Ink Me

AN:Welcome welocme! you are cordially invited to partake of this chapter of Ink me brought semi fresh to you This chapter has a suggested soundtrack…for best quality I suggest you get these songs first and listen to them as you read. Especially the last song, if you don’t listen to any other song then make it that one it will really help to set the mood for the finale paragraphs.

Fiona apple “I know” (opening)
Nickle creek “Reasons why”
Fiona apple “Slow like honey”
Snow patrol “Chasing cars” (the finale)

Other then that please enjoy my work that has taken SO long to come to you sorry summer isn’t my best time for writing or anything…I just kind of get by. I have started work on all of my obligations and am half way through all of them but those of you who know me know I don’t work that way. This chapter itself had to be started over and over several times and I have had quite a few problems with it. This is also an intro to my brand new beta! everyone say hello and give much love to Nacht, she has recently been doing some real work on all my stories cleaning up my mess a bit ^.^ so everyone please throw her some love cause she did a real good job.

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Chapter 7: My art


Just as the last of the rain let up, Sai rolled away from the warm body lying next to him and reached for his pants crumpled on the floor. He stood up, pulling his shirt over his head and turned to look at the young woman on the bed. Her limbs, which had previously clutched at him like constricting tentacles, lay sprawled over the covers. He gave her side one last gentle pat and headed for the window. As he threw his leg over the ledge he was already making lists for all the things he would need...


Sakura lay in the bed staring at the ceiling, consciously ignoring the empty space beside her. In an hour she would have to drag herself out of bed and meet with her teammates for their regular training session. If that wasn't enough, she would rush to the hospital; after a quick shower and lunch, to spend the rest of her day in the trauma center dealing with every ninja who over did it and thought they were dying... or really had made a good attempt at it. More ninja get seriously injured in training, even die, than they ever did on missions. I guess they just don't think it's that dangerous.


She rolled over on her side and watched her digital clock flash 5:24 over and over. Soon it would be 5:25 and Sakura slowly counted off the seconds in her head. To sleep now would be impossible, but just as impossible, would be getting out of bed and starting her day this early. The tight ache in her lower body reminded her of the unforgettable actions of last night, just as the empty pillow beside her was one more reminder of the major stupidity of her decision. Sakura hung her foot off the end of the bed and jiggled it until the bed springs started to squeak in protest. Rolling onto her back, she flung the covers free and spread her legs allowing the cold air to cool her inner thighs. This was just one more step in preparation to get out of bed.


She watched as the sun slowly filtered into the room causing her furniture to become visible and separate from the darkness. Outside a bird began to sing, the high pitched warble grating on her too taunt nerves. A hiss and the scrape of scales alerted her to the fact that her small pet was now awake, he didn't really make noises but the hissing was one that she quickly learned to recognize. Sakura sat up and patted her belly, jumping with surprise when he came to settle on her stomach. His scales slowly glowing and puffing with every breath while he looked up at her with green glowing eyes.


“It's like having a pet.” she smiled and scratched along his spine. He curled and writhed into the touch, having scales was itchy she had found, so she could imagine how itchy it was for him.


Having decided to use her free time to experiment, she let her chakra build on her fingertips before letting small traces sink into her tiny friend. She frowned and pouted when this seemed to produce no obvious results. Sakura tried again by pushing her chakra up through her stomach and into her skin. This was not something she had ever done before and she found that despite her manipulation skills, she just couldn't get her chakra to settle in one place across her skin.


But this had finally produced some results, her dragon seemed to swell and puff up, nearly losing contact with her skin as she concentrated on pushing out as much chakra as possible. In the end, she couldn't hold it and lost control of the power, instantly deflating the dragon who hissed and scooted around to her back as if burned...well, that's a start at least.


'I need to come up with a name for him, I can't just keep calling him 'dragon'. That gets a bit repetitive after too long.'


She flopped over onto her stomach and was amazed to find that nearly 30 minutes had gone by, leaving a mere 4 minutes before her alarm clock would decide to go off, shattering the quiet solitude of the morning. Sakura decided to be stubborn and watched the slow minutes tick by instead of just getting up and starting her day like she ought too.


Nearly 45 minutes later Sakura left her apartment, slamming and wedging the door shut after breaking her key off in the lock last night. She left a note for her mother asking that she contact a locksmith, and headed towards the old red bridge. Time had done little to change her village since she had been twelve years old. The only difference being Tsunade's noble visage now gracing the mountains above.


It gave her the creeps.

She rounded the corner and felt her whole body deflate when she saw that all three of her teammates were already waiting for her. It might seem weird that Sai was still a part of their team but the truth was, more often than not, Sakura was unavailable. More responsibility had been pushed on to her than ever at the hospital, to the point of putting her in charge of all the trauma units while everyone else was sent out on missions. Sai became her alternate and was required to train with the other four. Kakashi often declared the numbers to be even and his presence unnecessary, it was apparent why he was in favor of the arrangement.


It was just as well that Kakashi probably wouldn't show today, he had to have known that Sai had been hiding in her bathroom through half of his little speech to her. Just one more embarrassment to deal with this morning. Sakura walked over towards the middle of the bridge, somewhere between the battle line that had been drawn through the new and the old. She eased up as she noticed a little stomp in her step and had to remind herself to stop. What respectable ninja stomps every time they are a little bit angry?


“So, did Kakashi-sensei bother to leave us a work plan this morning?” A small scroll was thrown her way.


She read the morning's workout followed by their afternoon sparring with small smiley faces and puppy dog eyes randomly scrawled across the page, for his delight more than the reader's. For late afternoon entertainment, a group meditation session (Kakashi excluded) where he had noted that he felt team cohesion could use some work, and that group meditation sounded like just the trick. Which of course, meant that Sakura would try to meditate, Naruto would fall asleep, Sasuke would ignore everyone, and Sai would do everything in his power to break everyone's concentration while being an all around asshole. Sakura thought about it for a moment and then snickered grimly as she remembered her fateful encounter with her Sensei last night. ‘Two broken fingers sure could inconvenience some good porn time couldn’t they? Well at least if I have to suffer he can put up with a litte inconvenience too.’

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After one marathon run/hike, followed by weight training, 1000 sit-ups, 1000 push-ups, and three hours of sparring; one would hope that the three of them would be too tired for this bullshit...but no, they're ninja! Sakura felt a wash of rage pass over her body as Sai resumed his low, slightly off-key, humming as he leaned into her side where he could not be dislodged, despite her attempts to remove him without actually resorting to violence. Naruto had just downgraded from ignoring and grimacing while trying to fall asleep to openly glaring at Sai. Sasuke had completely turned away from them and was currently staring unseeing into the hills. Naruto had thrown every nasty trick in the book at Sai today, including giving him two flat tires during their run.


Sasuke had been conspicuous in his extreme lack of emotion, especially after his little tantrum last night. Granted, it hadn't looked like one but that's what it was, a Uchiha hissy fit. Sakura considered herself well trained (by herself obviously) in every mood and nuance of Sasuke-ese...this was just blank and it was frankly, driving her crazy.


When Sai changed notes to a slightly higher, even more annoying hum, she couldn't take it anymore and that's when it happened, right there in front of everyone, Sakura decided to have a rager of a tantrum. The type that is never forgotten in a small town like this, the kind of fit that would be considered the Mother Hissy fit of all hissy fits.


Although some of the older crowd who remembered Tsunade's younger years might have disagreed most knew, if you needed a good hissy fit there was no one who could throw them down quite like Sakura chan.


Standing up she threw down her backpack and proceeded to stomp it into nothing; during which she screamed a vast array of expletives that included the annual mating habits of donkeys, monkeys, and various other things that are unpronounceable to anyone who wasn't having the mother of all temper tantrums. When she turned to hitting a tree, her language degraded into grunts and half spoken phrases, as all thought processes shut down in the need to vent. Once the tree had been reduced to satisfactory smithereens, she looked over her work. The stomped pack. The various cuts across her hands and forearms. The shocked, faintly frightened looks. Sakura sat down on the grass and began to wail as if the world had come to it's end...she had had enough, Sakura couldn't take them, ANY of them, ANYMORE.


When someone placed their hand on her shoulder to comfort and shush her, she wailed harder, until breathing itself became an imposition on her crying. She coughed and gasped as she mournfully tried to find air to support the newest phase of her tantrum. Sakura finally slumped over in the grass and grabbing handfuls of dirt and grass, ground her face into the soil. Continuing her ear piercing banshee wail the whole time.


“Sakura-chan, please! You have to stop crying!” interspersed with “What's wrong with her NOW?” followed by the dry remark “I think she must be on the rag”


...who ever said that last remark was surely gonna die as soon as she could find the air and strength to support the limbs that would grind them, ALL of them, into dust.


Sakura couldn't remember how long she lay there, the storm of weeping had passed as quickly as the real storm of the night before. She lay face down in the debris of her fit and hiccuped occasionally. She put a hand beside her face pulling away wet, somewhat snotty hair away from where it had been stuck, obscuring her vision. She looked over to see Sai sitting underneath a tree some distance away, watching her as his pen moved across the sheet of paper with a slight scratching sound as the nib dragged across the heavy paper.


“Are you about done or should I look for cover?” he asked sardonically.


When she moved to sit up he playfully covered his face with his sketch pad and arms, supposedly warding off her next attack. Sakura drug herself over next to him and put her head down on his shoulder as she sniffled. She pulled out a tissue from her pocket to begin mopping up the worst of the damage on her face.

“I do-hic-don't think th-hic that's very funny.” she got out as she curled up practically in his lap but not quite, for her own preservation. She had to gulp twice before she could go on, when she felt that her voice was under control. “Where are Naruto and Sasuke?”


“Ran away and I don't blame them. You probably cleared out every other person within a ten mile radius.” he smiled at her and beckoned her with a negligent hand, lifting an arm to make room for her under his shoulder. “I should probably look for cover too but you just don't scare me that much.”


He rubbed the dirt off the end of her nose with his thumb then ignored her as he went back to the sketch pad. Sakura relaxed into the scritch scritch of the pen across paper.


“I need a shower.” she remarked to no one in particular, not making any move just yet to get up.


“Lets go back to my place. I have something I want to show you.”


Sakura hesitated, not really caring for the situation but compromised by promising to run over to his place later, after she went home for her shower. He was gone with a quick seal and a flash and she trudged over to her newly flattened pack. Sakura grimaced at the sound of broken equipment inside...

That had been a new canteen too.


The door to her apartment had yet to be replaced so she had to push against it with her body feeling like a boneless wreck. It took everything she had left to just get through the door and throw her things into a corner on her way to the bathroom. After her upset, her feelings had faded into a dull sort of hurt that she couldn't help but poke at, like a sore tooth. The shower was a blessed relief and seem to bring life back into her muscles along with the strength to get dressed. She sat on the bed and contemplated going to Sai's, it took a full 20 minutes of sitting on the end of the bed staring into nothing before she was able to do it, but in the end, she got up and out the door.


She walked the mile and a half to his apartment, leaning heavily on the handrails to get to his door, fortunately, she didn't have to knock. The door was flung open by Sai, who immediately turned back into the apartment, and headed into the kitchen.


“Have you eaten?”


Sakura shook her head no as she slumped onto the couch and watched Sai carry out a heaping bowl of white rice, some pickled radish, and a side of stir-fried leeks. It looked like that was it for dinner. Sakura managed to sit up to grab the bowl of rice he handed to her before taking her turn to ladle the leeks on top and place a few radishes to the side. Saying a quiet grace, they dug in; Sakura unable to talk and Sai unwilling to.


Later, after letting Sai take her plate, she curled up on the sofa and stared through the blinds as the sun made it's final descent across the sky, day leeching into darkness. A light came on in the room as Sai wandered around touching small mementos, picking them up and then carefully replacing them. He ended up by her side and stood next to her, staring down with his unblinking stare. Unnerved, she reached over and whacked him in the thigh as proof of her displeasure.


Hands tunneled into her hair as her face was reluctantly turned up to his and she glared hatefully back into the dark irises that seemed to want to catch and hold on to her. Sakura felt herself tear up and she looked away. Sai's hands drifted down till he was loosely holding the ends of her hair in his hands, rubbing them together to get a feel for the silkily texture between his thumb and forefinger. Leaning over to her ear he brought one strand up to rub it against his lips then into the side of her neck in a gentle nuzzling caress.


Sakura threw her arms around his shoulders and hung on tight, willing the tears away and determined that she would not, under any circumstances, cry again today. She had probably lost all credibility in front of Naruto and Sasuke but Sai understood. He might not show emotion but that was because he understood it too well. He might not know how to comfort her but he didn't really need to, none of them did, they just needed to act normal damn it! Every thing needed to be normal again then everything would be fine, just fine damn it!


She pushed Sai away and cuddled back into the couch as he backed away. “You said that you had something for me to see?”

He raised his eyebrows, turned, and walked back into the bedroom. When she didn't jump off the couch, he turned and looked at her till she slowly got off the couch and followed him. Sakura was glad to look over and see that the sheets and comforter had been replaced; no longer stained with ink and blood. She heard him flick a switch and turned to look at the canvases messily stacked up against the wall. She looked over at his easel where he had been standing.


She walked closer and gasped in shock when she saw the beginning of the drawing. It was raw and not even half completed, but she could immediately see how beautiful it would be with the full exacting lines that had been placed with such deft precision. Sai was an artist driven to great work.


It was of a woman lying naked in a bed, half covered in a sheet that pooled around her loins, leaving her breasts bare. She could see the ink that covered her body in partial splatter as she arched her back off the bed with her arms flung above her head...like a woman greeting her lover, Her hands had just been cut away from the headboard the leather still attached to the wrists.


Sakura realized that the woman in the picture could only be her and she stared in shock as the vivid images of yesterday came back to her, forcing her body to tighten and heat to pool low in her stomach while her uterus contracted. The background of the painting was the only part that had been filled in with color so far. The bed and sheets were a sumptuous ruby red, a sharp contrast to the one foot that had been painted in light peaches and creams. It would be a masterpiece.


She reached out her hand, as if to trace the woman lying exposed across the page but Sai caught it before she could damage the fragile paint. He kissed her fingers and pulled her into his body, leading Sakura over to the bed, kissing her neck and ear as he carefully unzipped her top. Sakura could only stare at herself over his shoulder and let Sai undress her.


Fingers came up to tweak her nipples and she shivered as they were exposed to the cooler air of the room. Only to be replaced by a warm mouth. Sakura gasped and arched her back as she grabbed his silky hair, holding him to herself while his fingers worked on the snaps to her skirt. After long moments, his hand tunneled into her panties to find her wet and needing, it only took a small push on Sai's part to get her to lay down on the bed and accept him on top of her.


Their kisses were slow and unhurried, neither spoke or even made noises, just the wet smacking of lips and faint squeal of bed springs as he ground down into her hips. Sai lay on his elbows above her slowly teasing her body until it was fully inflamed. Every nerve ending was a screaming bundle of pleasure. Sakura arched her body into his every touch, allowing her mind to loosen from it's moorings and flow into his magic hands and lips and tongue. He pulled her hands above her head and gently spread her legs slightly apart, cocking one leg out to the side just so. She felt him rip the covers off the end of the bed and he pulled the sheet laying beneath her down to her feet. Sakura lay back , not surprised when the sheets underneath turned out to be deep ruby red. She watched as Sai slowly tucked and pinned it around her body, just as it was drawn in the sketch. She relaxed and lay back while his fingers ghosted over her skin almost negligently.


Sai walked over to his easel, sat down, and stared at her as he began gathering paints without needing to look. Sakura blinked her eyes, relaxed, as she looked over at him, knowing not to move and continued staring in stillness for as long as he felt it was necessary.


Sakura let the subtle sound of the brush stroking across the canvas seduce her. She felt her body contract as he shifted in his seat, knowing that he was looking at her. Discovering her flaws, every blemish, every pout and distortion that wracked her. All of it fell on the canvas and Sakura couldn't care. She rolled her hips and arched her back when she felt him look at her, she moaned and thrashed her head into the pillows because she knew that was what Sai wanted


But it wasn't enough...it didn't feel like enough to her and try as she may, it just wasn't good enough. She started to whine in frustration and nearly cried when she heard him get up. Sakura was disappointed in herself...this was the only thing she had to do and she had failed at it. But she had promised herself that she would not cry anymore tonight.


Sakura moaned and whined again when she felt Sai's tongue and mouth encircle her breast, once more pulling the nipple strongly into his mouth. She thought she might have bruises there in the morning but it felt like heaven. She cried out loudly when she felt her wrists grasped in his hand and the cord gently..almost lovingly, wrapped around her wrists and finally attached to the headboard. Sakura did cry then.


She cried in relief, she cried in ecstasy, and she cried because she knew now that she needed this... she was addicted. But she was quiet and their ears did not hurt this time. Sai's lips came down, brushing across the moisture. When Sakura tested the bonds and felt them hold fast, biting into her skin with the pressure, she could truly relax and allowed her body to feel the heat and pleasure... to feel contained and free at the same time. She closed her eyes, arching again, but this time she felt the whole new thrill of the cords pulling her wrists, and she felt the wetness covering her thighs.

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It had lasted for hours but Sakura never felt it, every minute spent there had only increased the tension in the wire coiled inside her body. Each stroke of the brush across the paper felt like a brush across her skin. She felt like Sai had painted her in light without even touching her. Soon enough, when the light on the easel went out, she heard the quiet footsteps cross the room, and weight dipped the bed down into total blackness one knee coming to either side of her body. When he let his lips linger over her belly button she nearly lost consciousness from the sudden shock of power surging into her loins. Sai moved over her and Sakura surrendered the last bit of herself to him, letting him make love to her for hours.


Building up every orgasm and crashing down onto her with a hard slam, only to be built up for the next, and the next and the next. Her body was an endless wave of release after release with little or no effort on his part. A flick of her nipple or a twist of a thumb and she would arch and cry out until he was forced to gag her. Sakura didn't care...she loved it and she wanted it more than anything.


To touch her all over would have been too much, it was subtle and it was seductive. Each part was played with the lightest of fingers, the most tender of kisses, and in the end, when his body entered hers, it seemed to last forever. Sakura barely had time to wonder how one night could last so long before he would thrust forward in a long slow arc that drove her hard into the headboard. The bed springs squealed and groaned in protest as he finally took her, kissing her throat and face all the while.


“Sakura, look at me.” he whispered into her ear.


She looked up into his eyes and they kissed as he came down in a slow push that forced her into the wall behind her. Their lips met and parted as he drew away, mashing together once more as he grabbed her hips to tilt her up for better penetration and drove into her. She buried her face into his neck, grabbing his shoulders and holding on for dear life. He nails left small half moons in his back as her world came apart in bursts of light and color.


Sakura lay in the silence that followed their lovemaking and realized how appropriate that term was. She had never, in her life, felt this loved. Sai might not love her for all the right reasons, but he did love her. He wanted her and for Sakura, that was enough. She would be his art, his model. She would pose and submit to any indignity for him.


She would become his muse.


In the early hours of the morning, she lay on her side as he lay beside her. She looked at the portrait of her that was becoming discernible while another dawn fell across the town. The deep ruby red, the small teeth tearing into a lip made crimson by kisses, the arch of the back and the creamy light of flesh in the darkness drew the eye. She had once heard a good painting described as something that could produce a light all its own, that could shift in mood and flavor depending on how much light you used, that’s what this one looked like.


It was beautiful, no, it was more than that. It was lovely, instead of a tawdry sprawl of limbs and sex, Sai had painted his love for her. Illuminating her breasts and face, not to draw attention to them but to show admiration and longing. He called it The Carnal Lady.

Sakura thought it was appropriate. Of course the woman on the canvas wasn't her, but it was nice to pretend. She could look at it and remember what it felt like to Be that woman for tonight. When she was with Sai, when she was his model, she could become these objects he made. Whether it was the lady in the painting or the dragon, it excited her and scared her. It was a strange power he had over her.


He had told her the meaning of the painting as they lay in bed, rubbing their legs back and forth with pleasure against the silk sheets. Sakura was shocked to hear all of this after the mind blowing intimacy.


“Sakura, come back tomorrow. Come back every day. There are so many things I want to draw, I want to draw every part of you. Don't shut me out...don't go away.”


Sakura had never heard this vulnerability in Sai's voice before and she thanked the darkness of the room as she ran her fingers down his chest, circling his nipple.


“I will.” she sighed as he kissed the top of her hair. Saying no to him would have been impossible. She knew she could not have found this pleasure with Sasuke. Sai knew her in ways she had never known herself. She smiled in contentment thinking about it. They had continued to talk of everything and nothing until exhaustion had left them both worn out and stupid and then nothing else needed to be said.


Sakura smiled as she stroked the fingers laying across her stomach, the tips faintly dyed red. She rubbed her back into his chest as warm breath ghosted over the nape of her neck. She didn't worry that she might never escape his whims, she was beyond caring. It didn't matter what the rest of them thought. She would come to him and be a slave to his lust...a slave to his art until they both found new inspiration. Till then, he would be the master painter of her body and she would be his muse.

A final note from the author:
Yes it is indeed the final chapter...no sorry kids a story needs to end somewhere, at this point i dont even see room for a secondary arc. But dont worry i will continue to slowly provide my fabulous works to you free of charge.

Now i would like to suggest that any people who find them selves easily offended look away right now...or if you find yourself easily offeneded and you find that you kind of like the feeling and you like to start pissing contests with authors just for the hell of it, by all means go ahead. I kinda enjoy it

I can make no explanations or excuses for my love of Evanessence...yes they are juvenile and repetitive and its not like im EMO i am actually a pretty happy and open person. So that leaves the question that if you dont like them how is that my problem?

Also i happen to enjoy sex toys and so do the million of americans who go to porn stores, lingerie stores, passion parties, and order online. how can you really object to a million dollar industry that gets its money from selling rubber phalluses? That justs ounds smart to me.

Did you know that the first dildoes were actually found in Doctors offices? yea it was a contraption that looked like a wand hooked up to a drill press...i kid you not, and more often then not they ran on gas and some of them even with a bicycle. Women would go to the docotr and it was considered a legitimate treatment for hysteria and general mental instability. how bout them apples? so dont knock it....its docotr tsted and approved.

well just cause this is the finale does not mean your not allowed to review! i want to have reviews from some of you who have read this story from the beginning and have never reviewed! i want to hear your THOUGHTS! i want to feel your PAIN! most of all i want you love.....my god im such an attention WHORE.

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Krickitat