Shotgun Wedding

Chapter 8

Sakura felt pleasantly warm and comfortable as she was slowly drawn out of a deep sleep. At first she wondered what had woken her up, but as her brain slowly caught up, she felt Kakashi snuggled against her back. She’d been disappointed when he wasn’t back in their room, long after the sun had sunk below the horizon, but she decided he’d gotten wrapped up in work again and had fallen into bed to wait. Apparently she’d fallen asleep too.

“You’re late,” she grumbled sleepily, stirring in his arms.

“I apologize,” he murmured, running his lips over the side of her neck. “Naruto, Sasuke and I were trying figure out what’s really happening here and come up with a plan for what to do.”

“Did you come up with anything?” she asked curiously.

“Not yet,” he admitted with a soft sigh. “You?”

“No. Shojiro was in his office when I got back. I’ll try again later,” she said with a small shrug. Fortunately Shojiro also hadn’t seemed to notice any change involving his journal, so at least she’d put it back correctly.

“Be careful,” he murmured, sliding his hand over the swell of her hip and her smooth waist. “I hate seeing you get hurt.”

“I’ll be careful,” she promised, snuggling back against him, thrilling at the warmth of his chest against her back and the telltale prod against her bottom. No secret about what he wanted.

“Why are you still wearing clothes?” he murmured in mock annoyance, plucking at the long t-shirt she’d thrown on earlier.

“It gets cold at night in here and you weren’t here to keep me warm,” she murmured back. She tossed a grin over her shoulder in the dark. “But, if it’ll make you feel better, I’m not wearing any panties.”

“Every man’s favorite thing to hear,” he teased, rubbing again over her naked hip. He pushed at her gently, rolling her until she was settled on her belly.

“What are you doing?” she asked curiously, her face nestled into her soft pillow.

“Giving you a massage,” he replied simply, smoothing his hands under her loose shirt and up her back. “You work hard during the day.”

“So do you,” she reminded him.

“It isn’t that hard to direct Naruto and Sasuke,” he said with a small laugh.

She hummed softly as he began to gently knead her shoulders. “You know, Naruto and Sasuke do seem to teach the men the most. Why is that? Are you getting them ready for teaching their own students?”

“Mostly,” he admitted, gently working at a knot in her neck. “Plus they’re old enough to be treated like men. I know they don’t always act like it, but they are adults. They’re only four years younger than I was, when I took you three as students.”

“That’s true,” she murmured, thoroughly relaxed under his gentle touch. Where did he learn to do this so well? She was slowly turning to mush. “They’re the same age as me too.”

“And we know I don’t see you as a child…so they can’t be seen in that light either. It wouldn’t be fair,” he murmured, abandoning his kneading to run his hands down her back and over her rear. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Not in a few hours, no,” she said with a small laugh.

“My mistake,” he murmured, tickling over her thighs with his fingertips. He felt her skin shiver lightly at the caress and smiled. She was very responsive, more so than the other women he’d been with. It was rather gratifying to draw responses from her with only the lightest of touches.

It had been torture to come to bed each night and lie next to her for the past week. She’d been asleep each time, and after a long day of washing laundry and scrubbing rooms around the compound, he didn’t have the heart to wake his young wife. Shojiro had been pleased with her work in the main building and had quickly assigned most of the compound’s cleaning duties to Sakura.

Today, however, after her teasing in the training yard, there was no way he was going to just let her sleep. Going months without being with a woman was one thing when you didn’t have anyone in your life; it was quite another when you slept next to a half naked one everything night. His jutting length jerked in anticipation of sliding into her warm body after a week of deprivation. The way she moaned softly and gently rocked her hips against the bed didn’t help in the least.

His heart thumping hard in his chest, Kakashi slid his hands up the back of her firm thighs, coming to rest against the bottom curve of her rear. His thumbs gently brushed at the tender flesh between her thighs, flesh that hid something far more provocative and interesting from his wandering eyes and hands. Her soft gasp of excitement only fueled his further. “Lift your hips,” he murmured roughly, tugging at her hips until she was up on her knees, rear in the air.

Sakura braced her weight half on her forearms on the bed, resting her forehead on her hands. What did he plan to do with her in this position? The position made her feel vulnerable, as she was presented rather blatantly to the handsome man on his knees behind her, but she also felt a streak of excitement that made her decided to see where this went.

“Beautiful,” he growled softly, running his hand over her bottom, his thumb brushing over her exposed feminine flesh. With the infinite care he showed in all he did, he slid his fingers between the soft folds of her body and into the white hot heat of her entrance. His groin clenched hard again, both at the slick heat clenching around his fingers and her soft, shuddering moan.

He pulled from her body and ran slick fingers down over the aroused little nub nestled over her weeping entrance. Sakura jerked and gasped. “Too sensitive?” he asked softly. She gave a short nod in response. Leaning forward a bit, he reached around her leg and brought his hand back to her from the front. Very gently he pressed one swollen fold of flesh over the sensitive little nub and began to circle it gently, using her flesh as a buffer from his calloused fingers. Sakura gasped and arched into him, a far better response, in his opinion.

Groaning softly he flexed forward a bit and sank slowly into her weeping body. Warm, wet flesh gripped hard around his swollen length, clutching at his intrusion and drawing him in. “So tight,” he grunted, shivering lightly, trying to maintain the caress of his hand as pleasure streaked hard through his groin and thighs.

Sakura groaned into her pillow as Kakashi slid into her, loving the still strange sensation of being stretched and filled by another person. It was strange and erotic and exciting, like nothing she’d ever imagined. Just thinking about taking Kakashi so intimately into her body made her clench hard around him. His groaning response only made her body clench again.

The way he was touching her was yet another addition to the sensory overload occurring in her body as he began to thrust against her. His circling fingers moved with an uncanny skill and instinct. He seemed to know just where she liked to be touched and how fast to move his caressing fingers.

Kakashi closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he thrust into the beautiful woman before him. It was like heaven, sinking into her warm body, losing himself in her, if only for a short time. He liked the loss of control with her, the abandonment he felt.

His free hand skimmed over her rear again, his thumb tracing gently between the globes pressing into his belly with each thrust. She gasped and stiffened slightly, clenching hard around him at the foreign caress. He smiled tightly, wondering how she’d react to the knowledge that he could take her there too. Though, after reading his book a few weeks back, she already knew about it. Deciding to test her just a bit, he slid his thumb back through the smooth crevice and pressed gently at her nether entrance.

Sakura groaned softly and arched her hips against him. She was surprised at the new touch, but even more so and the streak of sensation that darted through her groin with every gentle press. She hadn’t realized she’d be so sensitive…there.

She groaned at the overload of sensation and began to move her hips back on Kakashi’s length, seeking release from the burning torture in her groin. “Kakashi please,” she gasped, in a high urgent voice.

Kakashi nearly lost control at the urgent, feminine plea. His body pulsed hard, sending a streak of pleasure through his groin and thighs. Gritting his teeth, trying to concentrate on holding back, he increased the pressure and speed of his caress on her feminine flesh and gently sank his thumb just inside her body, moving it in time to his increasingly irregular thrusts.

Sakura’s cheeks burned has Kakashi sank his thumb into her body, but the sensation of it quickly swept away all embarrassment. White hot heat coiled slowly in her belly, tightening to an incendiary point at her clitoris. High, involuntary gasps spilled out into her pillow as the coil tightened too far and shattered into a million pieces. Arching her back she screamed, breaking the dark silence of the sleeping compound.

Kakashi watching in wonder and male pride as Sakura came apart under him, screaming so loudly he knew others would hear her. He hadn’t thought to close the windows when he slid in next to her. He didn’t have much more than a few seconds to wonder at that, however. The glorious sound heralded his own end as well. He thrust twice more, jerking against her shaking body and letting out a strangled grunt between clenched teeth. His length flexed hard inside her pulsing warmth and he spilled out into her, jerking lightly with each pump.

With his body still pulsing gently within her weeping body, he sagged and rolled, bringing both of them to their sides. She was panting, her t-shirt glued to her body, and her heart pounding. “Oh my god,” she gasped, writhing gently against him. “I can’t believe….”

He smiled sleepily into the back of her neck and chuckled. “You are a wildcat,” he murmured teasingly. “Zuiken was right about that at least.”

“Mm,” she responded, still shaking.

He could tell, from the delicate shivers still coursing through her, Sakura wasn’t quite done yet. It made him wish, not for the first time, that he was ten years younger. His own body was already slipping from her, resting sated on his thigh, but her body was still thrumming with arousal. He gently coaxed her to her back and slid his hand back between her thighs.

“What are you doing?” she asked, gasping softly as his fingers teased over the sensitive flesh of her clitoris.

“Pleasuring you,” he murmured, nibbling at the delicate flesh of her jaw and neck.

“But you already did,” she said, eyes wide.

“I know, just bear with me,” he murmured, beginning to circle her swollen nub once again with skilled fingers. “I think you’ll enjoy this.” *

***

Kakashi sighed and rubbed his head sleepily as he made his way out into the practice area where Sasuke and Naruto were already directing the men in their stretching and warm up exercises.
He’d overslept a bit after a rather memorable night with a certain pink-hair kunoichi. He’d been sure his body wouldn’t cooperate so soon after the first mind-blowing session, but as Sakura had cried out during her second orgasm of the night, his body had reacted fiercely. It was nearly two in the morning before they finally collapse against each other and fallen asleep.

“Morning,” he murmured as he came up next to the two young men.

“Long night?” Naruto murmured grumpily.

“Not particularly,” Kakashi murmured back, ignoring the younger man’s annoyed tone. “Why?”

“The whole compound knows why,” Naruto said crossing his arms and glaring at his former teacher. “You’d better love her Kakashi, that’s all I’m going to say,” he grunted before stomping off to yell at some startled stragglers that had just appeared in the yard. It was unusual for Naruto to display his temper so openly, at least when it didn’t concern Sasuke.

Kakashi felt his cheeks redden a bit at the grumpy young man’s words and looked at Sasuke in question. “Everyone heard? I did wonder about that.”

“Sakura has a rather piercing voice at times,” Sasuke murmured with a faint blush of his own. “It tends to carry when she’s yelling…or in this case…screaming.”

“Any chance we could keep this from her?” Kakashi asked softly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“The orders have already been given,” Sasuke grunted, “But don’t think that will protect YOU from them. And I agree with Naruto. You’d better be in love with her.” He started to wander away, then paused and looked back over his shoulder. “Close the windows next time. Some of us only have a blond idiot for a bed fellow. It’s not nice to be reminded of that quite so graphically.”

Kakashi nodded slightly, wondering idly if he should tell the Uchiha just how close some people thought the two young men were. Maybe he’d hold on to that little tidbit for a day when the Uchiha heir was being a little too cocky. In the meantime he had his own damage control to deal with.

He ignored Zuiken’s knowing smirk from across the yard and made his way towards the mercenaries. The whistles and suggestions started almost immediately. He sighed and accepted it all as gracefully as he could, in hopes it wouldn’t be repeated when Sakura appeared in the yard later.

***

Sakura could hear the men laughing and whistling outside, and it didn’t take a genius, like her, to figure out what had happened. She’d noticed the windows were open the second she sat up in bed that morning. Obviously praying that no one had heard was futile. With a sigh she began to pick up their belongings around the room, stalling for as long as she could before venturing out of the room.

She came across a pile of papers Kakashi had left on the nightstand from the night before. Amongst training plans and notes was a tiny black journal, identical to the one Shojiro used. She flipped it open, hoping briefly that Kakashi had managed to steal it for her. Instead all she saw were blank pages. Shojiro must have given it to Kakashi for keeping his own records.

The beginnings of an idea began to form in her mind, as she searched frantically for her pen. Once she’d found the pen, she settled onto the bed and flipped the book open, promptly writing her name in it and drawing a girly little heart around the whole thing. She flipped the page again and wrote down the date. Chewing on the end of her pen she mulled over what she should write. It needed to be girly, sweet, a little flighty…. She grinned and began to write:

‘Kakashi said I could use you as my new journal, since I left the old one behind in Konoha. He’s such a sweet husband to me! I think you and I will get along very nicely, even though you’re all black and boring. Maybe I can go to town and find some stickers for you. Anyway, let me tell you all about what has happened in the last few months. It’s been crazy!’

Sakura grinned to herself and began to weave a tale for her new journal. It was all about her elopement with the older copy ninja and how they’d bolted from the village in an effort to escape judgment and condemnation. She bemoaned the loss of her friends, belongings and home, but gushed over how happy she was with her new husband and remaining teammates. She even included little tidbits about the intimacy in their marriage. After all, what girl didn’t secretly want to tell her friends those kinds of things? Since the journal was her only feminine outlet, why not?

Once she felt she’d written enough to be convincing she snapped the journal shut and tucked it under her tunic, inside the waistband of her spandex. All that was left now was to get some time alone with Shojiro’s journal.

***

Sakura got her opportunity later that day when Shojiro and Zuiken told her they were heading into town for supplies, several men in tow. “We’ll be back this evening, my dear,” Shojiro had informed her past an armful of sheets. “Let Kakashi know for us?” She agreed and hurried out to do laundry.

Once the laundry was hanging she calmly walked back inside, before dashing for his office. She saw the journal on the desk and tugged out her own. She purposely tossed it on the desk in the wrong place before picking up the real journal and hurrying back to her room.

If he came back for any reason, she’d be damned if she didn’t have a good cover story. He’d see her journal on the desk, his missing, and come to yell at her, then she’d play innocent and stupid, swearing she picked up the wrong one after coming back in from checking the laundry. He’d be angry, but forgive the silly little female, telling her not to do it again. She’d be properly apologetic and maybe use a few tears to convince him. At least that was her plan. She hoped she didn’t have to test it.

She spent the rest of the afternoon frantically copying down everything important she could find from the thin journal into her real journal. As the minutes ticked by she became more and more horrified with what they had gotten involved in. Clan wars and genocide abounded in his plans. He planned to attack several different villages and claim each had hired him to attack another, throwing the whole area in turmoil.

None of it made any sense until she noted that he planned to sell weapons to the villages involved and hire out his men as his numbers grew. He intended to eventually be in control of most of the villages in the area, essentially declaring himself as Warlord.

When the sun was starting to dip, she hid her journal and hurried back to his office. She dropped it on the desk and opened her own undisturbed one. Grabbing a pen, she began to detail the work she’d been doing recently and what she thought about the men of the compound, in deliriously happy detail. She loved her new home and job so much! Yeah right!

That’s where she was when Shojiro wandered in ten minutes later. He looked startled and then nervous. “Sakura? What are you doing in here?”

“Oh!” she gasped as if startled. “I’m sorry. I was just taking a quick break to write in my journal. The light is so good in here and I didn’t have a pen…I’m sorry, sir,” she gushed out, jumping out of his chair. “I’ll go now,” she said trying to step past him.

“That’s a familiar looking journal,” he murmured. “Mind if I take a look at it for a minute?” he asked.

She bit her lip and looked as nervous as she could. “I’d rather not give it to you,” she said backing away. “It’s rather personal.”

He held out his hand. “I insist,” he said firmly.

“Okay,” she sighed, handing it to him reluctantly.

“This looks very much like my own,” he remarked.

“Really?” she said with wide eyes. “I found it in my room this morning. I thought it was Kakashi’s. I didn’t think he’d mind me using it too,” she said, eyes downcast. “I didn’t know it was yours. I’ll get you a new one,” she promised solemnly, looking back up at him with guileless green eyes.

His eyes lit suddenly. “Ah yes, I did give this to Kakashi yesterday, didn’t I? I thought he might like it, having so little with him from home. If I’d known you enjoyed keeping a journal I would have found a prettier one for you,” he said, handing it back with a small smile.

“Oh really?” she asked brightly. “Thank you, but I might as well just use this one now though. If that’s okay,” she amended quickly.

“That’s fine,” he said with a superior smile on his face. “I’ll give Kakashi another later. Be sure to tell him you took his first one though,” he advised, as if she’d taken something that belonged to her father.

She nodded and hurried from the room, her face turning red with fury the moment she stepped into her room. Pompous jerk! Did he think she was twelve? She was still pacing angrily five minutes later when Kakashi strolled in, holding a bowl of rice in one hand and a bowl of fruit in another.

His brows rose at the sight of his wife wearing a path in the wood floor of their room, her lips set in a thin line. “Problem?” he asked softly.

“I took your journal, the one Shojiro gave you,” she grumbled reaching for the bowl of fruit and picking out an orange slice.

“So?” he asked, lazily strolling to the bed and sinking onto it. He set the bowls to the side and waited for her answer.

“He thought I should let you know,” she grunted, chewing on the orange.

Remembering she had something to show him, she shut the door and latched it carefully before hurrying to the bed and falling to her knees. This was no time to worry about an arrogant, sexist bastard. She had information, a lot of it!

Kakashi’s eyebrows rose as she sank down before him. “Miss me?” he teased.

She quirked a smile at him, her anger fading futher under his teasing words. “Terribly, but that can wait for a minute.” Pushing his leg aside she yanked her pack out from beneath the deep darkness of the bed and pulled out her journal, tossing it up to him. “Turn to page thirty-two,” she advised softly.

His dark eye lit with curiosity and he flipped to the page she’d told him to. He read silently for a few minutes, flipping pages with increasing interest and dread. It was far worse than he’d thought. Shojiro and Zuiken would tear apart the whole region with war and turmoil. None of the men had hinted at such knowledge. He didn’t think most of them would feel good about this, but they’d follow the man with the money. “Damn it,” he swore softly. “We have to get this to Tsunade without Shojiro or Zuiken finding out.”

“Leave it to me,” she said after a moment. “Female troubles will require me to go to town tomorrow,” she murmured shyly. She may have been sleeping with him, but there were a few things she didn’t want to talk to him about yet.

He nodded silently. “Do what you can. I hope Gemna is still watching for us.”

He put the book to the side and tugged at her hand, pulling her into his lap. “Sakura,” he began softly. “I need to talk to you about something personal.”

“Okay,” she said softly, wondering what it was he wanted to talk about.

“We’ve been on this mission for over two months,” he said. “I know I normally wouldn’t bring this up, but I can’t help but notice the lack of your…you know…female time…” he faded out blushing.

“My cycle?” she asked softly. When he nodded briefly she shrugged and blushed. “It skips most months. I usually only have a few a year anyway. That’s the way it is with most women in our profession,” she admitted shyly. “Besides I took that potion that Tsunade sent. I can’t be…pregnant.”

He was silent for a minute and then nodded. “You would tell me if you thought otherwise though?” She nodded shyly and he smiled. “Thank you. I don’t want you to feel like you need to do everything on your own. The three of us are always here for you, especially me.”

“I know,” she assured him. She leaned into him and kissed his clothed mouth gently.

He fell back, drawing her with him. “Sakura?” he murmured softly.

“Hmm?” she asked snuggling into his chest.

“You did good work,” he said, rubbing her back. She simply smiled and snuggled closer into his chest.

***

“Sir?” Sakura murmured softly from the doorway of Shojiro’s office.

He glanced up from a stack of papers and smiled indulgently. “Sakura? Good morning. What do you need my dear?”

“Good morning sir,” she said ducking her head at him. Play innocent and obedient. He loves that. “I need to go to town today…if that’s alright,” she said softly.

He leaned back in his chair and sighed. “Why?”

“It’s personal sir…a female issue,” she murmured, blushing lightly. “Please don’t make me say sir.”

He studied her for a moment, as if judging her sincerity. Apparently she passed the test because he sighed and waved her off. “You can go. Don’t be long. You might take one or two of the men with you too.”

“I’ll be fine,” she assured him with a smile. “I’m sure the men need all the training they can get with my boys. They’re pretty demanding teachers.”

“Yes they are,” he murmured. “Be careful and hurry back then.”

***

As she wandered down the road ten minutes later though, she knew he wouldn’t just let her go. She was being followed by at least three different men. They were good at hiding, but not good enough. Knowing she only had about fifteen minutes before she got to town, she decided to throw them off now.

She glanced around discretely, noting where each of them were and then slid into a thick group of trees, noting a small path that ran through the forest. She smiled and did a quick set of seals. Opening her eyes she grinned at her clone. “Go to the market and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.” She leapt up into a tree and climbed high, waving to the clone.

Clone Sakura wandered down the path, humming to herself, eventually wandering back to the road, as if she’d simply taken a detour into the pretty trees. A few minutes later Sakura saw all three men pass by underneath, seemingly unaware of her presence in the trees. She was grateful none of them were ninja. This would never work if they were.

She did another set of seals and changed into Ino. They’d practiced on each other so many times she didn’t even have to concentrate to hold the illusion any more. Jumping down from the tree, she took the path through the forest, past the village and toward the clearing where Gemna would often watch for her. It had only been a week, so hopefully he hadn’t returned home yet.

When she finally found the clearing she couldn’t sense anyone about, so she sat down and decided to wait for an hour. That was the longest she could safely let her clone wander alone. The clone could hold intelligent conversations, but wasn’t as reliable as a real person when it came to diverting attention.

***

Sakura sighed and looked up at the sun. It had been nearly an hour and there was no sign of Gemna. She swore softly and stood, brushing the grass off her purple tunic. She’d just have to figure out another way to get it to him later.

“Yamanaka Ino?” a surprised male voice murmured from above.

She started and stumbled back, looking up. Gemna’s ANBU mask was tilted curiously. “Where have you been?” she grumbled.

“I was in the village,” Gemna said with a shrug. “I needed some supplies. When I saw your clone, I figured I’d find you here.” He slid from the tree and pushed up his mask. “Good to see the real you.”

“Is she that poorly made?” Sakura frowned.

“No. She’s a good clone. She just walks differently,” Gemna said with a shrug. “She’s just not as feminine. Do you have something for me?”

She looked at him curiously. Had Gemna just complimented her? She shook her head slightly and reached under her tunic to pull out her journal. “This needs to get to the village immediately. I sealed it against being opened by any but the person that needs to read it most. It will detonate if anyone else opens it besides Tsunade,” Sakura warned.

“Really?” Gemna murmured curiously. “I didn’t know you knew how to do that.”

“She taught me herself,” Sakura said with a shrug. “I can’t emphasize just how important it is that the journal gets back to her as soon as possible. A war is brewing here,” she whispered urgently.

Gemna blinked and nodded. He tugged down his mask. “I’ll travel as hard as I can then. You can depend on me.” He jump up into the tree and turned to look back at her. “Tell Kakashi I want to see him back in town soon. He owes me a few drinks for this.” He disappeared into the foliage silently, leaving her to smile in relief after him. Gemna would get it there as fast as he could, she was positive. She just hoped it was fast enough.

***

Sakura strolled into the tiny market her clone was hopefully wandering around in and looked around for a pink head. She spotted the pink-haired copy across the road chatting with a trinkets dealer. She sighed in relief and hurried over to the clone. “Ah Sakura,” she cried in Ino’s voice. “I found you!”

Her clone turned and grinned. “Hello. It’s been a while since I saw you.”

Sakura smiled at the dealer. “I hope you don’t mind if I steal your customer for a bit.” The old man shook his head and waved them off. She grabbed the clone’s hand and tugged her gently towards the mid-wife’s office. “We need to get some supplies to take back,” she whispered. “Did anything happen?”

The clone shook her head. “No. Those three men followed me though. They’re back by the vegetable stand right now, pretending to look over the carrots. They’re not very good at this. They didn’t even split up.”

“I think Shojiro sent them out rather suddenly, so they couldn’t really plan. I surprised him with the request to leave after all,” Sakura murmured. “How are you holding together?”

“To be honest, I think I’ll only last a few more minutes,” the clone murmured back.

“You’ve been very helpful, thank you,” Sakura said with a smile. She tugged the clone into an alley and winked. “See you later.” The clone blinked out and Sakura took her true form. She hurried back out onto the road, hoping the mercenaries hadn’t noticed her disappearance. A quick glance back confirmed that they were still following her, but didn’t look alarmed.

Sakura pushed open the door to the mid-wife’s office and smiled at the assistant at the counter. “I need some supplies please, for my cycle. I ran out.”

“Always happens at the worst times doesn’t it?” the assistant murmured, smiling sympathetically. She stood and pulled a neat bundle, wrapped in brown paper, off of a shelf behind her. “Is this all you need?” she asked writing out a receipt.

“Yes, thank you,” Sakura murmured. She hesitated a moment and then, blushing, spoke up. “If I were pregnant…would I be able to tell? I don’t get my cycle much as it is, so that’s not helpful.”

The woman smiled and leaned against the counter. “Well if that isn’t an indication, you wouldn’t know for sure I suppose. Most women, eighty percent or so, suffer from morning sickness to some extent. Some are sick for months and others for only a few days or weeks. Nausea and vomiting are fairly clear indications of pregnancy, if it lasts longer than the stomach flu should. How long since you were intimate with a man?”

“This morning,” Sakura admitted, blushing furiously. “But it’s only been a week since the first time.”

The woman frowned softly. “I could have sworn you were married before you moved here. Aren’t you the young woman who moved here with her husband and two friends?”

“Yes,” Sakura admitted, cursing her own mouth. “But I was nervous about…being intimate with him, so my husband agreed to wait.”

The woman relaxed and smiled. “That was very sweet of him,” she murmured. “Many men wouldn’t be quite so patient with such a beautiful bride. Well if that’s the case, it’s far too early to tell. Symptoms won’t really appear for another three or four weeks, maybe longer.”

“I’m probably being silly. I took a contraceptive potion anyway,” Sakura said handing the woman money for the cloths.

The assistant smiled and shrugged. “Even with precautions it can still happen. Come back and see us in a few weeks and we can tell for sure. If you can find a medic-nin, though, they could probably tell you sooner. They’re trained to sense the shifts in chakra, a baby creates in its mother.”

“Could a medic-nin sense it in themselves?” she asked curiously. “I was trained as one in my old village.”

The woman blinked and looked intensely curious. “Really? Oh my! We could use someone like you here. You could really help us with women who don’t stop bleeding…you could save a lot of mothers’ lives.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I will talk to my husband about it,” Sakura said with a shake of her head. “I’d like to help, but I think we will be moving eventually. What about sensing the baby though?”

The woman shook her head, “I don’t know. I don’t think you’d be able to feel it. You would have already grown used to the shift anyway.”

“Oh…well thank you,” Sakura said with a sad smile. “I’ll let you know if I can work here. In the meantime, I’m sure you could just send someone for me at the compound if you ever really need my help. Goodbye,” she murmured, wandering back out into the street.

“I’m just being silly,” she grunted to herself. “There’s no reason why I would be pregnant. It’s too soon.” Still, she thought, the idea of children with Kakashi did appeal. She didn’t think she’d be too upset if it did happen.

Of course it couldn’t happen at a worse time. A pregnancy would interfere horribly with their mission. It was the reason so many kunoichi took potions or avoided men all together. Children often meant the end of their dangerous careers. What mother would purposely put her life in danger, knowing her child was waiting faithfully at home for her return?

She shook off the disturbing thought and continued her walk back to her temporary home. She couldn’t wait to get this mission over with and return to Konoha. It looked like she had a few new things to work out in her life.

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* Funny note. I was listening to some music while I was writing the good stuff and ‘More Human Than Human’ came up on my play list (White Zombie), and there’s this woman having an orgasm in the beginning. Rather fitting I think. If I remember correctly ‘Closer’ by NIN is pretty close to this one on the list too. Should be an interesting morning. :)

And yes I know the smut scene was kind of short...but that happens in life. :) Hope it was titillating enough any way. :)
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