Story 5

Prompt: Playing footsie while reading – JesterOfSpades39
Rating: T

She was playing dirty. Despite that, Kakashi found himself smirking at the foot brushing along his leg.

It was risky.

They were supposed to be keeping their relationship a secret. Not because they were ashamed or feared the reaction of others. It was simply because they wanted to test the waters, to see where it went before everyone else became involved, before the relationship was no longer just theirs. Surprisingly, it had been Sakura's idea. Apparently, she'd seen one too many relationships that'd been destroyed by gossipers.

It was still the early stages, the awkward stages. They'd been together sexually, but other than that, they weren't entirely sure how to act with one another and their most memorable date was a picnic not too far from the training grounds. Due to keeping their relationship a secret, they couldn't be seen together on dates, meaning they either had dinner over at one of their homes or away from the village altogether. Neither of them complained, but he knew she was secretly eagerly awaiting the day when they made their relationship public knowledge. How did he know? He felt the same way.

With every date and with every time they were intimate, he, Hatake Kakashi, found himself becoming more open to the idea of making their relationship serious, with settling down.

So why didn't they do it already? Why didn't they simply throw caution to the wayside and get on with it? Perhaps it was cowardly of him, but he didn't want to ruin what they had, what was growing so steadily, so perfectly, between them. Maybe pessimistic was a better choice of word, actually.

"How was your mission, Kakashi-sensei?"

How she could look and sound so innocent was beyond him. For as long as Kakashi had known her – which was edging onto twelve, maybe thirteen years now – Sakura had been a terrible actress and an even worse liar. However, in that moment, nobody suspected a thing. Hell, he himself wouldn't have suspected a thing had her foot not been sneakily brushing against his leg.

It was risky because they were seated in a library. Even riskier because there were so many people there that day, mainly children from The Academy and their sensei. Hell, Kakashi was certain he'd just seen Hyuuga Hinata and Hanabi entering, shortly followed by Sai, who fortunately didn't notice them. All were seemingly oblivious to the fact Sakura's foot was sliding higher and higher, teasing her poor old sensei mercilessly.

"Dull," he replied evenly, not sparing her a glance as he turned a page in his book. Had to keep it cool, didn't he? Not so much for the sake of the others in the library, but because Kakashi couldn't let her know how much she affected him. Couldn't give her anything to use against him. "Only a-ranked."

"Only?" she exclaimed, then laughed. "Do you know how long Naruto's been bugging Tsunade-shishou for anything above c-ranked?"

Her head fell into her hand but still, that gentle pressure didn't let up. Although he didn't show it, Kakashi found himself growing distracted, found himself focusing intently on her ministrations, especially when that foot reached his knee. Shit, would it go higher? Did he want it to go higher?

They'd had sex before – well, Sakura preferred to call it being intimate, or even making love. Why, he wasn't entirely sure (probably because she was a hopeless romantic). Their sex wasn't always sweet and romantic, as she'd proven earlier that day when he returned from his mission, waiting (naked, might he add) in his bed after hearing the news from Tsunade, wanting to make up for the month he'd been away. Tsunade wouldn't be thrilled that he'd yet to report – even now, five hours after returning, he'd yet to see her – but what could he say? He was–

Kakashi swallowed hard as delicate toes somewhat cupped him through his pants, charcoal eyes meeting mesmerising green.

He was infatuated.

Completely and utterly infatuated.

There was a playful look in her eyes, one only he could see, apparently. How that was possible when she was wearing one of her most sultry expressions, lips pulling up at the corners, he'd never know. Then again, everything else about her was innocent enough, he decided, once again glancing at her over his book. He'd long since lost interest in the words, especially as her ministrations had him shifting slightly in his seat, legs parting a little further to give her easier access.

How the hell could she continue to read that medical textbook? His precious Icha Icha was forgotten about completely, even though he continued to keep up his lie of not being affected by her, pretending that he was still reading. The words did nothing to help his situation, however. Just glimpsing at them-

"What's wrong, Sensei?" He looked up to find Sakura was watching him from beneath her lashes, hair shielding her expression from others. "You're so tense."

Tense, huh? "No idea what you're talking about," he teased in return, turning another page. Unlike Sakura, his acting skills had always been great, so despite the fact he was now sporting an erection that was soon to grow painful should it be left alone, he kept up his act, smiling at her. "You should worry about yourself, Sakura-chan. It seems you may have restless leg syndrome."

Green eyes warmed, her smirk taking over before she had the chance to hide it. "No idea what you're talking about," she repeated his words.

"Oh?" The word was dragged out, sounding somewhat like a sigh.

She bit her lip, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. It was a look he'd never been able to resist before and Sakura knew that. Once more, her foot returned to its teasing, this time stroking him through his pants.

"Seems like you're in a bit of a situation there," she murmured, expression downright sinful. Gods, the things he wanted to do to her in that moment.

She was going to be the death of him. Composure finally slipping, he gripped his book, willing himself to gain control of his body. Letting her win… wasn't an option.

But that plan was completely blown out of his mind when she leaned across the table, exposing a wonderful amount of cleavage to him, eyes half lidded as she whispered, "Back of the library. Five minutes."

He could only nod dumbly, watching her go on ahead.

A/N - Sorry that took so long!