Cat and Mouse

It was a cat and mouse game that they played day after day. She would tell him something about herself that she told no other man, and he’d reveal the things he thought about her when no one else was around. It turned her on to no end to know that someone would think of her in the most intimate of ways – and it drove him wild to be able to tell the girl of his wet dreams his most erotic thoughts.

For months they had been playing this intimate game, seeing who would be the one to crack first. They both would imagine the amazing moment where they both gave in at the same time, devouring each other in a passion that can only be brought on by months of teasing and limit-testing.


On this day, Haruno Sakura was sitting beneath a tree that bared her namesake, reading up on medical jutsu and the latest shinobi tactics. Even though she was many years beyond her schooling, she still found immense pleasure in sitting down and studying. It also reminded her of the good times – the times before Naruto went to train with the perverted hermit, and before Sasuke had betrayed her heart and her village. There were still frequent nights when she’d awaken from a realistic dream, swearing she heard the boy of her dreams whispering her name in the wind.

She put down the book and sighed softly, thinking back to some of those nights. Briefly Sakura wondered if he thought of her on what she presumed were lonely and cold nights. Did Sasuke ever see a beautiful starlit night and wish she was around to share it with him? She shook her head, reassuring herself that he did not think of her in that way. “No,” she whispered softly to no one. “Sasuke thinks only of revenge. There is room for nothing other in his cold bastard heart.”

There had been much correspondence between her and Naruto while he was training with Jiraiya. Even though he had never been too specific about his whereabouts or what he was learning, he always made sure to tell her how he was getting stronger. Every letter ended with a promise to bring Sasuke home. Sakura had been tempted many times to tell Naruto what she really thought when he returned to the village. She wanted to tell him how she realized Sasuke had no room in his hate-filled heart for either one of them, and how she knew Naruto had to move on. Deep down, Naruto cared about Sasuke more than Sakura did now.

It was not more than a few months after Naruto went to train with Jiraiya that Sakura had a serious sit-down with herself. She realized that Naruto would need to get on with his life. He was destined to become someone greater than anyone she had ever known. Sasuke, if he ever did show his disgraced self around Konoha again, would only be focused on reviving his clan. With a slight blush, Sakura realized what that had meant; something she didn’t understand in her younger years. Every time she promised to help Sasuke revive his clan, she was clearly offering herself to him. Her youth had not let her realize that he would impregnate as many women as possible, regardless of marriage or not. It was then that it occurred to her that she didn’t quite understand Sasuke the way that she thought she did.

“Sakura?” a soft voice sounded behind her. Pushing her pink hair out of her eyes she turned around to see Kiba, standing with his back to the sun as Sakura flinched. “Don’t flinch; I’m not here to take you away from your books.”

A slight twinge of annoyance spread into her voice; did he just call her a bookworm? In her years she had matured and silenced her insecurities, but nothing could silence Inner Sakura. “It’s hard to see you when you’re standing in front of the sun, Kiba. What is it?”

Kiba took her hint and sat down on the grass next to her. “Hinata and Ino are looking for you. Something about dinner tonight…” His voice seemed somewhat sad.

“Oh God, Kiba I’m so sorry!” she squealed, remembering that there was a get-together tonight for their group of friends. She hurriedly grabbed her books and shoved them into a small bag that she had borrowed from Ino’s flower shop. Before Kiba could stand to assist her in gathering her small library of medical and shinobi journals Sakura was racing off into the sunset.

Chuckling, Kiba stood where Sakura had just been only seconds ago. Her speed was amazing; no, he was amazed by her in general. Sakura had matured from being Sasuke’s fangirl into a brilliant medic-nin and sometimes too powerful apprentice to the Hokage. Kiba, unfortunately, had been on the receiving end of some of that powerful strength during sparring matches. He had made a mental note the next time to fight against someone who didn’t have so much to prove to themselves or the village.


With amazing speed, Sakura raced back to her small apartment. “Shit!” she cursed to no one. “What a thing to forget!” Annoyed with herself, she jumped into her door, throwing down her bag of books and magazines on the kitchen table.

Her apartment wasn’t remarkable and was Spartan in nature. She found herself far too busy to upkeep a large, elaborate place of residence. Between studying, training and being constantly on-call she simply didn’t have the time to do much housecleaning. She opened the door to her closet and pulled out a black skirt and green top that matched her eyes. Sakura had the habit of highlighting that feature of her. After being called “the pink-haired girl” for years she had tried to evolve into someone less known for her unusual hair coloring and more known for her skills.

Pulling on her new clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror. From every angle she almost oozed femininity; her breasts were secured tightly in a bra that pushed them a little further up but wasn’t too uncomfortable and her toned legs traced an almost never-ending line to her sandaled feet, a small ankle bracelet Hinata had purchased for her hung loosely around it. All in all, she felt secure that she would turn heads tonight. It had been a long day, and thinking about Sasuke always put her in the mood to silently betray her feelings for him.


Kiba had his own plans for tonight. Sure, he was also going to the gathering, but he had an ulterior motive for making sure Sakura was going to that party. For a few weeks they had been exchanging side-ways glances and the slightest touch of the hand when they exchanged reports or drinks when they had lunch together.

They had also been exchanging intimate words over those lunches. He would made slight remarks about her or her body, and she would confide in him her thoughts on the most private parts of her life. She had been slowly driving him wild, wanting to make the fantasies and thoughts she spoke about come to life.

He pulled on his usual coat that seemed far too warm for the endless summer nights Konoha seemed to have. He learned forward into his bathroom mirror, staring into his own deep eyes. “I’ll have her tonight,” he grinned.


Most of the group had already gathered in the restaurant that Ino had made special reservations at. The man who took her reservation looked at her in a scared sort of way when she made the reservations for so many people. But Ino had her way of influencing people. A rather scary way if anything.

Lee was already eyeing the small glass of sake that had been placed in front of him by the overzealous waiter. If only the waiter had asked who wanted a drink, he would have gotten a resounding “Not Lee!” from the entire group. Neji and Tenten were already sitting closer and closer to each other the more time passed by. Ino and Shikamaru were sitting close enough to give others the hint that they were more than friends, but not enough to arouse suspicion to others passing by. Hinata, Choji and Shino were having a quiet conversation about the menu when Sakura walked in.

“Hey, Sakura!” Ino called from across the restaurant, instantly directing all eyes towards the girl walking in the door. Waving her arms wildly, Ino gestured Sakura towards two currently unoccupied seats. Sitting in the seat closest to Hinata, Sakura said her hello’s to everyone and asked how everyone had been.

“Sakura-san, please let me say you look great tonight!” Lee blurted out. It was already obvious to most of the group that Lee had taken a small sip of the sake and as a man unable to hold his liquor he was also unable to hold his tongue.

“Oh, Lee, thank you,” Sakura blushed, looking over Hinata’s arm to read the menu. It was mostly fish-related foods and she already felt hungry. “Ino, you didn’t already order did you?”

“No, forehead-girl! I have more sense than that!” Ino giggled.

Shikamaru moved her almost empty sake glass away from her and replied to Sakura’s question, “No, we’re still waiting for Kiba.”

“He’s late?” Sakura said with surprise. “He was the one who came to get me. Some nerve, hurrying a woman and being late himself…” Shikamaru muttered something about women and troublesome ways when Ino elbowed him in the gut.

Kiba had finally arrived, waltzing in like he was first to the party, or at least fashionably late. Since he was neither, Hinata scolded him quietly, “It’s not good manners to leave the rest of us waiting for you, Kiba.”

“Sorry, Hinata. I had a few things to take care of before I came over here. I would have been early if I hadn’t had to remind this one here that she was going to be late!” he joked, sliding in next to Sakura and putting his arm around her waist beneath the table, hand firmly closed over her hip.

Red rose to Sakura’s cheeks; whether it was from annoyance or where his hand had gripped her she wasn’t sure. “Thank you for coming to get me, Kiba. But you seemed to take longer than me to get ready.”

Tenten giggled a little, “Kiba, taking longer than a girl! That’s a shame!” Neji squeezed her hand gently as Tenten continued to giggle at whatever he was whispering in her ear.

Kiba snuggled a little closer to Sakura, taking his hand off her hip to take a drink of water from the pitcher placed in the middle of the table. His slow movements and intense heat was distracting her as she tried to focus on the menu. She had been attracted to him for quite some time, but never bothered to clue him in; afraid of him spurning her advances. But now she was sure he just wasn’t being a flirt. She had spoken to him about her insecurities and fears of sexuality and he had spoken back about his most intimate dreams and how he would want a woman that did those things. He had just never bothered to tell her that the woman in his dreams was her.

Without anyone noticing, Kiba had dipped his fingers gently in the icy water and returned his hand to Sakura’s bare leg. The sudden feeling of ice against her burning skin made her nearly jump out of her seat.

“Hey, Sakura, what’s wrong?” Ino asked, signaling for the waiter. “I hope you’re not going to wuss out and leave us early again!”

Sakura choked a little as Kiba gently stroked her thigh with his icy fingers, “No, Ino-pig, I was just trying to see if there was…um…someone over there I recognized!” Instantly everyone at the table turned to look at the man sitting in the direction Sakura was facing, leaving the unsuspecting patron to give them all a look one might give someone who was insane.

Ino, always the loudmouth, ordered for everyone. It wasn’t an overbearing gesture, just one that shows how well she remembers everyone’s quirks, likes and dislikes.

A few minutes later Kiba’s fingers left Sakura’s leg, and she gave a small relieved sigh. Kiba grinned at her like a predator might do to his prey. He had sensed for a long time she had felt something towards him, but didn’t try making a move on her until he was sure. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship, but he was still a human with basic human needs. He leaned over to her, pretending to be whispering about the food, but saying low in her ear, “Do you like when I do things like that?”

Her surprise was all the answer he needed. She had been too embarrassed earlier to say anything to him, but she leaned back into him, leaning her chest on his arm, “I think you know the answer to that already, Kiba-kun.” It made her groan internally that he asked her what she liked, as if trying to be the perfect man for her in whatever he does.

It was after dinner was served and many colorful conversations were had that they all parted ways. Neji and Tenten went to parts unknown, while Shikamaru walked Ino home since she had to mind the shop the next morning. Lee decided to walk Hinata home being the gentleman that he is, as Choji and Shino retired to their separate apartments speaking something about a mission early the next day.

Kiba had asked Sakura if he wanted him to walk her home and she accepted gladly. As they walked, they brushed hands frequently, neither wanting to be the first one to take that step. They reached Sakura’s doorstep, and she turned to face him.

“Kiba, I-,” she was interrupted by his lips on hers. It wasn’t a desperate or animalistic kiss as she expected, but a slow and calculated kiss. He seemed to sense her every like and dislike about his methods and adapted to fit her needs. His hands came up and into her loose pink locks, gently massaging her scalp as he tried not to massage her in other places.

“You know what you do to me?” he whispered, his teeth and tongue making their way down to her throat. “Every time we get close I want to do things to you they don’t even write in those perverted books your sensei reads.” He was nibbling gently on her earlobe now, making her groan in response. Every nip of his teeth or flick of his tongue drove her wild, placing thoughts in her mind she only had in her most erotic dreams. His hands wandered to her hips, gently lifting up her shirt to her ribcage, making her groan in want.

“Kiba we can’t do this here!” she gasped, his breath hot in her ear as he spoke.

“Then open the goddamn door.”