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The Many Things Underneath
AN: Another short little bit, but it can go anywhere before Chapter 14, I suppose. Little bit of humor, little bit of smut—enjoy.
Director's Cut - Chapter 3
Sakura wished desperately that she had shoes on, just so she could stomp loud enough to show her extreme displeasure. As it was, she did her best with her bare feet as she slammed her dresser drawers shut as hard as she could without breaking them. Then, with fists clenched and flames in her eyes, she stomped over to the door connecting her bedroom with the living room, where Team Kakashi had crammed themselves for a team meeting. Sasuke was currently attending another of his mandatory hour-long ‘chats‘ with Ibiki.
An hour, of course, wasn’t nearly enough time to have hardly any fun, since that included the time needed to get from the Hokage tower back to the nearest apartment. They barely even had time to fool around, much less indulge in a full-blown orgy.
Which was a problem. All four of them had itches that needed scratching, and there was just never enough time around babysitting Sasuke. It was getting to the point that anytime two or three of them were off by themselves, they were dragging each other off to the nearest apartment or secluded area. As in all new relationships (or so Kakashi claimed), they were in the ‘honeymoon phase,’ where the couple (or more) couldn’t get within arm’s reach of each other and NOT fuck like bunnies on Viagra.
And they’d tried, they really had, but it seemed damn near impossible to keep their hands to themselves. Of all of them, Sai probably had the best success rate, followed by Sakura (which Kakashi said was a girl thing, resulting in one of the few successful punches of all she’d thrown at him.)
Naruto, of course, was the absolute worst. He was like a kid in a candy store; he just had to touch and taste all the goodies. At one point, Sai had suggested tying the blonde up while he slept, and Naruto had surprised them all by blushing and getting even more aroused.
They still weren’t letting him live that down.
However, even with all the random bunny sex, frustration at being so restricted in their relationship was beginning to build. And frustration tended to cause certain people to reach for ways to release it.
Which led to the reason that she was pissed.
With a flourish, she shoved the door open and entered the living room. She almost lost her stride as she realized that they were still in various states of getting dressed, but with Inner Sakura's rage prompting her, she tried not to follow her first instinct to squeal like a fangirl and start randomly groping people. No! She was mad! Furious, even! And that meant she was immune to the sexiness of Kakashi's rock-hard, six-pack abs, or the familiar yet delectable sight of Sai's pelvic bones . . . or Naruto's muscled, golden chest . . .
[DAMMIT!] Inner Sakura swore. [Pull it together!]
Blushing, Sakura turned her back and hurriedly wiped the blood and saliva from her face as she quickly reminded herself of why she was there. Ignoring their amused snickers, she placed her hands on her hips, and swung around to face them, anger once again prominent.
“Boys,” she huffed, trying to sound firm while unable to make eye contact, “I know you three find me sexually attractive-” there was a snort of laughter, and Sakura closed her eyes to better control the Fists of Fury, “-and I know it’s hard on all of us-” another snort, and this time, she stopped in mid-sentence, realizing the inadvertent pun.
Her eyebrow twitched, and her knuckles itched to be cracked. The shinobi before her recognized the tell-tale signs and immediately became as sober as Sandaime on Sunday.
She took a deep breath and continued, "However, this has gone on long enough! I don't care what you three are wagering, I don't care about your reasons, but I am going to go to the hospital in a few minutes to start my shift, and by the time I get back, I expect all of you to have returned every last pair of my panties you've stolen! OR ELSE."
Having made her declaration, she stomped back into her bedroom to grab the last pair of clean underwear from the empty drawer that had sparked her wrath.
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One eight hour shift later, and Sakura dragged herself up her apartment steps, ready to just keel over and DIE from exhaustion. She cursed to herself as she navigated the complicated lock mechanism on her door and almost managed to convince herself to not bother resetting it afterwards. Almost.
Beyond ready to sleep, she kicked off her shoes in the entryway, then shuffled over to her bedroom and flipped on the light. When she saw a certain, silver-haired jounin stretched out on her bed, dozing in nothing but his boxers, she sighed. "Kakashi, you know I love you. But no. I'm damn near dead on my feet."
Kakashi gave a good-natured shrug, "It was worth a shot. I'd check your drawers, by the way."
Remembering her threat from earlier, she smirked a little as she slid open her panty drawer. Oh yeah, that was more like it. She was even able to find the humor in how Naruto had shoved his returns to the back of the drawer, as if to try and convince her that she'd just overlooked them all along, while Sai's share was not only washed, but pressed, folded and stacked in a neat row.
However... "All right, where's your part, then?" At his raised eyebrow, she scowled. "I actually have a count, because of you jerks. There's two pair in my hamper, one pair on me, and not enough in the drawer to account for the rest."
"You caught me," he shrugged, getting up from the bed. She could see a small pile next to where he'd been laying. "I was just going to leave them on your pillow, but then thought it might be more fun to deliver them personally." His grin was wicked, and she couldn't help returning it.
"You're sweet, but..." God, she really was tired.
The look in his eyes softened, "I know, I can tell. Can I just help you to bed, then?" His voice held the tiniest thread of uncertainty. He wasn't much for romantic gestures, and this probably qualified in his book.
She smiled at him warmly, "Sure."
A few minutes later had her seated on her bed, all but purring as Kakashi gently rubbed the worst of her pain out of her feet. He was no medic nin, but he'd been in the business long enough to know how to work the tension out of muscles, and Sakura loved to take advantage of it. A huge yawn caught her, and Kakashi smiled wryly at her, "I guess you'd better change for bed?"
She nodded in agreement, stood, and started wriggling out of her shirt. Their relationship shift was still new enough that she wondered in the back of her mind if changing in front of him weren't a bit sluttish, but she was too tired to care. He even was nice enough to go to her dresser and hand her a tank top from her drawer.
However, she'd forgotten just whom she was dealing with, so when she'd shimmied out of her pants and let them drop, it actually surprised her when he stepped up behind her and slid his hands over her waist. She gasped, and again when he started dropping gentle kisses on her shoulder and neck. "'Kashiiii..." she moaned quietly, "But...I'm..." As if to remake her point, another yawn hit her.
"I know," he whispered, "Just let me take care of you. You don't have to do anything." His hands parted ways, one slipping into her panties, the other sliding upwards toward her nipples. It didn't take long before she was panting and squirming and begging in quiet whispers for him to let her lie on the bed before her knees let out.
She could feel the smug grin as he nuzzled her ear, "Nope. I'll hold you if you need me to."
She muttered something unintelligible in response, but there was no mistaking the neediness as she rocked back against him. She could feel how hard he was behind her, and she wanted him, badly, no matter how tired she was, but she thought she felt something else happening. An 'underneath the underneath,' as it were. He wanted to 'take care of her.' He would 'hold her if she needed him, too.'
She had a feeling this wasn't just about sex anymore.
So she took him at his word, clinging hard as his hands worked her over. At his shakily whispered, "Trust me?" she nodded, and when he turned her around to face him, she looked into his crimson eye without question, allowing his genjutsu to take over her senses until all she could feel was blinding pleasure and she shook apart as she came again and again.
She woke up a short time later when she felt gentle lips on hers, and her blanket being tucked over her body. "Ka...shi?" she slurred.
"Shh. Go back to sleep, Sakura-chan. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Mmmm....'kay." Her last thoughts before she fell asleep were full of fond amusement that he'd picked her favorite flannel jammies to dress her in.
******
The next morning, she felt awesome, having slept like a fucking rock all night long. She was ready to face the day and kick some ass, even throwing a thumbs-up to her reflection in the mirror, which Inner Sakura cheerfully returned. Obviously, they were a force to be reckoned with.
It wasn't until she was getting dressed for the day that she noticed that she wasn't wearing the same panties as she had been the night before. Well...Kakashi had put her in her pajamas last night....and she'd probably soaked that pair...but then, why weren't her panties laying on top of her other clothes on the floor?
Eyes narrowed in suspicion, she checked the hamper and swore. The bastard had already started a new collection.
AN: Hope y'all enjoyed. For those whom are probably thinking, 'Aw man, not Kaka/Saku again, bite me. I like Kaka/Saku, and enjoy exploring the depth of Kakashi's coping mechanism. And as in the main fic, this story's mainly from Sakura's POV, and she's not clairvoyant.
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Director's Cut - Chapter 3
Sakura wished desperately that she had shoes on, just so she could stomp loud enough to show her extreme displeasure. As it was, she did her best with her bare feet as she slammed her dresser drawers shut as hard as she could without breaking them. Then, with fists clenched and flames in her eyes, she stomped over to the door connecting her bedroom with the living room, where Team Kakashi had crammed themselves for a team meeting. Sasuke was currently attending another of his mandatory hour-long ‘chats‘ with Ibiki.
An hour, of course, wasn’t nearly enough time to have hardly any fun, since that included the time needed to get from the Hokage tower back to the nearest apartment. They barely even had time to fool around, much less indulge in a full-blown orgy.
Which was a problem. All four of them had itches that needed scratching, and there was just never enough time around babysitting Sasuke. It was getting to the point that anytime two or three of them were off by themselves, they were dragging each other off to the nearest apartment or secluded area. As in all new relationships (or so Kakashi claimed), they were in the ‘honeymoon phase,’ where the couple (or more) couldn’t get within arm’s reach of each other and NOT fuck like bunnies on Viagra.
And they’d tried, they really had, but it seemed damn near impossible to keep their hands to themselves. Of all of them, Sai probably had the best success rate, followed by Sakura (which Kakashi said was a girl thing, resulting in one of the few successful punches of all she’d thrown at him.)
Naruto, of course, was the absolute worst. He was like a kid in a candy store; he just had to touch and taste all the goodies. At one point, Sai had suggested tying the blonde up while he slept, and Naruto had surprised them all by blushing and getting even more aroused.
They still weren’t letting him live that down.
However, even with all the random bunny sex, frustration at being so restricted in their relationship was beginning to build. And frustration tended to cause certain people to reach for ways to release it.
Which led to the reason that she was pissed.
With a flourish, she shoved the door open and entered the living room. She almost lost her stride as she realized that they were still in various states of getting dressed, but with Inner Sakura's rage prompting her, she tried not to follow her first instinct to squeal like a fangirl and start randomly groping people. No! She was mad! Furious, even! And that meant she was immune to the sexiness of Kakashi's rock-hard, six-pack abs, or the familiar yet delectable sight of Sai's pelvic bones . . . or Naruto's muscled, golden chest . . .
[DAMMIT!] Inner Sakura swore. [Pull it together!]
Blushing, Sakura turned her back and hurriedly wiped the blood and saliva from her face as she quickly reminded herself of why she was there. Ignoring their amused snickers, she placed her hands on her hips, and swung around to face them, anger once again prominent.
“Boys,” she huffed, trying to sound firm while unable to make eye contact, “I know you three find me sexually attractive-” there was a snort of laughter, and Sakura closed her eyes to better control the Fists of Fury, “-and I know it’s hard on all of us-” another snort, and this time, she stopped in mid-sentence, realizing the inadvertent pun.
Her eyebrow twitched, and her knuckles itched to be cracked. The shinobi before her recognized the tell-tale signs and immediately became as sober as Sandaime on Sunday.
She took a deep breath and continued, "However, this has gone on long enough! I don't care what you three are wagering, I don't care about your reasons, but I am going to go to the hospital in a few minutes to start my shift, and by the time I get back, I expect all of you to have returned every last pair of my panties you've stolen! OR ELSE."
Having made her declaration, she stomped back into her bedroom to grab the last pair of clean underwear from the empty drawer that had sparked her wrath.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
One eight hour shift later, and Sakura dragged herself up her apartment steps, ready to just keel over and DIE from exhaustion. She cursed to herself as she navigated the complicated lock mechanism on her door and almost managed to convince herself to not bother resetting it afterwards. Almost.
Beyond ready to sleep, she kicked off her shoes in the entryway, then shuffled over to her bedroom and flipped on the light. When she saw a certain, silver-haired jounin stretched out on her bed, dozing in nothing but his boxers, she sighed. "Kakashi, you know I love you. But no. I'm damn near dead on my feet."
Kakashi gave a good-natured shrug, "It was worth a shot. I'd check your drawers, by the way."
Remembering her threat from earlier, she smirked a little as she slid open her panty drawer. Oh yeah, that was more like it. She was even able to find the humor in how Naruto had shoved his returns to the back of the drawer, as if to try and convince her that she'd just overlooked them all along, while Sai's share was not only washed, but pressed, folded and stacked in a neat row.
However... "All right, where's your part, then?" At his raised eyebrow, she scowled. "I actually have a count, because of you jerks. There's two pair in my hamper, one pair on me, and not enough in the drawer to account for the rest."
"You caught me," he shrugged, getting up from the bed. She could see a small pile next to where he'd been laying. "I was just going to leave them on your pillow, but then thought it might be more fun to deliver them personally." His grin was wicked, and she couldn't help returning it.
"You're sweet, but..." God, she really was tired.
The look in his eyes softened, "I know, I can tell. Can I just help you to bed, then?" His voice held the tiniest thread of uncertainty. He wasn't much for romantic gestures, and this probably qualified in his book.
She smiled at him warmly, "Sure."
A few minutes later had her seated on her bed, all but purring as Kakashi gently rubbed the worst of her pain out of her feet. He was no medic nin, but he'd been in the business long enough to know how to work the tension out of muscles, and Sakura loved to take advantage of it. A huge yawn caught her, and Kakashi smiled wryly at her, "I guess you'd better change for bed?"
She nodded in agreement, stood, and started wriggling out of her shirt. Their relationship shift was still new enough that she wondered in the back of her mind if changing in front of him weren't a bit sluttish, but she was too tired to care. He even was nice enough to go to her dresser and hand her a tank top from her drawer.
However, she'd forgotten just whom she was dealing with, so when she'd shimmied out of her pants and let them drop, it actually surprised her when he stepped up behind her and slid his hands over her waist. She gasped, and again when he started dropping gentle kisses on her shoulder and neck. "'Kashiiii..." she moaned quietly, "But...I'm..." As if to remake her point, another yawn hit her.
"I know," he whispered, "Just let me take care of you. You don't have to do anything." His hands parted ways, one slipping into her panties, the other sliding upwards toward her nipples. It didn't take long before she was panting and squirming and begging in quiet whispers for him to let her lie on the bed before her knees let out.
She could feel the smug grin as he nuzzled her ear, "Nope. I'll hold you if you need me to."
She muttered something unintelligible in response, but there was no mistaking the neediness as she rocked back against him. She could feel how hard he was behind her, and she wanted him, badly, no matter how tired she was, but she thought she felt something else happening. An 'underneath the underneath,' as it were. He wanted to 'take care of her.' He would 'hold her if she needed him, too.'
She had a feeling this wasn't just about sex anymore.
So she took him at his word, clinging hard as his hands worked her over. At his shakily whispered, "Trust me?" she nodded, and when he turned her around to face him, she looked into his crimson eye without question, allowing his genjutsu to take over her senses until all she could feel was blinding pleasure and she shook apart as she came again and again.
She woke up a short time later when she felt gentle lips on hers, and her blanket being tucked over her body. "Ka...shi?" she slurred.
"Shh. Go back to sleep, Sakura-chan. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Mmmm....'kay." Her last thoughts before she fell asleep were full of fond amusement that he'd picked her favorite flannel jammies to dress her in.
******
The next morning, she felt awesome, having slept like a fucking rock all night long. She was ready to face the day and kick some ass, even throwing a thumbs-up to her reflection in the mirror, which Inner Sakura cheerfully returned. Obviously, they were a force to be reckoned with.
It wasn't until she was getting dressed for the day that she noticed that she wasn't wearing the same panties as she had been the night before. Well...Kakashi had put her in her pajamas last night....and she'd probably soaked that pair...but then, why weren't her panties laying on top of her other clothes on the floor?
Eyes narrowed in suspicion, she checked the hamper and swore. The bastard had already started a new collection.
AN: Hope y'all enjoyed. For those whom are probably thinking, 'Aw man, not Kaka/Saku again, bite me. I like Kaka/Saku, and enjoy exploring the depth of Kakashi's coping mechanism. And as in the main fic, this story's mainly from Sakura's POV, and she's not clairvoyant.
12-5-10 10254 39 31