Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Carnal Desires ❯ Tease ( Chapter 2 )

Sweet Carnal Desires

 

 

Kakashi x Sakura

 

 

by: Artemis Black Witch

 

 

 

Summary: `What are you doing?' she demanded. `What does it look like?' he answered dryly. `Harassing me!' was her hissed reply. She pushed him off her and stamped away from the dark alley way. Kakashi looked down. `Fuck, not again.'

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2: What she doesn't know

 

Kakashi dragged his feet though the gates of Konoha and looked at the sky. It was dark already and Genma had rushed through as soon as he saw the gates going on about how one of his cousin's ex girlfriend was leaving tomorrow and he wanted to `comfort' her.

 

His thoughts strayed as he turned towards the corner of the district that was nearest to the hospital. Sakura's home was there. She should be asleep by now.

 

Two weeks away for a mission did nothing to lessen his desire for her. Every time he saw her, he would trace her lithe form unconsciously and his desire for her grew more and more every time. He knew this wasn't right and he should feel like a perverted old man for thinking of her that way.

 

The problem was, he didn't.

 

The lust was still there. His trusty books which had been great distraction for him in the past turned their backs on him now. His imagination just wandered over to her to everything he reads. If it was Junko who was pushing the woman and taking her against a darken alley, it was him taking Sakura against and tree and when it was the woman playing seductress and seducing Junko, it was Sakura tempting him with her beguiling smiles and `come-hither' finger.

 

He was lucky that she was oblivious to those things. In a way, it was a good thing for him, but in another way, it wasn't. She was open with her actions when he was around and even the most innocent thing she did would arouse him easily.

 

He looked up when he was at her building to find her light still turned on. Shaking his head at her antiques, he should mask his chakra to check on her. Hell would freeze over if she found out that he was worried. Worried? He snorted. No, he was just…concerned. The number of nights she stayed up to finish her medic reports over the past month was staggering. He recalled once two weeks ago that she thought that even an S-class mission would be a nice holiday from the amount of workload she had.

 

He walked up the building calmly, his posture slouched with his hands in his pockets, with his chakra masked.

 

Stopping at her window, he peered in cautiously, in case of a sudden attack of several flying kunai. That had actually happened before when he decided to give her a surprise visit at the hospital. She was stressing already after three operations and was about to tear her hair out when he had suddenly `pop'-ed out by her window with his usual `yo'. She had given an ear-splitting shriek, not realizing who the person was (and thinking it was Naruto pranking her -as usual), had sent a barricade of kunai in his direction and got into her defence position with chakra pumped in her fists.

 

Not surprisingly, he was bruised and lying low on the floor to avoid the very sharp weapons she was throwing around hazardously with an apologetic Sakura apologizing repeatedly while healing his wounds afterwards.

 

That was not something he wanted to experience again.

 

She was sleeping. Her head was pillowed on her arms and her body was leaning on the desk that she was working at on top of her work with a cup of cold coffee next to her.

 

Sighing in both relief and annoyance, he hopped in, not bothering to mask his chakra anymore, and landing on her wooden floor gracefully. He ruffled her pink locks affectionately, suppressing the urge to kiss her on her soft lips. Her face was relaxed peacefully with her mouth slightly open.

 

Reaching his head with a head and looked at the girl. Looking around to make sure there was no one looking around, he picked the girl up and laid her gently on her bed. Immediately, she twisted around, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt unconsciously and let out a soft moan.

 

Kakashi froze and stared at the newly revealed flesh. Then he sighed and shook his head dejectedly. That image will be in his dreams tonight. With him on top ravishing her senseless and more moans will be coming out of those soft, plump lips of hers. His hands would travel up those sleek thighs and reach the waist band of those damn tight black little shorts she always have on under her tight little medic shirt and pull them-

 

He closed his eyes to clear the images running through his head and at her for a moment debating inside whether or not to resist the temptation those lips.

 

Heaving a sigh, sounding as if the burden was too hard for him to handle, he leaned over and pressed his lips on hers. It was meant to be a soft, chaste, quick peck on the lips, but the moment his lips met hers, his control snapped. He had been trying to resist her for the past year and this was the first time he had actually given into her. And he found that once he got a taste, he couldn't stop himself. Kakashi let out a groan as if he was on drugs and slanted his lips over hers more fully. Her mouth opened unconsciously with his slight urging and he crushed her soft body to his over-heated one.

 

He was burning with desire for her and she was sleeping.

 

She gave another soft moan. He was addicted to her taste. Just as he was contemplating on getting off her before his hands start roving, said girl's hands had curled around his neck and pushed herself on him fully with one of her leg hooked around his thigh.

 

He froze, then paused and lifted his head up in surprise to see if she was really asleep.

 

She was.

 

Her head lobbed back, her body was totally relaxed and her chakra was even.

 

Groaning at the sensation of her body so close against his, he dropped his head on her chest and laughed humourlessly. She could seduce him even when she was sleeping. Disgusted with himself that he tasted her without her permission, he took a deep breath to regain his control and untangled himself, absently thinking how his dreams will get worse, and walked towards the window.

 

Before leaping out, he looked back at her. His breath hitched. The picture she made was unbelievingly appealing. Her swollen lips begged to be ravished more thoroughly, her shirt was crumpled and twisted around her body to emphasis her curves and her body was twisted around her sheets. She was breath-taking as if she was one of the characters straight out from Icha Icha Paradise.

 

`Kakashi-sensei…'

 

He froze for the third time that night.

 

What was that?

 

He turned to see her moan out his name again.

 

`Kakashi-sensei…'

 

Her voice was urgent and her hands twisted in the sheets above her. Her body arched up.

 

His lone eye widened in disbelief, not believing in his luck.

 

She was dreaming about him?

 

No!

 

Stop!

 

She was only dreaming!

 

His fingers gripped her window-ledge tightly, eyes scrunched closed, knuckles turning white as he held on his control barely on a thin string. With enormous effort, he ripped his eyes away from her and jumped out into the cool summer night.

 

He shouldn't have come tonight.

 

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“You're what?” Asuma choked on his cigarette.

 

“You heard me.” Was Kakashi's simple response.

 

They were currently in Ichiraku, each slurping on a bowl of ramen, well, more like Kakashi with his lighting mouthfuls and Asuma chewing ramen and his cigarette at the same time.

 

“What made you change your mind? For the past 12 months you kept yourself in denial of your attraction to her, and now you come and tell me that you're going to what? Chase after her? What about her? Is she even attracted to you?” Asuma asked incredulously, eyebrows shot up in question.

 

“She moaned my name in her sleep.”

 

Asuma snorted into his bowl of ramen and slurped down a mouthful of ramen. “You have gone mad.”

 

“On the contrary, I am quite sane. I feel much better in 8 months.” Taking one of his famous lighting mouthful.

 

Asuma laughed at his friend's logic, “You do realise, she would never give in to you even if she did want you.”

 

“Oh she will. She will bend to me.” Kakashi stood up to leave.

 

“Bend? Pun intended?” Asuma raised an eyebrow.

 

Kakashi shrugged, “Maybe.”

 

Then he left in a puff of smoke.

 

Realizing that his friend had left him with the bill, Asuma let out a curse and groaned with irritation. “Kakashi, you are so paying next time.”

 

Then he let out a chuckle. “About time Hatake, about time.”

 

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“Haruno-san, your next patient is here.” The inter-com spoke.

 

Sakura lifted her head up from her report on her most recent surgery and check her list of appointments for the day. She frowned and pressed a button in the inter-com.

 

“Keiko, my next patient isn't due until 2 hours later, who is it?” she asked.

 

“It's Hatake-san.” Was the reply.

 

Sakura's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Kakashi-sensei? In the hospital of all places?

 

She pressed the button again, “Send him in.”

 

A few minutes later Sakura looked up to see Kakashi tap on the door of her office twice to get her attention before coming in. He strode in with his lazy slouch casually and stood a few steps away in front of her desk. Her room smelt of antiseptic and her white overall coat was unbuttoned on top of her medic uniform that was similar to the one she had worn last night. Kakashi shivered inwardly as he recalled the arousing image she had made on her bed.

 

“Yo.”

 

“Well, well, well. What have we got here?” Sakura sat up on her chair and crossed her arms around her chest with a smirk on her face.

 

“Hatake Kakashi going to a hospital by himself with no threats given out?”

 

“Maaa, I'm not that bad, Sakura, give the man some credit.” Was Kakashi's reply.

 

Sakura narrowed her eyes, “Was Shishou-sama chasing you down?” she demanded.

 

Kakashi's sighed with a mock-hurt look on his face.

 

“No, Sakura, have some faith in me.”

 

Sakura gave out a very unlady-like snort, “Hatake Kakashi in a hospital by himself? No I don't think so sensei. Well, what do you want?”

 

Kakashi gave him her usual smile that curved his eye. “Can't an old sensei come and visit my favourite student?”

 

At this Sakura burst out laughing, “You, sensei, old? Don't make me laugh. Come on, you're only what? 32? Men like you, the older the better!”

 

Kakashi's smile widened and turned into a smirk. In two quick steps he had crossed the gap separating them and leaned in front of the desk with his face a few inches from hers. Her laughter stopped abruptly.

 

“Kakashi-sensei?” she squeaked uncertainly. “What are you doing?”

 

Not wanting to scare the poor girl too much in one day but at the same time wanting to leave an impression on her, he leaned in and whispered beside her ear, “I think my wounds are starting to make my muscles stiff…Sakura.”

 

His hot breath caressed her ear despite the mask on his face and his voice had dropped a few inches to adopt a huskier tone. He heard her breath hitched and she took a gulp. He smirked triumphantly as she gave a small involuntary shudder.

 

Kakashi pulled away abruptly and gave her his usual smile.

 

Sakura was still gapping.

 

Chuckling in amusement, he said, “So, Sakura, are you going to give me something for my muscles or what?”

 

Shaking herself out of stupor, she snapped herself into action and strode to her medicine cabinet automatically to pull put the balm and handed it to Kakashi still in her state of shock.

 

Literally shaking with mirth, Kakashi walked past her to the window and jumped out to the busy street below.

 

Sakura stood on the same spot he had left her with a second ago, still unable to comprehend what had happened a moment ago. The images of the past few moments, the heat of his body so close to her and the warm breath that was right next to her ear a moment ago, ran through her head vividly.

 

She was shook out of her daze when the inter-com buzzed again to inform her of a check-up with a patient in Room 308. She blinked and shook her head clear of the images running in her head and swept out of her office.

 

As Sakura walked briskly down the corridor, her white coat billowing out behind her, all she could think of was: what was that all about?