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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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A/N: Just a quick hello, and thanks for the reviews. I really appreciate you all. For you Merely Truth, I wanted to let you know that I am currently working on the ending of Under a Silver Moon. Look for updates over the next few weeks. Thanks for hanging in there for so long with me :) Merci.
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It had begun with rain. The drenching liquid pouring down from the sky to pummel them. Mud splashing up on them whenever their feet touched the ground. They had finally taken to the branches of the trees to avoid the clinging wet cold of the soil.
Then the temperature had plummeted over the next few hours until the rain became heavy snow and ice clung to wet hair and lashes. They had stopped to exchange open toed sandals for winterized boots and tried to press on.
When the storm made travel unsafe and impractical, Kakashi swore softly.
Near no villages or cave systems. In the middle of the forest. What shelter for them here? They wouldn’t be able to travel much further without risking serious injury.
“Sakura” he called to his companion, signaling a halt and he sliced his thumb, hands rapidly forcing the seals for summoning.
He had summoned his nin-dogs. Pakkun already griping about the cold on his supple, supple paws.
“We need to find shelter, fast” Kakashi commanded the dogs and they had hurried off.
He and Sakura stood in the relative sheltering branches of a large oak, stomping feet and flooding limbs with additional chakra to prevent injury. Not that it was working very well.
Several minutes later Pakkun returned, paws soaking wet and shivering “Bando says there is a small hut about two miles from here, to the east. Not far from the river. It’s not in the best of condition but it will hold back the weather enough. There is no one for miles but Bando set some traps just to be safe.”
Kakashi nodded his thanks as the little dog popped away.
“Two miles east” he told Sakura, “Let’s move fast.”
And they had. Using more chakra than normal as they forced their hands and feet to cling to icy branches.
This storm had been unexpected and most certainly unwelcome.
They were to meet with Naruto and Gaara in the land of grass three days from now.
There was no telling when they might be able to move.
Kakashi nearly sighed with relief when the small run down hut came into sight. It was actually a shrine. Not very large and tucked between two outcroppings of stone from the hillside and surrounded by large trees.
It blended so well, even he could have missed it.
He’d easily felt the chakra imprint left by his dogs and steered Sakura around the traps, erasing all presence of chakra afterwards. He had to admit, Bando had done an excellent job. No one could get within a mile of the structure without Kakashi knowing.
At least, he mused, they could get some rest and get dry before trying to push off again.
Shivering slightly, they stepped into the shadowy interior and Kakashi managed to get the door pulled closed behind them.
It was dusty, empty for years. The raised platform that the guarding deity had once rested on was long abandoned.
Large tree roots had wormed their way into the roof and walls and under the floor. Lifting boards and warping wooden window shutters. There was a small hallway that led to smaller rooms. Once likely used by visiting monks and for storage of shrine provisions.
These doors were not damaged as the window shutters had been and Sakura merely picked them up and carried them in the main shrine, propping them before the windows. She used large beams of wood from the floor to pin them in place.
The effect was immediate; the damp, icy wind was shut out almost completely. They now had a relatively dry and protected corner to themselves.
Kakashi had already looped thin rope through two kunai and launched them at opposite walls, forming a makeshift clothesline in the shadowy corner of the room. He then moved to the cold fire pit. He spent long minutes scooping out old ash, and finding dry wood within the shrine to break into smaller blocks for burning.
By the time he used his jutsu to start a fire, Sakura was already unrolling sleeping mats and heavier coverings. She placed them side by side and as close to the fire pit as she could without fear of catching fire.
She had set out the beginnings of a humble meal of rice and dried meat sticks. Moving to scoop fresh snow in to the little steel pot, she set it over the steadily rising fire. She held her hands closer to the flickering flame, rubbing them together to take out some of the sting from the slowly rewarming flesh.
They sat in tired, wet, companionable silence for nearly twenty minutes. Waiting for the room to heat enough to strip away clinging, sodden layers.
The fire was burning nicely now and Kakashi stood and began to peel away his wet vest. He hung it over a large beam next to Sakura’s watching as water formed a small puddle beneath them. He then shrugged out of his wet shirt, wringing it out before stretching it over the rope with a wet snap.
In that dim space, he shivered. His body was chilled and he reached into his pack, drawing out dry clothing and a small rough towel.
“Kakashi?” Sakura’s voice called as he was attempting to towel some warmth back into himself.
“Hmm”
“I’ve heated you some water. To get the mud and chill off.”
She passed the shallow basin to him and he heard her move back to the fire.
Kakashi eyed the steaming water and then picked up his wash cloth and set about cleaning himself. The warm water felt delightful and he hurried to dry each place he cleansed to prevent further chill.
Once dressed in dry clothing he felt nearly human again and stepped into the red ring of light.
Sakura huddled near the fire. She was watching another small kettle of water heat. Kakashi quickly dumped his in the far corner, bringing the shallow basin back to her.
She smiled in that soft way she often did when worn out. The pace they had kept was enough to tire even him. But she had said nothing, just kept up.
She took the basin, poured her own small amount of hot water into it and rose to step into the shadowy corner.
He sat on the sleeping mats, watching the little pot of rice cook. How thoughtful she was.
The light was dim, but if his eyes missed nothing. He watched the dainty silhouette as she pulled her sodden clothes off and hung them to dry beside his. Watched as she cleaned up. He should have looked away, but somehow he couldn’t.
The hint of red that touched her skin from the firelight, the shadows that played in the pale hollows, each one held great fascination for him. He didn’t feel too badly about peeking.
It was not the first time; they had shared close quarters and wouldn’t be the last time.
He finally looked away, checking the small pot of rice that steamed.
“Sakura… the rice is done. Are you hungry?”
Sakura came to sit beside him as he offered a small bowl to her. She accepted it with a small thank you and Sakura watched him pull his mask down and begin to eat.
That he did so slowly was testament to how tired he must be. Kakashi didn’t like the cold. It carried hurt to his many old injuries and memories of missions far away.
As he ate, Sakura poured some remaining hot water into a small kettle and mixed in some black tea. The warm, spicy scent quickly filled the small room. He watched as her slightly shaking hands filled two travel cups and then she passed one to him with that tired smile.
“This should help” she said, knowing the herbs and spices would not only warm them, but ease his aches.
“How long do you think this will last?” she asked a long while later as they lay on their blankets, warmth slowly lulling them.
“Who knows?” Kakashi replied, “But with such high winds I would think it will blow itself out by morning.”
Sakura curled into a tight ball and tried to sleep.
An hour later Kakashi knew she was no closer to repose than he was. Her small shivering form said as much. It was rare that they ended up alone on missions. Generally Sai or Naruto accompanied them. It wasn’t something he disliked but it gave his mind time and opportunity to wander.
Wander to the elegant arch of her neck, the soft sway of her hips as she walked. The way the light reflected and glowed in her green eyes at a certain angle. The soft bow of her mouth and all the delights he was certain to find there.
Oh, they’d grown closer over the years. Now both Jounin and peers. Even that damn Genma had taken a notice to Sakura. And he’d blurted out all the things he’d do with a girl like that on more than one drunken occasion.
Kakashi should not have cared in the least. But he had. What then, was he waiting for?
“Sakura” he said at last.
“Hmm?”
“Come here.”
She leaned up on her elbow to peer over at him.
He was sitting up, head bent towards the fire but that one lone, dark eye was fixed on her.
“Are you hurting?” she asked, crawling out from under her blankets to kneel beside him. Her soft palm cupping his brow, his cloth covered cheek. Green eyes searching for signs of injury or illness.
Oh Kakashi was hurting. But not from the rigors of the day. His body was painfully tight and aware of the woman currently mothering him shamelessly.
She turned to get her pack, presenting a soft backside to him as she dug through the many pockets. Behind her, she heard the low groan from her former sensei and felt her body heat.
She knew the look he was giving her. She’d seen it on Genma’s face and often on Shika’s face when he watched Temari. She heard him shift behind her and then he was kneeling over her, chest pressed to her back. One hand near her own, the other lightly resting on her hip.
“Kaka...shi” she breathed, swallowing hard.
His fingers were rubbing small teasing circles over her covered hipbone. Even so, his touch was a distraction.
“Are you a virgin Sakura?” he asked. His voice whisper soft. He knew the answer for his keen nose had never detected the scent of another man to any intimate degree. But he wondered…would she tell him?
She shivered under him and he growled low in his throat, his masked face pressing into slightly damp pink tresses.
“I…” She paused “Does it matter?” Where had that come from she asked herself? But she had long since felt attraction to her mysterious comrade.
She felt him nod against her hair.
“Wh…why?”
His hand was moving now, slowly stroking over the back of her bare thigh. Fingers teasing the back of her knee in tickling caresses. “It makes all the difference in the handling” he told her, “, And no one else can ever have you after me.”
She stiffened at his heated words. No one else…. After him?
“No one?” she echoed.
His hand swept up to boldly cup her covered core. She yelped at the hard, hot hand that claimed ownership so easily.
“No one.” He growled near her ear.
Sakura took a steadying breath, “What…what’s happening?”
Kakashi leaned forward, his masked lips, tracing her cheekbone. “What you’ve been waiting for” he replied.
She blinked, “What’s that?”
“A man to take control of your pent up emotions. A man to make you lose that control.”
She turned her head to the side as his mask dragged over her throat, “And that is you?”
Fast as lightening she was jerked up on her knees, back still pressed to him as Kakashi folded himself around her. “Only ever me.” He corrected her.
Her head swam from his words, his touches. How had he known? That secret burning desire of hers? How had he known that he was the focus?
But thoughts and words crept away on kitten feet as his hands fell to her thighs, dragging her backside against the hardness of his groin. His lips teasing along her jaw, behind her ear. The cloth of his mask, causing strange, heated friction as he did so.
She turned her face to him, met his gaze for only a moment and he brushed his lips against hers. “Not enough” she whimpered against the dark cloth, and Kakashi didn’t stop her when she tugged the material down and pressed her mouth fully to his.
It was an innocent kiss, but Kakashi sensed the carnal hunger just beneath the surface. His hand reached under her shirt to cup her breast and pinch the nipple.
Her mouth opened on a gasp and Kakashi was there, tongue pressing inside. Curling, lapping, tasting, possessing. Sakura’s hands slid upwards to twine around his neck, fingers gripping silver hair at his nape.
Kakashi ate at her mouth like a starving man. His lips and teeth tongue, even his breath making her desperate for more.
She wailed against his mouth when one sneaky hand made its way into her shorts and teased against her nether lips. He ground the heel of his hand against her. Sakura jolted in his arms, her grip on him tightening as he rocked his palm there.
The answering wetness made him groan and he pulled from Sakura’s mouth with a final sucking tug to her bottom lip.
Gently he spread her with his fingers and began to tease the pearl of her pleasure. Making her buck and press against him. He slipped two fingers into her heat, watching as she bit her lip.
She was tight and when he reached a bit higher he felt the proof of her innocence. A rare thing in the rough and tumble life of a Shinobi. “This” he told her, as he angled his arm and stroked her deeply, “Is mine.”
And she nearly sobbed when his stroking brought her to orgasm.
Sakura was aware of being pressed back against the blankets; her top was pulled over her head, her bottoms removed. She almost grimaced over the sticky feeling of her panties as Kakashi drew them down her legs.
She tried to sit up but his glare stopped her, “Don’t you move” he said in deadly calm tones, “I am far from finished with you.”
She swallowed hard, “Kakashi…”
He met her gaze head on, “If you want to stop, then you tell me now. Otherwise, you lay back and wait for me.”
Sakura pondered it for a moment. Was she really going to do this? Have sex with Hatake Kakashi? The famous copy ninja? It was her choice, she knew. And despite his dominant ways, she knew he’d not ever force her.
Sakura let herself fall back to the blankets and bit her lip as she stared at the dusty ceiling above.
She heard the rustle of clothing and let her eyes stray to her lover. Scars criss-crossed his flesh but his body was toned and despite his slim appearance, Kakashi was quite heavily muscled.
She watched him, press kisses to her ankles, long fingers sliding upwards, to pull her legs apart. A kiss to her knee, her hipbone, her navel, the underside of each breast. Heated nipping kisses and laps of his tongue that seemed so much hotter in the slight chill that remained.
Her nipples were hard and straining and when his hot mouth closed over one, she buried her hands in his hair and arched into that magical touch.
Kakashi let his teeth catch her flesh and his tongue lashed against it before her sucked the nipple into his mouth and suckled there rhythmically. His fingers drifting to her wet core, fingers teasing and stretching were pumping in time to his greedy pulls on the swell of flesh.
He switched breasts a short time later; eyeing the red marks he’d left behind. Her head turned to the side and he grunted when her teeth found the shell of his ear and nipped, before tracing her tongue over the whorl.
He plunged his fingers deeper inside, and ground his erection against her hip. His mouth attacked her collarbone, tongue teasing along the edge, his teeth finding anchor in her throat as he bit down lightly.
She moaned and writhed against him, hands touching everywhere she could reach. And when her curious fingers danced across his stomach and lower, he closed his eyes and hissed. Her soft hand closed over him. Testing his weight, his length and when she fisted him and slowly pumped Kakashi let his forehead fall to her shoulder.
He shuddered in her arms and Sakura felt positively powerful. When her thumb ran over the bead of moisture in his head, he groaned, then caught her hand and slammed to the blankets beside her face. “You can explore all you want later” he told her in a raspy tone, as though he’d run a very long distance.
His mouth was on hers again, robbing her of thought and breath and she let her own tongue battle his for long minutes until breathless and panting they pulled back for air. When he slid away she half rose and reached for him, but Kakashi pushed her back down and jammed his wide shoulders between her thighs.
One hand crudely spread her, eyes taking in the pulsing pink of her core. The sheen of her juices and Kakashi lowered his mouth to her. Tongue slithering between folds, stabbing at her opening, barely entering and flickering.
Sakura cried out as the white hot sensation. Her nails scrabbling over his nape and into his hair. One hand braced on her thigh, to keep her from clamping down on him with her tremendous strength. One slide between his face and her body, two fingers sliding into her again.
Sakura arched and wailed, hips bouncing off the blankets and Kakashi’s digits plunged in and out even as his tongue pressed and curled around the bead at her apex. “You like it?” he growled against her, “”You like my fingers fucking you?”
Her head thrashed against the blankets as the heated knot in her stomach flared to wild life once more. The pressure building in her body so much that she couldn’t even draw breath. Kakashi watched her cheeks grow red, her brow furrow and then he pulled back to slap her tender clit sharply.
Sakura buckled and bowed from the makeshift bed, her grip on his hair tight enough to make him wonder if his wild hair style would survive her.
She was high in her orgasm, when Kakashi slid up her body and pressed himself inside of her. Sakura was aware of some small pain that died in an instant.
When she returned to herself, her breathing choppy, she found herself chest to chest with Kakashi. He pressed a slow kiss to her jaw and moved to capture her lips. Sakura’s eyes flew open as he thumped inside of her body.
“Wha…”
“Far from finished with you” he reminded her and let himself thump again.
Green eyes darkened and he slowly pulled out to his head and then just as slowly pushed back in. Eyes watching her for signs of pain. Sakura grimaced once and then when he swiveled his hips against her, her mouth opened on the perfect, pretty O that he would be enjoying in the future.
Despite his aggressive loving to this point, Kakashi was determined to make this first time for her memorable. He would burn the feeling of his body into hers. They rocked together for long minutes. The hot silk of her channel, snug and squeezing around him.
Kakashi sat back on his heels and watched where they connected. He could see the edge of his bulbous head and then her body would part and he was vanishing into her once more. Only to retreat, wet with her fluids.
He described it to her, in full erotic detail that made her blush.
When she wrapped her legs around him and used her strength to sit up on him, taking him deeper, he let his head fall back and groaned.
Hands on her bottom, he showed her how to move and Sakura was always a quick study.
Clinging to his shoulders, using her feet on the floor behind him as leverage, she began to bounce and rock on him. His hands moved over her like slow honey, his mouth fusing to hers with languorous laps of his tongue.
Sakura was becoming erratic in his arms, needing more and uncertain of how to get it. “Kakashi...” she moaned out against his shoulder as her hips rocked relentlessly.
“I know” he crooned to her, “I know what you need.”
He flipped them over, her stomach meeting the blankets and then his hands were drawing her hips up. He speared into her folds, thrusting hard and fast now.
Sakura tried to rise up on her elbows but he shoved her cheek to the blankets and groaned when he slid an inch deeper.
Sakura wailed through the near brutal pounding he was delivering. One hand holding firmly to her hip, the other pressing against her pearl, rubbing it furiously in time with his thrusts. Sakura’s hands twisted and dug into the blankets, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave rocketed through her. She couldn’t even scream now, just hoarse whimpers and broken incantations of his name.
Kakashi felt her body clamp down on his viciously and the near scalding heat of her release washed over him. He slammed into her twice more, teeth catching the sweaty nape of her neck and he grunted as he came hard into her quivering body.
Kakashi practically felt his eyes roll back with the intensity of it. Sakura’s hips continued to make small, thrusting motions for several minutes afterward. She felt the pulse and flutter of muscles in her womb contract and ease with the tremors of her afterglow.
Kakashi’s teeth released her and he pressed a tender kiss to her nape, even as his hands stroked over trembling thighs. Slowly, with a hiss of pleasure, he pulled from her body. His eyes took in the bright red of her so recently abused folds and the trickle of mingled fluids. His hand found her, lovingly stroking those inflamed lips as he settled in beside her, dragging her against him.
Sakura shook against him for a long while. His hands stroking her shoulders and back, his voice a whisper of a caress against her ear as he patiently brought her back to him.
A short time later, the lingering chill of the room forced them into action. They cleaned up and shrugged warm clothing back into place, but Kakashi had no intention of letting Sakura get far.
He wrapped her in his arms and tugged her flesh against his larger, warmer body. He pinned her beneath one long leg and arm and together they snuggled down to sleep.
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