What the New Year Brings

Disclaimer: I do not own "Naruto." If I did, more of the following would be happening.

Thank you to everyone who's reviewed, faved, and alerted. It really cheers me up. =)

This chapter is dedicated to wickedone43 here on AFF because she asked me to please update on this site. Sorry about taking so long! It's just that when I think AFF, I think "lemon" so I don't want to update here until there is one, and since lemons are far and few between for this particular story....you get the idea.

Anyway...

WARNING: Rated M for Lemon.

Chapter 30-The First Time An Innocent Kiss Becomes More Than Just An Innocent Kiss

It would be so easy to say "Not tonight. It's been a really long day and I'm tired," but it's just as easy to forget how exhausted you are when the back of your neck is being lovingly nuzzled and rained on by kisses, making you feel both slightly tickled and slightly aroused. With each unmasked kiss from Kakashi, an involuntary whimper escapes from me and I reflexively start rubbing my legs together. I can hear Kakashi snickering behind me, undoubtedly feeling smug again. The damn baka! It's not like I'm doing any of this on purpose! It's like my body has a mind of its own, forcing me to make weird noises and kick my feet like Pakkun getting his belly rubbed. Because that's exactly what it comes down to - what Kakashi's doing, as innocent as it may be, is making me feel so...

Whimper. Kick.

Snicker.

"Stop laughing at me, Kakashi!"

"Well I just don't get it. Are you tickled or are you turned on?"

"Both."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"NO! Just...don't laugh at me, okay? I can't help it!"

"'Kay." Kakashi murmurs into my hair, moving his tickling kisses down the nape of my neck, down between my shoulder blades, and up the curve of my shoulder with me whimpering and rubbing my legs together the whole time. I could spend all night with him kissing me just like this, but inevitably his kisses are getting hungrier and my whimpers are turning into soft moans.

Tilting my chin up with his index finger and thumb, Kakashi hovers over me with smiling eyes that I'm already used to and exposed smiling lips that I'm not. It's fulfilling...to see the complete picture of Kakashi's smiling face. The corners of my own mouth quirk up into a smile to match his own before he slowly lowers himself down, lightly pressing his lips onto mine in a soft, lingering kiss.

Whimper.

Kick.

Snicker.

"I said don't laugh at me!"

"What? I can't help it either! It's kind of an ego boost, knowing that just kissing you makes you squirm like this!"

"It's just a reflex, Kakashi."

"Yeah, but if someone you didn't like was doing the same thing, I'm sure he'd be getting a different reflex altogether - something involving a black eye or worse."

I can only look back up at him in silent shock.

He's right. If I didn't feel the same way about him, I'd never...

"See? Ego boost." Kakashi says, smiling brightly down at me.

"Says the world's most available bachelor."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kakashi asks, pulling away from me.

I turn around onto my back so that I can look him directly in the eye.

"C'mon, Kakashi. Everybody has wondered if you'd ever show interest in someone outside of those books you read. On top of that, you're Hatake Kakashi the famous Copy Nin. Don't you think I'd be the one to feel a little bit flattered?"

"Wait, people actually wondered that about me?"

"Well, yeah..."

"And they think that I'm some sort of celebrity?"

"Duh..."

"And you see me that way, too?"

"Kakashi, we may be close but it's kind of hard to forget who you are. The minute you start kicking ass on the battlefield, you instantly remind us all of just how amazing you are."

"You think I'm amazing?" Kakashi smirks down at me.

"There you go being all smug again."

"You think I'm amazing." Kakashi says amused.

"I've always said that you're amazing."

"Not to me you haven't!"

"Well, I'm telling you now, okay? Kaka-sensei, you're amazing."

"Why, Sakura, you're gonna make me blush."

"Among other things."

Now Kakashi's really blushing.

"It was already like tha-"

"I know-"

"And then you just had to start flattering me and then it just got even more-"

"I know. I can feel that Kakashi."

"I'm not just amazing on the battlefield, you know?" he smiles mischievously down at me.

"I know that, too, but do you mind reminding me anyway?" I smirk right back up at him.

Taking it as his cue, he lowers himself back down, this time sprinkling kisses down the front of my neck, moving slowly towards my sternum, bringing the zipper of my red sleeveless shirt down with him. And with each inch of flesh he exposes comes another tender, loving kiss.

"Breath's getting kinda ragged there, Sakura." Kakashi says with a smirk, bringing my zipper down another inch and gently kissing the rapidly rising and falling dip between the cups of my bra.

I respond with wordless heavy breathing.

"In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were hyperventilating..."

The zipper slowly goes down another couple of inches, exposing skin just below my bra-line which he promptly sprinkles with kisses.

"We should really do something about that..."

The zipper comes down the last few inches, leaving my shirt completely split in two. He plants a kiss on my now fully exposed stomach, dipping his hot, wet tongue into my bellybutton...

"Ah!"

"And now you're screaming for no reason." Kakashi shakes his head in mock sympathy for me.

"Kakashi..." I glare at him.

At my warning tone, he lifts his head up and our eyes meet. For a full minute we stare at each other in a standoff, his lips still inches from my bellybutton. I know he's contemplating it - whether or not to tickle me with another raspberry like last time.

"So help me, Kakashi, if you-"

"CPR. That's what you need." Kakashi says decisively and in a flash, he's moved back up my body and is effectively shutting me up with a full-blown, open-mouthed kiss.

I gasp after he finally lets me go.

"See? Now you're breathing again." Kakashi smiles triumphantly down at me.

"Kakashi, you're unbelievable!" I say irately.

"You're giving me too much credit, Sakura. I haven't done anything to you yet. Now if you want to give me praise, praise me for this..."

His eyes slowly slip shut, as do mine, as a warm kiss lands softly on my cheek...

My temple...

My eyelid...

The bottom of my chin...

And the corner of my mouth...

Before finally landing on...

My lips.

Our kiss is chaste and unhurried, savoring the taste and feel of each other, against each other. It may not be the hungriest of kisses, but it's definitely one of the most loving.

He only lets me go after my lungs are starting to burn from lack of air, before moving his lips close to my ear and whispering hotly into it "And this..."

From my ear, he trails light kisses down my jawline, down the column of my throat, taking a slight detour to suck hungrily on the side of my neck. As his lips continue moving slowly downwards, his hands slowly move upwards, trailing up the outside of my thighs, my hips, my sides, until...

Both his hands and lips converge onto one spot.

At first he's gently kneading them, simply taking in the size and feel of them against his palms. And then, he's licking the plump flesh over the top edges of my bra, following their roundness with the flat of his tongue. Then, just as quickly, something's changed. He's quickly pulling down my bra beneath my breasts, squeezing the now exposed mounds to make them pucker out even more, and lavishing his tongue against one hardened nipple and then the other.

One hand continues to massage my breast while the other moves back down my leg, but this time he's under my skirt, sliding his hand upwards along the inside rather than the outside of my thigh. When he reaches the juncture between my legs, his hand roughly cups me against the thin cloth of my shorts and panties, rubbing the ball of his hand against the dampness already seeping through. I instinctively buck against him, pressing him harder against me, urging him on.

When he reaches my waistband, he tugs insistently down on it, bringing my shorts and panties down to my knees and ankles until they're completely off, leaving me naked except for my split open shirt, tugged down bra, and the other piece of clothing that, for whatever reason, he's decided to let me keep on...my skirt.

Then his head and lips are moving down again, or should I say up?

Starting from my knee, he kisses up along the inside of my leg, taking his slow, sweet time to reach the destination he and I both know he's ultimately after. Slowly moving up and up, I lose him as he disappears beneath my skirt. But there's no mistaking what he's doing down there. I let out a low moan as the tip of his tongue gently strokes against my already hypersensitive clit, moving against it with slow up and down flicks. I'm barely getting used to the feel of it when his lips clamp down around it and he starts stroking it hard and deep with the flat of his tongue. Whereas earlier I was whimpering and rubbing my legs together in arousal, now I'm loudly moaning and fisting my hands into the blankets beneath me, trying to hold onto something for all the intense feelings he's making me feel.

Again, as if I have no control over my own body, I hear myself quickly chanting his name. It's to tell him to stop, it's too much. It's to tell him to keep going, it feels so good. But mostly it's to tell him that I need him...now.

Whether he read my mind or he's quickly losing patience himself, Kakashi crawls out from under my skirt, scrambles for his backpack, and digs his hand into it.

And so the ritual goes.

Truth be told, I like the ritual. It gives me a moment to step back and realize what we're about to do, what I'm about to let him do to me. I like watching him hold himself in his hand and roll the condom down him inch by inch. I like waiting for him, my legs spread wide apart in eager anticipation of him and only him. I like it when he finally repositions himself between my legs, brings his tip to my opening, touches it against my outer lips, my clit, and...

"Mmm..." we both moan in unison.

Finally.

For a few seconds we lay together unmoving. It's enough simply to be joined, but that feeling doesn't last very long. I need more than him just filling up the emptiness. He needs more than just me squeezed tightly around him. We need movement. We need friction.

I don't have to say a word. He just knows. Our bodies know.

Slowly, he pulls himself out, halfway out. And slowly he slides himself back in. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist to pull him in deeper and closer. He's allowed to slip out of me, but he sure as hell better bring himself back in!

And soon we have a rhythm. One that's languid and lazy, but less and less so. We need friction.

I release my legs from around his waist and bring my knees up to my chest, as high as I can get them. He sinks deeper inside of me.

He adds a swirl to his thrust and I let out a moan. He latches onto a nipple and suckles it while he thrusts, I let out another impassioned moan. He puts a hand on either side of my head for better leverage and starts pumping into me like there's no tomorrow, I scream to God and to him and shut my eyes tightly shut, trying to endure the intensity of it all.

Now his thrusts are no longer rhythmic, but erratic. His eyes no longer look down at me in triumph and lust. Instead, they are squeezed tightly shut in concentration. He is no longer calm and collected, the Hatake Kakashi I know. Now he is simply without self-control and he's actually breaking into a sweat. He's getting close.

I concentrate on the tension building up inside of me as well, trying to bring myself to the edge along with him. I focus on the heat the friction is creating inside of me. I focus on how that heat is spreading throughout my body, all the way down to my toes. I focus on the way his body keeps pushing forcefully against me and into me. I focus on my heart starting to pound in my chest and how my breath is starting to shorten. I feel a tingling from deep within and then that's it - I just can't hold it anymore. Taking in a few last short breaths, I then hold my breath and arch my back as wave upon wave of intense pleasure overwhelms my body and all my senses. And Kakashi is still pumping himself desperately into me. He's too close himself now to stop, so even though I'm barely over my first orgasm, I feel another one building up right behind it with each hard thrust he slams into me. My breathing is shortening again when I hear the shortening of his own, and then, at the same time I feel myself clamping down hard around him for a second time, he thrusts himself as hard and deep inside of me as he can, holds himself deep within me, and groans his release into my ear.

Breathless and spent, Kakashi gives us both a minute to recover, then rolls off of me, falling exhaustedly next to me on the bedroll, but not before pulling me into his embrace so that his bare chest is now my pillow.

"Now you can praise me." Kakashi manages to say between pants.

I burst out laughing then tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

"Kakashi, you're unbelievable." I smile up at him.

A smug smile spreads across his lips and remains there even after he kisses my hand, places it on top of his heart, and immediately starts to snore in deep sleep.

"You really are unbelievable." I murmur lovingly up at him, then snuggle my cheek deeper into his chest, let my own exhaustion take over me, and fall into blissful, contented sleep with a smile plastered upon my own face.

To be continued...