Shotgun Wedding

This chapter is all about Sakura and Kakashi for those of you that are impatiently waiting for some more action. I hope you'll apporve of it. :) Still mild (sort of), but I'm trying to figure out how to get to the really good parts and do it naturally. Feel free to provide suggestions, as I usually make it up as I go. No solid plans as of yet. :) I know that's very bad of me, but it's the way I do things. Keep reviewing and making this review whore happy. :)

Chapter 5

Sakura lay on her back gasping for air. She’d been training with Kakashi off and on for nearly a month and had yet to get the damn bell from him. Today she’d put herself though another brutal workout, in hopes of getting her speed and agility up to the point she needed for getting the accursed thing from his grasp.

She was beginning to think that she’d never be fast enough. Sakura wallowed in self pity for a moment, wondering what to do. If she wasn’t fast enough, then what? She was smart, practically a genius, so why was it so hard to get the bell?

She nearly smacked herself in the head. Of course! She’d likely never beat Kakashi on speed. He had the Sharingan and years of experience on her. Speed wasn’t the answer, but her sharp intelligence and other skills might be of some use. She’d just have to formulate some sort of plan for getting it from him.

A soft whistle snapped her out of her thoughts, bringing her instantly to her feet in a defensive pose. “Show yourself,” she demanded, feeling her exhaustion melt away under a surge of adrenaline.

With relief she watched as the familiar figure of Gemna landed a few feet away, from the branches above. “Greetings Sakura. How is exile treating you? You’re missed at home you know.”

She knew the game. They played it every time they met, just in case someone saw her with the ANBU hunter. “We miss home, but our lives aren’t so horrible really. Are you here to take us back?”

Gemna shook his head. “No. Tsunade is patient. She’ll wait for you to return on your own. In the mean time we will keep tabs on you if you don’t mind. Has Kakashi shown any interest in leaving his new employer?”

“No,” she said softly. “Zuiken is a bad man, but this is important to Kakashi. You know how he is,” she murmured as if Gemna would know exactly what she meant. Gemna, of course, was asking if Kakashi had found what they needed and Sakura was telling him no, but they hadn’t given up.

“Very well. I regret the loss of his skills to our village and we won’t tolerate his defection forever, but he will be left in peace for the moment.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle. “Tsunade sends a gift for the two of you. She was interested to hear about how well you and Kakashi were getting on in your marriage.” He tossed the bottle to her and saluted her, before jumping up and fading into the trees.

Sakura looked at the bottle curiously and blushed. Oh god, Tsunade knew! Gemna must have seen something and reported it. The bottle was a birth control potion that all female ninja used. It lasted for months and was infallible. She nibbled at her lip, embarrassed that Tsunade knew and worried about how angry she was. No doubt they’d hear about it later…at great length.

Still…she looked at the bottle for a moment. Should she take it? It worked almost immediately, since it was laced with chakra, so she could hold off on it. Taking it would be admitting that she needed it, right? It wouldn’t hurt though…just in case…. She uncorked the bottle and downed the contents in one gulp before she could argue with herself further.

“Sakura?” Kakashi murmured behind her.

She nearly choked and whirled to face him, dropping the bottle in her haste. “Kakashi!” she gasped in a high, nervous voice.

He frowned under his mask and stepped forward quickly, snatching up the bottle before she could reach for it. “What in the hell are you taking? I swear if they are performance enhancers of any sort…” he trailed off as he read the label.

She blushed furiously. “Tsunade sent it with the ANBU hunter-nin. She thought we might appreciate the ‘wedding gift’.”

A small flush appeared above his mask and he quickly crushed the small bottle in his fist, destroying the evidence of what it had contained. Sakura had taken a contraceptive potion? Why on earth would she take such a thing? His brain was having a hard time catching up to what was happening. Tsunade knew? He tried to focus his thoughts on just how pissed off his leader would be if he and Sakura failed the mission because of lust, but all he could really concentrate on was that Sakura had just taken a contraceptive potion.

“Kakashi?” she asked softly. “Are you okay?” she murmured, noting his glazed eye. “I thought you said Zuiken wanted you to start ramping up the men’s training. Why did you come today?”

“To train you anyway,” he managed to get out. He felt like a fifteen year old boy again. He shook his head slightly and opened his hand, letting the dust of the accursed bottle blow away. Kakashi closed his dark eye for a moment and took a deep breath. He could do this; he could get through this mission without compromising a certain pink haired ninja. Never had he felt so out of control, as he felt when he was around Sakura.

“Okay,” she said softly, eyeing the older man curiously. “Are you really okay?”

“Yes…no…why the hell did you just take that?” he asked in soft exasperation.

She shrugged and blushed. “I don’t know. Just in case I guess. We’ve done some stuff…I just thought it would be a good idea,” she murmured, hoping no one was around to hear. “Besides, it lasts for months, so if we ever go home…maybe I’ll need it there,” she finished with a raging blush.

His eye narrowed at the thought of any other man touching her. Kakashi knew he was in pretty deep, but in that brief surge of raw jealousy, didn’t care. He moved forward and had her pinned into the soft grass before she had time to even gasp.

Sakura stared up at the silver haired man in shock and surprise. What the hell? “Kakashi?” she murmured in concern.

“No,” he said softly.

“W-what?” she stuttered back.

“No other man is going to touch you Sakura,” he growled possessively.

Her mouth opened in shock at his words. Was he actually jealous? He wouldn’t touch her anymore, yet no other man could either?

Kakashi only had her narrowing eyes as a warning before he was flung rather abruptly from her body. He landed gracefully on his feet a little ways away, wondering how in the hell she’d gotten out of his hold in the first place. Turning around to face her, he noted her fighting stance and furious glare. Eh?

“Get out your bell Kakashi,” she snapped. “It’s time to train me, right?”

“Sakura,” he started, holding up his hands.

“Get out the bell, or go back to the compound,” she growled. “Your choice.”

Kakashi was confused by the sudden change of moods in the small clearing. How did he end up on the defense? Hadn’t he been in control of the situation only seconds ago? He dug into his pocket and pulled out the bell, eyeing the young woman before him curiously. Did he say something wrong? All he’d said was he didn’t want other men touching her. What was wrong with that? So he felt protective of her.

He couldn’t really ponder it very long however. As soon as the bell jingled its way out of his pocket she made her attack. Kakashi hastily dodged the first few kicks and punches, before settling into a natural rhythm and avoiding her other attacks altogether. She was angry and careless. He knew she’d never get the bell that way.

As her anger began to slowly burn off, she realized her method of attack wasn’t going to get her anywhere. He would always be faster than her, so she needed to employ a different tactic. She paused in a crouch, trying to gather her furious thoughts and calm down a bit; assess the situation.

Kakashi crouched a few feet away, eyeing her in his usual bored expression; the one he always wore in battle. It irritated the hell out of most opponents. Fortunately she was used to it and knew it didn’t necessarily mean he didn’t find her challenging. This time, however, she noted another gleam mixed in with it. He was enjoying this! She gave him a grudging smile and snorted. Bastard.

Her chest was heaving ever so slightly from her exertions and she couldn’t help but notice the slight flicker in his gaze as he peeked. She grinned wickedly inside. So he liked to look at her? Normally Kakashi wasn’t easy to distract during battle, but she might just have a slight advantage in this department.

She rose gracefully and smiled at him. “Fast as ever,” she murmured to him. “It’s hard to keep up with you. It wears me out.”

He eyed her carefully; not liking the way her mood had shifted again. Sakura was volatile, but not usually to this extent.

She reached for zipper of her red tunic and pulled it down. “It gets so hot in this thing,” she said matter-of-factly. “You don’t mind if I take it off do you?”

“Depends on what you have under it,” he grunted. He didn’t know where this little game was going, but he didn’t mind playing along in the meantime.

She smirked and pushed off the garment, revealing a tight, black mesh shirt, the kind they all wore, and black spandex. “Does this offend your sensibilities?” she asked tossing the tunic off to the side.

“Not in the least,” he said casually. After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d trained in this particular get up. Of course he hadn’t been quite so aware of her physical appeal a few months ago. She’d always been beautiful, but a man starts to take note of a woman a bit more often once he’s touched her naked body.

She smiled and nodded. “Alright. Let’s see if today is the day I’ll get that bell and my reward.”

He smiled back and shrugged. “You can try,” he murmured cockily. And why shouldn’t he be cocky about it? He was one of the best. He grinned wider and jiggled the bell at her.

Sakura dropped to the side and swept a low kick, meant to knock his feet out from under him. She knew he wouldn’t really fall, but she had the beginnings of a plan. Sakura knew for a fact that the move would give him a fantastic view of one long leg and her rear end as she spun. She followed it with standing spin kick that flexed and twisted her body, drawing his eyes to the places she wanted him to notice the most; her flying locks, thrust out chest, and her flexed rear.

Kakashi easily dodged each little attack, wondering why she wasn’t doing something different for once. She always tried this method; kicking and punching in hopes of getting close enough to grab the bell. For an intelligent woman, you’d think she’d learn this wouldn’t work, not for her.

It took a few minutes for him to figure out what her true intentions were. Her moves were actually rather peculiar. They were clearly carefully chosen, but far too precise and well executed. It was like she was dancing alone and he just happened to be in her path. She was showing off!

He grinned inwardly, finally figuring what she was attempting. If he hadn’t already be so confused and on guard with her, that afternoon, he might have fallen for it. Each move gave him a delightful view of her ass or full breasts. Her long leg flashed into view and he graceful arched back, dodging the attack. Well if she wanted him to look, he was going to look.

Sakura noted the change in his gaze and smiled to herself. It shouldn’t be this easy and yet it was. She moved in closer, gradually trying to edge into his defensive sphere. It was actually working! Kakashi was openly watching her every move and not paying attention as she got closer. Or at least she thought that was the case until she reached for the jiggling bell and found herself flat on her back.

Kakashi straddled Sakura and held her arms above her head. “Nice try,” he murmured. “If I was Naruto, or perhaps even Sasuke, that might have worked.”

She blushed furiously, humiliated that he’d caught her and she hadn’t even realized it. “I thought it would work,” she muttered. “Don’t you find me attractive?”

“You’re very attractive Sakura and beautiful,” he admitted. “And I thoroughly appreciate the show you just gave me, but that still won’t work on me.”

She forgot all about the bell for a moment and looked up at him, her anger flaring again. “If I’m so attractive, why won’t you touch me any more? It’s been a month since you went Zuiken’s compound.” At least if there were any spies, it would sound like a marital spat.

“You know why Sakura,” he said softly.

“Maybe I don’t care anymore,” she murmured back. She arched her hips slightly, so her belly pressed into his groin. His grip loosened abruptly and he pulled away from her, sitting back on the grass next to her.

Kakashi frowned as she sat up and moved towards him, coming up on her knees in front of him. “Sakura this isn’t why I come here on my free afternoons.”

“That’s what you tell yourself Kakashi,” she said leaning forward and pressing her hands into his chest. “But in the back of your head you wonder what it would be like. I’m your wife and so young and untouched.” She leaned in and whisper close to his lips, wondering where she’d found the courage to do this. “Haven’t you wondered?”

Kakashi felt his control slid dangerously as his body instantly reacted to her words. Of course he’d thought about being with the beautiful young woman. She was gorgeous and intelligent and had filled the past ten years of his life. He cared more about her than any other woman, maybe more than any other man too. He was fairly convinced he’d even fallen in love with her…but the taboo relationship couldn’t happen, not if they didn’t want every person in their village to whisper and wonder every time they walked past together. Had he seduced her when she was still a young teenager? Had he groomed her to be his wife? It didn’t matter that his attraction hadn’t surfaced until she was well into adulthood.

Sakura saw the indecision in his dark eye and pushed him harder. “Just while we’re here. That’s all I ask. If we ever return home, you can leave me behind, if that’s what you want.”

He frowned and grabbed her hands. “What kind of man do you think I am? I have never used a woman and tossed her aside,” he growled.

“Are you sure about that? You seemed to enjoy touching me a few weeks ago and now…you seem to have forgotten that you’re my husband,” she murmured. “I miss my husband’s touch Kakashi.”

Kakashi shivered lightly and closed his dark eye. The little witch was pushing all of his buttons. “Sakura,” he said in a shaky voice. “Stop this.”

She ignored him and pulled her hands out of his grasp, letting them slide down his stomach. “Just let me explore Kakashi. It’s only fair since you’ve touched me,” she murmured, trying a new tact. She smiled as he lay back slowly. He didn’t like giving in, she knew, but she was right. He’d touched her and hadn’t let her touch him in return yet. It didn’t matter that it had all been in the name of ‘duty’.

Sakura ran her hands over him, pushing his vest away and pressing his shirt up. She’d seen him without a shirt on numerous occasions now, but she still had to admire the beauty of his muscled belly and chest. He was breathing shallowly, showing just how off set he felt. His usual bored look was absent, replaced by a wary watchfulness. Ignoring his gaze, Sakura swept her hands over his bare skin. It shivered delicately under her gentle stroke, betraying the response he didn’t want to admit to.

Feeling rather powerful, she bent and licked gently at one of his flat, tiny nipples. The powerful sensation increased tenfold as his breath sucked in and he tensed under her. “Sakura,” he growled warningly.

“Shut up Kakashi,” she murmured against his skin. “I’m not done yet.”

“And I’m not a saint,” he grunted back.

“Yes I know. We’ve had this conversation before, remember?” she said with a small laugh. “For being a reputed pervert, you’re being awfully prudish.” She grinned at him and slid her hands abruptly down to his hips. He tensed as her hands wandered over his straining groin. “See, you do like it,” she teased.

He gasped and arched slightly into her touch as she gently squeezed the obvious erection beneath her hands. He knew this was a foolish thing to do, but as his body started to warm and take over his thoughts, his brain took a backseat to the whole affair. Vaguely he knew he should stop her from unbuttoning his trousers and sliding her hand inside, but as her warm hand circled his flesh all he could do was groan and press up into her.

Sakura looked down on him curiously. She’d seen a nude man before; having the rather uninhibited Naruto on her team ensured that experience. But she’d never seen an aroused, nude man. She gently traced over the silky, hard length in her hand, secretly pleased to be touching her former teacher this way. Kakashi was notorious for being intensely private and introverted. So touching him like this was really a rare experience. He’d opened up with her, yet remained so closed with everyone else.

She slid her hand more firmly around him and squeezed gently, stroking him up and down. She’d been around enough boys and men her whole life to at least have and inkling on how to do this. From his gasp and reflexive hip jerk, she figured she was at least close. “Is this right?” she asked softly.

“No…we shouldn’t even be doing this,” he gasped, his eye shut and hips thrusting gently.

“I was asking if I was doing it right, you bastard,” she murmured with a small smile.

“Yes,” he admitted softly.

She smiled at the admission and settled into stroking him and watching his reactions to her touch. He looked beautiful, almost, sprawled in the grass, chest heaving slightly, arched under the sensations she was creating. His headband had slid off and released his cloud of soft hair and revealed the wicked scar over his left eye. With his shirt pushed up and pants low on his hips, he looked pleasantly disheveled. She felt a certain amount of pride at creating the delightful scene. “You look beautiful,” she blurted out softly.

His eyes opened and he looked at her with both amusement and arousal. “You really know how to turn a man’s head,” he murmured huskily, shivering and gasping as she stroked her hand over him again.

She smiled and ran her gaze back down his body to the rampant erection in her slim hand. He was pulsing slightly, jerking occasionally in her grasp, weeping clear dew from the tip. Ino had always whispered about how very strange a man looked aroused, but Sakura thought it was wonderful. Knowing she could take him into her body had its appeal. It was fascinating to hold and touch a man like this, discovering just how different he was from herself.

Not really considering her actions, she bent and licked over the dewy head of his length, tasting him. Kakashi jerked hard under her and groaned low in his chest. Taking the reaction as encouragement, she dipped her head further and slid her mouth around him. Quivering hands laced into her hair and clenched slightly with each lick and stroke she made with her mouth and tongue. Sakura briefly remembered how he’d told her he enjoyed oral sex but would never give up any secrets for it. She was a bit tempted to test that theory, but decided it could wait for another time…and there would be another time.

Kakashi felt the burning and tightening in his groin that signaled the coming end, and couldn’t help but wonder how he’d let the situation get this out of control. He shouldn’t even be doing this, but with her hands and mouth moving over him, it seemed like a glorious idea at the moment. He even half wished they’d done this before. Again he inwardly cursed his tendency towards long dry-spells, and what appeared to be a weak will when it came to beautiful women. “Sakura,” he gasped out. “I’m very close.”

“Mmhm,” she mumbled around him and redoubled her efforts, stroking him hard with her hand and moving her mouth over his sensitive head. He tried to pull her away, but she just growled and held fast to him. She knew, from chats with other women, she didn’t have to pull away. In fact, she’d heard most men would prefer she didn’t. She was determined to try it at least.

“Sakura,” he grunted. “Please.” He arched his hips and felt his orgasm rip through his groin.

Sakura nearly choked as he surged deep into her mouth and pulsed hard, spilling himself down her throat and over her tongue. He tasted bitter and salty, but not enough to make her pull away. She swallowed and moved her mouth gently over him as he sagged into the grass and gasped for air.

With an affectionate parting kiss, she left his wilting length and sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. He was sprawled rather inelegantly in the grass under the afternoon sun, his arm tossed across his eyes and his chest heaving as though he’d just run for miles. “You’re a witch,” he grumbled softly.

“And you’re a grumpy old man,” she teased back. She reached down and picked up the little bell he’d long forgotten about and jiggled it at him. “And you lose.”

He opened his eyes and swore. “Don’t tell me this was all about getting that damn bell.”

She smiled and shook her head. “No this was for my own enjoyment…and I think yours. The bell was just an added bonus I guess.”

“So what is it you want as your prize?” he asked, half amused at her antics. It was hard to be annoyed at losing when one still had their pants around their hips after a stellar blow job.

“Well let’s just train for today. I’ll think of something suitable,” she said standing up and going to retrieve her red tunic. “It’s not everyday I get the bell, so I need to think about it.”

Kakashi sighed and stood up slowly, tugging his shirt down and pants up as he moved. He strolled toward her, looking rather happy and relaxed. “Close your eyes,” he commanded softly.

“Why?” she asked in surprise.

“I want to kiss you,” he murmured.

“Oh,” she gasped softly, doing as he asked. She heard the soft rustle of cloth and then felt the warm press of his mouth on her own. She hummed softly in pleasure and opened her mouth to the tease of his tongue, allowing him to taste himself on her tongue.

He slowly drew back from her beautiful lips, tugging up his mask. “Thank you Sakura. Despite what I may say to you, I do enjoy being with you and touching you. I hate the thought of anyone else having the privilege.”

“Then stop pushing me away,” she said softly, her eyes watering slightly under the emotion of the moment.

“I’ll try,” he said in soft honesty. “That’s all I can promise.”

She nodded and slipped into his warm embrace. At least he was willing to open up to her again, like he had in those first few weeks of the mission. That’s all she could really ask for. She didn’t want to think about the mission or what would happen when they returned home. She just wanted to enjoy these brief little moments they had together.

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