The Stuff of Children's Rhymes, Part II
I'm not expecting this to be read for a while, since the Anonymous Challenge just got posted, but I'm putting this up now so I don't have to worry about it come November.
one two buckle my shoe, or part I
the next morning, or interlude i
three four shut the door, part II
five six pick up sticks, or part III
seven eight stand up straight, or part IV
nine ten do it again, or part V
Title: The Stuff of Children's Rhymes
Chapter: three four shut the door, or part II
Rating: M/R
Word Count: 2,244
Other Notes: This had only a brief proofreading done by me, but I'm actually pretty happy with this one. Comments and constructive criticisms are always appreciated! Enjoy and happy Hallowe'en.
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three four shut the door
It was Tuesday, and Ino was late. Of course, Shinju probably had a lot to do with that, and Sakura couldn’t begrudge that sweet-tempered barkeep anything for long. Especially since Ino had only just come back the night before, and they certainly missed each other.
So until Ino arrived, Sakura would continue to muddle through her paperwork and nibble on the crackers she’d brought with her that morning in anticipation of this very scenario.
It was nearing two o’clock and she was beginning to despair of ever seeing Ino. Sakura patted her grumbling belly and said, “I know. Soon.”
She was reaching for another folder when a knock came at her window. She turned warily. Ino didn’t use the window.
It was Kakashi.
“Of course,” she told herself. “If he didn’t annoy me at every opportunity, the world just might implode.” She stared at him for a moment against the backdrop of a grey January day. He tapped the tips of his fingers against the glass, and when she kept on not moving, she got the puppy-dog eye. She could practically see the ‘let me in’ on his visible breath.
Sakura actually did feel a little bad. It snowed only on occasion in Konoha, if the conditions were right, as they hadn’t been in four years - since she was seventeen.
She smiled fondly at the memories of that winter, but they weren’t without wistfulness as she unlocked the window and swung it wide to grant Kakashi admittance. He stepped in and began to walk away from the still-open window.
“Ahem,” Sakura said pointedly.
“Lunch?” Kakashi asked cheekily.
She briefly considered telling him she was waiting for Ino, but a quick glance at the clock and the sharp pang in her empty, growling stomach instantly rearranged her priorities.
“I’m picking the place this time,” she declared. “Last hovel you chose had me puking for days.”
Sakura headed toward the door to gather her coat and scarf, which she draped over her arm, intending to bundle as they went down the stairs. She heard Kakashi’s footsteps going to the window. Hand on the door, she turned to him.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” she inquired.
“To lunch,” Kakashi answered innocently. A cold wind swept through, depositing snowflakes in his hair and on her floor. Sakura was unmoved. “Come on, Sakura, live a little,” he coaxed.
But she really wanted to soak up the warmth on the stairs before facing blustery winds and snow…
“But I really wanted to soak up the warmth on the stairs before facing blustery winds and snow…”
“It’s already freezing in here-”
“Totally your fault.”
“-so just put on your coat and let’s go.”
She pouted briefly at the door before shrugging on her coat over her scarf and trudging to the window.
“Damn you for making sense,” she grumbled.
Kakashi was already clinging to the side of the building when she threw her leg over the sill and climbed out. She half-heartedly kicked at his head before she closed the window. They scaled down to the street and Sakura set out for her new favorite place.
Her boots made crunching noises in the snow as she walked. Kakashi was silent beside her. He had his arm around her shoulders, as he always did these days. It was a habit he’d picked up a little over four years ago, when she was seventeen and they’d slept together for the first time.
It was as close as either of them got to acknowledging the sex, outside of the actual act. They never talked about it, it didn’t carry over into any other aspect of their relationship, and Sakura was fine with that. She knew what was coming after lunch and wondered how far they’d make it before their clothes came off.
“I only have an hour for lunch, you know,” she announced.
“We’ll be fine,” Kakashi said absently.
Sakura really hoped he wasn’t planning to jump her bones in an alley. It was one of his favorite places, apparently, and the novelty of semi-public sex had long since worn away. Besides, she’d rather not freeze her ass off so he could get off.
Desk sex, though… Sakura happily wandered into daydreams at the prospect, relying on her feet to carry her where they needed to go.
The door chimed when Kakashi pushed it open, calling her from a pleasantly vivid scenario. She paused, jolting slightly when Kakashi didn’t. He glanced back at her.
She knew her face had to be rosy - she could feel the warmth in her cheeks. His brow furrowed. “Sakura, you’re looking glazed,” he commented.
“There was a desk,” she said faintly. Sakura imagined a confused frown under his mask, then shook her head to clear it. “Never mind. Let’s go, I’m famished.”
His eye softened. “Lead the way.”
Sakura set a brisk walk to the dining room and slid into a corner booth. A younger woman approached, wearing a plastic smile and carrying menus. She laid them on the table and drew chopsticks and spoons wrapped in paper napkins from her apron.
“Hi,” she greeted, forcedly cheerful. “My name is Himeka, and I’ll be your waitress today. Would you like something to drink?”
“Hot black tea for us both,” Kakashi said, picking up a menu and browsing. Sakura did the same.
“Alright!” she said brightly, and left. She was back in a few minutes, balancing a teapot and two cups. She filled them deftly and set the pot between them. Her smile still didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You guys ready to order?” She was holding a pad and poised pen, glancing expectantly between Sakura and Kakashi.
They ordered - fish filets with rice and vegetables - Himeka took their menus and they were alone again.
Silence unnerved Sakura, a side effect of too much time around Naruto, chatty co-workers, and comatose patients, so she began to talk. Mostly it was about her work, and the poison and antidote research and development department she was going to be joining. When she ran out of things to tell him that didn’t include classified information, she told him about the little house she’d just bought.
“It’s pretty rundown, but it’s nothing some time won’t fix,” Sakura explained. “The whole bathroom needs to be gutted and redone, so that’ll be my first project, I think. Oh! Would you like to help me paint, when it comes around?” she asked excitedly, really getting into the swing with thoughts of her home.
“Sure,” Kakashi promised vaguely. He probably didn’t even know what he’d just agreed to.
She continued in that bright, questioning tone, “My dog just died.”
“Uh-huh,” he said blankly.
“Squirrels are going to take over the world.”
A vague nod.
“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“Is that so?” he asked, still in that distant voice. She thought she could detect a tiny smirk.
Sakura was spared having to respond by the arrival of their food.
“Anything else?” Himeka chirped.
“No, thank you,” Kakashi told her. She left.
Sakura began to shovel food into her mouth at an alarming rate. Her eyes watered as her tongue and throat seared. Kakashi watched with no little amusement. The lukewarm tea in her cup barely helped.
Swallowing the last of it, Sakura coughed into her elbow and closed her eyes to focus chakra to the blistered areas.
She had no sooner picked up her chopsticks again than Kakashi said, “So, this no underwear business. Can I see?”
Sakura tried to kick him under the table. He moved, her toes slammed into the booth with a yelp, and her eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Satisfied?” she demanded angrily.
Kakashi’s gaze raked over her. “Not yet,” he said, voice low.
Sakura flushed red and didn’t speak again for a while. Lunch was eaten quickly, in semi-awkward silence interrupted by Himeka only twice - once to refill their teapot and then to drop off their check.
It came as no real surprise to Sakura when Kakashi claimed to have misplaced his wallet and she had to pay. Himeka eyed Kakashi disapprovingly but sent them off with a cherry smile and “Stay warm, have a nice day!”
Her attempts at small talk fell flat, even to her own ears, due to the fluttery feeling in her gut. They’d done this so many times she’d lost track, and yet the prospect of Kakashi inside her, seeing, touching, tasting her turned her into a nervous schoolgirl. It was always different, always exciting.
When Sakura tried to go to the door, Kakashi grabbed her shoulders and steered her to the wall under her office window. Sighing, Sakura molded her chakra through her mittens and boots and began to climb, Kakashi following. Her hands trembled as she dug her fingers into the crack to open the window. She stepped inside, Kakashi close after.
The door was wide open, a new stack of folders on her desk. Ignoring them, she turned to him anxiously, watching his shoulders and back closely while he latched the window. The flutters grew stronger her belly as he pivoted slowly to look at her. His mask had come down, and his eye was smoldering, taking her in slowly.
“Go close the door and lock it.” His voice was rough.
Sakura hurried to the door to obey, quivering finely all over. While she was there, she shed her winter gear.
“Now come back here,” he ordered. Her legs carried her without her realizing, and then the world stopped. His lips were warm and salty from his meal, but his tongue tasted like tea when it pressed intimately against hers. He was stroking her hips, directing her to sit on her desk.
Once Sakura was seated, he slipped his hands under her blouse. The sensation of Kakashi’s calloused fingertips contrasted sharply with the smoothness of leather and earned him a ragged gasp. She loved it when he kept his gloves on.
Her panties were damp, and she could feel Kakashi’s erection in her lap. He ground against her, groaning.
Then suddenly his mouth was gone from hers and she was being spun around to face the door.
“Bend over, Sakura,” he rasped, splaying his fingers across her toned stomach, the other pressing on her back. His dick was at her ass now. Her forearms smacked the desktop at the same moment that Kakashi shoved his hand under her skirt and tore her underwear off her. She heard the sound it made as one side ripped.
Sakura tried to stand up to protest, but Kakashi’s hard chest kept her pinned. “Hey!”
“You’ll live,” he growled, rocking into her center. “You little tease, lying about not wearing panties…” He squeezed her hips briefly before they left her. Sakura was in too much of a daze to think where they could go, until she felt his naked cock teasing her slit.
Without preamble, Kakashi filled her in one violent shove. Sakura jerked, her hair swinging wildly while he pulled out and slammed back in.
Pleasure zinged through Sakura’s whole body, coursing from the place where Kakashi crashed against her, making her desk shake with every thrust. She moaned loudly, echoed by Kakashi’s deep groan.
The only sounds in the room were their hips meeting, their noises of pleasure, and the rattling of the desk, and all the while the friction between them sent sparks across Sakura’s vision.
Each movement, every press of his finger to her clit sent her higher, coloring the sparks. Coils wound tighter, egged on by Kakashi’s heavy breaths and enticing groans.
It was his finger tenderly brushing her shoulder that sent Sakura over the edge. The coils snapped and her vision went white. Her sense hung around long enough to remind her to muffle her cries in her arm. When she came back to herself, Kakashi had already finished and was contentedly kissing her shoulder, neck, and hairline.
She shivered lightly at the smooth friction of his spent cock leaving her. Too boneless to hold her own weight at the moment, she spun clumsily, attempting to fix her skirt, and sat on the edge of her desk.
Sakura was treated to the sight of Kakashi’s abs when his shirts rode up while he straightened his clothing. She smiled like a cat that’d gotten the cream and was plotting the canary’s demise. He noticed.
“What?” His tone was edgy.
Sakura smiled, long and lazy, with a hint of sultriness in her green eyes, still hazy from an amazing orgasm.
“What?” Kakashi demanded again, downright wary now.
“I’m going to be panty-less all afternoon now,” she said, her voice just barely scratchy from her sounds of pleasure. “I’m going to be walking around with your come on my thighs for the rest of the night and I’m going to be seeing patients that way.” She laughed, huskily, and hummed, her eyes hooded.
Her mouth was occupied brusquely, but she tilted her head back, looking at the clock. “Sorry, lunch is over,” she cooed teasingly.
Kakashi growled and tweaked her nipples at the same moment he blew on her neck. Arousal made a reappearance, heating her blood welcomingly.
Sakura knew he’d pitched his voice deliberately when he told her, “Come to me when your shift is over.” Need flared sharply as he gave her pulse point a fierce suck. A cold breeze let her know he’d gone before she could focus again.
It would be a long, long night.
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one two buckle my shoe, or part I
the next morning, or interlude i
three four shut the door, part II
five six pick up sticks, or part III
seven eight stand up straight, or part IV
nine ten do it again, or part V
Title: The Stuff of Children's Rhymes
Chapter: three four shut the door, or part II
Rating: M/R
Word Count: 2,244
Other Notes: This had only a brief proofreading done by me, but I'm actually pretty happy with this one. Comments and constructive criticisms are always appreciated! Enjoy and happy Hallowe'en.
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three four shut the door
It was Tuesday, and Ino was late. Of course, Shinju probably had a lot to do with that, and Sakura couldn’t begrudge that sweet-tempered barkeep anything for long. Especially since Ino had only just come back the night before, and they certainly missed each other.
So until Ino arrived, Sakura would continue to muddle through her paperwork and nibble on the crackers she’d brought with her that morning in anticipation of this very scenario.
It was nearing two o’clock and she was beginning to despair of ever seeing Ino. Sakura patted her grumbling belly and said, “I know. Soon.”
She was reaching for another folder when a knock came at her window. She turned warily. Ino didn’t use the window.
It was Kakashi.
“Of course,” she told herself. “If he didn’t annoy me at every opportunity, the world just might implode.” She stared at him for a moment against the backdrop of a grey January day. He tapped the tips of his fingers against the glass, and when she kept on not moving, she got the puppy-dog eye. She could practically see the ‘let me in’ on his visible breath.
Sakura actually did feel a little bad. It snowed only on occasion in Konoha, if the conditions were right, as they hadn’t been in four years - since she was seventeen.
She smiled fondly at the memories of that winter, but they weren’t without wistfulness as she unlocked the window and swung it wide to grant Kakashi admittance. He stepped in and began to walk away from the still-open window.
“Ahem,” Sakura said pointedly.
“Lunch?” Kakashi asked cheekily.
She briefly considered telling him she was waiting for Ino, but a quick glance at the clock and the sharp pang in her empty, growling stomach instantly rearranged her priorities.
“I’m picking the place this time,” she declared. “Last hovel you chose had me puking for days.”
Sakura headed toward the door to gather her coat and scarf, which she draped over her arm, intending to bundle as they went down the stairs. She heard Kakashi’s footsteps going to the window. Hand on the door, she turned to him.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” she inquired.
“To lunch,” Kakashi answered innocently. A cold wind swept through, depositing snowflakes in his hair and on her floor. Sakura was unmoved. “Come on, Sakura, live a little,” he coaxed.
But she really wanted to soak up the warmth on the stairs before facing blustery winds and snow…
“But I really wanted to soak up the warmth on the stairs before facing blustery winds and snow…”
“It’s already freezing in here-”
“Totally your fault.”
“-so just put on your coat and let’s go.”
She pouted briefly at the door before shrugging on her coat over her scarf and trudging to the window.
“Damn you for making sense,” she grumbled.
Kakashi was already clinging to the side of the building when she threw her leg over the sill and climbed out. She half-heartedly kicked at his head before she closed the window. They scaled down to the street and Sakura set out for her new favorite place.
Her boots made crunching noises in the snow as she walked. Kakashi was silent beside her. He had his arm around her shoulders, as he always did these days. It was a habit he’d picked up a little over four years ago, when she was seventeen and they’d slept together for the first time.
It was as close as either of them got to acknowledging the sex, outside of the actual act. They never talked about it, it didn’t carry over into any other aspect of their relationship, and Sakura was fine with that. She knew what was coming after lunch and wondered how far they’d make it before their clothes came off.
“I only have an hour for lunch, you know,” she announced.
“We’ll be fine,” Kakashi said absently.
Sakura really hoped he wasn’t planning to jump her bones in an alley. It was one of his favorite places, apparently, and the novelty of semi-public sex had long since worn away. Besides, she’d rather not freeze her ass off so he could get off.
Desk sex, though… Sakura happily wandered into daydreams at the prospect, relying on her feet to carry her where they needed to go.
The door chimed when Kakashi pushed it open, calling her from a pleasantly vivid scenario. She paused, jolting slightly when Kakashi didn’t. He glanced back at her.
She knew her face had to be rosy - she could feel the warmth in her cheeks. His brow furrowed. “Sakura, you’re looking glazed,” he commented.
“There was a desk,” she said faintly. Sakura imagined a confused frown under his mask, then shook her head to clear it. “Never mind. Let’s go, I’m famished.”
His eye softened. “Lead the way.”
Sakura set a brisk walk to the dining room and slid into a corner booth. A younger woman approached, wearing a plastic smile and carrying menus. She laid them on the table and drew chopsticks and spoons wrapped in paper napkins from her apron.
“Hi,” she greeted, forcedly cheerful. “My name is Himeka, and I’ll be your waitress today. Would you like something to drink?”
“Hot black tea for us both,” Kakashi said, picking up a menu and browsing. Sakura did the same.
“Alright!” she said brightly, and left. She was back in a few minutes, balancing a teapot and two cups. She filled them deftly and set the pot between them. Her smile still didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You guys ready to order?” She was holding a pad and poised pen, glancing expectantly between Sakura and Kakashi.
They ordered - fish filets with rice and vegetables - Himeka took their menus and they were alone again.
Silence unnerved Sakura, a side effect of too much time around Naruto, chatty co-workers, and comatose patients, so she began to talk. Mostly it was about her work, and the poison and antidote research and development department she was going to be joining. When she ran out of things to tell him that didn’t include classified information, she told him about the little house she’d just bought.
“It’s pretty rundown, but it’s nothing some time won’t fix,” Sakura explained. “The whole bathroom needs to be gutted and redone, so that’ll be my first project, I think. Oh! Would you like to help me paint, when it comes around?” she asked excitedly, really getting into the swing with thoughts of her home.
“Sure,” Kakashi promised vaguely. He probably didn’t even know what he’d just agreed to.
She continued in that bright, questioning tone, “My dog just died.”
“Uh-huh,” he said blankly.
“Squirrels are going to take over the world.”
A vague nod.
“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“Is that so?” he asked, still in that distant voice. She thought she could detect a tiny smirk.
Sakura was spared having to respond by the arrival of their food.
“Anything else?” Himeka chirped.
“No, thank you,” Kakashi told her. She left.
Sakura began to shovel food into her mouth at an alarming rate. Her eyes watered as her tongue and throat seared. Kakashi watched with no little amusement. The lukewarm tea in her cup barely helped.
Swallowing the last of it, Sakura coughed into her elbow and closed her eyes to focus chakra to the blistered areas.
She had no sooner picked up her chopsticks again than Kakashi said, “So, this no underwear business. Can I see?”
Sakura tried to kick him under the table. He moved, her toes slammed into the booth with a yelp, and her eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Satisfied?” she demanded angrily.
Kakashi’s gaze raked over her. “Not yet,” he said, voice low.
Sakura flushed red and didn’t speak again for a while. Lunch was eaten quickly, in semi-awkward silence interrupted by Himeka only twice - once to refill their teapot and then to drop off their check.
It came as no real surprise to Sakura when Kakashi claimed to have misplaced his wallet and she had to pay. Himeka eyed Kakashi disapprovingly but sent them off with a cherry smile and “Stay warm, have a nice day!”
Her attempts at small talk fell flat, even to her own ears, due to the fluttery feeling in her gut. They’d done this so many times she’d lost track, and yet the prospect of Kakashi inside her, seeing, touching, tasting her turned her into a nervous schoolgirl. It was always different, always exciting.
When Sakura tried to go to the door, Kakashi grabbed her shoulders and steered her to the wall under her office window. Sighing, Sakura molded her chakra through her mittens and boots and began to climb, Kakashi following. Her hands trembled as she dug her fingers into the crack to open the window. She stepped inside, Kakashi close after.
The door was wide open, a new stack of folders on her desk. Ignoring them, she turned to him anxiously, watching his shoulders and back closely while he latched the window. The flutters grew stronger her belly as he pivoted slowly to look at her. His mask had come down, and his eye was smoldering, taking her in slowly.
“Go close the door and lock it.” His voice was rough.
Sakura hurried to the door to obey, quivering finely all over. While she was there, she shed her winter gear.
“Now come back here,” he ordered. Her legs carried her without her realizing, and then the world stopped. His lips were warm and salty from his meal, but his tongue tasted like tea when it pressed intimately against hers. He was stroking her hips, directing her to sit on her desk.
Once Sakura was seated, he slipped his hands under her blouse. The sensation of Kakashi’s calloused fingertips contrasted sharply with the smoothness of leather and earned him a ragged gasp. She loved it when he kept his gloves on.
Her panties were damp, and she could feel Kakashi’s erection in her lap. He ground against her, groaning.
Then suddenly his mouth was gone from hers and she was being spun around to face the door.
“Bend over, Sakura,” he rasped, splaying his fingers across her toned stomach, the other pressing on her back. His dick was at her ass now. Her forearms smacked the desktop at the same moment that Kakashi shoved his hand under her skirt and tore her underwear off her. She heard the sound it made as one side ripped.
Sakura tried to stand up to protest, but Kakashi’s hard chest kept her pinned. “Hey!”
“You’ll live,” he growled, rocking into her center. “You little tease, lying about not wearing panties…” He squeezed her hips briefly before they left her. Sakura was in too much of a daze to think where they could go, until she felt his naked cock teasing her slit.
Without preamble, Kakashi filled her in one violent shove. Sakura jerked, her hair swinging wildly while he pulled out and slammed back in.
Pleasure zinged through Sakura’s whole body, coursing from the place where Kakashi crashed against her, making her desk shake with every thrust. She moaned loudly, echoed by Kakashi’s deep groan.
The only sounds in the room were their hips meeting, their noises of pleasure, and the rattling of the desk, and all the while the friction between them sent sparks across Sakura’s vision.
Each movement, every press of his finger to her clit sent her higher, coloring the sparks. Coils wound tighter, egged on by Kakashi’s heavy breaths and enticing groans.
It was his finger tenderly brushing her shoulder that sent Sakura over the edge. The coils snapped and her vision went white. Her sense hung around long enough to remind her to muffle her cries in her arm. When she came back to herself, Kakashi had already finished and was contentedly kissing her shoulder, neck, and hairline.
She shivered lightly at the smooth friction of his spent cock leaving her. Too boneless to hold her own weight at the moment, she spun clumsily, attempting to fix her skirt, and sat on the edge of her desk.
Sakura was treated to the sight of Kakashi’s abs when his shirts rode up while he straightened his clothing. She smiled like a cat that’d gotten the cream and was plotting the canary’s demise. He noticed.
“What?” His tone was edgy.
Sakura smiled, long and lazy, with a hint of sultriness in her green eyes, still hazy from an amazing orgasm.
“What?” Kakashi demanded again, downright wary now.
“I’m going to be panty-less all afternoon now,” she said, her voice just barely scratchy from her sounds of pleasure. “I’m going to be walking around with your come on my thighs for the rest of the night and I’m going to be seeing patients that way.” She laughed, huskily, and hummed, her eyes hooded.
Her mouth was occupied brusquely, but she tilted her head back, looking at the clock. “Sorry, lunch is over,” she cooed teasingly.
Kakashi growled and tweaked her nipples at the same moment he blew on her neck. Arousal made a reappearance, heating her blood welcomingly.
Sakura knew he’d pitched his voice deliberately when he told her, “Come to me when your shift is over.” Need flared sharply as he gave her pulse point a fierce suck. A cold breeze let her know he’d gone before she could focus again.
It would be a long, long night.
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