Story: Nature of the Game
Rating: R - violence, mature themes, lang, smut.
Chapter: 16 - Contact
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Chapter 16 - Extra
Before Sakura felt Kakashi begin to respond to her attention, she had wondered briefly how difficult it would be to break him if he chose to turn her down, but he didn’t.
Bringing his hand to her face, Kakashi could feel the tears there as he moved his sore thumb over her cheek.
“Why are you crying?” he asked, the tone of his voice slightly concerned.
“I’m happy,” she replied as she pushed her lips to his. The moment they touched, her heart broke and she cried harder. How could she hate him all this time, he was everything to her. If she were caught, if she was discovered to have misappropriated information for her own gain and thrown out of the Leaf ninja, it would be worth it. Even though he didn’t put her first, she would always do it for him. The plan to prevent the worst was in full swing but the opportunity for closeness had presented itself now and she couldn’t deny herself and him.
Those long months he was away had been the darkest days she had known and even if when they returned they were not together, she would do it again.
In essence, she had given him everything, all that she had.
His hand moved to her waist timidly and Sakura could see he was tense about making love to a stranger. She wanted him completely and uninhibited, just as she had him the night before he left for this godforsaken mission. She would give him something to help convince him.
“Kakashi, give yourself to me, you won’t have to feel guilty or obligated. I won’t ask you for anything but tonight.” She whispered as her hands moved over his chest gently, her fingernails grazing his body. Her voice was still muffled to his ears but her gestures were clear.
“Sakura” he said softly, he would never forget when she said that to him the night before he left and now Mikomi had said it again. This couldn’t be coincidence. It had to be Sakura, she felt the same, said the same things…kissed the same. The need to be with her overwhelmed his body and mind. It was so easy to believe it was her…it was her and she was just playing one of her games, he decided. Mikomi was banished from his mind.
“Sakura, I’ve wanted this for so long.” His face was pained and she felt his sore fingers pressing into her flesh as he pulled her tightly to him, their bodies together. The intense hunger for him had awakened her passion as well as his.
He kissed her again and it seemed almost ceaseless as the heightened arousal coursed through her. His mouth craved hers and his tongue indicated it by ravishing hers. Heat burned between them as the trepidation turned to fervent passion with every hot movement.
With his pained fingers she didn’t expect the delicate ministrations he had performed on their first night together, instead it was she who would be in control tonight. There would be no Sharingan or chakra or any of the incredible enhancements, it would just be an ordinary man and an ordinary woman.
To his surprise she sat up and gently maneuvered him onto his back again, slowly kissing his neck and collarbone. Her kisses were loving and tender, tracing lines along his skin.
Her warm tongue flicked and traced over his chest and teased slightly at his dark nipple making it as erect as hers. Her fingers wandered his body, running along his thigh, caressing his stomach, tracing an old scar idly then retracing the entire path.
The fire crackled in the woodstove beside them and the grate in the front threw lines of fiery light around the room and onto his body. He was stunning in the soft orange glow and she felt all the love she had for him rush back into her body. It was a defining moment for her; she felt she might be suffocated by the encompassing feelings.
“I wish I could see you.” he said softly, he felt the ache of how long his eyes had longed to look into her green ones.
“Just close your eyes, Kakashi, I haven’t changed.” She said smoothly.
She straddled him now, letting their skin touch, and their bodies rest together, teasing them. She instantly felt his arousal under her and smiled through her tears. Kakashi reactively lifted his knees so that he could get leverage with his feet on the futon. She leaned back slightly against his raised thighs just to take a moment to look at him before she proceeded. I've wanted it for so long too...
Leaning forward and putting a hand on each side of his head, she lowered her lips to his again. With each sweep of his tongue she felt the pulse between her legs as she ached to have him inside her.
One hand slid to her hair and wrapped in her tresses, the yearning sensation rippled through her as his other hand lightly danced over her neck and moved down her body. Then, as if she had willed him to do it, they both moved to her aching breasts.
Sakura sat back up and admired his face from above him as his hands moved attentively over her. He continued to tease at her breasts, rubbing a thumb over each taut nipple, pleased at their arousal. The enjoyment burned through her as her hands ran overtop of his, feeling the movements that were setting her on fire. Her head threw back with the excited sensations engulfing her. Her fingers ran over his hands and down his arms returning in a circling motion.
Gently, so not to hurt him, Sakura removed one of his hands and bringing it to her face, she kissed the palm gently. Then she traced her tongue over his finger, and teased him with gentle sucking as she took it carefully into her mouth.
It was already difficult for Kakashi to wait, it had been so long and now the completely surrounding illusion that this was Sakura made it fall into place. His pain was banished, all he could think of was joining bodies with this woman; the first woman he had ever truly loved. Unconsciously, he had raised himself slightly to touch their bodies and it was not lost on Sakura.
He removed his hand from her breast and reaching around her waist, pulled her back down to him and languishing his tongue over her neck. The soft movements and heat made her whimper slightly and even though his hearing was not perfect, he had heard that. It only served to further his arousal at pleasuring her. He bit into her skin lightly and sucked gently drawing her in, pushing her further.
It was slightly difficult as he couldn’t see her but he figured it was just like making love in the dark, only there would be no silhouette to guide him. He didn’t totally object to ‘feeling his way’ and he smiled at the dirty thought of it. I never change, he mused inwardly.
Sakura had felt the small bolt through her a moment ago when he raised to touch their bodies and now it was too much to hold back. She pulled out of his gentle embrace to sit back up and opened her legs further to increase the connection between them. She was greeted with a small moan of approval as she moved her hips slightly.
As she moved, she felt the gentle stroke of where his firm masculinity met the small knot of nerves between her thighs. It was so wonderful to have that sensation rippling through her again as she got caught up in it. The heat pooled between them and she felt the moisture increasing the glide and easy with which they rubbed together.
Kakashi was engrossed in the teasing friction between them. He loved women to take charge, to ‘be on top’. She was no exception, his Sakura, but this taunting of him, making him wait was beyond playful, it was erotic.
His hands moved up to her breasts again and waiting became unfathomable as his pained fingers increased their firm circles. It wasn’t enough but wanton desire had captured him and made him submit, he would have to bow to their slow rhythm. He slipped his hands behind her back and pulled her towards him again, this time pushing her over him slightly so he could slip his mouth over a rosy nipple. The nips and flicks of his tongue and the gentle sucking made her groan as his hands slid over her back and down the backs of her thighs, gripping with as much force as he could manage.
One hand when to the back of his head, gripping his hair in her fingers, pulling more roughly than she intended while her back arched. She teetered above him on her other hand and knees and her head flipped back in ecstasy.
The lustful throbing of her body increased as one of his hands made it’s way between her legs. His movement was rhythmic, not precise but it was more than she expected given his current condition. She let out gasps of pleasure that increased his attentiveness to her soft folds.
She needed him inside her, and needed to be connected on that level. With ease, she moved back, feeling his release on her breast as she placed her body back down on his. With some movement and adjustment, she managed to connect his sex with hers. It had been a while since her first time and she expected the harsh sting like last time but with the desire so fully gripping her, the moisture of her soft walls let him glide in comfortably.
They both groaned in unison, the mutual pleasure running inside them, created at the point where their bodies joined. Sakura began to move slightly feeling him inside, piercing her, making the world cave in. The tears began to flow freely from her eyes as she gasped again in gratification.
Slowly and deliberately her body moved back and forth on his letting the rhythm capture them, each time pushing out the heated longing sighs and breaths. The room filled with the sounds of passion, and the slow creak of the loose boards under the futon.
Kakashi’s fervent grunts and gasps showed he felt the inescapable climax mounting although they both wanted to wait, to make this last as long as possible. His hands held tight to her waist guiding her grinding movement above him, becoming increasingly more exaggerated and firm.
“Oh…Sa…kura…” her disjointed name fell from his lips as if he could taste it’s sweetness, and along with it the scorching climax filled her lower half, blood rushing to her face, breasts tight. Just the sound of it alone had broken her.
“Ahhhh…Kakashi…” she screamed, feeling the deep ripple of pleasure run through her as she felt his climax bursting forth also, accompanied by his strained moan.
When it finally subsided, the room was so silent save for the cracking fire and heavy breaths of the tired lovers. Beaded with sweat, Sakura fell forward onto him and sobbed, letting six months of pain fall out of her. His arms wrapped around her tightly, her roseate hair falling over his neck and shoulder.
“Sakura, I love you,” he whispered in her ear.
“Thank-you, Kakashi.” she said softly as she pushed out of his grasp and headed into the bathroom.
He lay stunned for a moment, shocked that she had left so quickly. He mentally slapped himself for saying that. He did love Sakura, and he wanted to say it, but maybe this wasn’t her, maybe she was Mikomi.
Wretched guilt flooded his insides at what he may have just done. He made love to a woman, in another’s name. Wasn’t that her idea, didn’t she want it to be the same for him, to pretend he was someone else for her? But in the end she had called out his name, where he expected to hear another’s.
Sakura was getting married to Sasuke, but yet, the guilt of the pleasure he had just partaken in was eating at him. Maybe it wasn’t Sakura after all, he thought as he began to doubt his intuition from earlier.
Sakura sat back on the edge of the bathtub letting her shoulders hitch with her silent sobs. The extreme desire to have him had made her numb. She had pushed it on him and now, although he called her name, he believed he had been with another.
The confession of love had been a dagger to her heart. She was not going to tell him it was she, there was no way. It was a necessary evil, painful yes, but necessary nonetheless to keep up the illusion, for now at least. If it were possible to retain her ANBU status and rescue him too, she would do it, she would keep it a secret for the time being. It was the only way in her mind to succeed, as well as to protect him.
It was difficult to compose herself and so she sat on a crumpled wet towel on the dingy floor and cried for all the times she fought it over the last six months.
Kakashi continued to lie down beside the fire after slowly pulling the blankets back on himself. He was drowning in guilt now and was angry with himself for giving in.
Who is this woman? Maybe his sight would be back soon and the mystery would be over. She couldn’t hide from him forever, now, could she?
Slowly the door opened from the bathroom as the Kunoichi walked out at a dragging pace. Her bare feet padded lightly on he rough wood floor.
“Are you hungry, Kakashi?” she asked in a calm voice, while picking up the basket of fruit and bringing it over to the bed.
“Sa…Mikomi…who are you? My mind tells me you are someone other than you've said. I don’t want to upset you but I think you aren’t telling me everything. What happened at the complex?” he asked pointedly, trying to force answers from her.
She looked long at his sleepy eyes. Even though he couldn’t see her, she could almost feel his knowing gaze penetrating her.
“I’m sorry Kakashi but I’m not ready to tell. My name is Mikomi, I’m an ANBU from Konoha. My purpose was to bring you home and that is what I intend to do. I said there was no guilt and no obligation, I assumed you knew that meant that I was not obligated to you either.” She paused watching the dismay stitch his brow.
“Mikomi…I didn’t want to hurt you.” he said softly.
“You didn’t Kakashi. I cry for someone else.” She lied, or maybe it was for herself. “Why don’t you get some sleep, we have to leave in the morning, you need your rest.” She added, tears silently falling from her green eyes.
Kakashi nodded and laid back on the pillow, even though he felt like shit, sleep was overcoming him quickly; the lovemaking had worn him to exhaustion. As his eyes closed he thought sleepily that it wasn’t worth it.
He was almost out when he surprisingly felt her body move into the bed and lay close beside him, wrapping an arm over his stomach, lips pressed to his neck in a soft embrace.