This is just a little Xmas pressie for 360round (yes I know its very late- I'm sorry!!) because she loves Itachi

Disclaimer: Soon my friends, soon all this will belong to me! cue evil laughter

Because Sex in the Toilets is Just So Cliché

This isn't how you expected to end the evening, sitting in a hotel room, with a perfect (really perfect) stranger sitting at your side. Hell, all you know is the guy's name and you're not even sure that's real. I mean, what kind of name is Itachi anyway?

"Japanese," a husky voice informs you. You blush slightly because you hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"Oh. It's nice," you come up short and you can see the brunet smirking smugly. You're feeling a bit shy and more than a little awkward, so you scowl faintly. What had happened to that cool, confident woman who had suggested that they should find somewhere a little more private because 'sex in the toilets was just so cliché'? Oh yeah, that was right. She'd disappeared around the same time as the alcohol haze.

Now all that was left was you… and a sex god.

Well fuck that.

You reach over to the expensive bottle of wine your partner had purchased in the hotel bar, and fill two glasses. Itachi (if that's what he's going to call himself) takes the glass closest to him with an elegant nod of thanks, and sips delicately. You find yourself staring as ruby red lips wrap around the rim of his glass and smooth claret liquid slips sensually past them. His adam apple bobs gently, drawing attention to a pale neck that you have a strange urge to bite.

You drag your eyes away from the tempting sight and stare down at the wine you're swirling in your glass. Deciding it has had enough time to air you sip a generous mouthful….and wow. Ok, so maybe your previous presumption that all expensive wines are over-priced is terribly wrong.

"Good?" that dark voice asks again.

"Hmmm," you hum your appreciation around another drink and Itachi smirks sexily.

Needless to say, the wine doesn't last long.

You watch as your partner finishes the last of the bottle. He's draped in his chair, legs stretched long and crossed gracefully at the ankles. His head is leaning against the back of his armchair, displaying that smooth elegant neck; all that pale, perfect skin. He tips the last of the wine past crimson lips, swallowing gently…

…Ok, why the hell aren't you in bed with him yet? All this nonsense of waiting for the man to make the first move is wasting valuable time.

You watch as he places his glass on the coffee table, and, because you don't want to have to pay for broken goods, you wait for it to be safely positioned before making your move. You push yourself up from your chair and position yourself in his lap, your hands buried in his hair and your tongue buried in his mouth. Its seems he was waiting for the action because he welcomes you immediately, hands wrapping firmly round your waist and a tongue battling vigorously with your own.

"Perhaps… we should… move… this… to the bed?" he pants out between fevered kisses, drawing away just enough to get his words out. Your lips curve against his and you drag your mouth away from his so that they're barely touching.

"Sounds good to me," you purr contently against his mouth.

Please don't hesitate to review if you liked or if you didn't- all opinons welcome and concrit is greatly appreciated (as my small mind often misses the details)
Much love, Makayla