Fic: Sweeten the Pot
Title: Sweeten the Pot
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing/Characters: Kakashi/Sakura
Chapter: N/A, complete oneshot
Word Count: 1,806
Rating: M/R
Genre: Humor/Romance
Notes: katzenherrin requested "Kakashi/Sakura...strip poker. Kakashi with Icha Icha boxers (and his mask) and Sakura with cherry patterned panties (and her braw) She wins the next hand. He decides to take off the least probable piece of clothing....Humour. Implied Smut..."
Um. Poker turned into blackjack. "Why?" I can hear you asking. Well, I don't know how to play poker. But I do know how to play blackjack. That's pretty much the only difference I made. I hope you enjoy, stubborn kitty! Merry Christmas.
Also at my journal and FF.net.
“Hit me.” The words were distracted as Kakashi groped across the table blindly for a shot glass full of an amber-colored liquid. It was the only alcohol Sakura had in her home, and the label had been ripped off. Sakura didn’t remember buying it, and neither of them was a connoisseur of alcohol. They had no idea what it was, and they didn’t care. All that mattered was that it burned like fire on the way down and that it kept them drunk. The drink settled in his stomach with heady warmth as the pink-haired woman across from him dealt another card.
A two. That brought him up to nineteen.
That should be safe enough-if Sakura had a good hand, she wouldn’t be able to hide it. Her poker face was worse than Tsunade’s. Shit, his memory was worse than Tsunade’s poker face. How in the hell had he ended up completely shirtless in Sakura’s apartment, playing blackjack with his pants at stake?
Sakura dealt herself another card, and then looked expectantly up at Kakashi. He watched her expression carefully.
“I’ll stay,” he said.
“Then show ’em,” Sakura ordered. She flipped her hidden cards over in the same moment he did. He saw a ten, a four, and a six. On Sakura’s side.
Sakura had twenty. His pants had to come off. Thank God he’d put on clean boxers that morning. Thank God he’d put on boxers that morning. They were a brilliant orange color and covered with slashed red circles and the characters from Icha Icha, but they were boxers.
“Well, sensei,” Sakura slurred. “Off with somethin’.”
Dizzily, Kakashi stood and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his heavy black pants. They came off easily, since his shoes were buried under his weapons pouches, which were already in the pile on the table.
Sakura let out a wolf whistle and laughed raucously. Kakashi was tempted to turn around and swivel his hips, but even drunk off his ass, his dignity wouldn’t allow it. He smiled demurely under his mask and set his pants on the table. He had only his boxers and mask left to him.
His opponent had one elbow wrap, her shirt, and her skirt left. His grin turned sly as Sakura shuffled the cards and dealt a new hand.
Before him sat an ace and a queen. How lucky.
“Blackjack,” he declared, laying out his hand. Sakura scowled at him in a way he suspected was supposed to be fierce, although it looked funnier to him than menacing, and she stripped off her elbow wrap without the flamboyance of her earlier removals.
She picked up the cards and began to shuffle the deck again. “Would you like to cut it?” she offered sweetly.
“No,” he answered, reaching for the bottle and gracelessly refilling both their shot glasses. She put the cards aside and picked it up.
“To blackjack,” she announced, after a moment of thinking. Then she tapped the glass on the table and swallowed the booze down in one gulp.
“Why do you always do that?” he asked. It was a question he’d wanted to ask for years-ever since the first time they’d had shots together.
“Hm? Oh, you mean the toasting and the tapping,” Sakura mumbled. “I dunno, really. Jus’ the way m’ dad taught me.”
“Huh,” he said.
“Why?” she questioned. Her expression turned teasing. “Were you expecting some sort of meaningful story behind that?” Sakura laughed, a pleasant sound at the worst of times. Being drunk was definitely not the worst of times, but Kakashi didn’t appreciate being laughed at.
“Shut up and deal,” he growled. He was cold, drunk, and for some reason, he wanted to kiss Sakura. But then, he always wanted to kiss Sakura.
She shuffled the cards one more time while he downed his shot, and threw the cards down. He ended up with a pair of twos.
“Hit me,” he said flatly. A seven. That brought him up to eleven. Sakura drew a card for herself and looked at him, eyebrows raised. He rapped a finger against the table. A nine. Sakura drew another card and they showed their hands.
“Nineteen.”
“Twenty.”
Sakura swore violently and shimmied out of her skirt. It joined the pile and she dealt another round. Kakashi won again, and Sakura stood to remove her top, treating him to a lovely view of her panties and, after her shirt was off, her bra.
They were pink cotton, patterned with cherries and trimmed with narrow red cotton lace. They were ridiculously girly and cute and they made Kakashi’s mouth water. The perfectly rounded tops of her breasts peeked over the cups of her bra tantalizingly, and all he could see was an expanse of creamy pale skin and glorious curves over taut muscle, broken up by those panties.
Sakura plopped inelegantly back into her chair, sitting sideways with her legs crossed. She absentmindedly bounced her foot as she shuffled and dealt the cards.
A seven and an eight, for fifteen. Sakura took a moment to study her cards, looking thoughtful. When she finally glanced up at him, her brow was smooth.
“Hit me,” and he caught the card quickly. A three, for eighteen, and watched Sakura carefully as she claimed another card. Her expression didn’t change.
“Twenty-one,” she declared.
What the hell? Only years of strict training kept his jaw from dropping or his eyes from widening. His mind stuck, though, and he froze for too long, because Sakura grinned like a maniac and said in her best commanding voice, “You have to take something off, sensei. That’s pretty much the only rule of strip blackjack.”
His brain stuttered. Why had he agreed to play strip anything? Especially with this girl. What was wrong with him?
Sakura was getting impatient. “Sensei,” she said sternly. “If you don’t take something off in the next five seconds, I will remove it for you.”
Kakashi couldn’t help himself. “Promise?” he purred.
Then he got to watch as a vein throbbed in Sakura’s forehead. “Sensei,” she said warningly. “Five.”
He stood up.
“Four.”
He couldn’t help himself.
“Three.”
His hand started at the middle of his chest, trailing down, slowly.
“Two.”
His fingers landed on his waistband and began to tug them along.
“One.”
Kakashi was gratified to see that Sakura’s stunning sea foam green eyes couldn’t stay away from his rapidly lowering boxers-or, to be more accurate, the skin being revealed by his rapidly lowering boxers.
She stood suddenly, her whole face blooming as red as the cherries on her underwear, and began to study the cupboards behind her. He hadn’t even uncovered the good stuff yet, but obviously the subtle striptease was over, so he just dropped his boxers to the floor and then picked them up and set them on the pile.
To be contrary, Kakashi cocked his hip and leaned against the table. “Sakura, you have to turn around,” he called enticingly. “We have to play until one of us is completely naked to win the pot, remember?”
“Of course I remember,” she snapped, still, for all intents and purposes, scrutinizing her cabinet door. “It was my rule.”
“Then come back to the table and play,” he tempted.
“Not until you put it-the pe-your co-that-away,” she stuttered. He saw her wave one arm in a gesture. “Sit down, or something. I don’t want to see it in my kitchen. Honestly, you’d rather show me your penis than your face. What’s wrong with you?” She seemed to be building up to a full-blown Rant, so Kakashi tried to divert her attention to something else.
“All you have to do is win one more round to see my face,” he reminded. Her shoulders lifted and her back straightened. She spun to face him reluctantly, but he could see that her face was bright; she seemed to be suppressing a wide, luminous grin. Even more, she tried valiantly to keep her eyes trained on his, but he watched with amusement as they dropped steadily lower, until they reached the ‘that,’ as Sakura had referred to it. He wasn’t the biggest, but he was generously proportioned, and he definitely knew how to use it.
The sea foam green of her irises darkened into a stormier shade, and she seemed to fall naturally into a willing-to-be-seduced pose without thought.
Well, hell, Kakashi thought, if I’m a-goin’ anyway, might as well enjoy the ride.
“We finish the game,” he announced. “But let’s say we sweeten the pot.”
“Sweeten how?” Now Sakura seemed a little wary.
“Winner gets the pot, and three kisses,” he said brazenly. “They choose when the kisses will take place and where they want to be kissed.”
“Fine,” she agreed. “Sit down and let’s play.”
She shuffled and dealt. Kakashi won immediately with an ace and a ten, and thoroughly enjoyed the short show when Sakura reached behind her back to undo the hooks of her bra. She caught him watching shamelessly and slowed down, trailing her fingertips against her upper arms and dangling the garment from one finger teasingly. She tried to hide her breasts behind one arm, but had to give up when she realized Kakashi wasn’t going to deal the last hand.
He ogled. He couldn’t help it. Her breasts were beautiful. High and round and sizable, they had dusky pink nipples the same color as her lips, and they jiggled just so when she tossed the cards out. He wanted to find out what they felt like under his hands. In the slight chill of the room, her nipples stiffened just a little. Beneath the table, he could feel his penis doing the same.
He sat as patiently as he could while Sakura went through the motions of being the dealer, until finally she laid her hand out with a triumphant cry of, “Twenty-one!”
That definitely beat his twenty. He had no choice. He peeled his mask off, starting at the bottom and watched as Sakura eagerly drank in the sight of his face slowly being revealed. As the fabric passed over his eyes, Kakashi was momentarily rendered blind. He barely heard the chair scraping, and then his mouth was occupied with another. He ripped the nylon over his head and reached with his empty hand to push Sakura away by the shoulder.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Claiming my pot,” she said without hesitation. “Right now, my lips.”
Who was he to argue with a gorgeous, mostly naked drunk girl? One kiss melted into another, and Kakashi didn’t even care when she directed his mouth to her neck and then her breast to claim the other two. He certainly didn’t mind when she led him by the hand to her bedroom.
Sweeten the pot, indeed, he thought to himself.
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing/Characters: Kakashi/Sakura
Chapter: N/A, complete oneshot
Word Count: 1,806
Rating: M/R
Genre: Humor/Romance
Notes: katzenherrin requested "Kakashi/Sakura...strip poker. Kakashi with Icha Icha boxers (and his mask) and Sakura with cherry patterned panties (and her braw) She wins the next hand. He decides to take off the least probable piece of clothing....Humour. Implied Smut..."
Um. Poker turned into blackjack. "Why?" I can hear you asking. Well, I don't know how to play poker. But I do know how to play blackjack. That's pretty much the only difference I made. I hope you enjoy, stubborn kitty! Merry Christmas.
Also at my journal and FF.net.
“Hit me.” The words were distracted as Kakashi groped across the table blindly for a shot glass full of an amber-colored liquid. It was the only alcohol Sakura had in her home, and the label had been ripped off. Sakura didn’t remember buying it, and neither of them was a connoisseur of alcohol. They had no idea what it was, and they didn’t care. All that mattered was that it burned like fire on the way down and that it kept them drunk. The drink settled in his stomach with heady warmth as the pink-haired woman across from him dealt another card.
A two. That brought him up to nineteen.
That should be safe enough-if Sakura had a good hand, she wouldn’t be able to hide it. Her poker face was worse than Tsunade’s. Shit, his memory was worse than Tsunade’s poker face. How in the hell had he ended up completely shirtless in Sakura’s apartment, playing blackjack with his pants at stake?
Sakura dealt herself another card, and then looked expectantly up at Kakashi. He watched her expression carefully.
“I’ll stay,” he said.
“Then show ’em,” Sakura ordered. She flipped her hidden cards over in the same moment he did. He saw a ten, a four, and a six. On Sakura’s side.
Sakura had twenty. His pants had to come off. Thank God he’d put on clean boxers that morning. Thank God he’d put on boxers that morning. They were a brilliant orange color and covered with slashed red circles and the characters from Icha Icha, but they were boxers.
“Well, sensei,” Sakura slurred. “Off with somethin’.”
Dizzily, Kakashi stood and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his heavy black pants. They came off easily, since his shoes were buried under his weapons pouches, which were already in the pile on the table.
Sakura let out a wolf whistle and laughed raucously. Kakashi was tempted to turn around and swivel his hips, but even drunk off his ass, his dignity wouldn’t allow it. He smiled demurely under his mask and set his pants on the table. He had only his boxers and mask left to him.
His opponent had one elbow wrap, her shirt, and her skirt left. His grin turned sly as Sakura shuffled the cards and dealt a new hand.
Before him sat an ace and a queen. How lucky.
“Blackjack,” he declared, laying out his hand. Sakura scowled at him in a way he suspected was supposed to be fierce, although it looked funnier to him than menacing, and she stripped off her elbow wrap without the flamboyance of her earlier removals.
She picked up the cards and began to shuffle the deck again. “Would you like to cut it?” she offered sweetly.
“No,” he answered, reaching for the bottle and gracelessly refilling both their shot glasses. She put the cards aside and picked it up.
“To blackjack,” she announced, after a moment of thinking. Then she tapped the glass on the table and swallowed the booze down in one gulp.
“Why do you always do that?” he asked. It was a question he’d wanted to ask for years-ever since the first time they’d had shots together.
“Hm? Oh, you mean the toasting and the tapping,” Sakura mumbled. “I dunno, really. Jus’ the way m’ dad taught me.”
“Huh,” he said.
“Why?” she questioned. Her expression turned teasing. “Were you expecting some sort of meaningful story behind that?” Sakura laughed, a pleasant sound at the worst of times. Being drunk was definitely not the worst of times, but Kakashi didn’t appreciate being laughed at.
“Shut up and deal,” he growled. He was cold, drunk, and for some reason, he wanted to kiss Sakura. But then, he always wanted to kiss Sakura.
She shuffled the cards one more time while he downed his shot, and threw the cards down. He ended up with a pair of twos.
“Hit me,” he said flatly. A seven. That brought him up to eleven. Sakura drew a card for herself and looked at him, eyebrows raised. He rapped a finger against the table. A nine. Sakura drew another card and they showed their hands.
“Nineteen.”
“Twenty.”
Sakura swore violently and shimmied out of her skirt. It joined the pile and she dealt another round. Kakashi won again, and Sakura stood to remove her top, treating him to a lovely view of her panties and, after her shirt was off, her bra.
They were pink cotton, patterned with cherries and trimmed with narrow red cotton lace. They were ridiculously girly and cute and they made Kakashi’s mouth water. The perfectly rounded tops of her breasts peeked over the cups of her bra tantalizingly, and all he could see was an expanse of creamy pale skin and glorious curves over taut muscle, broken up by those panties.
Sakura plopped inelegantly back into her chair, sitting sideways with her legs crossed. She absentmindedly bounced her foot as she shuffled and dealt the cards.
A seven and an eight, for fifteen. Sakura took a moment to study her cards, looking thoughtful. When she finally glanced up at him, her brow was smooth.
“Hit me,” and he caught the card quickly. A three, for eighteen, and watched Sakura carefully as she claimed another card. Her expression didn’t change.
“Twenty-one,” she declared.
What the hell? Only years of strict training kept his jaw from dropping or his eyes from widening. His mind stuck, though, and he froze for too long, because Sakura grinned like a maniac and said in her best commanding voice, “You have to take something off, sensei. That’s pretty much the only rule of strip blackjack.”
His brain stuttered. Why had he agreed to play strip anything? Especially with this girl. What was wrong with him?
Sakura was getting impatient. “Sensei,” she said sternly. “If you don’t take something off in the next five seconds, I will remove it for you.”
Kakashi couldn’t help himself. “Promise?” he purred.
Then he got to watch as a vein throbbed in Sakura’s forehead. “Sensei,” she said warningly. “Five.”
He stood up.
“Four.”
He couldn’t help himself.
“Three.”
His hand started at the middle of his chest, trailing down, slowly.
“Two.”
His fingers landed on his waistband and began to tug them along.
“One.”
Kakashi was gratified to see that Sakura’s stunning sea foam green eyes couldn’t stay away from his rapidly lowering boxers-or, to be more accurate, the skin being revealed by his rapidly lowering boxers.
She stood suddenly, her whole face blooming as red as the cherries on her underwear, and began to study the cupboards behind her. He hadn’t even uncovered the good stuff yet, but obviously the subtle striptease was over, so he just dropped his boxers to the floor and then picked them up and set them on the pile.
To be contrary, Kakashi cocked his hip and leaned against the table. “Sakura, you have to turn around,” he called enticingly. “We have to play until one of us is completely naked to win the pot, remember?”
“Of course I remember,” she snapped, still, for all intents and purposes, scrutinizing her cabinet door. “It was my rule.”
“Then come back to the table and play,” he tempted.
“Not until you put it-the pe-your co-that-away,” she stuttered. He saw her wave one arm in a gesture. “Sit down, or something. I don’t want to see it in my kitchen. Honestly, you’d rather show me your penis than your face. What’s wrong with you?” She seemed to be building up to a full-blown Rant, so Kakashi tried to divert her attention to something else.
“All you have to do is win one more round to see my face,” he reminded. Her shoulders lifted and her back straightened. She spun to face him reluctantly, but he could see that her face was bright; she seemed to be suppressing a wide, luminous grin. Even more, she tried valiantly to keep her eyes trained on his, but he watched with amusement as they dropped steadily lower, until they reached the ‘that,’ as Sakura had referred to it. He wasn’t the biggest, but he was generously proportioned, and he definitely knew how to use it.
The sea foam green of her irises darkened into a stormier shade, and she seemed to fall naturally into a willing-to-be-seduced pose without thought.
Well, hell, Kakashi thought, if I’m a-goin’ anyway, might as well enjoy the ride.
“We finish the game,” he announced. “But let’s say we sweeten the pot.”
“Sweeten how?” Now Sakura seemed a little wary.
“Winner gets the pot, and three kisses,” he said brazenly. “They choose when the kisses will take place and where they want to be kissed.”
“Fine,” she agreed. “Sit down and let’s play.”
She shuffled and dealt. Kakashi won immediately with an ace and a ten, and thoroughly enjoyed the short show when Sakura reached behind her back to undo the hooks of her bra. She caught him watching shamelessly and slowed down, trailing her fingertips against her upper arms and dangling the garment from one finger teasingly. She tried to hide her breasts behind one arm, but had to give up when she realized Kakashi wasn’t going to deal the last hand.
He ogled. He couldn’t help it. Her breasts were beautiful. High and round and sizable, they had dusky pink nipples the same color as her lips, and they jiggled just so when she tossed the cards out. He wanted to find out what they felt like under his hands. In the slight chill of the room, her nipples stiffened just a little. Beneath the table, he could feel his penis doing the same.
He sat as patiently as he could while Sakura went through the motions of being the dealer, until finally she laid her hand out with a triumphant cry of, “Twenty-one!”
That definitely beat his twenty. He had no choice. He peeled his mask off, starting at the bottom and watched as Sakura eagerly drank in the sight of his face slowly being revealed. As the fabric passed over his eyes, Kakashi was momentarily rendered blind. He barely heard the chair scraping, and then his mouth was occupied with another. He ripped the nylon over his head and reached with his empty hand to push Sakura away by the shoulder.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Claiming my pot,” she said without hesitation. “Right now, my lips.”
Who was he to argue with a gorgeous, mostly naked drunk girl? One kiss melted into another, and Kakashi didn’t even care when she directed his mouth to her neck and then her breast to claim the other two. He certainly didn’t mind when she led him by the hand to her bedroom.
Sweeten the pot, indeed, he thought to himself.