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Grounded	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2818 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Empty spaces fill me up with holes
Distant faces with no place left to go
Without you within me, I can find no rest
Where I’m goin’ is anybody’s guess

Incomplete (Backstreet Boys)
Sakura would have given up a great deal of her medical knowledge in that moment to know what was going through Kakashi’s mind. He walked, almost absently, holding her hand as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
What had she gotten herself into? Surely, she could have found someone who would have wanted this because they wanted her, not out of… pity? A sense of duty or honor? To keep her from feeling like it was a horrible mistake?
No, if she was going to do this, and be honest with herself about it, she would have chosen him. Maybe even over Naruto. She loved the dolt, but she wasn’t ready to go there with him, and maybe never would be. She was pretty sure if that wasn’t even the type of love she had for him. She’d known him so long, maybe too long.
Yes, she would have chosen Kakashi. She just wish she knew what he was thinking.
She stole a glance up at him through her lashes. His stroll was casual, small enough steps that she wouldn’t need chakra to keep up with him. He must have caught her looking, because he glanced over at her. His eye crinkled and she couldn’t help but smile back.
He paused outside of one of the older buildings in Konoha. There was an elderly guard in front of the building who looked up, saw Kakashi and went back to doing some sort of puzzle. Kakashi turned to her and pinned her with his gaze. “Sakura—” he began.
She closed her eyes. Please don’t say you won’t, please don’t say you won’t. “You share an apartment with Ino, right?” Her eyes flew open. That was not what she expected.
Momentarily confused, she said, “Yes.”
He smiled. “Well, considering Chouji is still living with his parents, I have a feeling they may be wishing to be alone at your apartment. And I, for one, am not given to performing for others.” He chuckled and she blushed bright red as she realized what he was saying.
He wasn’t backing out. He wasn’t going to say no and the relief was so great she felt a little light-headed. She glanced again up at the building and realized it was an apartment building, much like the one she and Ino lived in. He’d brought her to his apartment.
He stepped closer to her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I can’t tell you how much I want to take you upstairs and be with you, Sakura. But you must be sure. I’m almost twice your age. Are you sure it’s me you want?”
“Kakashi-sensei, I a—” She was cut off in mid word.
He smirked at her. “I’ve told you to drop the sensei… unless you’d like to consider me your teacher in this, too.” He grinned through his mask and she wanted to hit him.
It broke the tension in her. “Sensei, huh? That remains to be seen.” She spun on her heel and headed for the steps into the apartment.
He caught up to her quickly, his hand on the small of her back as he opened the door for her, the prime example of a gentleman. He pointed to a door to the right and down the hall. The closer she got to the door, however, the more frayed her nerves got.
She knew, medically, what happened. She understood the biology of it. But she’d never given much thought to the actual process. She gave a mental snort. Sensei, indeed.
He opened the door and was greeted by Pakkun holding his food dish. Kakashi took one look at him and the rest of his pack sprawled all over the furniture and said one word. “Out.” Pakkun looked dolefully at Sakura, but she was much too nervous to be any help. He huffed, threw a disgruntled look over his shoulder at Kakashi, then he and the pack poofed.
He closed and locked the door, then after they’d kicked off their sandals, waved a hand toward the living room. It wasn’t much of living room. An ancient television that looked like it hadn’t worked in years sat in a corner. There was a wire hanger sticking out of it that went out the window, obviously for better reception. The rest of the room contained a single couch, a coffee table of some shabbiness and a wall full of bookshelves.
Sakura wandered over to look at his books. Much to her surprise, the Icha Icha series only took up one shelf. She glanced over her shoulder at him. His eye crinkled. “I do read other things, you know.” She turned back to the book shelves and saw mysteries and other romances. Not porn, but romance. Interesting. “My place isn’t much, but then again, I don’t spend a lot of time here.”
She suddenly found herself wondering how many other women had come here with him, but she shoved the thought away. He was not hers. She had no claim on him and tonight wouldn’t change that. She tried to ignore the doubts that prodded, forcing her to question what she was getting herself into. “Truthfully, our apartment isn’t either. It looks a lot like this, but with flowers. Ino brings them home. But with the hospital, missions…” She trailed off, knowing he understood.
“No one else,” he said quietly.
She spun around and looked at him. Had she wondered out loud? No… surely… Was she in a genjutsu? She didn’t think so. He would never have done that to her. Not without her permission and not outside of training. She stared at him a full minute before she could speak. “Why not?”
“I think you know why, Sakura.” He closed the small distance of the living room and stood right in front of her, but didn’t touch her yet.
She shook her head. But if she let herself believe it, she did know. He didn’t let anyone in. There were very few who knew the real Copy Ninja. She raised an eyebrow. “I know you’re not a—” she stopped. She couldn’t quite bring herself to say virgin. No, that wasn’t it, then why…?
He chuckled quietly. “No. But I’ve always managed to go to my date’s place. You see, it’s a lot easier to slip out after the…activities, if I’m not in my own apartment.”
She peered up at him, not sure how to take what he was saying. Of course! His mask. No one, she was sure, least of all his casual encounters would see under his mask. And falling asleep next to someone was a sure-fired way to leave himself open to that. She didn’t know what to say to that, so she said nothing.
So, what was he saying? He was letting her in? Why? “You already are.” There he went again, reading her thoughts. He reached out and took her hands in his. Never breaking eye contact, he lifted one to his lips where he kissed it through the mask. “And you have a very expressive face, Sakura.” His eye crinkled again.
She couldn’t breathe. She’d completely forgotten how. She could feel his lips through the mask and in that moment she didn’t care if she ever saw his face. Her eyes closed as he made a trail up her arm, sending electricity up through the nerves with every touch.
“Kakashi…” she breathed. He pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arm around her.
“Sakura.” That was all, just her name. She opened her eyes just as his other hand caught the top of his mask.
In that moment, she had to make him understand. Her fingers caught his. “It doesn’t matter. You don’t have to.” She’s basically forced this on him and while he seemed perfectly happy to do it, she didn’t want him to feel he had to give her that.
He grasped her hand and pulled it down. “I know. I want to. I don’t think it’s right—for you—for me to keep it on.” He paused. “And no, I haven’t done that for anyone else.”
The cotton of his mask slid slowly down. First, over his nose, a straight, basic nose. Not too wide or too narrow. No hooks or big ends. The trip down his cheeks with the black fabric seemed to take forever. His cheeks were sharp and somehow she already knew that, or maybe just guessed it, having studied him often when he wasn’t looking. Cheeks that were neither chubby nor sunken, a strong jaw line and she couldn’t have imagined anything else on him.
She wondered briefly if he’d slowed time down somehow. He was still lowering the mask, and there, she saw his lips. Slightly fuller than she expected, but they fit his face perfectly. When the mask was down, she sucked in a breath. Individually, they were almost normal, but put together he was as beautiful as she knew he’d be. She said as much.
He smiled, and it took her breath away. “No one’s ever called me that before.”
She blushed as she realized what she’s said, but his smile just widened. He took her purse and set it down, then pulled her even closer into his arms before kissing her, just barely on the end of the nose, her forehead, her cheeks, her chin. She had no idea that Kakashi was capable of this kind of tenderness, but by the time he got to her lips, all thought of nervousness fled.
Just the lightest brush, a barest hint of a kiss. She knew she was inexperienced, but even in her shy attempts at touching Sasuke or when Naruto tried for a kiss—nothing had ever made her feel like this. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think and maybe that was for the best.
She couldn’t love him, that was impossible. He was her teacher. Was. Inner-Sakura reminder her. Not anymore.
He was twice her age. Is he? Really? Another prod from her inner self. Again, not anymore.
And she did know him, she realized. Better than many others, even other ninja. She knew where he went every day, why he was always late. She knew what had happened so many years ago.
She knew what had made him who he was now. And maybe that was part of why she did love him. She cursed herself for a fool and shoved the thoughts to the back of her mind. Regardless of her feelings, he didn’t love her. He was helping her, making this a positive experience before someone ruined it for her, that was all.
They paused a moment and broke apart. She reached up hesitantly and pulled his headband off. She stared another moment at his full face, at the scar over his eye, and any lingering thoughts of not loving him fled.
The evidence of how much he cared for his teammates was there in front of her. His scar, his sharingan. He thought of them as ways that he failed, but she thought Obito might have had a different opinion about it. She stood up again on tiptoe and started kissing him again.
The kiss grew serious, more demanding and all thought disappeared. She wrapped her arms around him and responded with a ferocity that surprised even her. His hands were everywhere and despite his gloves, they felt wonderful moving over her.
Then his hands disappeared. She opened her eyes, but within seconds they were back, this time without the gloves. His bare hands skimmed over her shoulders, down her arms, up her back. His lips claimed hers again and she couldn’t even breathe with how good it felt.
She struggled with his vest—she was used to removing it from herself, not someone else. So he tugged in a few places and it fell to the floor with a thunk! The shirt of his ninja garb was next and then he stood before her, his bare chest, complete with battle scars, directly in front of her.
She kissed these. Knowing how he got them—defending their village, ferreting out information, protecting her. He sucked in a breath as her lips travelled over his muscles. He tilted her face back up to him and he claimed her mouth once more.
He lifted her into his arms and turned. She didn’t pay attention to the short hallway or the doorway he carried her through. Nothing of his bedroom registered for her, the only thing she could focus on was him. She touched him everywhere she could reach, couldn’t stop touching him.
When he set her down briefly, she dared to touch the button on his pants. She wasn’t quite sure if she was ready to do that for him. She wanted to, but she was still way too unsure of herself.
But he knew what she wanted. In a quick movement, they were open and the pants and his boxers were pooling around his feet. He stepped out of them, and turned to her, pulling her close once more.
She felt the zipper of her dress open, then the tie around her neck loosen. In another second, her dress was on the floor. She’d worn no bra—the dress wasn’t made for that, so her breasts spilled free immediately.
Kakashi inhaled sharply. They were beautiful. Perfect, to him. He touched one, just tracing his fingertips over them. He kissed her again, distracting her from her nakedness and cupped one small, full breast in one hand.
Sakura was lost in sensation. So many different feelings rioted through her and she couldn’t get a handle on any particular one. She kissed him with everything she knew, but that was pitifully little. In that moment, however, he lifted her up again and laid her down on the bed. He stretched out next to her and, giving her no time to get shy again, began the assault once more.
His lips moved over her chin and down her neck again. This time, however, they kept going. Taking one pert nipple into his mouth, he sucked on it and she moaned quietly. “Come, now, you can do better than that,” he whispered and took the other breast into his mouth. She answered with a much louder moan and he smiled. “That’s it.” His hand moved down over her stomach and slowly up her inner-thigh.
When his hand made it to her plain cotton panties, Kakashi paused to consider them. It was so like Sakura to wear something so plain. She obviously had not gone out tonight thinking someone would see them. As he paused, her hands came down and grabbed the waistband to push them down.
He pulled her hands away and replaced them with his own. Keeping his eyes on her, making damn sure she didn’t want him to stop, he pulled them off. He moved over her, kissing his way down her inner thigh. One more look and she nodded. He parted her and breathed in the most intoxicating scent he’d ever inhaled in his life.
Sakura smelled incredible to him. He bent his head and kissed her, just barely on the outer lips. She gasped and her legs fell further open. He took the sign for what it was and parted her further and began his newest assault.
She moved, she writhed and she moaned. He savored her first orgasm, knowing that it was the first another person had ever given her. He felt the power of that, the difference in being with her. He’d been with others, but none of them had been like this. He’d never felt the pull to give it all before.
He wasn’t happy with just one. He added his fingers, slowly entering her with one of them. He felt a moment of relief that her training had helped make this night easier, but still felt the power of being the first man to ever touch her like this. “Kakashi…” she moaned again, his name on her lips music.
He didn’t make her wait. Another shudder and another and then it hit her again. While she was still panting, he moved up her body, kissing his way to her lips. He positioned himself and, even as tight as she was, one swift stroke and he was buried. “OH!” Sakura opened her eyes in surprise.
They stared at each other and knew, in that moment, they would never be the same, either of them. He saw what was behind her eyes and here, right now, he knew it was for what it was. Did she see it in his?
Sakura couldn’t believe it, but it was there, right before her eyes. And so she had to. She wrapped her legs more firmly around him and pulled him in for her own kiss. She poured everything she felt for him into it, showing him, rather than telling him, just how much she felt.
He began to move, then, and he, the master of control, had to fight for it. No woman had ever made him feel this way. No woman had ever had him fighting for control. But he had to with her.
They moved together, their rhythm perfect, their hands everywhere; their eyes never leaving each other. Lips touched, her nails scraped down his back and it was then that they went off the edge together.
Sakura wondered if it could have been like that with just anyone, but before the thought could fully form, she rejected it. No, no it wouldn’t. It couldn’t. Only him. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of him against her. Whatever happened after this, she knew she would forever hold this night to her.
Kakashi tried to catch his breath, but it was nearly impossible. He was still crushed to Sakura, still buried deep inside her and he didn’t want to move. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, and finally leaned up to look at her. “We can’t go back,” he whispered.
That wasn’t entirely true. She may have been able to. He didn’t think so, but despite how well he did know her, she may still surprise him. But he couldn’t. That night changed him, irrevocably, for as long as he lived.
She shook her head, though. “No. But…” she didn’t want to ask it. She didn’t want to lose this moment. What if his answer was something more like “well, then, we’ll have to be reassigned.” She didn’t think she could handle that, either.
“But now what, right?” He rolled, pulling her with him and yanking a blanket up over them. “I’d say a big part of that is up to you. For my part…” He tried to affect a shrug, just in case she didn’t want to go beyond that night, but it just came off as fake as it was.
She leaned up, resting her chin on her hand. “For your part?” She paused and nodded. She decided that she’d gain nothing if she didn’t lay it out. Tsunade had taught her to go after what she wanted and she realized tonight, she wanted Kakashi. Not just for a one night stand, not just to lose her virginity to.
Ninja—outside the clans—did not often marry. It was too often that they would go out on a mission and never come home. They rarely formed long term relationships. But nothing said they couldn’t. If he didn’t want marriage, that was fine with her. But she wanted him.
“I want you. So, whether you like it or not, I refuse to allow this to be it.” That said, she snuggled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder, her bravery used up.
He stared at her for another moment. She wanted him. He’d seen her feelings in her eyes. There was no mistake. Was he too old for her? Was it wrong that he used to be her teacher? The ninja world did not exist within the same rule set the rest of the world did. No, he didn’t think the standard rules applied. Someday he may not come back from a mission. Someday, she may not. But they would have more than most, because most of their missions, they would be on together.
“Then it won’t be.” He touched her chin and she looked up at him. “You’re mine, Sakura.” And that was that. He smiled. “And I never said that’s all we’d do tonight.” He grinned at her and rolled her on top of him. “Now, where were we…”
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