Falling for Temptation (A Kakashi Hatake story) Naruto fanfic

Chapter 13: Flush

Her shoulders shook, and he could feel her trembling body against his. The soft body and warm skin pressed against his own left him breathless and his heart ached with each heart-wrenching sob and rear that soaked through his shirt. Kakashi panicked at first but then, even though he was hesitant he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back trying to be as gentle and soothing as possible, similar to the way she had comforted the crying Naruto.

"I- ugh! I just-" but she couldn't finish a sentence without sobs wracking her and soon enough just cried and continued to weep. Her cries, the sounds of pain elicited were more painful than the sight of tears.

'It sounds so sad, almost painful. Torturous even.'

She had cried herself to sleep in his arms and in his bed. At first, Kakashi laid her down and tried to pull away but she refused to release him. Clinging to him even in her half-conscious state, like a koala bear on a silver tree.  So, he laid both of them on his bed. Her head nestled between his arm and chest. Before he too could fall asleep she began to toss and her arms tried to push him away, now loose from their embrace.

Kakashi didn't let her go this time and kept his hold on her, albeit loosely. Her expression crumpled into one that expressed discomfort to such a degree she was whimpering as she pounded her fists weakly against his chest. "Ai. Ai, wake up!" He tried to shake her awake but she wouldn't and after a few moments, she went back to a more peaceful sleep and snuggled against him. Kakashi sighed, wiping the sweat trickling down her forehead.

He kissed the top of her head and whispered a promise. "You're safe now. I'm here. I'll always be by your side, from now on." Later on in the night, Ai stirred. She blinked twice then thrice and tried to blink the sleepiness away. A yawn paused as she realized what position she was in. Caged in his arms, feeling his firm chest through the thin muscle tee. Her stretching was stopped midway just as her breasts had pressed against his chest. Slowly, blood rushing to her cheeks, she tried to distance herself.

'Fuck! I didn't think I'd wake up to this! And to think that I cried. Really cried, I'm losing my edge.'

Against her wishes, her body felt hot. The heat welled up in her core and her breathing became erratic. As she struggled to move out of his hold with as little movement as possible, she stopped.

'He's really handsome. Now that I think about it. The tense lines on his face are gone, and his pained eye is closed. Hmm..I wonder...'

Slowly, the tips of her fingers reached the top of his mask ready to peel it off and reveal his face. 'I can feel my fingers tingling.'

She swallowed, breathing shallowly as the anticipation began to burn into her. The tips of her fingers touched the soft, elastic cloth and just when she was about to pull it off his hand shot up and grabbed her wrist. His hold was strong as if he'd been actively trying to crush the bones of her wrist. Her eyes widened, and her feet were tangled in the blankets.

'What's happening? His eyes are closed? Is he doing this in his sleep?'

Before she could properly process what had been happening, his other hand grabbed her throat and began to squeeze. Her air supply was quickly cut off.  Her lungs were on fire, his fingers wrapped around her throat and applied more and more pressure, she could feel her consciousness beginning to fade, and black spots appeared in her vision. She resisted and struggled but his grip only became stronger, the bursting pain from her broken wrist was overlapped by the blurring vision.

Her body moved instinctively, a thin chakra-imbued thread began to slink through his throat but realizing she was about to cut his head off, she pulled the thread away.