I improv, yo!
But realy, I don't. So it sucks. Yeah. For des_butterfly's Kakashi Smut Thread, which I procrastinated on and ended up missing Kakashi's birthday altogether. So now it's a birthday snippet for Des. Happy birthday, Des, may cakes and presents shower upon you! ♥
"You know, Sakura," said Kakashi, evidently amused. "If you don't want this, you shouldn't have asked."
Something about the low timbre in his voice sent a jolt of pine-needle tingle up the length of Sakura's spine. She shivered and squirmed a little in her seat, helpless to hide her mounting excitement.
"It's not very fair of you to purposely misunderstand my request," she said defiantly.
There was a light somewhere above her head; she could faintly discern its cold glow through the dark film over her eyes. The fabric was surprisingly soft to the touch, and didn't chafe her skin. Its bottom edge skirted the tip of her nose, and if she inhaled really deeply...
Yes, the cloth smelled like Kakashi.
Her teacher was speaking again. "I think I understood perfectly well. You said you wanted me to take this off..."
"I said I wanted to see your face," Sakura countered heatedly. "I didn't mean..."
"Yes," cut in Kakashi. "But don't you agree it's much better this way?"
Sakura felt hands suddenly descend upon her folded knees. They moved slowly up her thighs, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt, the long fingers drumming softly on her bare skin. Beads of sweat were collecting at her temples, matting her hair. She tried freeing her tied wrists, but came against some sort of complicated knot. Who knew silk scarves could be so resilient?
One wandering finger found its way beneath the elastic band of her panties. The sudden sensation sent another shockwave through Sakura's body. Her nipples were hardening painfully against the tight fabric of her shirt...
"Oh, what do we have here?" said Kakashi, feigning surprise. "I suppose I should take care of that, hmm?"
"Yes," answered Sakura, unable to keep the huskiness out of her voice. "I suppose you should..."
The metallic sound of a zipper being undone had never seemed so amplified to Sakura. Without her vision, every other sensation was suddenly enhanced, coming through in tenfold strength. She gasped when the shock of cold air hit her bared breasts.
"Just a moment," Kakashi murmurred, and then hot lips were closing over one of her breasts, kissing the swell and suckling slightly on the stiffened nipple. Kakashi's tongue (wet - it was wet) curved around the underside, lingering, and then flicked across the sensitive tip.
Sakura moaned, and writhed weakly against the back of the chair. Mumbled something incoherent under her quickened breath.
Kakashi laughed softly around her breast. "I'm not sure I heard that properly."
She swallowed hard. "Happy birthday, Kakashi-sensei."
"Good girl," was the short reply, and then his mouth was on her again.
"You know, Sakura," said Kakashi, evidently amused. "If you don't want this, you shouldn't have asked."
Something about the low timbre in his voice sent a jolt of pine-needle tingle up the length of Sakura's spine. She shivered and squirmed a little in her seat, helpless to hide her mounting excitement.
"It's not very fair of you to purposely misunderstand my request," she said defiantly.
There was a light somewhere above her head; she could faintly discern its cold glow through the dark film over her eyes. The fabric was surprisingly soft to the touch, and didn't chafe her skin. Its bottom edge skirted the tip of her nose, and if she inhaled really deeply...
Yes, the cloth smelled like Kakashi.
Her teacher was speaking again. "I think I understood perfectly well. You said you wanted me to take this off..."
"I said I wanted to see your face," Sakura countered heatedly. "I didn't mean..."
"Yes," cut in Kakashi. "But don't you agree it's much better this way?"
Sakura felt hands suddenly descend upon her folded knees. They moved slowly up her thighs, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt, the long fingers drumming softly on her bare skin. Beads of sweat were collecting at her temples, matting her hair. She tried freeing her tied wrists, but came against some sort of complicated knot. Who knew silk scarves could be so resilient?
One wandering finger found its way beneath the elastic band of her panties. The sudden sensation sent another shockwave through Sakura's body. Her nipples were hardening painfully against the tight fabric of her shirt...
"Oh, what do we have here?" said Kakashi, feigning surprise. "I suppose I should take care of that, hmm?"
"Yes," answered Sakura, unable to keep the huskiness out of her voice. "I suppose you should..."
The metallic sound of a zipper being undone had never seemed so amplified to Sakura. Without her vision, every other sensation was suddenly enhanced, coming through in tenfold strength. She gasped when the shock of cold air hit her bared breasts.
"Just a moment," Kakashi murmurred, and then hot lips were closing over one of her breasts, kissing the swell and suckling slightly on the stiffened nipple. Kakashi's tongue (wet - it was wet) curved around the underside, lingering, and then flicked across the sensitive tip.
Sakura moaned, and writhed weakly against the back of the chair. Mumbled something incoherent under her quickened breath.
Kakashi laughed softly around her breast. "I'm not sure I heard that properly."
She swallowed hard. "Happy birthday, Kakashi-sensei."
"Good girl," was the short reply, and then his mouth was on her again.