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mischief's cracktastic shorts	By : mischiefmaker Category: Naruto > General Views: 1059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: birthday fic
for wildwesternwind. Hopefully, this isn�t too far from what you were wanting. I
fail at writing anything smutty for Sakura without her teammates involved. I
guess I�m more attached to my OT3 than I realized. >.>
Pairing:
one-sided YamaSaku
Warnings:
mentions of sex

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It�s a prickling of awareness at the edge of his senses that
rouses him. Blinking the disorientation away, Yamato suddenly sits up on his
bedroll and glances around the wooden shelter he�d created for them a few hours
earlier. To his left, Sai is sleeping quietly on his side, and on the other
side of him, Naruto is sprawled out on his back, snoring lightly.

Sakura�s bedroll is empty.

Shit!

Immediately, he�s up and out the door. There�s no one in
front of the building, well, that he can see anyway; it�s only slightly less
than pitch black out here. The half-moon that had been out earlier is now
hidden behind clouds, allowing only a faint illumination of his surroundings.

Yamato curses silently. Sakura�s not the sort to run off,
but it would be virtually impossible for someone to have taken her without
waking at least one of them. Where is
she? his mind screams.

A thud pulls his attention away from the woods in front of
him and around the side of the shelter. In an instant, all the tension drains
from his body, because he can see the outline of his missing teammate in the
small clearing running through kata.

She doesn�t stop, doesn�t turn to greet him, so he assumes
she doesn�t realize he�s there yet. Silently, he leans against the side of the
building and watches. He watches her punch, kick, and flip in a style
completely opposite from the one chakra fighters such as herself
are known to use. From what he can tell � and he really wishes the clouds would clear now � her movements are near
perfect. She�s practiced these kata a lot, a testament to her drive, no doubt.
Considering the circumstances, he�s not surprised at all. Understanding her
motives and expectations of herself do not keep him from admiring what he sees,
however. In fact, Yamato thinks it makes him appreciate it even more.

Graceful, he
thinks. Like a dancer.

He smiles to himself when the moon begins to peek through a
thinner batch of clouds, allowing him better sight as he stands hidden in the
shadows of the building. It�s then that he notices her form is off with her
kicks; she looks slightly off balance, and his first instinct is to point it
out to her. He doesn�t, though, because he�s decided likes watching her, and if
he makes his presence known, she�ll know she�s been caught and might go back to
bed. And he doesn�t want that, he realizes, not just yet. Sakura�s next kick is
even worse, and she makes a small sound of frustration. It looks as though
she�s fully aware of the problem.

It isn�t a conscious decision to let his mind wander right
then; it just happens. Later he�ll blame it on the time of day, that he rarely
wakes in the middle of the night without those kinds of thoughts being on the
forefront of his mind, that he was tired and it had nothing to do with the way
his young subordinate wore a short, short skirt with skin-tight shorts or how
she panted breathlessly and grunted with the effort of her movements. Certainly
not!

But right then Yamato isn�t thinking about protocol or
appropriate behavior. All he�s thinking about at that moment is sliding up
behind her and how her hips would feel in his hands as he adjusts her stance,
the angle of her leg. Sakura smells faintly of flowers and sweat, he already
knows, but he imagines he could pick up a few other scents as he leans down to
whisper encouragement in her ear.

When she leans back into him, he takes that as the
invitation it�s intended and slides his hand from her hip, down under her skirt
where it rests between her thighs. She�s hot to the touch, and he can feel the
moisture already pooling through her thin shorts.

Sakura gasps when he begins to tease, rocking against his
hand, and he buries his face in her neck as his other hand cups a breast. It�s
too much. He can�t stop now, he realizes when a low, throaty moan escapes her
lips and the mood turns frenzied. He has her shorts and panties down around her
shin guards in one swift movement, and two seconds later, he frees himself from
his pants as he bends her over. She grabs onto a nearby tree for support as he
does so, and then there is nothing but heat, sucking him in, suffocating him as
he pulls her hips back to meet each thrust.

Yamato blinks and refocuses on the scene before him as he
notices just how far his thoughts have strayed. With an inward sigh, he steps
forward to make his presence known.

�Sakura,� he begins, and she whips around suddenly, a guilty
expression on her face. �You should be inside. I need you to be rested for
tomorrow.�

�She fidgets a moment
before answering. �I..I know, but I couldn�t sleep.�

Yamato immediately shoves down the thought that he could
easily help her get to sleep, because this is getting ridiculous. He decides
right then that it�s a good thing he�s ANBU, because he�d make a terrible
sensei.

�Well, you look like you�ve been working hard out here.
Maybe you�ll be able to sleep now,� he offers with a smile.

Sakura smiles back slightly, and as he turns to walk away,
she says, �Thanks, Taicho.�

He pauses midstep. What she�s thanking him for, he has no
idea but nods in acknowledgement all the same. Yamato then ducks inside and
burrows as deeply as possible into his bedroll, thankful Naruto�s snores have
increased in volume since he stepped outside. It gives him something else to
focus his frustration on besides the way Sakura sighs as she tries to get
comfortable.
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