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Denial	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Kakashi/Sakura Views: 4298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: As always, I don't own the world or characters, I just like to torment them. Kishimoto-sensei gets to keep them permanently. (I make no money from it!)

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Maiko and Hirsohi had a beautiful day for their wedding, clear and not too warm. Her father arrived that morning by ship, along with Hiroshi's parents and the house was bustling with activity as they got ready for the wedding.

Kakashi has gone back to his room this morning, but not after making them too late for breakfast. Sakura hadn't minded in the least. She was still too happy about the night before, too happy at waking up next to him again to care about food.

It took Sakura a ridiculously long time to get ready. She wasn't used to half the things that Maiko had insisted she wear, so she struggled with them for a while before everything was in place. She'd stared at the garter for a solid five minutes before figuring out how it went on. She'd also never done much with her hair. It was always held back by the headband or left alone, so that took even longer.

And then it came to make-up. She was glad she'd made Maiko go over everything more than once when they'd bought it or she'd be in real trouble. Even so, it took nearly an hour just to get it all right.

Finally ready, she stepped out of her room to find Kakashi waiting across the hall. She stopped dead as she looked him over. Gone were the ninja sandals and uniform she'd gotten so used to seeing him in. In their place were dress shoes, well-fitting pants and a snug black shirt. Over this, he wore a charcoal grey jacket.

He still had a mask, black to match the rest and a small black band of fabric covering his sharingan eye. But the real kicker was that he'd managed, somehow, to tame his hair a bit. "Kakashi?" Sakura said, stunned.

But he didn't hear her, lost as he was in his own shock. She wore a red satin dress that reached her ankles and was split along the sides. The neckline dipped in a low V to stop right between her breasts, showing cleavage that, despite having learned her body well over the last few months, he didn't realize she had. It had no sleeves, instead it was held up with wide straps over the shoulders.

As his eyes traveled down, he saw that one of her legs was peeking through the slit and he could see the top of the stockings, dear God, and the ridiculous heels she was wearing. Sakura, in heels. She was trying to kill him.

And with those images in his head, his imagination filled in the rest of what was probably under that dress. He had to take a deep breath and refocus or he'd never be able to walk. She'd pulled her hair up in some kind of twist and secured it with hair sticks. The make-up did something exotic to her eyes, making them look a little more slanted, and the red lipstick really did drive him insane.

Then he noticed her jewelry and saw that she was wearing the cherry blossom necklace he'd bought her for her birthday. He didn't even realize she had brought it along. She cleared her throat. "I�almost never take it off," she said, nervously fingering the necklace, her eyes not meeting his.

He stepped up to her and tilted her face up to his. "Thank you."

She blushed, not sure what to say to that, so she said nothing. "Um, I guess we should go."

"You look beautiful."

Her blush only brightened. "Thank you. You look�incredible too. I don't think I've ever seen you in anything besides ninja clothes. Unless, of course, you were in the hospital."

They both laughed at that and the tension eased a bit. "I'm not sure I own much besides ninja clothes."

"Yeah, me either, hence the shopping trip yesterday." She smiled up at him. "Well�"

"Yeah." He held his arm out for her and after a brief hesitation, she took it.

The wedding was held in a large open pavilion on the beach. Sakura and Kakashi were seated near the front on Maiko's side. She made for a beautiful bride in a long, full dress. She wore off-white, rather than pure white as a nod to her pale skin, but the simple cut and lack of fussiness really made her look pretty.

Hiroshi wore a western tuxedo and Sakura couldn't help but grin at the look in his eye as his bride came down the aisle. He had eyes for only her and there could be no mistaking that, despite the political surroundings, it was all about love.

As Sakura and Kakashi watched the ceremony, neither realized just how much it was affecting them. The whole time the vows were exchanged, they couldn't help but think of themselves in the bride and groom's places. Kakashi could too easily see Sakura in a wedding dress, standing next to him as she became his wife. Sakura couldn't help but imagine just how deadly Kakashi would look in a tux, but then she became sidetracked by what they would say to each other. She wondered if he'd wear a mask at their wedding and when she realized just where her mind was, had to forcibly pull it back to the real one in front of them.

The reception was huge, held not far from the ceremony pavilion, open air on the beach and Sakura found herself glad to be able to sit on the edge of everything. She and Kakashi took the opportunity to simply enjoy the fact that he could hold her without worrying about it. They spent most of the evening dancing together and Sakura was surprised just how well he could dance. In the end, though, it was just all about the ability to touch, to be close that she enjoyed the most.

As the reception wound down, they headed back to the Sugitani house. The hallway was empty when they got to her room, so they didn't even pause, Kakashi simply went into her room with her. When she turned to him, he took the little scarf and bag from her and tossed it aside. He'd been very patient all day, waiting to see what was under that dress. He could wait no longer.

But Sakura had her own ideas. She pulled the black band off of his head and threw it with no idea where it went, then pulled his mask down and their lips crashed together. His jacket came next, then she was pulling on his shirt. In a few seconds flat, she had him half naked.

"My my. In a hurry?" He asked her with a chuckle.

She grinned. "I've wanted to do this all day."

His face turned serious. "Me, too." He reached around behind her and found the zipper he'd seen earlier. He slowly lowered it, savoring the heat he saw in her eyes. When it was down, he reached up and tugged lightly on each of the straps, taking his time, driving her just a little crazy.

Then she stood in front of him in just her under things and he had to remind himself how to breathe. Sakura naked was a beautiful, sexy thing. Sakura in red lace lingerie was damned near lethal. The separate bra had to be designed for the sole purpose of making a man insane. The cups covered just enough to be legal, and pushed her breasts up, giving her the cleavage he couldn't help but notice earlier. The swell of her breasts that came up over the edge was just begging him to kiss it and was further pronounced by every deep breath she took.

Then his gaze moved further down to see the tiny red satin panties and red lace garter that matched, holding her stockings up. He swallowed hard, determined not to rush things. They were always nearly desperate; it was always fast, at least the first time.

But this was made to treasure, this was made for him to take his time with. He backed her up to the bed and kissed her once more before easing her back. When she sat on the edge, he knelt in front of her to kiss his way down over those beautiful breasts. Then, he turned his attention to the shoes, removing first one, running his hands up her leg to savor the feel of her silk clad leg before moving to the other. Then finally he started on the garters.

It almost killed him, but he managed to take his time, draw it out. And by the time they were both naked, they really were more than a little crazy. They made love slowly, thoroughly, emotion in every move, every kiss and every touch. And when they went off the edge, it was together.

Afterwards, they lay in silence, both trying to understand the power of what had just happened. This was the moment she would ask him to stay. This was when he'd say yes and they'd put the questions off for another day. Another twenty-four hours.

But this, too, was its own routine. This, too, had its own dangers and as Sakura lay there with him, curled around her, she didn't want another routine, she didn't want the same things anymore. It was already forbidden, already not something she could want for forever.

So maybe it was time to lay it out there. If it ended now, well, the trip home would suck, but she could end some of the questions. She was tired of them, tired of being unsure. She loved him, so much it hurt, and the thought of losing even what she had scared her to death.

But what if Maiko right? Was this different? Could he love her? She'd never know if she didn't ask. She took a deep breath.

"I love you."

Kakashi could almost hear the fight she went through. He thought she was fighting with the idea of asking him to stay. But maybe it was too much for her, finally.

So he hadn't expected what she did say. But it felt so good to hear, finally, out loud, directly. It felt so right, which just frustrated him. Because, as far as their village was concerned, it wasn't.

She knew as well as he did what lay ahead when they got home. Or, at least, what the rules were. But there was some time between here and there. They could make the most of what they had and maybe try to figure out a way to make it work. Maybe there wasn't one, but at the rate they were going, nothing would change. And what difference did it make if they knew they loved each other, if they recognized what was there when they slipped away together? Would it really show any less if they didn't say it? He had to admit, he didn't think so.

"I love you, too, Sakura."

He felt the breath shudder out of her, felt the dampness on the arm under her face and knew she was crying. He kissed the top of her head, then sat up. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him. "We both know it's against the rules."

She worked to get her emotions under control. "I know that." She swallowed hard. "But�it makes a difference to know you love me."

"I should have told you sooner. I'm so sorry for what I've put you through." He looked away.

She reached up and put her fingers over his lips. "Don't. I could have closed my window. I could have locked the door. I didn't."

He looked back at her and knew that he wouldn't win this. Because, as much as he wanted to take the blame for it all onto himself, she was right. And he realized that it took something away from her feelings, too, if he did.

He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her softly. Before long, it exploded again and they forgot the future once more. They forgot the questions yet again, though now, thankfully, there were many less of them.
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