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Shogi Anyone?	By : Shortcake Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The young lovers quickly fell into a routine of sorts. When she managed to make it to dinner, Sakura sat next to Kankuro. They enjoyed pleasant conversation and a bit of flirting. At the end of the meal, Kankuro would escort her to her room. And whether she came straight from work or out of her room, Sakura went to the kitchen for late night tea. Jiro was always friendly, and he always seemed to know just the right thing - jasmine tea when she was stressed, green tea when she needed a lift, sandwiches when she or Gaara or both had missed dinner. Sakura wondered if he was a cook or a magician. She’d bring the tea tray to Gaara’s room and send a clone on to her bed.
Then the couple would spend their evening together. They’d enjoy the tea and food, talking about whatever came to mind, or simply enjoying each other’s presence in silence. Gaara especially appreciated the freedom to be silent with her; he knew she truly accepted him at moments like these. Sometimes they’d play Shogi or read aloud to one another. And there was sex. Lots, and lots of sex. The dynamics were a bit unconventional, but they both enjoyed the relationship. Sakura was naturally submissive and Gaara loved to be controlling, so it worked for them. Fortunately, Sakura could heal herself of the occasional bruise or rope burn. After the sex, they snuggled and slept. Gaara hadn’t slept so well or so much in his entire life. Sakura was a tonic to him; he’d never been so happy. Even his headaches were diminished (though still not gone).
Today was different though. The chunin and genin classes were canceled for three days. Even the clinic hours were reduced. The weekend of the fall festival had finally arrived. Although she had to attend all the festivities with Kankuro instead of her beloved Gaara, Sakura intended to enjoy herself. Tonight was the kazekage’s ball.
Ino sent Sakura a dress just for the occasion. She’d written to Ino that she was seeing someone, but not who of course. The young Yamanaka was thrilled to learn her friend was finally dating. Though frustrated by the lack of details and extremely busy trying to fill her father’s shoes with her clan, she’d made time to shop for her best friend. Her only payment requested was a proper picture of Sakura from the dance.
The dress was far more revealing than anything Sakura had ever worn or would choose for herself. The gown was elegantly made of bright red silk. A single clasp at the back of her neck held the whole thing together. While it was a floor length dress, the slit up her left leg came all the way up to her hip. The halter top flowed down to a deep scoop neck with the outer edges of the fabric barely covering the sides of her breasts as they finally met again just above the crack of her butt. It was completely backless. The red heeled sandals she wore with it combined with the dress to showcase her ass beautifully to anyone that saw her from behind. She skipped any kind of bra completely (as Ino knew she would); there was nowhere for one to go and in any case Sakura’s breasts were light enough to stand up on their own. Therefore, the only thing she had underneath was a bright red thong.
Sakura actually took time with her hair and makeup too. Her shoulder length pink tresses were curled and styled into an up do. Bright red lipstick and smoky eyes added to her allure, her only jewelry a string of pearls around her neck and pearl stud earrings. Ino also sent a thoughtful matching clutch purse with a concealed pocket for a kunai and two shuriken. She threw in her lipstick and a small med kit just as a knock on her door announced her date’s arrival.
“Just a minute” Sakura called out as she checked herself in the mirror one more time. She opened the door to see Kankuro handsomely attired in a tuxedo without his usual make up. He really did look good with a clean face. “Hello Kankuro.”
Kankuro’s mouth dropped open and he was certain his nose would bleed at the breathtaking sight of this woman. Her exotic pink hair and green eyes always gave her a sensual air, but that dress! Kami, that dress! It showed off her hot, athletic body entirely too well. With no bra, the barest outline of her nipples was nearly visible beneath the silky red surface. And her legs! Legs like those could undo a man. He’d almost managed to control himself when she turned around.
“Oh, just a sec, I almost forgot my purse.” She reached around to the dresser quickly.
The sight of her bare back and that heart shaped ass barely covered just flat out gave Kankuro a hard on. He shifted to conceal his arousal and desperately worked to get himself calm. “Sakura you’re gorgeous.” Was all he could say. Damn. She had no idea what she did to him. To any man with eyes really.
“Thanks, Kankuro. Is the dress okay? Ino sent it to me because I’ve been too busy to shop. It’s not too much?” Her usual carefree voice a non-sequitur with her sultry appearance.
Kankuro swallowed hard. He’d managed to halt the advance of his hardening cock but looking her over in that dress again was not helping his cause. “The dress looks fantastic on you. It’s perfect,” he assured her offering her his arm as they walked towards the dance hall. “Although, I can’t imagine it’s easy to move in something like that.” The idle remark was his undoing.
Sakura smiled, “Well, I am a ninja, so that appearance is deceiving. Watch this.” She handed him her purse and proceeded to do a series of cartwheels down the corridor, finishing in the splits wit ha wave of her hand. “See? And not a hair out of place.” She jumped up onto her feet noting Kankuro’s gaping expression and the obvious excitement of his loins. “Can’t say the same for you though.” She pointed at his crotch causing the puppeteer to turn bright red.
“Sorry, Sakura. You are just too sexy for my own good. You are bound to have that effect on every man in the room tonight.” He replied, forcing himself to remain casual. He’d been spending a lot of time with Sakura lately; if she weren’t his brother’s girlfriend, he’d be trying to tap that kunoichi for all he was worth. But she was his brother’s lover, he reminded himself. He’d find his own soon enough. In the meantime, the prostitutes with pink wigs kept him satisfied enough.
Sakura brushed it off, “Whatever. I’m just looking forward to dancing and drinking.”
“Then I hope you like swing music. I managed to get an old school band for tonight. The trumpet section is amazing.” Kankuro did enjoy this part of his job. Getting to preview acts and book artists he liked was fun.
“I love the dancing that goes with swing music.” She smiled broadly as they entered the room. The decorations were a classy black and white look. She had to admit, Kankuro had good taste.
Gaara spotted her immediately from across the room. He couldn’t help staring and forgot to breathe. Then Sakura turned, inadvertently showing him her backside and he gasped. His date elbowed him in the side, bringing him back to reality. Gaara coughed slightly and sipped his drink. He almost felt bad for his date. The girl clearly had hopes of seducing him, so she was destined for disappointment. Still it would appease her uncle who sat on the council for her to have dinner and a few dances with the eligible bachelor kazekage. He turned to the lovely young chunin next to him, “Mei, we should take our seats for dinner.” She smiled and gave him a sultry wink as they went to their places.
The dinner was an exquisite affair. There were 5 courses with paired wines and entertainment with each part of the meal. “Kankuro, you planned all of this?” She asked her date as desert was being served, a delicious fall apple cobbler, served warm with whipped cream.
“Yes. It’s my favorite part of my job. Setting the menu, screening the acts, the theme, the decorations. It all takes time, but then when it comes together, it’s wonderful.” He smiled as he spoke, his joy apparent.
Sakura smiled back, “I’m glad you like it. You are definitely good at your job. This is truly a magical evening.”
“Doll, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. The dancing starts after desert. You and I are going to cut a rug.” He grinned like a kid at Christmas. He loved to dance, and if Sakura’s gymnastics earlier were any indication, they were going to have fun.
“You sure you can keep up with me puppet man?” She teased.
The gauntlet had been thrown. Never one to refuse a challenge, Kankuro threw it back in her face, “Well, then. We’ll just see who needs a break first.”
“You’re on!” Sakura made sure she drank plenty of water with desert. No way was she going to let him out last her on the dance floor.
They started with a Jitterbug, an easy number to get the couples warmed up and on the dance floor. Sakura and Kankuro dove in enthusiastically, kicking, stepping and twirling to the fast beat. An hour and several numbers later, they were still going strong. She had to admit, Kankuro was a good dancer. He was easy to follow and never dropped her or stepped on her toes. They were a natural pair, drawing looks from the crowd as most other couples paused for drinks. Finally, they were the only ones on the floor, a veritable whirlwind of steps as Kankuro threw her in the air again and caught her effortlessly ending the song with a dip. The band stopped and the crowd that had gathered around them applauded. The two shinobi stood, somewhat stunned as neither had paid much attention to anything but the dancing. They both breathed heavily but looked ready to go on. The band on the other hand, needed rest. Most of the wind players had already taken up their water as the conductor turned to the crowd. “We’ll be back in ten minutes, folks” He smiled and stepped off the podium.
Kankuro looked at Sakura and shrugged, “I guess that’s a draw then. Thank you, you’re a lovely dancer.”
Sakura was still catching her breath, “You are welcome. The pleasure was mine. You’re an excellent dancer Kankuro.” She reached out her hand with two fingers, sharing the shinobi sparring handshake with her capable dance partner.
Kankuro snagged a couple of cold drinks from a passing waiter and handed one to Sakura. They stood sipping and recovering when Gaara walked up with Mei clinging to his arm. “Congratulations Kankuro. The event you planned is splendid as usual.”
Kankuro smiled. Compliments from Gaara were a special treat. “Thank you, Gaara. It’s a joy really, to put it all together and then see it come off well.”
Gaara turned his attention to Sakura. Somehow, even with all that fast-paced dancing, she still looked as perfect as the moment she walked through the door. “And I see that our medical ninja on loan from Konoha is also an accomplished dancer. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman keep up with Kankuro on the dance floor.”
Sakura shrugged, a bit shy at the compliment, “Thanks. I suppose I’m just used to keeping up with Ino. She has incredible stamina.”
Kankuro chimed in, “Yamanaka Ino is a dancer? That surprises me.”
Sakura smiled, “My best friend is a woman of many talents, Kankuro.”
The band returned to their seats and a slower number began. Kankuro sighed, “It will be all slow dances the rest of the night now, though.” It was a let down for him from the swing dancing he enjoyed, but he knew other couples would like the slower numbers; it’s just the way a dance progressed when properly organized.
Gaara asked, “Kankuro, may I borrow your date for a dance? After all, you’ve kept her to yourself all evening.”
“Be my guest” Kankuro motioned to the pink haired beauty.
Gaara turned to his secret girlfriend formally, “Sakura, may I have this dance?” He held out his hand to her.
“Yes, Lord Kazekage, it would be an honor.” She bowed and took his hand as they moved onto the dance floor.
Mei put her hands on her hips and sighed in frustration. She was on the verge of pouting when Kankuro stepped in, “Mei, may I have the pleasure of a dance with you?” he extended his hand with a charming smile.
“Yes, Kankuro.” She took his hand, the edge of her jealousy assuaged. Kankuro wasn’t the kazekage, but he was a powerful and good looking jounin. Plus, he was a better dancer than his brother.
Sakura was a great dancer, but Kankuro appreciated the opportunity to chat up a girl who might actually drop her panties for him. He held the delightful young chunin closely as the softer music filled the hall. “Are you having a good time, Mei?” He asked innocently.
The girl sighed, “well, the food, the music, everything is wonderful… but my date has spent the entire evening staring at your date. I mean, she is gorgeous and all, but…”
Kankuro twirled the girl effortlessly, catching her again in his arms and looking into her eyes, “Mei, you are a beautiful young woman and a strong shinobi. Any guy, including Gaara, would be a lucky man to have your affection.” And he hoped to personally be that lucky man tonight.
“Thanks, Kankuro. My uncle has this idea that I’d make the perfect bride for Gaara. And it’s not like Gaara is ugly or mean or anything but… there is zero chemistry, you know what I mean?”
Kankuro nodded as he pulled the pretty girl closer. She was truly a beautiful kunoichi – a sleek, athletic girl with gravity defying tits. Her gown was a dark blue strapless number and her long black hair was straight and sleek flowing down to her rounded ass. “My brother tends to be a cold fish. What can I say? I’ve done my best to find the most beautiful and talented women, like you, for him to meet. I mean, you are amazing, Mei. I don’t know what’s the matter with him. If I had a girl like you into me, I certainly wouldn’t waste time dancing with other girls, you know.”
Mei leaned in against Kankuro’s chest as another slow song started, “Oh? And what would you do with a girl like me if she was into you?” The sultry question was music to his ears.
Kankuro planted a small kiss on the side of her neck and whispered, “Come to my quarters and I’ll show you, Mei.”
She squeezed his hand and whispered back, “So… What are we waiting for?”
Kankuro looked around the room and caught Gaara’s gaze. He nodded to the girl, then the door and winked. Gaara simply rolled his eyes in reply. The puppeteer took the buxom kunoichi by the hand and quietly left the dance hall.
Gaara chuckled.
“What is it?” Sakura inquired. It was nice to finally dance with Gaara, but she was hesitant to get too close to him.
“Don’t look now my dear, but it seems our dates have run off together to play ‘hide the pickle’” he smirked.
Sakura looked confused. “Hide the –“ she gasped, understanding finally sinking in. “Oh really? So, we’ve been abandoned on the dance floor then?” She smiled despite herself.
Gaara twirled the lovely young medic and drew her back in close, whispering in her ear, “so it would seem. We are… left behind together.”
Sakura enjoyed their whisper exchange, “Perhaps, when this song ends, you and I should each go searching for our dates and play a round of ‘hide the pickle’ ourselves?”
“mmm, I like the way you think, you perverted woman…” He squeezed her hand lightly and went on, “Your room tonight. And stay in that dress. I want to take it off you myself.”
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