Heavy

She wasn’t sure what she was doing at his house. It should have been a one time thing. A drunken mistake that had happened in a time of need and solace. A mission gone terribly wrong, too many brushes with death. And yet she stood there, her hand poised to knock. Waiting, but for what? What brought her back to this place? Had the lone experience not been enough? She dreamt of that night constantly now, flashes of skin and touch. The memory wouldn’t leave her, the secret weighed her down. She craved them. She craved the feelings they created in her. She felt hot in the cool autumn air, her skin felt too tight and her head too heavy.

As she stood there contemplating leaving or knocking, she wasn’t sure which, the door opened. He stood staring at her, leaning casually against the door frame. His expression betrayed no surprise at her appearance. The signature mask in place, his one visible eye lowered in the typical lackadaisical fashion.

“I wondered if I’d see you here again.” He said casually.
“Well, I was in the neighborhood. I haven’t seen you lately.” She replied.
“You mean you’ve been avoiding us. Tenzo’s been moping because of it, you know. Come inside, it’s cold.”
“I… uh..” She said nervously, suddenly another sleepless night didn’t seem so bad.
“Scared, Sakura?” He said to her over his shoulder as he stepped back inside.

With that she followed him inside. The living room was warm and dimly lit, a fire crackling softly in the fireplace. She sat on the edge of the couch, and she watched him move from the kitchen to where she sat. He handed her a drink and sat across from her on the arm of an overstuffed chair. She watched him sip his drink and belatedly noticed that his mask was pooled at his neck. He did it purposely, she was sure, to make her uneasy. Asshole. Her hand lifted her drink to her mouth unconsciously and she drank deeply from the glass. Immediately her throat burned, her eyes watered and she coughed convulsively. She heard him chuckle quietly and through her tears she scowled at him. He was mocking her she was sure of it.

“So… What brings you here tonight?”
“I uhh, Where is Yamato-taichou?” She replied quickly.
“He has patrol duty tonight. You know Sakura, he doesn’t live with me.”
“Yeah, I know… You guys just always seem to be together lately…” She answered lamely.
“So now that we established that Tenzo is in fact working and does in fact live somewhere other than here, do you plan on answering my question?”
“What question?” She replied.
“Why you came, Sakura.” He said quietly as he stood and walked toward her.
“Uhh. Well I, Its just that we… “ She trailed off as he stood in front of her, pulling of his shirt.
“Sakura, did you come here to tell me again that night was a mistake? Did you want to tell me that it wouldn’t happen again? That we shouldn’t let it jeopardize our working relationship? Or did you come here in hopes that I would take advantage of you? Tell me, I’m dying to know.” He finished in a whisper, kneeling close to her.
She could feel his breath in her ear. His arms on either side of her, effectively trapping her. This was what she had never seen in him before that night. This was the part of him that was closest to the way he was on the battlefield. Demanding, dangerous, barely restrained power. He wanted her to say it, to tell him that she wanted him again, that she liked his power, his violence, his ability to control her. She did, she wanted him. She wanted him to dominate her and she wanted what they had that night as well. She couldn’t wait any longer. She was drowning in the revelation that she had sought him out again. She just wanted. And that was the crux of it, it didn’t make sense or have any reason. It just was.
“Yes… I want you again.” She whispered.
“I know, but that wasn’t the question Sakura. Tell me why you came.”
“I… I want you again.” She said once more.
“Yes Sakura, but what do you want from me? Why did you come here tonight?” He asked her again. His hand moving to grasp her chin and pull her face towards his.
“I want you to… to make love to me again.” She sputtered.
“Sakura, you know I don’t make love. Tenzo makes love. If that’s what you want you’ll have to wait for him to get off duty.”
“No… I know. I want you. I don’t want to wait.” She whispered hurriedly.
“Then say it, Sakura. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He replied harshly.
“I want you to… I want you to fuck me.” She whispered.
“That’s my girl. I thought you’d never ask.” He said with a smile.

Her face must have turned three shades of red. Sakura wasn’t known for dirty language in bed. Her swears were usually relegated to the battlefield and the lab. So to hear herself speak in that manner was a shock. She was dimly aware of Kakashi pulling her glass out of her iron grip and pushing her back further onto the couch. She felt like she was in a trance, like he had her in a jutsu that muffled her senses. She could feel his hands pulling roughly at her clothes. He was undressing her in an almost clinical fashion, as if there were no sexual implications of what they were about to do. Every item of clothing was removed with quick pulls and rough handling. Anytime she made an attempt to help him or pull something off, he would swat her hands away and push her back against the couch. As she continued to stare at him, he would occasionally meet her gaze and smile conspiratorially at her. It was as if he had planned this, subconsciously willed her to seek him out. But she knew he was a strategist. His every action was a calculated tactic to gain an advantage against someone.


AN: All right hopefully this doesn't get accidentally deleted or lost in cyberspace like it did before. Although it is entirely possible that I didn't hit the edit button after I fixed it. Anyway this is just a snippet of a two part story. I am sort of testing the waters and trying to get back into the swing of things. I already see things I want to tweak but there ya go. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but flames are not. I think we're all old enough to play nice. Enjoy, and please review! xp