FanFiction.Net - unleash your imagination
| FanFiction.Net - unleash your imagination |
|
| Home Just In Communities Forums Beta Readers Dictionary Search | Login Register Extras |
I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters.
Orally Fixated Santa
For Wicked Innuendo
“Senpai, I didn’t see you there. I thought I’d grab a coffee and a magazine and laze about tonight,” her fingers slid over the covers of some of the glossy girly mags. She tried to look happy but at 22, she was already finding her nightlife had dwindled down to ‘the best way to please your man’ and ’50 ways to tell he’s lying’. So much to be desired from cheesy magazine articles these days.
“It’s Christmas eve, Sakura. You can’t sit in.”
“Well, since Naruto got engaged, and Sasuke got Ino pregnant I’m finding my options slim these days,” she smirked. Was she glad she dodged the baby bullet? He’d asked her when she was eighteen to help him restore the clan but in recent years she realized she wanted more that marriage and children. She smiled while she inwardly blamed Tsunade for it. There was lots of time for all that and she always though she’d have a great nightlife in her twenties if she didn’t settle down. But tonight she decided it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be as the Cosmo gripped in her fingers seemed to be her best friend lately, sadly even on Christmas eve.
“Well, we can’t have that. I’m heading to a party tonight. Why don’t you come?” He stood up from his slouch, tucking the book in his back pouch and pulled out a scrap of paper from his pocket. “Let me get a pen and I’ll write the address. Don’t worry there will be lots of people there that you know.”
“I don’t know Senpai, I’m sure everyone will be paired off and with people. I’ll feel funny going by myself,” she whined slightly. She didn’t want to go to a party and feel like the wet blanket standing in the corner nursing a drink. How many of Kakashi’s friends did she know? Maybe Asuma and Kurenai vaguely, but that was about it.
“I’ll be there early and if you’re uncomfortable we can pretend you’re my date.”
“WHAT?” she smirked.
“It’ll be fun. Think of the eyebrows we’d raise,” he laughed lightly, “Especially if you call me Sensei.”
She could hear him chuckling as he wrote the address down on the paper and forced it into her hand, “Promise you’ll come. If you don’t we’ll bring the party to your apartment.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll come,” she rolled her eyes in mock impatience then smiled. Although she had set her mind to lie around tonight, the prospect of a party was intriguing. She’d go, it was decided on the spot, why not take a chance and have some fun? The idea of being Kakashi’s date was weird, but the idea of meeting people and having a drink was too enticing to pass up for a boring night with ‘how to tell if he’s ready for marriage’.
Looking down at the paper as she headed to her apartment to get ready, she read the name and address on the scrap in her hand. “Shiranui Genma,” she mumbled. “That sounds familiar.”
Sakura stood shaking slightly from the cool night air, her bare shoulders shivering as the soft steam rose from her lips. The cold bottle of white wine was cradled against her body and she watched the light flood out of the small window at the top of the door.
As it swung open, the warmth from inside teased her goose pimpled skin under the spaghetti straps and her eyes rose to see the man blocking out the light.
“Heeelloooo!” His eyebrows rose as he surveyed the young woman standing on his doorstep. He looked over the curled and twisted roseate hair on the top of her head and the soft red dress she wore that showed her perfect tight waist while fanning out around the tops of her thighs. If she spun it would become a perfect circle, but would also expose her lace panties.
“Um, I’m Haruno Sakura. Kakashi gave me this address.” She seemed unsure of the place and couldn’t stop her eyes from looking over the tall ninja lazily leading against the doorframe. Her eyes were bulging, she knew it by the way he smirked but she couldn’t stop it. His black drawstring pants hung low and he wore an open red dress shirt with nothing underneath, his tight stomach displayed perfectly. The rippled six-pack led her eye down to the strong abdomen teasing her vision above the small white string protruding from his waistband.
His caramel hair was long, shoulder length and hung down under a red and white Santa hat. His smile was cocky and his chestnut eyes looked her over too, a straight piece of candy cane perched between his wide smile.
“Hi Sakura, come on in. Kakashi’s at the back.” He stepped aside and let her enter while taking the bottle from her shivering arms. “Can I open this for you?”
“Um sure.” Sakura scanned the room for her old Sensei until she felt a warm arm slide around her shoulders.
“I’ll take you over to him,” the smooth voice drifted into her ears amid the loud music and the stomp of dancing feet. She wasn’t sure who he was and she tingled from the contact. Damn, it was a long time since a man put his arm around her.
Sakura looked around the expansive room, she was actually in awe of the size and scope of it. It seemed that there was a large area that she was on that surrounded a lower area. There were garland, mistletoe and Christmas lights all around as well as a huge countertop filled with every different colored bottle of liquor that you could imagine. Large metal tubs filled with ice lined one wall and there seemed to be a numerous amount of drinks there too. It was well planned and the largest party she’d ever seen. At least fifty people moved in the upper area or bounced on the lower floor to the loud music that made Sakura want to dance too…well, maybe after a drink.
“Senpai!” she said as they approached the lazy copy-nin holding a glass of something dark and strong. He stood in the corner with some other ninjas whom Sakura recognized from around the village. His vest had been discarded for the night and he wore only the dark shirt and his headband. It was rare, but tonight he exposed his face too which he tended to do once in a while in a social setting such as a party.
Kakashi leaned down near her ear, feigning giving her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, “call me Kakashi.”
She smiled and nodded as she felt Santa ninja’s arm disengage from her shoulders.
“Kakashi, I found this young woman at my door looking for you and it seems she’s drinkless so I’ll be right back.”
“Ah, Sakura this is Shiranui Genma, it’s his party.” Kakashi smiled widely as he slid his arm around his former student, the alcohol apparent on his breath.
Sakura smiled at the well-dressed orally fixated ninja slash Santa as he grinned back at her. “Hi Genma, hope you don’t mind me crashing your party.”
“Of course not. I’ll be right back with your drink,” and he winked at her.
Sakura watched him turn and walk away before admiring what an attractive smile he had. “Sen…Kakashi, I don’t think I’ve met him before. Who is he?”
“Um, you might remember, he officiated the Chunnin matches the year of the war. I guess it was ten years ago. He’s a special Jounin and an ANBU captain. He’s also got the best place to be on Christmas Eve.”
“He does this regularly?”
“Yeah, yearly. You’ll have to make it part of your Christmas traditions now.” The silver haired Jounin took another sip of his drink before spinning her slightly to his companions.
“Haruno Sakura, this is Raido, and you know Asuma and Gai.”
Sakura nodded to them and smiled.
“Sakura, glad you could make it out.” Asuma grinned, the lit cigarette dangled between his lips. “Are you here alone or did you come with someone?”
Strangely Sakura saw three sets of eyebrows raise to this question and began to think that there were more and more desperate men in Konoha than she had ever thought.
“Um, I didn’t…”
“I invited her.” Kakashi piped in and the three men all opened their mouths collectively saying “oh.” Sakura immediately sensed that Kakashi was warning them off her and laughed a little at his protectiveness.
“Here you go” Genma had returned and slipped a drink into Sakura’s hand. It wasn’t the wine she brought and she looked at him, a puzzled expression.
“It’s eggnog with rum. Trust me, you’ll like it. It’s a tradition here that everyone has my special eggnog.” He smiled widely, the candy cane still perched there. Sakura couldn’t imagine having a candy cane in her mouth that long without crunching it.
Sipping the concoction slowly, she decided she did like it and smiled at him. Genma grinned back and she swore she saw his warm eyes check more than her face.
“Alright then, back to hosting. If you’d like anything else, Sakura, anything at all, I’ll be at the bar.”
“Thanks, Santa,” she grinned. He smiled again in a way she found exceptionally attractive and his eyes lingered a little longer on her than would be normal. Was she flirting with him? Oh god, she was. It had been ages since she flirted or had someone flirt with her. But all in all, she figured she could do worse as she watched him strut calmly back towards the bar through the crowd.
Turning back to smile at a partially inebriated Kakashi, she was glad she came. Already she was having more fun than coffee and ‘Style for the Young Kunoichi’ would account for.
As the party wore on, she found some other people to talk with, Neji, Tenten, Kiba and Shikamaru had happened by also. She made her way to the dance floor a few times as well as meeting a great number of people there she didn’t previously know.
The music drummed loudly in her ears but it was grand to feel the warm tingle of alcohol and the happily dwindling inhibitions it produced. Finally strutting to the bar, she found Genma serving drinks and having a ball talking with the people standing near him. She leaned over the mahogany counter and smiled when his complete attention turned to her, mid sentence. He leaned on the bar close to her so that their faces were level.
“What can I get you?” he smiled, the candy cane still dangling, a grand testament to his mouth obsession.
“How about rum and coke?” she strained above the music.
“Coming right up.” He winked as he quickly pulled out the two mixtures and filled a glass. “Here ya go, sweetheart.”
“Thanks,” she smiled back, the intoxication soothed her body and made her enjoy his small flirtations. The candy cane became a small mystery to her. It couldn’t possibly be the same one as earlier. He leaned again and they continued to smile at each other, flirting with him was fun she decided.
“Genma….Genma…” a voice called from beside him.
‘Gotta go, “he said quietly, “but don’t go too far and I’ll catch up with you.”
He turned around to see to more drinks and Sakura shook her head in wonderment.
“Why does he have that thing in his mouth?” she said out loud, the large playful crease of her lips was obvious.
“He’s got an oral fixation of some sort. There is something perpetually in his mouth.”
Sakura spun to see Kurenai standing next to the bar with Anko, her dark locks pulled up in a pony tail and her voracious red eyes curving with her intoxicated smile. She waved the young kunoichi over to her and bent close to talk to her through the noise as she approached.
“He loves to have things in his mouth,” the tall brunette smirked.
“I once saw him take twenty minutes to eat a piece of chocolate. The man is gifted.” Anko drawled, her red cheeks glowered her inebriation, but she was jovial all the same.
The two women laughed at the look on the kunoichi’s face as she tried not to seem so puzzled by their comments.
“Oh, Sakura, you are so innocent.” Kurenai laughed.
“I’m sorry, I don’t follow you.” The pink haired ingenuous raised her eyebrows with perplexity.
“He’s good with his tongue, Sakura.” Anko spilled out bluntly. “Let him kiss you and find out.”
“What?”
“We saw him flirting with you. Let him kiss you, it will knock your stilettos off.” Kurenai laughed again.
“It seems to me that he is into a lot of women here. I’m not one to get in line.” Sakura scoffed a little.
“Listen, he’s a good guy. Don’t get the wrong impression. He’s flirty but he’s picky. Tell you what, why don’t we play a game. Winner gets first try with Genma, losers gets to kiss…um…Gai.” Anko grinned.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Sakura waved her hands against it. “What do you mean, first try?”
“That’s excellent Anko. How do we win though?” the brunette teetered slightly as she clasped onto Sakura’s shoulder for balance.
“First try means even if you get the candy cane, it doesn’t mean he’ll be interested in you. Like we said, he’s picky. He may seem flirty but he was in a long relationship until about six months ago and hasn’t dated since. Many a kunoichi has tried to get him past it but he’s been less than interested. Oh, I know, whoever can get the candy cane out of his mouth wins and trust me, it won’t be easy.”
“I’m in.” Kurenai grinned drunkenly at the young woman’s nervous look. “Sakura, it’s just a candy cane, we aren’t daring you to sleep with him.”
She could see the timid look on Sakura’s face but it changed to interest shortly after.
“Alright,” she conceded, it was just a candy cane, and there was no agreement that she even had to kiss him. It might be fun and Genma seemed like good sport, not to mention about the best looking man there. She supposed her target could be worse.
“Ok, it’s 10:00 now, the one who can take it out of his mouth by midnight wins. The other two have to plant a big smooch on Gai’s lips."
Everyone agreed and as scary as kissing Gai sounded, Sakura didn’t feel too confident. If he clung to his object of oral manipulation as the two women mentioned, it would not be so easy, not to mention that Kakashi seemed to be keeping an eye on the men hitting on her.
Two hours to get it.
After their agreement, Sakura moved near Kakashi again to see the wobbly jounin leaning in a way that told Sakura he was feeling pretty damn good. “Kakashi, are you alright?”
“There you are. You disappeared then I saw you near Anko. Do me a favor Sakura and don’t let her rub off on you,” he laughed.
“Hm, too late,” she mumbled. “Um, Kakashi, tell me about Genma, how’d he get a place this big?”
“It was his family’s. They were killed years ago in the war with Stone. He’s the last Shiranui. He inherited this place; it used to be a meeting hall for delegates from other villages until the great hall was erected. Now it’s his home and he has this party once a year.” Kakashi found a couch on the lower floor and slumped down slightly.
“Oh, I didn’t know. What does he do on Christmas Day?”
“Well, a bunch of us in the same situation usually stay and help clean up before going home to sleep it off. Genma’s a good guy. He’ll back you up in any situation and always stands by his friends. The ladies seem to like him too.” Kakashi’s smirk was telling and Sakura could see what he was getting at.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughed.
“No reason,” he chuckled, “Hey, look at Anko, what the hell is she doing?”
Sakura turned just in time to see Anko bumping another woman on the dance floor away from the tall caramel haired object of their game. They both laughed at what a spectacle she was making of herself and Sakura felt a little more confident than before. At least Anko didn’t have chance of winning. Looking over towards Gai, she could see him trying to be unobvious while scratching at the inside of his nose and then examining his finger.
Sakura dry heaved once then motioned to Kakashi that she was going to go, her ambition to win encouraged ten fold.
As the night wore on, the two older women made a few good attempts. Anko pinched his behind and made a running leap at it once. Kurenai had been intelligent enough to just ask for it, and when that didn’t work she made a seductive attempt to kiss him. He must be on to them by now, especially with Anko’s obviousness, Sakura thought. All in all they failed and as she watched the clock she understood that the countdown had begun. 11:42.
Downing another drink quickly to steel her courage, she sauntered around the room looking for him. It was now or never. Kakashi was on the other side of the party ready to topple over and as she peered beside him, the drunken form of slobbering, teeth flashing Gai spurred her to make her best try.
Where was he?
Finally nearing the bar, she heard a voice drift over, it was smooth and playful and the flag for her target. She could see him sitting in a chair looking comfortable and taking a rest from the night’s enjoyment. His shirt still hung open, the Santa hat pushed up on his forehead and of course the peppermint striped candy stick ever present between his soft lips.
“Come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want,” he tapped his knee jovially.
Was he talking to her? Not really, just to a group of women nearby who giggled and enjoyed his advances although they all looked like they wanted to oblige his offer but couldn’t figure out who was allowed to go first. Sakura decided it was her opportunity. She glanced sideways at Kurenai and Anko watching her with anticipated looks and then made sure Kakashi was out of pouncing range.
Sliding over to him, Sakura moved between his open legs, and sat down on one side, her fingers plying his shirt as her shapely bare legs crossed comfortably revealing her tight thigh.
“Sakura!” he seemed surprised and quickly looked around for Kakashi before letting his attention rest back on the young woman on his lap. Grinning devilishly in realization, the candy cane shorter but still there, he remarked softly, “Tell me what you want, sweetheart, and I’ll give it to you.” His forearm lay across her crossed knees gently.
Watching her bend low to his ear, Kurenai and Anko observed her whispering to him, as her hand slid along his jaw and teased at the hair poking out from under the Santa hat. In a moment of sheer surprise, Genma’s mouth opened and the candy cane dropped out. Being a kunoichi and well trained, Sakura caught it easily and then smiled widely as she slipped it into her own mouth. With a measure of relief and a tingle of excitement, she stood up and walked away from the stunned Jounin.
Genma was still in shock, his chestnut eyes wide and his mouth now strangely devoid of any object, remained slightly open.
“What did you say?” Anko growled as Sakura sauntered over, her hips making her dress sway with each step and her fingers touching the end of the candy cane.
“If I told you, then you’d use it next time,” the inebriated roseate haired woman giggled.
Kurenai and Anko looked at each other, they understood they had been bested in their competition and eventually would have to make their way towards Gai. Sakura laughed at what would happen next as she crunched lightly on the candy cane while watching the two women fulfill their end of the game. She stood for a moment relishing her small victory, the taste of peppermint and rum on her tongue.
Almost forgetting what had just happened, the shock of a warm hand on her waist made her jump slightly as a voice whispered in her ear, “You can’t just say something like that and then walk away.”
Spinning to face him, she smiled with his candy cane still perched in her lips. “Are you just trying to get your candy cane back?” she smirked.
“Well, a taste of it anyway.”
Her knees shook slightly as the words sent a shiver down her back. It was decision time, he was actually coming on to her and she wasn’t exactly opposed.
“I told you I’d get you what you wanted if you asked. It sounded like a request you made to me just then and I never back down on my word.” His chestnut eyes looked at her with some measure of intensity conveying his interest in fulfilling what she asked of him.
“I was told you were picky about women. I thought I might not be your type.”
“Intelligent, mature, interesting, I think that handles most of the checklist,” not to mention gorgeous but he’d never say it out loud. If Genma was one thing it was not outwardly shallow, inwardly was another story. “I could tell Anko and Kurenai were playing a game with me, I figured you might be in on it. If you are, just say so and I’ll get back to the bar.”
“Um, well, yes and no. Did I get roped in their game? Yes. Is that my only intention for sitting on your lap? No.” she looked around for Kakashi before making her move. “I’m counting on you to give me my present, Santa.”
His eye widened slightly at her boldness, then creased with his smile before grasping her hand and tugging her through the crowd carefully avoiding the silver haired sharingan user. Making their way to a back room, Sakura allowed him to lead her through a door before he shut out the noise of the party. Only a distant hum of voices and music sounded through the walls.
Sakura moved next to the closed door and leaned against the wall as he smiled at her. Stepping in front of the twenty two year old, he put one hand on the wall next to her head and inched closer to her before slipping the candy cane from her lips with his other.
Gently and tenderly bringing his face close to hers until she could feel his breath, he pressed his soft lips to hers. It was slow and gradual and he gave her ample opportunity to object to more, but she didn’t. After what Anko and Kurenai had said, she was sort of in the mood to have her stilettos knocked off.
Slipping her fingers into the back of his hair under the Santa hat, she displayed her interest very plainly in having one of those gifted kisses that the women seemed willing to do anything to get. Obligingly, Genma moved in for more and pulling her close to him with a strong hand on her lower back, he pressed his lips to hers again, this time making sure she felt it.
His warm tongue swept into her mouth, gently encouraging hers and making her moan with each movement. He is gifted, she sighed inwardly, as she became enrapt with the sensations of his strong hands and hot kiss. The passion in his lips and the tease of his tongue against hers was enough to drive her to do things that were not normal for her.
Breaking it finally, he smirked as he put the candy cane back among her lips. “Should we get back to the party?”
“Are you in a hurry?” she whispered as she watched his lips, craving more of his intoxicating kisses.
“Not really.”
Gently pushing him away from her, she moved over to his neatly made bed and sat down patting the material next to her. He sauntered slowly up beside her and instead of sitting beside her, got on his knees so that he sat a little lower than her.
With delicate butterfly kisses, he traced her collarbone while running his finger under her spaghetti strap, making her skin tingle. He didn’t pull it off but seemed to know just how to make a woman feel good with simple touches. His warm breath tickled her bare neck before his tongue teased the area, his lips nipping lightly.
It felt so good; Sakura felt she could easily get lost in it letting her inhibitions play out beyond what she would ever think to do. Make it last, her mind told her, and enjoy the rarity of a skilled man who was showing interest in her.
As his lips reached hers again, she flipped her red shoes off and gave in.
Genma, It’s been a long time since a man held me. I haven’t been kissed in two years and I’ve been told that you are the best. I’ve been a damn good girl this year and I have to say I’m tired of it. I’m hoping you can help me be a little bad tonight; actually I’m counting on it, Santa.
Did he ever expect those words to come out of this innocent girl’s mouth? Never. If he had to bet his life on it, he’d be dead now. Thank heaven he didn’t because he was enjoying this more than he imagined. Watching the slow writhing of someone waking up, he admired that soft skin at her shoulders and followed the line of her red dress to her bare feet. How long had it been since he just enjoyed someone’s company and talked amid playful kisses? Too long. Did sex cross his mind? Of course, but could he rush things like that with this woman, absolutely not. He wasn’t a boy, he craved companionship more than sex, and he thought that she just may be the one he’d been waiting for.
Slowly her jade eyes opened onto the strange bedroom and then focused on the fully clothed man lying beside her, devoid only of his Santa hat and the ubiquitous object in his mouth.
“Good morning,” he whispered, “I’m glad you’re still here.”
“Good morning,” she hummed with a grin, “What time is it? I have to go see my parents today for an early Christmas dinner.” Sakura sat up slowly and looked at the clock, the half eaten piece of candy cane still sat there where he had set it down previously. “I should get going.”
Slipping to the end of the bed, she dug her feet into her high heeled shoes and then turned back to look at him, reclining slightly against a propped up pillow.
“I really enjoyed myself last night,” she remarked softly.
“Me too. What do you say we do it again? Soon.” He got up and moved down the bed to kiss her again and she tipped her head, willingly participating.
“I’d like that. Um…free tonight?” she bit her lip.
“Yep. Why don’t you come by after Christmas dinner and you can see this place the way it’s supposed to look,” He smiled but it wasn’t cocky, just friendly and a little bit alluring.
Finally she stood up and he with her. Giving him one last kiss before she made her way out, she was stopped at the door by his voice.
“You forgot something,” he laughed, as he grabbed the Santa hat he wore the previous night and put it over her petal colored locks. He held up the candy cane, still want this? It’s your prize isn’t it?
Taking it with a big grin she slipped it into her mouth and slowly walked out of his bedroom watching him the whole time.
Kakashi could hear something, a clicking noise that roused him from the soft couch he passed out on the night before. Sitting up quickly, but grabbing his sore head in the process, he looked around to the upper level and watched a pair of red high heel shoes walk past him.
“Good morning, Senpai” the light voice sing- songed as the heels made their way to the front door. He managed to see her turn and give him a small wave, then wink at someone across the room, a piece of candy cane perched between her lips and a familiar Santa hat on her head.
As the front door clicked shut, Kakashi turned to see Genma leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, the glazed and happy look still on his smirking face.
“Genma” Kakashi’s tone was strange and Genma looked down at his stern face.
From outside Sakura could hear the crash of things as she walked away towards her own apartment. She decided finally after an amazing night of talk and toe curling kisses, she would finally and once and for all, burn that damn magazine collection.
Santa finally brought her a gift worth unwrapping.
Thanks for reading.