[Fic] "What I mean, is this"
Author: a_lifestyle
Fandom: Naruto (Kakashi / Sakura)
Rating: R (light sexin')
Words: 628
Summary:
A/N: Written for the fine folks at the Kakashi/Sakura FC, in celebration of the 1000th post. You guys have been very welcoming to me, at a time when I didn't know if going into this whole fandom nonsense was a good idea or not. Many wishes for strong camaraderie and tons of smut in our future.
What I mean, is this
Kakashi awoke and could immediately identify the smell of freshly made eggs and toast. He also awoke to the throbbing of his temples and the acute urge to vomit.
So, he sat up, made a beeline to the toilet, and did just that.
As he sat there with his forehead on the-pink-toilet seat, and his knees on the tiles, he decided now would be as good a time as any to do some thinking as to what exactly he had done last night. In the corner of his eyes he spotted a familiar tan skirt and black bra hanging from the hook on the back of the bathroom door.
Oh, boy.
He decided quickly that thinking was too hard and he slumped forward, cheek resting against the wall next to the toilet. He rested one arm across the toilet paper dispenser and winced. This is how Sakura found him when she walked into the bathroom with two plates of eggs, toast, and coffee, perfectly balanced in her delicate hands. She was also naked, which, when Kakashi cracked open one eye to greet her, assisted his recovery process some.
“Good morning,” she chirped. “Breakfast? It’ll get that acidic taste out of your mouth.”
He rolled over, back against the wall. He thought he didn’t have the strength to eat, but the allure of fresh breakfast served by an attractive naked girl was hard to willingly resist.
“Mrphprefin,” he replied.
She placed the plate on his lap, closed the toilet lid, and placed his cup of coffee on its pink surface. Closing the bathroom door, she took a seat on the fluffy pink bath rug. They began to eat, chewing in silence.
“Feel a little better?” she asked after a bit of time.
It took him a moment to answer, his waking brain captivated by the freckles on her collarbone. He took a glorious sip of coffee. “Much. Thanks.”
“Oh, don’t mention it.”
There was a pause.
“You know, when we do this again, you’re going to be in charge of breakfast.”
Kakashi sputtered (which he was very embarrassed about--he was the feared Copy Ninja for crying out loud). “When. When we do this again,” he repeated, slowly.
Sakura nodded, unfazed. She nibbled a bit of toast.
Kakashi put his empty plate down next to him on the floor. “Define ‘this.’”
She finished chewing the last bit of eggs, tongue darting out against the fork (oh god, this is torture). “You don’t remember much, do you?”
He was about to respond when she climbed onto all fours and began to approach him, her arms tangling with his--oh crap, naked-legs.
“Well,” Sakura began, smoothing her hands over his thighs. “What I mean, is this.”
He swallowed as she ran her hands up and over the length of his arms. The soft pads of her fingers tickled, but it was no laughing matter as her breasts came into contact with his chest.
“And when we were like this.”
She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the edge of his collarbone. Her knees pushed against the inside of his thighs.
“And when I did this.”
He shuddered when one of those delicate hands closed around his cock.
“And when you did this.”
She took his hand and guided it between her strong thighs. His mouth dropped open and she pressed her lips against his.
He closed his eyes, the ache in his groin a torture. A really, really welcome torture.
“Well,” he mused, a bit out of breath. Her thumb pressed just like this, and his breath hitched. “I think it’d be fine if we did--oh fuck--if we did this again.”
She smiled against his mouth. “Good. I’d like bagels with cranberry tea.”
“Duly noted.”
- end -
Fandom: Naruto (Kakashi / Sakura)
Rating: R (light sexin')
Words: 628
Summary:
A/N: Written for the fine folks at the Kakashi/Sakura FC, in celebration of the 1000th post. You guys have been very welcoming to me, at a time when I didn't know if going into this whole fandom nonsense was a good idea or not. Many wishes for strong camaraderie and tons of smut in our future.
What I mean, is this
Kakashi awoke and could immediately identify the smell of freshly made eggs and toast. He also awoke to the throbbing of his temples and the acute urge to vomit.
So, he sat up, made a beeline to the toilet, and did just that.
As he sat there with his forehead on the-pink-toilet seat, and his knees on the tiles, he decided now would be as good a time as any to do some thinking as to what exactly he had done last night. In the corner of his eyes he spotted a familiar tan skirt and black bra hanging from the hook on the back of the bathroom door.
Oh, boy.
He decided quickly that thinking was too hard and he slumped forward, cheek resting against the wall next to the toilet. He rested one arm across the toilet paper dispenser and winced. This is how Sakura found him when she walked into the bathroom with two plates of eggs, toast, and coffee, perfectly balanced in her delicate hands. She was also naked, which, when Kakashi cracked open one eye to greet her, assisted his recovery process some.
“Good morning,” she chirped. “Breakfast? It’ll get that acidic taste out of your mouth.”
He rolled over, back against the wall. He thought he didn’t have the strength to eat, but the allure of fresh breakfast served by an attractive naked girl was hard to willingly resist.
“Mrphprefin,” he replied.
She placed the plate on his lap, closed the toilet lid, and placed his cup of coffee on its pink surface. Closing the bathroom door, she took a seat on the fluffy pink bath rug. They began to eat, chewing in silence.
“Feel a little better?” she asked after a bit of time.
It took him a moment to answer, his waking brain captivated by the freckles on her collarbone. He took a glorious sip of coffee. “Much. Thanks.”
“Oh, don’t mention it.”
There was a pause.
“You know, when we do this again, you’re going to be in charge of breakfast.”
Kakashi sputtered (which he was very embarrassed about--he was the feared Copy Ninja for crying out loud). “When. When we do this again,” he repeated, slowly.
Sakura nodded, unfazed. She nibbled a bit of toast.
Kakashi put his empty plate down next to him on the floor. “Define ‘this.’”
She finished chewing the last bit of eggs, tongue darting out against the fork (oh god, this is torture). “You don’t remember much, do you?”
He was about to respond when she climbed onto all fours and began to approach him, her arms tangling with his--oh crap, naked-legs.
“Well,” Sakura began, smoothing her hands over his thighs. “What I mean, is this.”
He swallowed as she ran her hands up and over the length of his arms. The soft pads of her fingers tickled, but it was no laughing matter as her breasts came into contact with his chest.
“And when we were like this.”
She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the edge of his collarbone. Her knees pushed against the inside of his thighs.
“And when I did this.”
He shuddered when one of those delicate hands closed around his cock.
“And when you did this.”
She took his hand and guided it between her strong thighs. His mouth dropped open and she pressed her lips against his.
He closed his eyes, the ache in his groin a torture. A really, really welcome torture.
“Well,” he mused, a bit out of breath. Her thumb pressed just like this, and his breath hitched. “I think it’d be fine if we did--oh fuck--if we did this again.”
She smiled against his mouth. “Good. I’d like bagels with cranberry tea.”
“Duly noted.”
- end -