Stripped Bare (kakashiXsakura)

chapter 14

Pounding music, flashing lights, the smell of sweat and alcohol. The whole club scene was getting a little monotonous in Kakashi's opinion and he was fairly certain that upon returning to Konoha, he wouldn't be spending much of his time inside any of the local bars any time soon. Genma was going to be disappointed to lose his wingman for a while, but his drinking buddy was smooth enough to score without Kakashi's help most of the time anyway.

The first group of dancers were nearly finished with their set, and he figured Sakura would be out at the start of the next song. He swirled the ice around in his glass and gazed into the amber liquid.

Sakura…just her name brought such an overwhelming jumble of emotions that he was tempted to shove it all away and not deal with any of it, but even if he attempted to shut it out, the guilt continued to gnaw at him like a tiny, ravenous creature. He had touched her in a way no teacher should touch his student, even after he swore to himself numerous times that he would never touch her again, but despite it all, it had gone way too far this time. He supposed he should be thankful Sakura interrupted him and ran off because who knew what foolish thing he would have done, and yet, the fact that she hadn't stopped him sooner made unwanted thoughts bubble in the back of his mind.

She had liked it, for no woman could fake those kind of moans, and he wasn't even sure if Sakura would know how to anyway, but that wasn't surprising considering her lack of experience. She had liked it because she didn't know any better, because she had never had anything else. If she had, she would have known she deserved better than to be felt up by her teacher who couldn't keep his hands to himself. And yet, the way she had moaned for him, whimpered his name, made him hope that she would seek him out for more, even though if she did, he had to somehow find the strength to turn her down. He would not touch her again. He couldn't.

He was in over his head with her and he couldn't understand why. No woman had pulled him in like this, not even the experienced ones with all their practiced charm, but maybe that was why he was drawn to his student. She was so wonderfully different, so naïve despite all the battles she had fought and blood she had shed. There had been wonderment in her voice, a sense of awe that only the most inexperienced women had during sex. He had been with enough of them to recognize it but never had he been so turned on by it, knowing that he was the first to touch them, and never had he hated himself more for it.

She was not his and never would be, and frankly, he was surprised he was thinking about staking a claim at all. Kakashi Hatake was not one to get tied down and never had been, but in all his mixed up emotions, jealousy was among them, burning a little brighter every time she stripped in front of all these strangers. He wanted to cover her and steal her away so the view of her body was his alone. He wasn't sure when he had started feeling this, because he had been refusing to examine all emotions regarding his student, afraid of what he might find, but now his jealousy had become too big to ignore and honestly, he was at a loss. Nothing he felt made sense anymore and when his usually sharp mind couldn't tackle it, he was inclined to sweep it all into the far recesses of his mind. It usually worked with other women, because he forgot about them easily and never saw them again. He wouldn't be so lucky with Sakura. There would be no escaping her, even when they returned home.

The music ended and a new beat started and with it, came the second set of dancers. Kakashi scanned the raised platforms for pink hair but found nothing but blonde, brunette and red.

Where was she? Had she decided to take the night off? Was she sick? Or had the reality of what she had done with him earlier that afternoon finally caught up with her? He wouldn't blame her for needing a night to herself. If their yellow eyed target did happen to show up, Kakashi could always back him into a corner and do some interrogating of his own, although his methods wouldn't be nearly as subtle or pleasurable as his partner's. He just found it odd that she hadn't even sent him a text before hand to let him know. He hadn't heard from her since she ran out of his room in a panic and he sincerely hoped she had made it back ok.