Bitch Nights

A/N: I sit here before my computer, fortified by a huge bowl of Dutch chocolate, vanilla and mint chocolate chip ice cream, topped with vanilla whipped cream, Oreo and Butterfinger bits and that cool Reese’s shell stuff that hardens on top. And I’m still terrified. I’ve never written a lemon before, much less one involving four people. Hell, I’ve never experienced anything bigger than a threesome. What the fuck was I thinking, putting together a relationship of this magnitude???

Oh, and thank you SO much for the awesome reviews!!! I was so worried people would get weird about Kakashi or someone being out of character, but you’ve all been so supportive so far! And here I was, afraid of Sasuke fan girls throwing tomatoes just because someone finally told the man with the world’s worst cowlick exactly what an ass he was. *bows deeply* Arigatou gozaimasu!

As for the reviewers who want to know if Sasuke’s allowed back in the group (after some serious groveling and emasculation, of course), I really don’t know. Sakura’s running the show in my head at the moment, and apparently she’s horny.

Which brings us back to the subject at hand. *takes a deep breath and a bite of ice cream* Here goes!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto, or any of the snack foods I mentioned above. Though they own me. And my waistline.


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They’d laughed, they’d cried, they’d ranted and raved. They’d bitched. When the sugar and sake got to be too much, they'd puked. Then, after checking the schedule to see who got to sleep on The Couch, Sai and Naruto spooned up together on the sinfully delicious leather with a blanket, while Kakashi and Sakura pulled her futon into the living room and arranged it on the floor next to them, pushing the low table out of the way.

“Sai, dammit, quit breathing on my neck like that!” Naruto grumbled, elbowing the man curled up behind him.

Sai’s reply was muffled. “You know you like it, Dickless. Too bad you can’t do anything about it.”

The barb was so old, Naruto didn’t even bother to get offended anymore. “Whatever.”

Sakura laughed up at the blond, who grinned at her from the edge of The Couch. “No fighting, you two. That couch cost a small fortune.”

Kakashi laughed as he casually spooned her from behind, “No shit, Sakura. We’re the ones that paid for it, remember?”

Sakura grinned; she did remember. Because she was the one who took the fewest missions, she was usually the one with the least amount of money. Most of her salary for working in the hospital went towards basic necessities like the mortgage, the rent for her tiny apartment, and food. And weaponry. But, by Kami, she wasn’t living with her parents, anymore, which was enough to make Inner Sakura do a little dance, screaming every time she thought about it.

She’d bought every stick of furniture in the apartment second-hand, but some cleaning and some handmade slipcovers made everything look fairly decent, and she took a lot of pride in what she was able to accomplish. She was an adult, now, paying for everything herself.

Except The Couch.

With promises of ramen and chakra-enhanced backrubs, she’d convinced her three boys to go couch shopping with her, with the plan being that they’d carry it home for her. Sure, she was as strong as the legendary Tsunade she studied under, so yeah, she could have carried it home by herself, but couches were long and hard to balance properly. And the thrift store was eight blocks away. And she lived on the second floor of her building.

And she just didn’t feel like fucking doing it. Dammit.

They’d agreed, partly because of the rewards she offered, but mostly because when they tried to decline, Inner Sakura had begun to make an appearance. They’d known her long enough to be familiar with that particular eyebrow twitch. However, on the way to the thrift store, they’d convinced her to actually set foot in a real furniture store. And there, she’d found The Couch.

It was long enough for Kakashi’s frame, wide enough for two of her friends to sleep-although some cuddling would be required-and it was covered with butter-soft black leather. She’d seen it in the store as she’d walked through, trying to disassociate herself from her three teammates (Kakashi was blatanly reading Icha Icha, Naruto was jumping on the display beds and Sai was being rude as usual concerning the aesthetic quality of the fabric patterns.)

She couldn’t help it. She just had a thing for leather, and the Couch was comfortable as hell to boot. So comfortable that before she knew it, she’d sprawled herself out. It was like being on a sweet-smelling cloud, and she’d writhed about, experimenting on the most comfortable position. She’d even let out a little moan at the sweet, musky scent of the leather.

Then she’d opened her eyes to see all the rest of Team Kakashi standing over her.

Staring.

And in Naruto’s case, damn near drooling. Sai, of course, seemed impassive as always, but there was a speculative quality to his gaze. Kakashi had actually put away his book. She’d marked the calendar the moment she’d gotten home.

At that moment, though, she’d sighed in contentment. “I’d be angry at the way you’re all looking at me, but this thing’s too damn comfortable.” This caused a blank stare as they obviously tried to imagine anything comfy enough to distract her from kicking their asses. She’d lazily reached up and grabbed the price tag. And grimaced, all hope sliding down the drain.

She’d started figuring in her head, trying to get the numbers to crunch enough to make the minimum monthly payment, but the prognosis was grim. Seeing her face, the others quickly huddled up and started discussing something in hushed whispers. Just as she’d finished racking her mental abacus, she saw Kakashi wave at a salesperson.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, “I can’t-“

“Is there something I can do for you today?” asked a sickeningly cheerful young man.

“Yeah!” Naruto was nearly bouncing in place. He pointed at the couch Sakura was still laying on. “We’ll take it!” From behind his back, he pulled out a large wad of cash, and she could see by the way the bills were creased that it had been pooled from all three of them. She remembered, guiltily, that the three had just returned from an S-rank mission, and it was probably their mission pay.

As she opened her mouth to protest, Sai leaned in close to her ear. “Please do not argue, Sakura-chan.” Had anyone else asked, she’d have chakra-slammed their ass, but for some reason, Sakura had a weakness for Sai that defied all logic. There was something about his utter quietness, and the knowledge of how empty his life had been until she and the others had entered it, that made it hard to tell him no. Which was fucking ridiculous, since she knew all four of them had similar childhood angsts, but therein lay the ‘defying all logic aspect.’ So she’d subsided, letting Kakashi and Naruto pay for the damn couch.

Of course, they’d made her pay for it to be delivered to the apartment. But hey, she couldn’t really blame them.

That, and she really, really loved The Couch.

And so did they, apparently. The Couch was often a source of contention when it came to staying the night. They’d tried settling the issue of which two got to share The Couch through a tournament of rock-paper-scissors, but Kakashi had been accused of using his Sharingan to cheat (which Sakura actually agreed with), so they’d finally written out a strict schedule, just to stop the bloodshed.

Sakura was thinking about the various mini-battles waged in her apartment over sleeping space, when she was distracted by Kakashi’s arms wrapping around her waist. Her sensei was a cuddler when left to his own devices. Something about body heat in close proximity caused him to turn into a giant heat-seeking amoeba. He’d originally apologized whenever they’d woken up wrapped around each other, but she’d finally told him to just give up pretending to be sorry about it. Especially since she’d already made the connection between her eighteenth birthday and his inability to keep his hands to himself (seeing as it had never happened when she was twelve, or even fifteen.) So now, taking the proverbial mile, he just went ahead and started snuggling/groping her before they ever fell asleep.

Of course, she couldn’t help but wonder how the conversation went with the two MALE members of the team. She couldn’t imagine Naruto waking up with an erection in his backside with any sort of maturity. Of course, once she started thinking of her boys in bed together, Inner Sakura tended to start blowing fuses with overcharged sexual fantasies. Seriously, why couldn’t she have had at least ONE unattractive guy on her team? It was SO unfair!

Kakashi snuggled closer, and she sighed. “Senseiii!” Her tone, intended to be a warning, grew softer as he nuzzled her shoulder.

“It’s cold.”

“It’s fucking SUMMER, you pervert.”

“ . . . I had too much ice cream?”

She sighed in aggravation and closed her eyes. Sleep remained elusive, however, as the group quietly talked among themselves. Mostly just odd fragments of the day’s happenings, but occasionally, they would address the subject at hand, if only to reiterate that the Uchiha was an ass.

Sleepily, Sakura rolled onto her back so that she could see all three teammates, causing Kakashi to grunt discontentedly. “Quiet, you. Hey, guys?” A mumbled ‘hmm?’ was her answer. “Can I have sex, now?”

In a flash, all semblance of sleepiness was gone as they simultaneously sat up to stare at her.

“N-nani?” Naruto spluttered, his voice raising an octave.

She glared at him for a moment, marveling at how red his face seemed despite the darkness, then lay back on the futon. She stared at the ceiling, refusing to look any of her boys in the eye. “Well, for fuck’s sake, Naruto! I held out for so long, thinking that I was saving myself for that damned bastard, and then, when I finally decided to move on, dating wise, you three systematically chased off or sabotaged anyone remotely interested in me.” She eyed Sai with particular annoyance at this point. He’d made a point to tell all of her suitors exactlywhat he thought of them. And their dicks. Somehow, he'd apparently ended up in the bathhouse with every single bachelor in Konoha at some point or other. “Seriously, the closest anyone’s ever gotten was when Kiba and I ended up making out by the front door. And then you three ‘conveniently’ show up out of nowhere, and just ‘happen’ to need to discuss a mission with him. A conversation, I might add, that makes him pale at the mention of it, and which he refuses to divulge any details of. And I ended up spending the night alone. Again.”

“But Sakura-chaaaaaan! Kiba-“

Sakura sat bolt upright, and pointed a finger at Naruto’s nose. “You say one thing about dog-breath, bad hair or bestiality and I’ll knock you into next week.”

Sai decided to be helpful. “It would be indeed unfair to point out his less than savory attributes when you share them yourself, Naruto-kun. I believe that’s what you have told me is called ‘hypocrisy.’”

Kakashi and Sakura couldn’t help but snicker at the expression on Naruto’s face. “What?! I don’t have bad breath! And I don’t sleep with animals.” He ran a hand through his hair and winced.

Sai grinned evilly. “Ramen may be your favorite food, but it’s not for everyone. And Kyuubi’s a fox, ne?”

Naruto tried to slug the artist, but the angle was bad. “Shut up! We’re not discussing me!”

Sakura pulled her knees up to her chest. “Both of you shut up!” They quieted. “I’m eighteen, and it’s not like we have any huge jerks in our age group for me to get mixed up with. I don’t stop any of you from dating, or visiting the red light districts whenever we go on missions.” This last was directed towards Naruto, who had picked up his Ero-Sennin’s worst habits. Kakashi was too professional to chase tail on the job, and Sai was too . . . well, Sai.

“Sakura-chan! That’s resear-, uh, recon! Looking for leads!”

“You probably won’t find them up some hooker’s skirt, Naruto! And even if you did, you’d be too distracted by what she’s doing with it.”

While the two jounins glared at each other, Sai tilted his head. “Sakura, you wish to have sexual intercourse without interference, correct?”

Sakura nodded vehemently, “Yes, dammit!” Inner Sakura shook her fist. [That’s what I said, dumbass!]

Naruto looked like she’d just kicked him. “But-but why someone else? Why not one of us?” His cerulean eyes were wide, and unspoken ‘Why not me?’ hovering in the air.

She shifted, uncomfortable with the way even Kakashi was staring at her. She rallied her courage with some encouragement from her Inner Ego. “Because I love all of you, not just one. And I won’t choose. It’s all or nothing, for me.”

A cricket chirped in the otherwise dead silence that permeated her living room. There was an almost silent whizzing sound, a soft thunk, and the insect was silenced as the perfectly thrown shuriken pierced its little body to the windowsill.

Sakura sighed, sadly. “And even if we could decide to share, there’d be no saving us from the inevitable jealousy and competitive tendencies shared by you three. Too much testosterone. Love has held us together for so long, but it could tear us apart just as easily. You’re my most precious people, and I couldn’t bear to lose any of you over hormones.”

None of them said anything, so Sakura resignedly lay back down and snuggled in closer to Kakashi. “Just forget I said anything. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, or weird any of you out.”

Kakashi’s deep voice rumbled through her chest, “It’s not that, Sakura . . .”

“I . . . we just . . ,” Naruto mumbled.

“Naruto-kun and Kakashi-san do not wish you to have sexual intercourse outside of the team.” Sai’s bland voice sliced through the tension knotting Sakura’s shoulders, and she laughed, just a little.

“Neither do I, Sai, but a girl’s got needs. What about you? Do you care?”

Sai hesitated, looking thoughtful. “Sexual bonds are supposed to be some of the closest you can form with another, yes?”

Uh oh. Sakura knew damn well that Kakashi had lent the artist some of his copies of Icha Icha after the first (and last) time Naruto had convinced him to go to a brothel with him. And, unfortunately, Junko/Jiraya’s philandering ways had likely made some sort of impact on the boy’s impressionable mind. Time for Damage Control, and Sakura looked straight at the man responsible.

Kakashi actually squirmed under the heat of her glare. “Well, Sai, there’s a difference between sex intended for physical needs and sex intended to . . . increase the emotional bonds between two people. Or more,” he amended.

Sai had The Look on his face, the one he got whenever they were trying to explain some complex emotional concept to him, like the day they discovered he had a male ego. Touchy stuff. “Are the two mutually exclusive?”

Kakashi coughed, “Well, no, sex is always good, but the reasons can be . . . different.”

Naruto and Sakura exchanged amused glances. They’d had The Talk with Kakashi back when they were fresh Genin-it was required for each sensei to make sure their students understood about the basic facts of life. He hadn’t done much better then, either. Of course, they’d been twelve at the time, and he was currently trying to explain things to an eighteen year old, emotionally stunted, ANBU-level jounin who’d likely never been kissed until that drunken dare Sakura had fallen victim to a few years back. It added a whole new spin of amusement on things.

Sai continued the process, speaking slowly, “So, if Sakura-chan had intercourse with Kiba-san, would that be for pleasure only?”

“Yes,” she answered honestly.

“And sex with one or more of us would be . . . to grow closer.”

“Yes.”

He was silent for a moment, and they all waited with bated breath for him to sort it out on his own. “Sakura-chan, why would you wish to choose your baser desires for pleasure over your desire to grow closer to us? Is that not the same sort of thing the Uchiha did, choosing his own desires and personal needs over those of his friends?”

Damn. His logic on that took her breath away. “It’s not . . . not the same thing, Sai. I don’t want to lose any of you.”

“So you push us away, then, Sakura-chan, for some poor substitute?” asked Naruto, his eyes beginning to glitter. “Sounds familiar to me.”

Her heart hit her throat. Was she really being that selfish?

Naruto reached for a nearly empty bottle of sake, and drained the last of the contents, grimacing at the warm staleness. “You say you love us, you want us. Did it ever occur to you that maybe we want you, too?”

Yes, it had. She knew. They knew that she knew. And she knew that they did. And so on. But the boys, usually so dominant in everything, had danced around that knowledge, never giving it voice or acting on it, until she’d convinced herself that it was her imagination, a byproduct of an over-inflated ego. Inner Sakura with delusions of grandeur.

“We’re a bunch of guys, Sakura-chan. Hell, one of us is Konoha’s resident pervert, and I’m the student of the great Ero-Sennin. You think we haven’t discussed the idea?” His eyes held a challenge.

Sakura froze, then flushed as Inner Sakura supplied her with various nighttime fantasies involving more than one at a time. “Naruto-kun!”

Kakashi’s grip on her waist firmed. “Naruto, I don’t think she’d considered a foursome for her first time.” His words were calm, which soothed her somewhat.

No, she hadn’t, but she sure as hell was now! She was reliving every wet dream of the last few years in her head, wondering exactly how to pull off some of the more interesting positions. Her skin heated as all of the blood in her body pooled between her legs. She quickly pressed her thighs together tightly, knowing that Naruto and Kakashi would both be able to smell her.

Sure enough, she heard a barely audible sniff behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see a look of unholy glee she usually only saw on the Kyuubi-container’s face spread itself across her team leader’s handsome features. He grinned at her, unabashed, and then lowered his face to nuzzle the curve of her neck. Unfortunately, her neck and shoulders were her biggest erogenous zone, so it only exacerbated the matter.

“On second hand,” Kakashi damn near purred, making Sakura wonder if Naruto had pulled of a Henge, “she may have, after all!”

“Sen. . . sei,” she stuttered, arching back. He gently nibbled on her shoulder, and Sakura’s eyes fluttered closed of their own accord.

There was a whisper of sound in front of her, and her lids flew back open to see the other two men slide off of The Couch and crawl over to her. Naruto made the movements seem almost natural, and, she supposed that, for him, it might very well have been second nature for him.

“Guys?” She scooted back a little, but that only pressed her back more firmly against Kakashi. Who was apparently very happy to see her.

The man chuckled darkly, brushing his lips against her ear. “As team leader, I could always make this a mandatory training mission.”

She snickered, “Training for WHAT, exactly?”

“Bonding,” Sai suggested.

“Teamwork,” Naruto added, helpfully, working on the buttons to her pajama top.

“I’m sure that will look good on the status report,” she quipped, the familiar banter grounding her in the unfamiliar situation unfolding before her. Her breath was quickly reduced to pants as her breasts were bared to the room at large, earning appreciative sounds from the more vocal of the peanut gallery. Sounds she quickly echoed as the two in front took full advantage of the opportunity.

“I’ll put something philosophical in there about ‘testing team cohesion through practical application of interrogation techniques,” Kakashi mumbled against her shoulder. His hands had already strayed from their regular ‘above the belt’ position to her thighs.

Naruto grinned around a mouthful of nipple. “That’s why you’re the boss!”

Sakura mock glared at him. “You haven’t even kissed me yet, you dork. Stop being so impatient and get up here.” She couldn’t help but enjoy the surprised happiness that lit up Naruto’s features as he moved to comply.

Kissing Uzumaki Naruto was everything and nothing like what she’d expected. She’d expected the enthusiasm, the overwhelming-ness of the kiss, but she hadn’t expected the tenderness he exhibited. Well, maybe she had. He’d pursued her for so long, like she’d chased after Sasuke. It made her heart hurt a bit to think of all the time she’d wasted between them. When Naruto finally pulled away, she looked into those laughing blue eyes, wishing desperately for the words to convey all she felt at that moment.

But, being Naruto, he understood without her having to say a word. Pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, he whispered, “I know, Sakura-chan.” Then the laughter was back, “Now lay back and let me have my wicked way with you for once!” He waggled his eyebrows.

So she did.

Sakura lost track of things for several minutes as six hands and three mouths took a thorough exploration of her body, slowly removing her clothes. Kakashi seemed to be content with his role as sensei as he gave guidance and suggestions to the less experienced boys assaulting her from the front. Those two were like fire and ice. Naruto was still his mildly hyper self, determined to try/touch/kiss/lick/explore everything that occurred to his wildly imaginative mind, Sai was slower and much more methodical. She strongly suspected he was working from his Icha Icha Paradise-based education, because he had a certain air of expectancy about her. Sort of a ‘If I do A, she should respond with B’ feeling.

When Sakura made the effort to take note of her surroundings, she was mildly surprised to discover her clothes missing altogether. She blushed hard. Being naked in front of the boys didn’t bother her, but being the ONLY one naked did.

“I think . . .” her thought was nearly derailed by Sai’s delicate touch trailing up her inner thighs. “Ahhh . . . Clothes. Off, now.”

Kakashi made a snort of amusement. “But your clothes ARE off, Sakura-chan,” he teased.

She growled, squirming around so that she could reach his shirt. “You. Naked. All of you. Now.”

Naruto laughed outright. “Most intelligent kunoichi in the village, yes. Most intelligible? No.”

Sai looked impressed. “Your vocabulary has improved.”

“Thanks, I-Hey!”

“Boys!” She sounded exasperated. She’d always had a theory that she wouldn’t be able to distract them from arguing even if she’d stripped and danced naked in front of them, and all she needed was the pole for them to have proved her right.

Inner Sakura offered a suggestion, cackling in evil glee.

“If you boys can’t get along, you default on the mission. And you know whom the mop-up crew consists of. Though I’m sure Kakashi-kun won’t mind taking up the slack this time.”

The younger men sweat-dropped, while Kakashi snickered, running his hands down her body, demonstrating just how much he wouldn’t mind. “And for the first time, I find myself actually hoping to be the cleanup crew.”

Naruto growled. “No way. All or nothing, remember?” He took the initiative by yanking off his black T-shirt, tossing it to the side with a clang from whatever weapons he’d concealed inside. Next went the pants and boxers(which she couldn’t help but notice were fucking ORANGE), until he was totally nude before her, Sai following a few moments later.

Inner Sakura wept with joy at her new toys.

They were as different as night and day. Naruto was all blonde hair and golden skin, from head to toe. No tan lines there, it was all natural. He was toned and muscular, which she’d already known, whereas Sai was as pale as porcelain. He also looked leaner, though she knew that he deliberately didn’t work on building any definition in his abs. She’d asked him once why he bothered with the half shirt, and he’d confided that his enemies tended to target his bared stomach, thinking it was a weak spot because there was no armor and little visible muscle. Who was she to argue? It worked.

[And they’re all OURS! We haven’t even unwrapped Kakashi, yet!]

He bent back over her and sucked on one of her nipples for a blissful few moments before kissing down her stomach to her naval and dipping his tongue inside.

Sakura’s senses blurred again as Sai joined in the assault. Had Kakashi not been holding her, she’d likely have rolled off of the futon, she was writhing so hard. As it was, the sounds she was making would have embarrassed the hell out of her, had she been in a state of mind to notice. “S-Sai . . . Naru . . . to!” she panted breathlessly. She strained against her sensei, who’d pinned her arms behind her back. She pressed backwards, rubbing up against his erection, still contained in his jounin uniform.

His breath came in a strangled gasp. “Naruto.”

The fox-carrier looked up from where he was carefully sliding two fingers in and out of her soaked pussy, “Hai?” There was some sort of silent signal she couldn’t see, because his face took on that brilliant, shining look of joy that far transcended his usual goofy grin. Suddenly, she felt Kakashi release her arms as he slid further to the side, so that her back could press fully back onto the bedding beneath her.

She suddenly had some insight as to what was coming.

[Us, in a minute]

‘Shut up, you.’

Naruto settled himself between her thighs, Sai and Kakashi flanking him, making Sakura blush harder at the way they were looking at her. “Are you ready, Sakura-chan?” Naruto’s voice was soft.

She slid her hands up his arms to his shoulders. “Yes, Naruto-kun.”

He bent down and captured her mouth in a tender kiss, then sat up a bit, so that their bodies were perpendicular. “Look at us, Sakura.”

She opened her eyes and took in the sight of her boys. Sai’s normally stoic face was flushed. Kakashi was on the other side of Naruto, and she felt the little jolt she always felt every time she saw him without his mask. Their hitai-ates were off, leaving them looking like super-sexy bedroom editions of themselves, especially with the way Naruto and Kakashi’s spikes kept falling softly down on their faces. Sai’s hair looked like a shimmering ebony curtain framing his face. Five eyes stared at her with lust and . . . something softer?

Sakura closed her eyes again, trying to imprint the image into her memory forever.

Kakashi’s hand touched the side of her face. She didn’t know how she knew whose it was, but she did. “Look at us. We want to see you.”

As her eyes fluttered open again, Naruto finally slid the head of his cock inside her, slowly pushing inside. There wasn’t any pain-she’d long since lost her hymen to the physical training required of her-but the feeling of being stretched was absolutely exquisite. She gasped and arched clear off of the bed. “Oh!” Her head tilted back and she bucked a little against him.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Kakashi whispered as he stretched out beside her. After a moment, Sai did the same on her other side, and the two quickly busied themselves teasing the rest of her.

Sakura enjoyed the first few careful thrusts for the sheer novelty of it, but it quickly became ‘not enough.’ “More.”

Naruto grinned, and picked up the pace. “Whatever you want, Sakura-chan.” He was sweating lightly now, trying to restrain from spilling himself too soon. He wanted her to come at least once before he did.

She was fairly sure she’d died and gone to heaven. “Oh . . . ohgod . . .”

“You called?”

That snapped her back a little, and she whapped Naruto gently on the shoulder. He just grinned unrepentantly at her and sped up.

She couldn’t help herself. The sensations her boys-her men-were introducing her to were so intense, she couldn’t keep still or quiet. She kept arching under Sai and Kakashi’s talented hands and mouths, bucking against Naruto’s body. If her mouth hadn’t been almost constantly occupied with being kissed, she’d have likely had the local police-or ANBU squad-knocking down her door.

She was on the edge of what promised to be a shattering orgasm, and she started to angle her hips sharply, needing just . . . a bit . . . more . . .

Which was quickly supplied as Kakashi’s hand slid down her body, his fingers pressing gently against her clit.

Her vision exploded into stars as she came harder than she’d ever come in her life. She felt like she could almost literally split her skin and float away. Her inner muscles clamped down like a vise on Naruto, who swore as the sensation pushed him over the edge.

Several seconds later, as she slowly floated back to earth, she was greeted by three decidedly wicked grins. She focused on remembering such inconsequential things as language. “Wh . . . what?”

Naruto leaned back down to where she lay hazily looking at him. “You are absolutely beautiful when you come, Sakura-chan.”

She blushed at the general rumble of agreement, as Naruto slowly disengaged from her, moving to sit beside Sai.

Kakashi’s hand hadn’t moved, and he gently pressed again, making her whole lower half jerk. “One down.”

Sakura’s eyes, which had been threatening to close, flew open.

‘Oh God.’

Inner Sakura cackled. [Two more to go!!!]

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A/N Okay, sorry, had to break here. This chapter ended up being waaaaay longer than I thought it would be, so it’s got to be broken up into two chapters. I’ll upload the other one, shortly, as soon as it gets typed, I promise.

In the meantime, love y’all. Please read and review, but keep the Katons to Genin-level, please? Constructive criticism is always welcome, of course.

Ja ne!

Dina-chan