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Dreams	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Kakashi/Sakura Views: 2750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After checking the front hallway once more for the security guards and seeing that they were both now asleep, Sakura slipped back to the ballroom and out into the gardens. She noted the number of couples in the garden, but most of them were very involved with one another, and not even remotely interested in anything else going on. She took another minute to be sure there was no security patrolling, then headed for the wing to the right of the gardens.

Several sets of doors opened onto a small walkway and into the garden from this side of the wing. Sakura approached the first one. Looking first left, then right, she tried the door. It was unlocked and she quickly slipped through the door.

It was pitch black inside, so she pulled her small medical flashlight out of her evening bag. She was in what looked to be a guest bedroom. She stopped to look in the small closet and side table, but there was nothing, as she expected.

She opened the door and peered into the hall. No one there, she tried the door across from her. This one opened easily, too, but at a glance inside, it was another guest bedroom. She moved from door to door, but quickly came to the conclusion that this was a guest wing. At the last door, she nearly opened it wide without checking, but caught herself in time when she heard a moan through the door.

She paused. It could be something she should be looking for, or it could very well be a couple who decided they didn't want to get grass stains on their clothes. She cracked the door an inch, but when she saw two sets of feet, decided it was better for all involved if she left quickly.

She used the next bedroom down and slipped back out into the gardens. As she closed the door behind her, the moans in the neighboring room grew louder and her cheeks darkened as she hurried to get away.

The gardens seemed even fuller now than they had been when she'd made her way through them earlier. She nearly tripped over three separate couples tangled up in each other. She wondered if there was something in the food. Everyone seemed awfully�amorous.

She shook it off and made her way to the other wing. With chakra-infused feet, she silently slipped past another man and woman wrapped around each other and nearly stepped on another before she made it to the other side. Here, there were, yet again, no guards that she could find. With her medic training, she'd learned to sense people early. Being a medic meant that she had to stay alive.

The first door was locked. That piqued her interest, but rather than trying to pick the lock, she moved to the next door. She felt too exposed in the gardens to give it the attention it deserved. The next door down, however, was unlocked and, after checking it for occupants, she stepped inside.

This was some kind of small office. She realized immediately it must belong to Miho. There were hints of femininity here that didn't exist back in Fushinji's corporate office. There were small accent tables with vases of flowers along with paintings of gardens on the walls. The lamps matched the furniture which was obviously picked to be a compromise between comfort and elegance.

She stepped up to the desk, a dark wood affair with delicate spindle legs and several drawers. Mrs. Fushinji's datebook lay open on the desk, along with several papers and a number of cards. Sakura quickly glanced through these, but they were simply invitations to other functions. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she moved on.

The papers were bills of lading for furniture and various other household items. They were all dated within the last few weeks and Sakura had a feeling that the house itself had been finished at roughly the same time. Filing that bit of information away, she turned to the datebook.

Mrs. Fushinji obviously had her own code for keeping track of things. There were abbreviations of all sorts and Sakura was hard-pressed to figure some of them out. Some were referring to parties, she thought one meant luncheons and still others for appointments of various types. She kept herself busy, there was no doubt about that.

Frustrated by the lack of hard information, Sakura turned to the drawers. Finding nothing but stationary, cards, pens, brushes and ink, she stood up. Looking from one useless piece of furniture to the next, Sakura moved over to a painting on the wall that was much larger than the others. She peeked behind it, but was disappointed when it was only wall.

What did you expect? Inner-Sakura asked her.

"Shut up." She muttered to herself. For good measure, she checked the other paintings, but came up empty. With nothing else to check, she approached the door to the hallway. Moving it aside slightly, she realized that this was also the wing with the formal dining room and kitchens. Waitstaff and other servants bustled back and forth.

Knowing it was a bad idea to go that way, she retraced her steps to the gardens. She managed to make it outside without anyone seeing her. She took a deep breath of the cool night air and paused. There was only one more door on this side of the wing, so she hurried over to it. It was unlocked, but when she opened it, she realized that it was simply a small family dining room.

Annoyed yet again at the waste wealth commanded - for goodness sake, how many dining rooms did one family need? - she headed back for the ballroom. Just as she passed a quiet alcove, she was grabbed from behind and pulled backwards into a hard body.

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He took the stairs slowly, doing his best to memorize every bit of the house that he could. He wasn't sure if they'd need to come back here, but there was no doubt that knowing as much as possible was never a bad idea. He mourned the lack of his sharingan at times like this.

When he reached the second floor, he turned right as he was instructed to and started down the hallway. The open double doors to his left were already filled with noise. He stepped through them and was greeted by Fushinji himself.

"Hatake! Glad you could join us. Get yourself a drink, we'll be starting in a moment. He waved a hand toward the small bar off to the side stocked with just about every alcohol Kakashi had ever come across. He poured helped himself to something brown that smelled strong then turned back to the main room.

It was a conference room of some sort. Small, it was made to seat only about ten to twelve people. There was approximately twice that in the room at the moment, so he chose to stand toward the back where he could observe everyone without being obvious.

A moment later, Fushinji closed the door and turned to the room. "Welcome, welcome. Thank you for joining me." He walked to the head of the table and stood by the chair. "I realize we're here to enjoy the party, so I won't talk too much."

A smattering of chuckles rose. "As I know you are aware, we have recently moved into the area in an attempt to expand our import and export business. Our shipping lines are some of the largest in the world and I find that this small part of the world seems to have been ignored. Such a shame as I know many fine things come from this part of the world."

Kakashi gave a mental snort at that. While most of the villages and countries were very self-contained, they often imported many items. That said, there was very little specific to the villages and countries of this part of the world that was worth exporting. He turned his attention back to Fushinji.

"My wife thought this party would be a nice way to introduce ourselves to the people of Port City as well as the surrounding area. I thought it would be a good opportunity to explain some of the things we'll be exporting." He paused to take a sip of his drink.

"All of you have impressive business with fine goods to export. For the most part, we will be dealing with all of you. But, and I'm sure you understand, that there are many types of exports. Some we are more than happy to facilitate and some we have no interest in at all." His eyes tracked around the room and Kakashi had the feeling he was speaking directly to him.

"There are rumors of some unscrupulous characters operating here under my name. There have been reports of missing women, the movement of drugs and weaponry. While I have been known to ship weapons - legal ones - I have no interest in these illegal activities. And so, I'd like to take this opportunity to dispel any fears any of you might have of my interest in such things." He smiled now, though there was no real warmth in it.

"So, with that in mind, I did mention a proposal. I would like to begin importing your goods as well as mine though the areas to the west of here. Before long, I believe we can move goods both into and out of the vast majority of the continent." Fushinji let that sit for a moment before continuing. "This area has a unique opportunity that some of you may be familiar with. It houses the Five Shinobi nations. These countries also include several ninja villages and with that comes the opportunity to use the ninja to our own advantage."

"So, welcome to our home, please enjoy the remainder of the party and rest assured that you will all have a great part to play in our expansion into this land. Thank you."

There was a smattering of applause as people stood and prepared to leave. Kakashi slipped out quickly. He'd heard enough.

Downstairs, he looked through the hallway and ballroom for Sakura. When he didn't see her, he headed out to the gardens. She wouldn't have gone far, not without getting him a message, anyway.

He passed plenty of people in various states of undress in a multitude of positions. He couldn't help himself as he paused near one couple and tilted his head, trying to figure out how they'd achieved the position they were in. After a solid minute, he gave it up and continued his search.

He started to get a bit worried when he'd gone through the entire gardens and still hadn't found her. He'd looked though the first wing of the house, off to the right, but it was mostly filled with couples having sex. As entertaining as it might have been to watch them, he wanted to find Sakura.

As he started toward the other end of the house, he saw her go into the last doorway. Grinning evilly, he found a quiet alcove and waited for her to come out. He didn't need to wait long. A few moments later, he felt her chakra approach and, when he saw she was distracted, grabbed her and dragged her backward into the alcove with him.

He felt her heart pound, could smell the fear quickly flare and recede when she realized it was him. Interestingly, it was replaced with arousal. Glancing back out at the rest of the garden, he knew they were alone. He placed his lips on her neck and began kissing his way up to her ear.

"Are you crazy? We'll get caught!" She whispered fiercely.

"Like them?" He tilted his head to indicate the couples in various states out in the garden.

Sakura chuckled and turned around to him. "Well, maybe not�" She decided she loved the way he looked in a tux and thought she'd have to find another excuse to get him into it. So she could get him out of it.

"I've decided I don't want to wait until we get back to find out what's underneath this." And with those words, he reached up with one hand and squeezed her breast through the dress.

Sakura moaned. It felt so good to have his hands on her and the added feeling that they might get caught only heightened things. Kakashi began kissing the tops of her breasts where they curved up over her neckline and the desire that had already started to curl in her burned hotter yet. "Kakashi�" she couldn't seem to form another coherent thought.

He pulled the top of her dress down just enough to see the red lace that held her breasts in place. He groaned quietly, then, to Sakura's surprise, he pulled one side down until her breast came free and he took the nipple into his mouth. She shoved her fingers into his hair and gave herself up to the sensations of him sucking on her.

She leaned into him, desperate to get closer to him, needing to feel him. He let go of her breast with a tiny pop and looked up at her. His lips claimed hers then, before she knew what was happening, he'd lifted her skirt and then lifted her and pushed her back against the wall.

She felt his hand trace the seam of her sex through the satin panties and then the panties were gone and she could feel his fingers on her. She gasped and her head fell back against the wall. "I need you. Now." It was barely more than a whisper, but there was no mistaking it.

A moment later, he'd managed to unzip and was buried inside her heat. He rested his head on her shoulder a second to get a hold of himself. Then he started moving and before he knew it he was pounding into her in a desperate attempt to feel her as she clamped around him in her climax.

She bit her fist as she rode the wave of need, feeling it build in her. Her legs were wrapped around him, her bottom slamming into the wall behind her. And then she was there and her orgasm crashed into her and she shuddered with the force of it.

He felt her walls begin to squeeze him and he knew she was close. He pushed just a little faster and was rewarded with her muffled shriek. He slammed into her once more, emptying his seed deep inside her.

They stayed that way a moment, both shocked at the speed with which it had taken them. He let his head rest on her shoulder as he supported them. Their breathing was ragged, but she whispered into his ear, "I like you in a tux."

He chuckled at that and let her down so her feet could touch the ground. She wasn't steady on them yet, so she simply leaned back while she regained her senses. He adjusted himself, made sure there was no outward evidence of what they'd done then he helped her resettle herself.

When she felt she was put back together well enough, they took a deep breath and stepped out of the alcove. "So, was the meeting interesting?" She tried to sound casual, but imagined it fell a bit short.

"Very informative. So, my dear, have you had enough of the party for the evening?" He sent her a very heated look.

"I believe I am. I think I'm getting a bit tired. Could we head back?" She smiled at him as she took his arm.

They walked slowly through the gardens and into the stuffy ballroom again. "I believe I might like that." He looked over Sakura and the color in her face and the brightness of her eyes that he'd just put there during their lovemaking made him want to grab her and run from treetop to treetop because it would get them back that much faster.

Instead, ever mindful of their mission, he led her through the house and to the front steps. He spoke with the butler who spoke with a footman who went in search of their carriage. A few moments later, the driver pulled up in front of them and he handed her up ahead of him. He followed her up and a moment later they were on their way.

Sakura was grateful when they made it to the door. She wanted to be out of the dress and in bed with Kakashi in the worst way. Their interlude in the alcove of the garden only made her want him more.

As they stepped through the door, Kakashi closed it and locked it behind them, then turned to her. He slipped his jacket off, undid his tie and opened the top couple of buttons of his shirt. Then, without a word, he claimed her lips again in a kiss full of promise for the evening.

Sakura simply dropped her evening bag and the scarf then wrapped her arms around his neck. "I still haven't seen this." He murmured against her lips and then Sakura felt the cool air against her neck as he undid the zipper to her dress.

She stepped back and let it fall to pool at her feet. She watched as Kakashi pulled the eye patch off and opened both eyes to take in every detail, perhaps memorizing it for later. His eyes moved slowly down from the hairstyle over her face to the swell of her breasts peeking up over her corset, then moving down the red lace corset to the garters, stockings and red satin heels.

Sakura stepped out of the dress and backed toward the bed. She stood just at the end and beckoned to him with the crook of one finger. He followed her as if he had no mind of his own. "I'm not through with you, Kakashi. Oh, not yet."

He unbuttoned his shirt the last few buttons and pulled it off. As he got to her, he stood just a few inches away, not touching, the heat in his eyes burning through her. "And I, my dear, am far from through with you."
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