Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Caught part one The Goddess ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

 

LEMON!

This has a lemon in it, but its does not involve Naruto or Hinata. Some of you may not like who it does involve, but that's the way it is. The two that end up doing it in this story do NOT end up together! So no freaking out on me!!! Lol Oh and there is no pregnancies or anything between these two either. Just the sex. The one time thing. Also, I will be rewriting the lemon due to how much it SUCKS!!! I wrote it while watching HOUSE. Talking about mood killer!!!

 

 

 

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, GOING AFTER THE UCHIHA LIKE THAT? AND BY YOURSELF NO DOUBT! HE COULD HAVE KILLED YOU” The Hokage's voice echoed past the door, down the hall, and no doubt across the village.

 

Sakura took it all. She knew that leaving the way she did was dangerous, but under the circumstances in was necessary. All she could do now was hope that she got threw to the block head.

 

Taking a few calming breaths, and a few cups of sake, the woman sat down, glaring over the desk at her student. Her anger overdoing any other emotion she could have possibly felt.

 

“I'm sorry Sensei” Sakura whispered. She really was sorry to disappoint her so much. “It wont happen again. I just…I wanted to get threw to him” A few years ago, tears would have filled her eyes, if not fallen, but she did no such thing now. She had grown up. She was no longer weak.

 

“Sakura, I have a mission for you” Tsunade began, out of the blue. “It will be a mission that no one else can accomplish.”

 

Taking the change in topic as a pre `you are forgiven' Sakura nodded.

 

“This mission…” her eyes turned hard, not out of anger, but out of worry. “This mission may require you to sleep with the enemy”

 

Sakura gasped. Her hand clenching the chair. She heard of these missions. She's heard of the thing the female ninja's had to do during missions sometimes. She just didn't expect to be assigned to one herself.

 

“I understand if you don't want to take it but there is no one else.”

 

Taking a deep breath she calmed her nerves. She was a ninja. This was a risk. She knew.

 

“What is the mission?” Her voice sounded professional; with the exception of the small crack.

 

“You are to travel to wind and seduce a man by the name of Mamoru Katsuo. You need to get some information regarding and assassination attempt on Gaara out of him before you kill him”

 

Clearing her throat she tried to speak, but the first attempt came out something like a horse cough. “When will I have to leave?”

 

Taking an extra minute to eye the young ninja before her Tsunade answered. “Tomorrow afternoon you leave with a group of farmers that are heading in the same direction. You are not required to act as guard”

 

#$%^&*(*&^%$#

 

When it comes to the vocalization of ones passion, most men have no issues with it. Most men prefer their woman to give off noises during intercourse. It ensures then that they are indeed doing their job correctly. Also it helps to fuel their own sexual desires. Do not be embarrassed. Let whatever noises that wants to come out, come out!

 

She blushed.

 

What kind of noises would she make?

 

Better yet, what does an orgasm feel like?

 

Taking a glance up at the clock she nearly gasped at the time. If she didn't leave now she would miss the wonderful late night Uzumaki performance.

 

One that she had recently found she enjoyed way too much to miss.

 

Normally the guilt would have been killing her by now, but he willingly went out there and trained in the nude. He had to have known she was there. If he didn't mind, then she wouldn't.

 

$%^&*()*&^%

 

Pink hair covered her eyes as she kept her head down. It was some time around midnight. She wasn't sure of the exact time but then again it didn't matter. She was traveling with farmers in the afternoon. They would have a cart in which she could sleep.

 

Baka'a, a bar favored by ninja's, was busy that night. The amount of missions lately had been brutal. Gaara was doing his best to prevent a war that had threatened to take over his country. The accusation held against him were absurd, but all the same, he had to find peace.

 

Konoha ninja's were dispatched to help solve the conflict. During their leave they always ended up in here. She herself had been sent on a few missions regarding this possible war, and the thing she saw nearly traumatized her.

 

Her job had been concerning the 38 civilians the enemy country kidnapped and tortured.

 

Men, women…and children.

 

She shivered at the memory. Luckily she didn't loose any of them, but they will forever be disfigured.

 

She sighed.

 

Looking around she studied the fellow ninja's who were sitting around, having a few laughs. She knew most of them.

 

She hated to say it, even think it, but she needed to get laid. Loosing her virginity to some unknown man, and murder, was not what she wanted. If having sex with him was her duty, than so be it, but NOT her first time. It would no doubt ruin her for sex for the rest of her life!

 

She needed a one-night stand.

 

Her first thought has been Naruto. He was a virgin too, she knew, and would have been ecstatic to know that she wanted to loose it to him. She did. Really, and honesty. He would be a gently lover. He would worship her. Make her feel like a goddess, but she didn't want to BE with him. No doubt he would take that as a sign that she had feelings for him. Even if she explained it to him. That and she couldn't find him; she tried.

 

Mainly she just couldn't find him.

 

She trusted him, and the fact that she found him quite a sexy male specimen helped.

 

She smiled wickedly at the thought.

 

Oh yes, very good looking indeed.

 

So now what?

 

Who could she seduce, or talk into sleeping with her, that she trusted. That she knew! She was running out of time.

 

Looking down at her glass she frowned.

 

And alcohol.

 

“Never thought I'd run into you here”

 

She turned her head, the alcohol slowing her movements; her eye fell on a familiar unsuspecting man, who took the seat next to her.

 

She studies him. He was handsome. Has a nice body, she knew from his physical exams. Neither had feelings for each other, she knew that for a fact -long story- and she trusted him. Not to mention he'd understand.

 

“You're perfect” She whispered. A smile forming on her face.

 

“Excuse me?” He studied her devious grin with worry.

 

“Nothing, here, let me buy you a drink…Shika-kun”

 

$%^&*(*&^%$%^&*

 

How was she supposed to do this again?

 

She read that chapter over and over, but now that she was sitting here, her body begging for something she assumes is an orgasm, her mind went blank.

 

Touch yourself.

 

That's what she remembered form a thirty-page chapter.

 

Sounds simple enough, but awkward, even if she were alone…

 

…well, mostly.

 

$%^&*()_*&^

 

Letting the chakra leave his feet, he fell into the cool water, enjoying the relief he knew it would bring. Training this way was amazing. Not only was he learning how to fuse his chakra with water, which was NOT easy, he was learning a new Kata. Hand to hand moves he hadn't used since his days in the academy were coming back to him- he was defiantly going to use a few of them in his next fight.

 

For a brief moment he wondered what Kiba was doing the next day.

 

Arching his back he rose to the surface of the creek, just floating along, completely in peace.

 

After training dips were awesome; even if they were in the early hours of the morning.

 

The mysterious `goddess' entered his mind again. He knew she had an injury to her leg, one that was no doubt shaped like an L. It was a good six inches above her knee. He spent the morning looking for Sakura or Tsunade, asked about a girl that could have come in with an injury like his `goddesses'.

 

Sakura hadn't been as work or anywhere else for that matter.

 

Tsunade, on the other hand, looked amused. When he asked her about the girl with the injury to her leg she replied with the some crap about patient confidentiality and the number of females with cuts on their legs.

 

When he replied with that fact that she most likely came in naked, tsunade's amused look kicked up a few notches.

 

He blushed at the memory of being accused of learning the perverted way from either, if not both, of this pervert masters.

 

To be fare, Kakashi read a book series. That was all. He never spied on women or made inappropriate comments. That was all Jiraiya! The thought of weather or not Kakashi had ever had sex crossed him mind before he laughed at it. Kakashi was too much of a stud to not have attracted a few females here and there; if not a fan club.

 

Before returning to his clothes he could have sworn he hears a gasp, that sounded a lot like a moan, somewhere nearby, but after further investigation, he found nothing.

 

$%^&*()

 

Her back hit the front door to his apartment hard. She pulled him into her by the green unzipped Jounin vest he always wore. His hands rested on either side of her as he surrendered to the kiss.

 

The taste of alcohol ignored.

 

She moaned.

 

He grabbed the doorknob.

 

It was locked.

 

Grabbing for his keys he pulled them from his pocket, only to drop them. Pulling away from Sakura, who giggled at his clumsiness, he grabbed them. Squinting at the keys, he fumbled through them until he found the one that unlocked his door. Taking a few times, and a glare at the giggling girl, he managed to get the door opened.

 

Both fell to the floor.

 

Sakura's giggles turned into a full-blown laugh.

 

Shikamaru gave a few laughs himself before pushing himself up.

 

Turning his body he kicked the door closed.

 

Sakura's lips immediately attached to his neck.

 

Groaning in pleasure, he slowly allowed his full weight to press down on her; his forehead resting on her shoulder.

 

His lips took hers.

 

Pulling the vest down his arms she throwing it to the side, where is knocked over a tall floor vase.

 

“Sorry” She mumbled, pulling his long sleeved shirt out of his pants and running her hands across his back.

 

“I'll live” he nibbled her neck, just below her ear.

 

She wrapped her legs around him.

 

He pressed his hardened appendage against her.

 

“Wait” She pushed him up onto his knees.

 

He looked at her with foggy alcohol laced confusion, as if he were going to say something.

 

She, still laying down, pulled her shirt up, revealing her spandex shorts. Grabbing the latch that kept her belt on she tugged. Ripping it form her body, including the two pouches she always wore, she threw that along with his the green utility vest.

 

“Its was digging into my back” She explained as she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him onto her, wrapping her legs around him.

 

Their lips resumed their task of dominance over the other.

 

“Hold onto me” Shikamaru whispered.

 

She did.

 

He pulled her up, her legs and arms wrapped around him, one arm rapped around her. Her hands starting to pull his shirt up in the back.

 

Stumbling slightly every few steps, leaning against the walls of the hall, he managed to make it to his room. Opening the door, or rather, ramming into it, he was glad to see that it had been slightly ajar and that he wouldn't need to buy a new one.

 

Falling, or jumping at, however you wanted to look at it, onto the bed, Sakura started to giggle again.

 

Within minutes, clothes littered the room.

 

Two naked bodies pressed against each other.

 

Her legs wide enough to where her knees almost touched the bed. His hand holding he inside of her thigh, keeping her legs spread wide. His other hand massaging her breast, while his lips sucking on her neck.

 

She moaned. Arching into him.

 

He began to rub against. The heat radiating off of her sending chills down his spine.

 

Digging her nails into his back nearly screamed at the feeling of the warmth of his hardness.

 

His lips moved to hers. “I'm not…usually this…active” he moaned between kisses.

 

“it's the alcohol” She dug her nails into his hair. Returning the kisses.

 

He positioned himself at the entrance, using the hand that was holding down her leg.

 

“I don't love you” he whispered, between kisses.

 

She smiled, deepening the kiss.

 

Breaking the kiss she inhaled, preparing to explain this in one breath, so that they could continue. “I leave on a mission in a few hours that may call for me to loose my virginity to the enemy”

 

He looked at her in the eyes for a moment, before nodded. “Fare enough”

 

He attacked her lips.

 

Pushing the head into her, he grabbed her hip, steadying her.

 

Their hands roamed, massaged, and groped.

 

He pushed completely into her.

 

He felt her shiver.

 

His breath caught.

 

There wasn't a pause between his entering her and his slow hard thrusts. Their bodies up against each other at close as they could go. His hand went back to the inside of her thigh, pressing it too the bed, deepening his thrusts.

 

His tongue attacked her nipples, caused her already loudening moans to turn into screams of pleasure.

 

He could feel her tightening. Her body went still as he quickened his pace, keeping it hard and deep.

 

He could feel his release. His body started to twitch.

 

Pulling her bent leg up, so now that it was against her side, he thrust into her as hard as he could.

 

Her back arched further, her eyes open in amazement. Nails digging into his flesh.

 

Her body shuttered. She screamed in pleasure. Her hips bucked against his is a desperate attempt for more.

 

With a final grunt he felt himself go.

 

He jerked, almost violently.

 

His hand clenched.

 

…

 

There was a pause.

 

A pleasant one.

 

Enjoying the feel of the orgasm.

 

He collapsed. The nights activates and the alcohol taking its toll.

 

She lay on her side, her left leg under him and as he lay on his stomach next to her.

 

Their eyes opened. They looked at each other.

 

They laughed.

 

#$%^&*

 

Hinata starred at herself in the mirror that hung on the in her bedroom. Her stomach still twisting form almost getting caught my Naruto, doing something horribly embarrassing.

 

She couldn't sleep that night.

 

She felt dirty.

 

She felt tainted.

 

And she liked it.

 

How had she gone so log without this kind of release. It was almost as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulder.

 

What made her do it to begin with…curiosity?

 

There were books written about sexual acts. Married couples did it. People that weren't married did it. It was a natural part of human life, with major consequences, and she had been missing out.

 

Shamed filled her, embarrassment next, but the want to do it again remained.