking his fingers. The first man had finished with her mouth and was starting on her neck, moving slowly down to her collar bone.



"How does she taste?" he asked between licks.



"Like honey," the second man grunted, before his fingers returned to her hole. This time he forced a finger up into her, not even bothering to brush over her clit, and Sakura let out a small cry as the finger was pushed up to its knuckle. She was still sore from Kakashi's demonstrations and the man was not trying to be gentle. Sakura gasped as the fat man's mouth landed on her breast, sucking insistantly at her nipples and drawing them into tight, puckered peaks. She tried not to cry - her heart was racing in panic, the fear foremost in her mind, but for some reason her body was betraying her. Her natural fluids were dripping down her legs.



Suddenly the position changed; the man's hand left her crotch, and she heard his pants unzip. "She's fresh," the man said. "I think she was just opened recently, if at all."



"They're all fresh this young," the other man said. "Are you going to fuck her first?"



"Her ass," the man behind her growled, and Sakura felt something long and hard suddenly push against her back. "I just need to lube her up a bit more. It's not as fun dry."



"That always was your thing," the man in front of her said, biting her nipples none-too-gently. Sakura gasped and squirmed, letting out tiny mewls of terror. The man laughed. "Cute, ain't she?"



"Yeah." The man behind her pushed his fingers into her hole again, swirling them around as though gathering her fluid, then she felt those fingers leave and travel backward, playing again around another hole. Sakura bit her lip, unsure of what to expect, but she had no time to prepare herself - his fingers, lubed by her own fluid, slipped into her tiny ass. She gasped and moaned, shivering as his thick index finger pushed into her tight hole, invading her and humiliating her at the same time. She let out a sob.



"Please!" she cried, the tears running down her cheeks. "Please don't, please...."



"Shut up and take it, love," the man in front of her growled. "Get on with it, Lenny, we ain't got all night. I want to put it in her mouth."



Sakura's eyes widened as Lenny grunted behind her. Within seconds his fingers had removed themselves from her ass and instead something bigger was pushing against it, something thick... it was far too thick!



Sakura screamed as the cock forced into her from behind, and she received a smart smack across the face from the fat man, the blow sending her head spinning and for a moment she saw blackness. When she came back to herself, the thick cock was parting her hole and filling her to the point where she thought she would rip. Her ass wasn't made for this - the muscles fought the intrusion, causing even more pain, and she starting sobbing uncontrollably. She wanted to scream for help, but suddenly her feet were on the ground and Lenny was bending her over forward, fucking her in the ass and pumping into her body, and the fat man in front of her pushed his thick dick into her mouth. He and Lenny pumped in unison, groaning and twisting. Sakura gagged, her eyes wide as the man's cock slid over her tongue, touching the back of her throat before he drew out and shoved back in. Tears began to run down her cheeks - this wasn't supposed to be happening to her!



Smack! A hand came down on her ass, leaving a bright red mark and stinging like fire. Lenny laughed, then moaned. "Damn, her ass is so tight," he gasped, jamming his cock into her again. "She's squeezing me - god, yes, that's right! Take it!"



Sakura closed her eyes tight. She could barely breathe. The thought crossed her mind that maybe this was how she would die-



Bam!



Abruptly something hit the door hard enough to rattle the jars on the shelves. Both men paused in their movements, looking around in alarm.



Bam! Bam!



On the third kick, the door crashed open, and the man in front of her let out a yell, pulling out of her mouth. Sakura gasped for air and promptly threw up, emptying the content of her stomach onto the ground between sobs of fear.



"Sakura!"



The voice was familiar and welcomed, and Sakura looked up with tear-stained eyes, immediately meeting Kakashi's gaze. Her sensei was staring at her, a stricken look on his face - then that look turned to one of pure rage. All that she could think of was that she had just thrown up and the sides of her mouth were stained.



Then everything started to move. Sakura wasn't too sure of what happened after that. The man pulled out from behind her, but too late - Kakashi rammed into both of them, smashing both men into the wall. She heard screams and shouts as glass broke and bones snapped - at one point she thought she saw Kakashi wielding the rusty knife that the men had used to cut her clothes with. She caught a glimpse of him catching one man and throwing him to the ground, forcing his legs apart and grabbing his balls, putting the blunt knife against the flesh....



Sakura had closed her eyes at that point, but she remembered a lot of blood. And a lot of screaming.



Then Kakashi was picking her up, cradling her to his chest, doing his best to cover her in her shredded clothes. He left via the back hallway, not saying a word until they reached the street outside - then he brushed his masked face against her forehead. Sakura figured he had meant it as a kiss.



"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, Sakura-chan," he murmured as he carried her back to their hotel. Sakura just curled up tighter against him, pushing her head against his chest. She could smell alcohol on his breath, and when she concentrated, she noticed that he wasn't exactly walking in a straight line. Was he drunk? She couldn't be sure, he seemed to be in such tight control. "A waitress told me that she had heard noises in the hall, and she mentioned seeing you earlier... I saw the door key I had given you...."



Sakura shook her head, burrying her face in his neck and letting out a few tiny sobs. Her ass hurt, but it was nothing compared to the sense of violation and disgust she was experiencing. "It's okay," she gasped between tears. "It's not... your fault...."



Kakashi grunted his disagreement, but didn't say anything further. Suddenly they were inside the hotel, walking through the main lobby and up the stairs, the clerk thankfully absent. Then Kakashi was turning a key in his door - the same key he had given her - and carrying her inside. Sakura kept her eyes half-closed as she was taken into the bathroom and set gently on the toilet lid - Kakashi turned from her and started the water running. He was making her a bath.



"Sensei. . . ?" she said hesitantly, watching him out of her half-closed eyes. She could see blood on his hands, probably from what he had done to the rapists, but he quickly washed them off in the rushing water.



"Yes, Sakura?"



"I'm sorry."



Kakashi turned to her and grabbed her arm, his sudden seriousness taking her aback. Sakura stared at him, wide-eyed, and couldn't help but flinch - for some reason she was expecting another slap.



But Kakashi just stared at her. "Don't say that," he finally murmured. Then his hand went to her face, stroking along her swollen cheek. "God, don't say that, just look at you! I shouldn't have left... it's my own fault. There's a rule, you know... shinobi aren't supposed to drink on missions."



Sakura frowned - it wasn't like her sensei to go against the rules, was it? "Then why were you drinking?" she asked hesitantly. Her next words made her blush, but she forced them out anyway. "And why were you with those women?"



Kakashi looked up at her, surprise registering in his one visible eye, then he quickly turned away, going back to check the tub. The bathroom was so small that they were forced next to each other and he couldn't move far. "I needed to... clear my head," he muttered, reaching out to turn off the facet. When he turned back to her, he had a smile on her face that seemed to be almost too cheerful for the situation. "Come on, let me help you clean."



Sakura nodded, unsure of what he had meant by "clearing his head", but she was sure it had been important. His hands brushed over her slightly as he helped her undress, pulling the ruined dress from her shoulders and throwing away her ripped panties and bra. Sakura couldn't help but shudder when his fingers accidentally brushed over her breasts - for a moment they started to harden, but then she thought back to another pair of fingers, these ones harsh and unyielding... and then her breasts softened again. She was at least thankful of one thing - with Kakashi, she felt safer than anywhere else.



As he lowered her gently into the bath, she glanced up at his face, still covered by the mask. "What did you do to those men?" she asked, then winced as her bruised ass hit the hot water. For a moment she wanted to cry, she was so sore. "Did you kill them?"



Kakashi shrugged, but she could tell he was grinning slightly. "Worse than that," he murmured.



"How do you mean?"



"Let's just say they won't be rubbing themselves any time soon," he replied after a short pause.



Sakura thought she understood, though she had a hard time imagining it. She thought of the knife and the men's balls. Kakashi hadn't... had he? Maybe she didn't want to know.



Kakashi helped bathe her for the next half hour, cleaning every inch of her body until she practically sparkled, and despite the tramatic events of the past hour, Sakura felt the tingling begin between her legs again. She couldn't help it - for so long she had dreamed of bathing Kakashi, and now he was bathing her. Even though he avoided her crotch and breasts, she could see his eyes travel there again and again, and she knew he was thinking of something. She just wished she knew what.



Finally the bath was over and her sensei gave her a towel to dry herself off, then they walked into the main room, Sakura looking longingly at the bed. She was starting to feel tired. Kakashi glanced around the room, then went to check through his bags, finally pulling out a long black shirt that he apparently used as a spare.



"Here, put this on," he said, pulling the shirt over her head - it fell to just below her thighs, like a normal nightshirt would fit her. But the sleeves were drastically too long, and Sakura stared at her hidden hands in amusement. Finally she sat down on the bed, Kakashi next to her, and the two just looked at each other.



"Sensei..." she started, unsure of what to say. Now that they were alone together after so much had happened, she wasn't sure of how to voice her feelings. She wanted him to touch her again, but was now really the best time? She wanted the ache between her legs to go away. She wanted comfort after the ordeal she had been through - certainly emotional comfort, but mainly physical. Her body craved it.



"I'm a little drunk, Sakura," Kakashi suddenly said. She frowned, a blush creeping up into her cheeks though she didn't know why.



"Uh, it's alright-"



"So if I stop making sense, let me know," he said, his tone slightly teasing. Then his voice turned serious. "And no, Sakura, it isn't." Kakashi looked away from her, running a hand through his hair. "It isn't alright at all, you don't have to act mature about this. I should have been there, it was stupid of me, I should have... I wanted to...."



Sakura frowned even more, reaching her hand out to timidly touch his shoulder. She was surprised to find his shoulders shaking, though from anxiety or pent-up rage, she couldn't be sure.



"Wanted to what?" she asked, before she could stop herself.



Kakashi glanced at her, then sighed and looked away. "I wanted your first time... to be better," he said lamely, shrugging her hand from his shoulders. "I wanted you to keep your innocence just a little longer. I mean, some rubbing isn't going to hurt anyone... but I wanted everything to be a good experience. I didn't want you to grow up feeling used by an older guy, or to regret those first few moments... those things are important - well, for girls at least." He turned to look at her then, and abruptly he lowered his mask, almost as though he had forgotten about it and had just remembered that she couldn't see the sincerity on his face. As his handsome features came into view, Sakura felt her heart begin to pound - this was the man who was apologizing to her? This was the man who wanted her first time to be special?



Kakashi reached out and touched her cheek gently. "Now your virginity was taken against your will, and you won't have any good memories."



Sakura's eyes widened, and for a moment her breath caught in her throat. Her virginity? That obscure thing that her mother prized so highly yet never bothered to explain to her? Sakura frowned, worrying at her lower lip.



"How do you mean, virginity?" she finally asked.



Kakashi let out a breath that almost sounded like a groan, then he ran another hand through his hair. "Well, I guess you might as well know now," he muttered, "Though I really shouldn't be the one to tell you this. Your virginity is your first time, Sakura, your first time having... sex."



"Like what we did last night?"



If it was possible, it almost seemed that Kakashi blushed. He barked an awkward laugh and shook his head. "No, I just opened you, that's all... sex is... when a man puts his member inside of your hole. The hole where I put my fingers last night."



Sakura frowned even more, picturing this in her head and then remembering the horrific happenings of the previous hour. "But they didn't touch me there," she finally said, confused.



Kakashi went very still, so still that for a moment she thought he had turned to stone. A long moment passed as he stared at his clasped hands, then abruptly looked up at her. "What do you mean, they didn't touch you there?"



Sakura shrugged, shrinking back slightly at the intense expression on his face. No lights were on in the room and the moonlight made his features even more exotic, turning his skin and hair pale while his eye was like a glittering black orb. "They... well, they put fingers there," Sakura murmured, looking down and blushing. "But that was it. He - he put his uh - thing... in my butt."



Kakashi was silent for almost a minute, hardly even moving, and Sakura thought for sure that she was in some kind of trouble. She wasn't sure of what to expect from her sensei - he had responded strangely to things that before she had thought of as normal. "Sakura, you're sure of that?" he finally said, his voice so soft it could have blended with the shadows.



Sakura nodded slowly, hoping the truth was the best answer. "Uh... yeah, I'm positive," she mumbled, trying not to sound sarcastic.



Kakashi was silent for another long moment, then he asked, "Why were you looking for me, Sakura?"



She blushed even harder, if that was possible, but this question seemed to have a different tone to it. Almost as though he already knew the answer. She swallowed hard. "Well I... I uh... it hasn't stopped, sensei. I still feel it tingling - down there, you know - and it still aches. I thought maybe you could make it go away for good?" She glanced at him, even though it took all of her courage to do so. He was staring at her, still completely serious and intense. "You said you could," she reminded him.



Kakashi let out a slow breath, then he closed his eyes for a long moment, as though coming to a decision deep within himself. When his eyes opened next, Sakura could see a change come over his expression - it was still equally intense, but somehow it was softer, more compassionate. Slowly Kakashi leaned forward, inching his way towards her, and it took Sakura a long moment to figure out what he was doing. Then his lips touched hers, and her eyes widened in shock - although he had taken a long time to reach her, she still hadn't been expecting the kiss. It was light and gentle, teasing across her mouth in a way that made her smile and butterflies explode in her stomach. Finally Kakashi pulled back, pecking her lightly on the nose.



"I can take the ache away," he said quietly, staring down at her, his voice suddenly lower. "Will you let me give you a good memory?"



Sakura nodded breathlessly, her stomach knotting in anticipation. When her sensei's hand landed on her leg, she knew she would finally get what she wanted. Kakashi grinned down at her, and his smile made a shiver go down her spine. "I opened you," he said softly. "Now I suppose I should finish the job, hm?"



Sakura couldn't think of how to respond. He pushed her back onto the bed.



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Next chapter soon to come, it will probably be the last one.