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Title: Bad Ideas [Takes 1&2]
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kakashi/Sakura
Summary: This is a situation that can't end well.
Take 1:
It had seemed like such a reasonable idea when they were both exhausted and filthy.
There was one room at the inn, there was one bed, and they'd been more concerned with who got the first shower than arguing about one of them sleeping on the floor.
Kakashi hadn't even had a glimmering of unease when she'd crawled into the bed next to him in only a towel, her hair dark with water - he'd barely managed to keep his eyes open to reassure himself that she hadn't drowned in the tub. Even as her weight settled next to his he was sliding into unconsciousness.
That had been hours ago.
Now, Kakashi had plenty of mental energy to realize what a horrific idea this had been, climbing into bed with his former student.
Despite the fact that the bed was the side of a small apartment, or maybe country even, he'd woken up with Sakura tangled around him.
She was tucked against his side, her back to him, and the towel she'd wrapped herself in must have come undone, because he could feel the heat of her bare back pressed all along his chest. One of her legs was caught between his and her hands were clinging to his forearm.
All he could smell was the soap they'd both used and Sakura's uniquely, torturously feminine scent.
Using every ounce of the elite, jounin skill in his body, Kakashi tried to ease away without waking her.
Cruel, cold breezes slipped under the covers, between their bodies.
Sakura moaned, pressed against him, and every drop of blood in his body headed towards his prick.
"'m cold, Kakashi-sensei," she mumbled, trying to mold herself against him. "Don't go."
Fuck, thought Kakashi, and didn't move.
Take 2:
Sakura turned into the warm body next to her with a throaty moan.
Oh, this was the best dream ever.
She slid her hands over his chest and heard him suck in a breath.
"Sakura..."
She made an I-heard-you sound and pressed her mouth to one of his nipples, flicked it with her tongue.
He groaned and Sakura took that as permission to straddle him. The covers slipped down, the cold air biting at her shoulders. She shifted and he moaned her name again, hips thrusting towards her.
She could feel his erection through the towel that wrapped his hips.
She wiggled. The softness fabric of the towel laid over him was enticing in its own way, but what she really wanted was-
She started to pull the towel away.
"Sakura!" Kakashi said sharply and she froze, blinking her eyes clear.
"Oh, god," she threw herself off him, off the bed, hit the ground hard.
"Are you-" Kakashi propped himself up on his elbow and Sakura wrapped her arms around herself, scrabbled away from him.
"Don't look at me, oh, god please don't," she begged. She couldn't remember being this humiliated, ever.
Kakashi politely started inspecting the ceiling.
She clawed the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around herself.
Kakashi shifted one of the pillows to rest over his lap.
"I'm... I'm going to go and... and see if my clothes are dry...." she mumbled through numb lips.
"That sounds fine," Kakashi said lightly, still staring at the ceiling.
Sakura fled.
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kakashi/Sakura
Summary: This is a situation that can't end well.
Take 1:
It had seemed like such a reasonable idea when they were both exhausted and filthy.
There was one room at the inn, there was one bed, and they'd been more concerned with who got the first shower than arguing about one of them sleeping on the floor.
Kakashi hadn't even had a glimmering of unease when she'd crawled into the bed next to him in only a towel, her hair dark with water - he'd barely managed to keep his eyes open to reassure himself that she hadn't drowned in the tub. Even as her weight settled next to his he was sliding into unconsciousness.
That had been hours ago.
Now, Kakashi had plenty of mental energy to realize what a horrific idea this had been, climbing into bed with his former student.
Despite the fact that the bed was the side of a small apartment, or maybe country even, he'd woken up with Sakura tangled around him.
She was tucked against his side, her back to him, and the towel she'd wrapped herself in must have come undone, because he could feel the heat of her bare back pressed all along his chest. One of her legs was caught between his and her hands were clinging to his forearm.
All he could smell was the soap they'd both used and Sakura's uniquely, torturously feminine scent.
Using every ounce of the elite, jounin skill in his body, Kakashi tried to ease away without waking her.
Cruel, cold breezes slipped under the covers, between their bodies.
Sakura moaned, pressed against him, and every drop of blood in his body headed towards his prick.
"'m cold, Kakashi-sensei," she mumbled, trying to mold herself against him. "Don't go."
Fuck, thought Kakashi, and didn't move.
Take 2:
Sakura turned into the warm body next to her with a throaty moan.
Oh, this was the best dream ever.
She slid her hands over his chest and heard him suck in a breath.
"Sakura..."
She made an I-heard-you sound and pressed her mouth to one of his nipples, flicked it with her tongue.
He groaned and Sakura took that as permission to straddle him. The covers slipped down, the cold air biting at her shoulders. She shifted and he moaned her name again, hips thrusting towards her.
She could feel his erection through the towel that wrapped his hips.
She wiggled. The softness fabric of the towel laid over him was enticing in its own way, but what she really wanted was-
She started to pull the towel away.
"Sakura!" Kakashi said sharply and she froze, blinking her eyes clear.
"Oh, god," she threw herself off him, off the bed, hit the ground hard.
"Are you-" Kakashi propped himself up on his elbow and Sakura wrapped her arms around herself, scrabbled away from him.
"Don't look at me, oh, god please don't," she begged. She couldn't remember being this humiliated, ever.
Kakashi politely started inspecting the ceiling.
She clawed the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around herself.
Kakashi shifted one of the pillows to rest over his lap.
"I'm... I'm going to go and... and see if my clothes are dry...." she mumbled through numb lips.
"That sounds fine," Kakashi said lightly, still staring at the ceiling.
Sakura fled.