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Underwear
by Lemon
Drops/thatreevesgirl (both me)
Chapter
Thirteen: A Night to Reconsider
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FROM CHAPTER TWELVE:
�Stupid
men,� she grumbled again and wiped the tears from her eyes. She could
hear her friends in the living room laughing and talking, even Temari was
joining in. Listening closer she could hear Ino and Temari recounting the
best �stupid Shikamaru� stories they had. It was wonderful how all of
them were bonding. Friends were nice, but tonight Sakura wanted
more. She didn�t want so-called stupid men, she wanted to be wooed and
cared for. She had wanted Kakashi to kiss her, to hold her, to�
�Dammit, Kakashi, I wanted tonight to be our night,� Sakura
said aloud to nothing and no one in particular.
The words
weren�t meant for anyone to hear, they were only for herself and her aching
heart. So when Sakura received an actual reply she was very nearly scared
out of her wits. It was the quiet, familiar, warm voice of her friend and
mentor which answered Sakura back with words which shocked her. Kakashi
simply said, �I wanted it to be our night too.�
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A fragile
sound escaped Sakura�s throat, something akin to a whimper, but different.� Here, in her room, was Kakashi.� He was a little disheveled, but definitely not
as much as she was.� Sakura watched as he
tugged and fidgeted with a length of the turquoise scarf which was wrapped
loosely around his neck and lower half of his face, noticing how it set off the
faint, white highlights in his silver-grey hair.� It struck her for a moment that with hair
like that most men would be considered old looking, but Kakashi�s wayward and
spiked locks were nothing if not youthfully energetic.� Even his normally apathetic and lazy looking
eye was open wide, curiously studying her reaction to his presence.�
Sakura didn�t
know how to reply to his words.� In
retrospect, with regards to what she had said, Sakura realized she would have
never admitted those things to Kakashi consciously.� It wasn�t in her to confess so freely that
she needed him, not after she had been conditioned so thoroughly in her youth
not to.� But Kakashi responded openly and
honestly.� He told her that he wanted to
be with her.� It was both terribly
romantic and endlessly frightening, and it all came in the same unanimous wave
of emotion.� Sakura rode it out, bobbing,
trying not to drown in it as the crest of it overtook her.� It left her sputtering and gasping for air,
literally.� She couldn�t breathe.�� She couldn�t think.�� And most of all, Sakura couldn�t speak, she couldn�t form any semblance of words.
�Sakura?� he
asked, in a calm manner which Kakashi usually reserved for missions.� It was scary to know how eerily composed he
could be in the face of blood, tears, and even death.� His voice was low and airy, and Sakura saw
his left hand flinch.� Something told her
that he was trying to garner enough courage to reach for her, but hadn�t found
the nerve to actually do so yet.
�Wha�what are you doing here?� she finally stuttered
out.� Along with her voice, Sakura also
rediscovered her modesty, her hands fanning out and covering her nearly bare
breasts from his peeping eyes.� And they
were peeping.� Kakashi tried hard not to,
but she saw how the pupil of his uncovered eye seemed to slip slowly
downward.� It was respectful, but
curious.�
In all truth,
he was thirty two.� Kakashi had seen
quite the variety of breasts in his lifetime.�
Perhaps he was even considered a connoisseur of this particular bit of
female anatomy.� He�d felt them, kissed
them, licked them, nipped them, kneaded them, needed them, but never had he wanted so badly to let his eyes and
hands rove over such an unremarkable pair.�
Sakura�s breasts were small, barely filling a B-cup, and not
particularly pert.� Fortunately, Sakura�s
hands could only block so much, and the jutting shape of her nipples stretching
beneath her lacy bra did nothing but egg on that voice in the back of Kakashi�s
head.� It was the same one which made him
stupidly and uncharacteristically challenge his
younger teammates and battle them for Sakura�s affections.� Those nipples, those breasts, this woman were all like a drug to
Kakashi, a dangerous and addictive drug.
Sakura�s lips
formed a hard line as she silently reprimanded his wandering eyes.� She revoiced her
question, this time a bit more confidently, if not bordering on insistent,
�What are you doing here, Kakashi?�
Instead of
answering right away, Kakashi tore at the scarf around his face, taking it off
completely and dropping it onto the floor.�
He wanted her to see his sincerity.�
He wanted her to know that he wasn�t playing with her.
�I wanted to
talk to you�to apologize,� he told her earnestly.
Sakura
nervously bit her lower lip, swiping her tongue along it and the back of her
teeth while she considered his reasons.� She
was still angry at him and at the situation, so she beseeched him with her
eyes, waiting for two tiny words.� When Kakashi
stood silently for a few seconds, she huffed disappointedly and released her
lip from her teeth.� �Saying you want to,
and not doing it, isn�t apologizing, Kakashi,� she told him bitterly.
Kakashi forced
himself not to drop his shoulders into his habitual slouch, or roll his eye
impatiently like he was prone to do when frustrated.� He certainly wasn�t the only person who owed
Sakura an apology, and the other people involved had many, many more reasons
than him to confess their guilt.� Ah, the
familiar swell of an injured and bruised male ego was starting to force its way
into his thoughts.� He pushed it away and
out of his mind, because women hated excuses, even if they were good ones.� This seemed to be written into the fairer
sex�s DNA.
�I�m sorry,�
he told her quietly, but sincerely.
She had wanted
those words, but Sakura wasn�t sure how to actually process them.� They stuck in her ears and sounded a bit
comical.� Kakashi rarely apologized, and
never did so with such a genuine look in his eye.� That eye was watching her intently, boring
holes into Sakura�s face as he waited for her response.
�Okay, I
accept your apology.� So, where does that
leave us?� she questioned him.
Where did that leave them? Kakashi asked
himself.� Well, if he considered the
obvious, it left him and her in Sakura�s room with her half naked, him slightly
aroused, and the sounds of at least five jovial and squealing girls just beyond
a thin wooden door.� It made him
uncomfortable, but at the same time it made him want to undress her the rest of
the way, rightfully prop her against that door, kiss her madly, and show her
why he was so far beyond the rest of the competition that it made those younger
men seem laughable.
Kakashi
settled on returning the question instead.�
�Where do you think it leaves us?��
This was for many reasons, but mainly because her hands were still
hiding her semi-nakedness, and as much as he wanted to kiss her and make love
to her, Kakashi wasn�t sure she�d appreciation those kinds of overtures at the
moment.�
Sakura hung
her head low, but Kakashi could still see the thoughtful expression in her
eyes.� She was rather engrossed in the
question.� It didn�t seem to trouble her,
or make her sad.� Kakashi swore that for a
fraction of a second Sakura allowed a look of longing and desire to overtake
her pondering appearance.� It switched
back almost instantaneously, but he knew it had been there.
�I don�t know,
Kakashi,� she murmured, dropping her hands from her breasts.� She didn�t seem to have the energy to
maintain her diffidence any longer.�
Sakura quirked her brows together and tried to stay objective, but
Kakashi knew it was a losing battle, especially since love was such a biased
game.� Sakura�s inner conflict was
nearing its end.� Kakashi could see it in
her face, her posture, in the way she rubbed her hands together subconsciously.� Sakura had made a decision, but she didn�t
know how to express it.� Kakashi blinked
and was reminded how young and inexperienced she truly was.� She was a young twenty, and much less
romantically educated than most women her age.
�I think,� she
began, �I want you to kiss me.�
The air stuck
in his lungs, almost like some enemy shinobi had
landed one hell of a punch directly to his ribcage.� He had never, never been so excited over something as menial as a kiss.� His eyes clearly told Sakura how much he
wanted it, and so she determinedly took the first few steps toward Kakashi and
he quickly met her half way.� The two of
them stopped and froze mere inches from one another.� Sakura arms fell stiffly at her sides.� Kakashi could feel the waves of nervousness radiating
from her.
Kakashi�s head
dipped lower and his mouth was against her cheek, near her ear.� �Relax,� he hummed, causing her to shudder as
his warm breath ghosted over her skin.� His
lips gently nuzzled against her cheek.�
It wasn�t a kiss, it was a prelude to a kiss, and how Sakura adored this
comforting and intimate introduction.�
His hands traced the curves of her body, so close that their warmth
seeped into her skin, but not enough to solidify the touch she wanted so
badly.� Sakura relaxed and leaned into
him, relishing in the unusually pliable rigidity of his toned, muscular
frame.� The only thing more intoxicating
was the earthy smell she was able to detect when she was in this close proximity
to him.�
A shinobi�s scent was something he or she masked
, because if an enemy-nin tracked your scent it
could be deadly to you and your teammates.�
It surprised Sakura how all these years she stupidly assumed Kakashi
wouldn�t have one, or that she wouldn�t like it.� Sakura was pleased to find that she was wrong
on both accounts, because the way he smelled put her into a trance.� She was content to just breathe it in and
relish it as it danced around in her nostrils.
�My beautiful
Sakura,� Kakashi murmured into her mouth as he finally settled his lips into
the crevices of her own.� There was no
more conversation, instead Kakashi�s mouth worked slowly against Sakura�s.� His tongue slid gracefully against her tongue
for a few moments, then it plunged into her mouth
firmly and deeply.� It made Sakura feel woozy, and she was grateful for the strong arms which were
now wrapped securely around her waist, holding her up, keeping her steady.
Somewhere in
the back of Sakura�s mind it registered that several of her friends were having
a merry time in her living room while she kissed her former sensei in her
bedroom.� Well, she supposed, they were
all having a decent time right about now.�
Her body flushed instinctively.��
Not only Sakura�s cheeks, but she also felt the warmth of blood rushing
to the surface of her skin on her neck and collarbone, the cambers of her
stomach, even her breasts.� Kakashi
surfaced for air and urged her gently to reveal the long expanse of her neck
for him, laying soft kisses on a particularly sensitive area with his
mouth.�
Sakura sensed
his urgency, his hands weren�t stationary any longer, now they roved and
explored.� One flick of a well practiced
hand and Sakura felt her bra loosen, comprehending a moment later, as he
slipped his hand underneath the bra�s lacy fabric and cupped her breast, that
Kakashi had undone it.� She moaned quietly,
trying to savor the feeling of him pressing his palm gently against her skin,
biting her lip as that nipple grew taught and erect.� Sakura blushed furiously as she realized that
this was the first time she�d even gotten this far with a man.� Somehow she always imagined it would be
Naruto�s loving, yet bumbling hands or Sasuke�s strong, callused fingers which
would touch her first, not the capable and knowing hands of Kakashi.�
Kakashi�s
fingers were rough, particularly his left hand.�
She mused that it was probably from the Chidori.� Sakura had healed him enough to know the
damage the jutsu could do.� His fingers
traced down her stomach, circling her belly button, and then found purchase on
her hip, tugging gently at the side zipper of her skirt. �Kakashi cocked his head as to ask permission
before continuing, his other hand rubbing small, reassuring circles into the
small of Sakura�s back as he clasped the zipper between his right hand�s thumb
and forefinger.
�Can we?� he
asked, his voice raw and needy.� Kakashi
was trying hard to be patient, but Sakura could tell how difficult it was for
him.� She tried to clear her mind and
decide this rationally, but her own body was thrumming from desire, and her stomach
did flip-flops as he kissed her again.
There was part
of her which knew this was a bad idea, and another part of her which reveled in
the fact that she was here with Kakashi, throwing caution to the wind by
ignoring the fact that the two of them could be caught by her friends at any moment.� The five women would notice.� She was
supposed to be showering, and even an idiot would realize she wasn�t in
it.� There were no familiar sounds of
water, no characteristic hot steam leaking from beneath the bathroom door.� Ino was wrapped up in her own little world
right now, but give her ten or fifteen minutes and she�d be knocking ceaselessly
and whining her concerns through the door until Sakura answered.�
�Maybe, we
should wait,� Sakura told him as she motioned toward the living room.� Kakashi�s response was a frustrated
growl.� He released the zipper hesitantly
and pressed himself flush to her body, kissing her hard and passionately
instead of trying to get himself under control.�
She could feel the bulky weight of his navy sweater, the rough fabric of
his pants, and also the firm protrusion grinding itself slowly against her
hip.� That was definitely not helping
Sakura, especially when he moaned lowly into her mouth.
Both Kakashi
and Sakura were too wrapped up in their own personal worlds, fighting their own
private battles.� Perhaps this was why these
two elite ninja were caught so utterly off guard when a resounding crash echoed
through Sakura�s living room, followed by several female screams.� Neither of them had time to reach for a kunai
or shuriken before Sakura�s bedroom door was knocked down easily by one of Konoha�s greatest taijutsu
masters.
�Rock Lee!� Sakura heard Ten Ten
shriek angrily from the doorway of the bedroom.�
It was indeed Ten Ten�s teammate, and he wobbled precariously back and
forth.� Ten Ten
wasn�t done with her outburst, as she smacked her hand to her forehead and grumbled,
�Who in the hell gave him alcohol?� Why
in the hell is he here? Rock Lee!� Get
out of Sakura�s bedroom now!��
Then Ten Ten witnessed what Rock Lee had broken in on, the two
people still standing stunned in each other�s arms, flushed and one of them
half naked.� Slowly, the recognition that
it was Kakashi in the room with Sakura prompted a stupid and obvious, �Oh my,
it�s�it�s Kakashi,� from Ten Ten.�
Sakura�s anger
was slow to form, because she was still in shock.� Then, the other women gathered around the belligerently
drunk Rock Lee and tried to pull him away and also got a good eyeful of what
their friend was doing in her bedroom.� �Sakura�s fury gathered and festered until she
gave Rock Lee a scathing glare, which would hopefully be followed by a bone
crushing fist to his face.� Kakashi urged
her to stay back, she wasn�t decently dressed, so he moved to do the
gentlemanly thing, and throw the little pest straight out.� Kakashi would not spare Lee even the
slightest bit of mercy as he lifted the eyepatch he�d
chosen for the date and a swirling Sharingan was
revealed.�
Kakashi was
going to kick this kid�s ass from here to the Village Hidden in the Mist, and
Lee would wish he had never tangled with the likes of the great copy-nin of Konoha.� Okay,
perhaps there were a thousand even more severe jutsu Kakashi could do to Lee
which were completely uncalled for, so he settled on using the slowing effects
of the Sharingan to just see where the quick bastard
would move when he tried to counter.�
Gai had told Kakashi all about his student�s odd affinity
toward alcohol and his mastery of the drunken fist.� The young man even packed a flask of the
hardest whiskey away with him when he worked A and S ranked missions.� It was so effective and unpredictable that
Lee�s alcohol was dubbed for emergency situations only.� Kakashi cracked the knuckles of one of his fists, this was most assuredly the doing of Sasuke, Sai, or
Naruto.� They sent Lee in to do their
dirty work.� It sounded most like something
Sasuke would do, letting other people handle the tedious dirty work while he
went for the real kill.� He would be sure
to reprimand that little Uchiha prick the next time they trained.
Kakashi was sure
Rock Lee would immediately counter him, so his eyes were locked on Lee,
watching carefully for any slight extraneous movements which would tell him
where Lee�s fists or legs would fly to.�
It was crucial to block each and every one of Lee�s techniques, because
he had grown to be a powerful, strong taijutsu user
just like Gai.�
Kakashi knew firsthand how Gai could kick his
ass.� Gai was
probably one of the few people who could.�
Even after all these years their silly competitions were still roughly
tied, neither Kakashi nor Gai taking a definite lead
on the other as they challenged and battled.�
And standing here in front of Kakashi was Gai�s
prot�g�, someone who probably had a keen sense like his teacher to what might
bring Kakashi down.
�Ah, rival,
you should know teamwork is always the best course of action,� Gai whispered from behind Kakashi, a hand chopping down on
the silver-haired man�s neck, effectively knocking the copy-nin
unconscious.
Sakura was
stunned.� When had Gai
arrived?� Oh lordy,
she was still nearly nude!� Kakashi�was
Kakashi alright?� What in the hell was
going on?� Gai
waved at Lee as he hoisted Kakashi onto his back and ran as fast as he could
straight out of Sakura�s apartment.� Lee
watched them go in a blaze of dust and unslouched
himself, no longer tipsy or seemingly drunk.
Lee was a much
different man than when he was younger.�
He was much taller now, and the spandex-like jumpsuit was stretched
across his wide, muscled shoulders, and covered by a jounin vest.� He was lithe, and Sakura noticed there wasn�t
an ounce of extraneous fat anywhere on him.�
Lee did, however, still sport the ridiculous haircut of his youth, and
his eyebrows begged for a beautician and a pair of tweezers.
The girls were
still standing behind him, whispering and trying to figure out what exactly was
going on in Sakura�s bedroom.� He looked
at Sakura carefully, studying her, but not once did Lee�s eyes drop below her
neckline.� Lee saw how furious she was
and bowed deeply, his eyes now focused on the floor as he spoke humbly, �I give
you my greatest apologies, dear Sakura, but I couldn�t allow for your sensei to
take advantage of you.� I faked being inebriated
to distract Kakashi long enough to remove him from the situation.�
She wanted so
badly to let her temper take control and send him flying with her famous and
tremendous strength, but she was also biting back tears, and knew that if she
allowed herself to feel it too much she would start crying.� Sakura also knew that if she landed even a
single finger on Lee that it would cost her thousands upon thousands more yen
to fix the holes in the walls on top of the damage that was already inflicted
on her apartment.� Sakura didn�t want to
do that, but she did want answers.� Sakura
grabbed wildly for her deep pink nemaki, slinging the
sleeping robe around herself for decency�s sake and
wrapping it tightly shut.� �What,� she
hissed at Lee, �Made you think that I was being taken advantage of?� I assure you that what we were doing was
consensual, Lee.�
He blushed
sheepishly, still holding his deep, apologetic bow.� �Sasuke said that it was only your first
date, and that Kakashi was using tricks.�
Gai-sensei informed me a long time ago how
Kakashi used to play games with women to get them to sleep with him.� I didn�t want�I couldn�t allow that to happen
to you, Sakura.�
�He wasn�t
playing games,� she gritted out between her teeth.� Sakura was also tapping her foot impatiently,
and then Sasuke�s face flashed in her mind.�
She did promise to land at least a couple of punches to him the next
time they sparred, and she wouldn�t hold back.�
She would heal whatever broken bones he sustained, but she wouldn�t feel
the slightest bit guilty.� �I�m going to
definitely hurt that damn Uchiha,� she murmured under her breath
�I don�t think
you know for certain what Kakashi was thinking, Sakura.� He could have been playing games.� I wish you could have seen the honesty in
Sasuke�s face.� He was very candid with
me,� Lee told her quietly, �And I believe very worried.��
Sakura huffed
and crossed her arms.� Lee pulled himself
up from his bow, looking calmly into her eyes.�
�I�m so sorry about the damage.� Dearest
Sakura, I will pay for it all and even fix it myself if that is what it takes.�� He turned away, giving her privacy, and Lee
could see five more women huddled around glaring at him.� He made one last plea, �I�m asking for you to
not be mad.� Gai
and I will inquire about Kakashi�s intentions, and if he is sincere with his
feeling for you, I will give you my blessing, Sakura.� But until that time I have to ask you to
wait.� I cannot allow a friend to be
hurt.� You mean�you mean too much to me,
Sakura.�
There was a
short silence as Lee�s words were allowed to sink in, not only for Sakura, but for
the rest of them as well.� The hushed
atmosphere was broken as Moegi let out a quiet, �Awww,� and Ino reprimanded her quickly with a, �Don�t you
dare �awww� him!�
He was stupid, damn stupid!�
Lee looked up
at Ino, not raising his voice at all.� �Love
makes you do stupid things, Ino.� Even a
love you thought was gone and buried.�� Ino�s eyes softened as he said this, and then Lee added, �I
should go, I�ve caused each of you enough trouble tonight as it is.�
Ino
sidestepped in front of him.� Usually she
would have let the green-clad, fashion monstrosity slip out, but a voice deep
inside told her that he had only done this with the purest of intentions.� His gallant attempt to save Sakura was sweet,
and her inner-voice was pleading with her to allow Rock Lee a chance to redeem
himself.
�Oh no,� Ino
started, �You aren�t getting off that easily.�
Lee seemed
surprised, and his expression grew more astonished as Ino poked a pretty,
manicured, pink nail into his chest.� �You
owe us.� We�ve been trying to get Sakura
together with Kakashi for awhile, and you ruined it.� You definitely owe us.�
Rock Lee
translated the unspoken words in what Ino said and scrunched his bushy brows
together grumpily, �A person should be in love with the man or woman they do that with, Ino,� he told her
firmly.� �You take it too lightly.�
�Just because
I�m not an uptight, love-obsessed virgin like you Lee,� Ino spat back at
him.� She was not in the mood for men tonight, even Kakashi being in Sakura�s bedroom had left a
bad taste in her mouth.� Sakura was
always teasing her and calling her a pig, but in all honesty, it was men who
were pigs.� Ino swallowed hard as she
realized how bitter she was.
Rock Lee didn�t
answer, but he didn�t break his glare, which was aimed straight at Ino.� He obviously didn�t appreciate her
accusations.� Ino, of course, fervently
returned that stare, adding her own heated ferocity as they were locked in this
odd war of eyes and resentment.� Ten Ten crept up to Ino and whispered something in the blonde
girl�s ear, making Ino blush.� She
blinked, and Lee consequently won their staring contest. ��No,� she mouthed, �There�s no way.� Rock Lee?� This Lee?� she squeaked.
Ten Ten nodded, and Lee sighed, knowing exactly what she had most
likely told Ino.� He was trying to think
of how to respond when Ino pointed her finger at him again, �That�s it, I�m
making you our slave until you pay off your debt.� I won�t take no for an answer.�� She turned to her fellow underwear club
members to make them realize that they were bearing witness to Ino�s terms and conditions of Rock Lee�s punishment.� �Lee will be our club�s slave until a time in
which it is determined by our members that he has repaid his debt fully.� I don�t care if he thinks it is stupid or
childish, he will be required to do anything we ask of him until the time he is
released of our employ.�
�And,� Ino
told Lee flatly, �You will never, never speak
about it to anyone on your honor as a ninja.�
Do we have a deal?�
Lee looked
unconvinced, he didn�t like the sound of being these girls� slave, but when
Sakura piped up, �I think that sounds like a fine punishment,� he resigned
himself to his fate and nodded unhappily.
Rock Lee was
their club�s slave, now if only he knew what kind of club they were in.� Perhaps a tea club, or a baking club, maybe a
movie club, all of those would be fine with him, but then he remembered how
secretive it had sounded.� Curiously he
looked at Ino and inquired about it.� He
didn�t like the smirk which crossed her lips, and he swore Ino looked like the
devil herself.� Lee was definitely not
prepared for the words he was about to hear.�
�Oh,� Ino said
coyly, �We are all members of Konoha�s very first underwear
club for women who appreciate men�s underwear.�
�Underwear
club?� was the only thing Rock Lee could manage to say.
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A/N�s:� See,
it is still the 2^nd, at least for me it is.� I had to work all night and then all day, and
then I still came home and finished this up for you.� I worked 20 hours straight and then finished
this chapter, so I sure hope it is okay.�
Next
update will be January 14^th. After that the updates
should come a bit more frequently; at least weekly, if not biweekly, until this
is finished.
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