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When Cherry Blossoms Fall	By : inuyoukai8 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5805 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I do not own Naruto, any associated characters and I have no rights to the material. I make no profit from these writings which are purely for entertainment.

“Hold still Sakura or the ink will smear.” Sai chided.
She was currently lying on her stomach in his rooms, her gaze fixed at the bright festival in the streets below. A foreign troop of some renown had come and Tsunade having seen them before invited them to perform for the village.
Their music was exotic and enchanting.

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Sai and Naruto had asked her weeks ago to attend the festivities with them. She’d agreed and purchased a new dress that dipped low in the back.
It was a sensual dress of pale rose. Ino swore it made her skin and eyes glow. It had been terribly expensive and Sakura had initially turned from it. Ino however had whipped out half of the cost proclaiming this a dress of destiny.
Whatever the hell that was. She’d been hanging out with Lee too much maybe. But for Ino to fork out cash for someone other than herself spoke volumes. So Sakura had smiled and tucked the dress into her closet.
Ino told her she could borrow her back drape. A shining silver chain, set with little crystal droplets. Sakura wasn’t quite that adventurous. So she’d declined. Looking for something else.
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She’d watched Sai paint lovely blossoms on a canvas and the thought had occurred to her.
“Sai?”
“Yes Sakura?”
“Will you paint me?”
Sai had blinked up at her, pausing with brush in his hands, “You want your portrait?”
She shook her head, “No, will you paint me? Something on my back?”
He had blinked at her, “For your festival dress?” Clever man.
She nodded.
“I will need different paints; these are not for use on skin. What would you like?”
Sakura sat down beside him, “I’ll pay for the paints and you can paint whatever you want. Just something that looks good ok?”
He considered it. “I do have some paints here. I haven’t used them in a while. I can infuse them with chakra once they are dried they will look like a tattoo until we release the seal. Would something like that work?”
Sakura nodded, “Thank you Sai!” she had wrapped the shy man in her arms and kissed his cheek.
“Be here tomorrow morning then, it will take most of the day.”
Sai hadn’t been completely honest with her. He did have some paints, but there was something special he needed. He reached into a small pouch and drew out several pearls. These he crushed and added to the special herbal fixative.
Then he carefully set out the colors he would need. She trusted him enough to let him paint on her without knowing what he might conjure. It touched him deeply.
When Sakura arrived the next morning, she greeted with him with a peck on the mouth. “Brought breakfast” she offered, “No I didn’t make it.”
Sai nearly sighed in relief at that.
They nibbled the muffins in companionable silence for some time and then she asked him, “What will you paint?”
He smiled in that way of his, “It’s a secret.”
She sighed and nodded, “You better not paint something that says ‘I’m with dickless’.
Sai shook his head, “Take off your clothes and lay down there.” He motioned to the desk that he’d covered with sheets and cushions for her. It was right near the window. He handed her a tiny towel, “You can cover your butt with that. Try and get comfortable, it’s going to be a while.”
He had turned his back to her, digging through the jars of brushes and shaking small paint containers, so Sakura stripped quickly and climbed onto the desk, draping that scrap of cloth over her upturned cheeks. “I’m ready” she said softly.
So it began.
Sai poured sweet smelling oil into his palm and spread it over her back from nape to the crack of her bottom. He worked it into her skin with slow, careful movements and Sakura moaned softly.
“What is that stuff?”
“Base for the paint. You do want it to come off later?”
She nodded and let her head drop down as his fingers feathered over her flesh. “That… feels good Sai”
His hands paused momentarily and he smiled, “I’m glad.”
“I’m ready to paint. Some of these contain chakra reactive compounds so please don’t be alarmed. My chakra will move with yours and give you what you want.”
She nodded her understanding, eyes moving back to the window. “People are really excited about this festival.”
He nodded and unscrewed the first jar of paint. He dipped his brush and then traced it lightly over her skin. She giggled, and squirmed.
“Hold still Sakura or the ink will smear.” Sai chided.
She went still, “It tickles.”
Sai continued his work, pouring chakra into the paint as he drew the tangled green and black lines across her back. Soon they began to branch out on their own.
Sakura felt the warm ripple of the paint moving along her skin on its own. “Sai?”
“I have the image fixed in my mind; my chakra will place the paint as I work on this area.”
It felt like tiny, wet, feathery wisps brushing over her skin, she felt them tease along her hair line and then the sensation swept over her ribcage. She gasped when she felt the warm wet caress against the sides of her breasts.
Everywhere the brush and paints touched felt like fevered kisses dropping along her skin. She panted as she became highly aroused.
That sensation moved over her throat, making her moan. The tiny green vine laying itself against the pale column of her skin.
Her hips shifted.
“S..Sai” she whispered.
The ink user met her gaze, “Does it feel good?” he asked softly, “I want it to.”
She reached for him, “Yes!”
Her green eyes were heavy lidded, she held his gaze as he moved to her head. He brushed her hair gently from her face and laid his lips gently against her own. His lips were soft and warm, his fingertips touched the corner of her mouth and she opened for him, letting his tongue slip into her mouth.
He groaned when her tongue twined against his, his hands moving into her hair.
He stepped back, his body tense and hot, “I need to finish this” he said.
Sakura whimpered in need as he picked up another brush and opened his next jar of paint. This was a cream that whispered across her skin, small cherry blossoms springing up on her back. Then came the palest of pinks and these accented the pale blooms.
Sai worked carefully, dropping kisses on the unmarked skin as he went. Each layer of paint making her body ache, his touch tender and teasing. Sakura groaned when he leaned up, crotch grinding against her cloth covered bottom as he added tiny touches of silver here and there.
Her hips rose up to press back on him and his motions stopped. “One last paint Sakura. A very special one.”
He dipped into the powdered pearl and his brush licked along her flesh again. She undulated against the cushions, “Sai!” she cried out and he stopped peering over at her.
“Are you alright Sakura?”
“I need…” she panted into the cushions, “I need you to touch me.”
He set the brushes down and capped his paints, he took up a large paper fan and helped the paint to dry and set. She whimpered from the sensation. She felt the wet trickle of her desire running over her nether lips.
“Sit up Sakura” he said at last.
And she did, uncaring as knelt on his desk. The tiny green tendrils of his paint slithered around her breasts, tightening over her nipples before lying placidly on her pale flesh. She watched the paint move, the delicate branches sweeping over her stomach and teasing against her core.
She panted and whined and reached for Sai.
“Sai…” she panted, “I think I’m..”
“I know” he said breathlessly.
White pink and pearl were swirling over her center and felt like hot tongues on her. When a shimmering blossom appeared over her sex, she nearly doubled over as she came hard.
“Sai!”
Her whole body shuddering as the paints teased her ever higher.
Suddenly Sai was there, bare chest pressed to hers, his arms sliding around her. His Chakra dancing along her skin and then his hands were kneading her flesh.
His mouth on hers and she whimpered against his lips, catching his hand and placing it on her breast. He tested the weight and flicked his thumb over her. “Lower” she breathed against his ear and she pressed impossibly close to him.
Sai let his fingers press against her soaking core. His fingers finding her rigid pearl and toying with it. She cried out against him, her hips arching and Sai gathered her against his chest and moved back to sit on his low couch.
Sakura wrapped her arms and legs around him like an errant vine. His fingers were pressing inside now and she groaned, biting her lower lip. Sai drank in the sight and scent of her. His body was painfully hard now. He pressed kisses along her jaw, her throat.
From outside a woman sang in a throaty voice and Sakura found herself lost in sound and sensation and Sai’s heated mouth.
“I want to touch all of you” Sai murmured, “I want to have you.”
Sakura reached shaking hands between them to thumb the opening of his pants. His sex sprang to attention between them. And Sakura stroked the long pale length. Sai’s face screwed up in pleasure as she pumped him with her fist.
Then Sakura slowly laid herself back on the couch, her fingers trailing from her navel to her core. “I need you Sai.” She told him as she cupped herself, “I need you here.”
He crawled over her and lifted one slim leg over his shoulder and then he eased himself inside of her body. His head dropped to rest against hers, eyes shut, breath coming hard for both of them. “Sakura” he breathed, “It’s so wet.”
And then he began to pump into her and Sakura, who expected to coach him was stunned by his knowledge of her body. He lifted her up onto his lap again, and forced her down as he thrust upward. His mouth teasing her lovely breasts. His fingers tracing her mouth, her tongue teasing against them.
Sakura moaned and bounced on him, grinding her hips in hard circles as he pressed against her pearl again. She was close now. “I’m coming Sai.” She cried out. His hands fell to her hips, slamming them together and she felt his hand dip lower in the back and she screamed her release when he pressed a finger into her backside triggering her orgasm.
She bit down on his shoulder and he tightened his grip on her, body going tight as he chanted her name. She felt the hot spurts in her core and knew he had found release. He held her shuddering form for a long time. Savoring the closeness. Sakura’s choppy breath tickling his ear.
She leaned back and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Her body was warm and pliant and she stretched against him. He twitched within her and slowly slipped out. They both hissed at the feeling. His hands cupped her face and he poured every ounce of emotion into his kiss.
She moaned for him again.
“Are you angry?” he asked softly.
She held his eyes and nodded solemnly. “I am angry that you haven’t touched me before now.”
He blinked at her and she pressed herself against him once more.
His hands stroked over her back, “Will you let me touch you again?”
She drew his hand to her mouth, pressing a kiss to the palm and then brought the hand to her heated core, “Always.”
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That night as she slipped on the flirty dress, she didn't even look to see what he'd painted. She only knew that is was beautiful.
As she walked through the streets of Konoha, hands linked with Sai and Naruto she smiled and laughed and all those who saw her stopped to stare. Entwined in the vining cherry blossoms, was a silvery fox, a lightening blade and glimmering paint brush, as though the perfume of the pretty shimmering flowers had conjured the essence of her team mates to life on her back.
A glowing piece that echoed her adoration for those around her.
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