Blame It All on Me. Part 1

Chapter 11. Shadows of the Past

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Author's note

This chapter contains a mildly erotic scene – if you are under 16 you should consider skipping that part. (I know it probably won't help - ara-ara - but I had to do it :D)

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When Kakashi kissed her again, Arina felt like the world has taken a swing and the stars above them fused into a single unending meteoric shower. She had no doubt that it would happen tonight. And this time she was not going to back off – no matter what he did going forward. She was ready.

As if in response to her thoughts, Kakashi, readjusting his mask, drew back a little and stroke his hand over her neck and shoulder, and then tentatively pulled down her lingerie dress, which she usually left on at night, slightly exposing her chest.

He was gazing into her eyes, and the girl was looking back – openly and trustingly. Seeing no objections, he slid his hand under the fabric and cupped her breast, pulling down the dress collar even more. Although, because of the slit, the dress slipped off without much effort. Arina providently got rid of the bandage beforehand.

This relatively ordinary, come to think of it, touch, almost blew Kakashi's mind. For some incomprehensible reason he felt like a boy who'd seized upon a girl's body for the first time ever.

Fully exposing the girl's breasts, Kakashi stopped involuntarily, taking in the magnificent view. Arina blushed slightly, noticing his appraising look. However, she had nothing to worry about – her breasts were ideal in his perception: not too large and yet not too small, neat and harmonious in shape. He once again cupped one of them, confirming to himself that it fitted just the right way in his palm – as if they were specifically designed for this.

He leaned in closer, pulled off his mask again and began, accompanied by the girls moans and sighs, to stroke and caress her, watching her reaction stealthily.

Arina, who at first buried her hands in Kakashi's hair, soon reached out and grabbed the fabric on his back, intending to finally pull off Kakashi's tank top. Noticing her actions, Kakashi smiled and paused. He readjusted the mask and looked up at the girl. She was gazing at him, biting her lip slightly. Her face was blushing and there was an expression of plead on it. Kakashi smiled even broader: she looked absolutely charming. He had a random thought of no longer hiding his face, but at that moment he did not want to distract her from what was, in his opinion, more important.

"Please, don't," he said gently. "Close your eyes. Relax and focus rather on what you feel."

"But..." Arina tried to object but she suddenly caught her breath: Kakashi's hand first ran over her thigh, exposing it, and then he sensuously glided with his palm already on the inner side of her thigh. Arina did not quite comprehend how he managed to do that: the touch, although almost at the limit, did not include the especially sensitive spots. And yet, she was overwhelmed with sensations. All she could do was let out a soft whimper, tilting her head back and pushing her hands against his shoulders.

"Come on, don't be so stubborn... you will enjoy it, I promise." Kakashi's quiet voice was velvety, enveloping, completely depriving of will.

Arina felt like her head was spinning again. Kakashi approached her face and rubbed gently with his cheek against hers, with this motion once more gradually lowering his mask.

"You could pierce me with that lightning of yours and I would still say 'thank you'," Arina managed to pant out after all, as she slid her palms under the fabric on his back, feeling the steel muscles shifting under his skin.