"Little Kisses"

He was her boyfriend's brother, and her tutor. She wasn't supposed to be head-over-heels in love with the man. He was five years older than her, for crying out loud!

So why was he all she thought about?

He was beautiful as well as smart, mysterious, and thoughtful. She loved how his bangs fell into his face as he leaned over a text book; she loved how his long, graceful fingers splayed over the page as he talked about a particular algebra problem or article analyzation; she loved the way his coal eyes simmered when he looked at her. She even adored the lines going from the bridge of his nose across his cheeks.

Why was it him she wanted to spend all her time with? He wasn't her boyfriend. He was her boyfriend's brother. But she continued to let herself fall more and more deeply in love with him.

And for what? He was clueless, her boyfriend was suspicious, and she was depressed. The center of her attention was oblivious to her feelings.

She knew she shouldn't keep her hopes up, she knew she should just drop her infatuation(not that that would be easy) and settle herself down with her boyfriend. She cared about him, and at one point, she thought she loved him, but the attraction had died away. When she first met his brother, she really didn't know what to think of him. He was handsome, and from the brief greeting they shared, he was polite enough, but she didn't know enough about him to give him a fair judgment. But now, as he sat perpendicular to her at the library table, she knew she was hopelessly in love with him.

And he didn't have a clue.

"Sakura, are you alright?"

She shook her head, snapping out of her thoughts. "Huh?"

"You were quiet." He said quietly, a soft smile on his face. "Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine," she replied meekly. "Sorry about that."

"Don't apologize to me," he said with a small chuckle. "I just thought something was wrong with my face with the way you were staring."

Sakura's eyes widened. She was staring?

"I-I was staring?"

"Yes," Itachi answered, smiling slightly. "Is there something on my face?"

"Not at all," Sakura murmured. She fell silent and her eyes roamed his face; his perfectly-sized forehead, his narrow yet still beautiful nose, his high, regal cheekbones, his.. lips..

Kami, they were beautiful lips. They were perfectly shaped and sized; for a long time, she'd wanted to kiss them. Badly.

Itachi's eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion. "Sakura?"

This time, she wouldn't stop. She needed to know. She needed to know if he..

And she did it.

She leaned forward to him, and pressed her lips to his. She felt him stiffen, but she couldn't stop now. She wound her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him, her bottom lifting out of her chair. She heard a stifled "Mmph" come from him, but she kept him to her, her lips pressed firmly and fervently to his.

Finally, he grabbed her face gently and pulled it away from his own. Her eyes slowly opened; she was disappointed, sad that he hadn't kissed her back. But when her eyes lifted to his, she saw the coal hues smoldering, the dark irises practically swimming in heat. It made her composure crumble.

"Sakura, what are you doing?" he asked, voice quiet. It embarrassed her that he seemed perfectly fine and she was out-of-breath.

"I.. I'm sorry," she murmured, but made no movement to back away. Itachi's hands were still on her face.

"Sakura.. you can't do this."

Sakura looked away, her heart sinking. "I.. do I repulse you that much?"

"Not at all," came his quiet reply, and her surprised jade orbs snapped up to meet his gaze. "You're very.. very attractive, Sakura."

Sakura's heart-rate sped up. To her dismay, her cheeks turned red, and she quickly cast her gaze away again. "Then.."

".. Why didn't I kiss you back?" Itachi finished, a small smile on his handsome face. "Because.. We can't do this, Sakura. Sasuke loves you, he adores you, and.. he's my little brother. I don't have the heart to hurt him like that."

Sakura nodded quietly. "I.. I understand. I.. I don't want to hurt him either."

"I'm.. I'm sorry, Sakura." Itachi said softly, staring at her.

"I-Itachi.." Sakura lifted her gaze to meet his once again. "Can I make.. one request?"

Itachi nodded slightly. "Of course."

"Just one kiss.." she whispered. "Please."

She was so, so glad they were at the back of the library.

Because he slowly leaned forward, his heated gaze falling to her lips, and she shivered, breath quickening. And when his lips met hers, her world spun. Electricity jolted up her spine, fire ran through her veins, chills covered her arms and neck. Her eyes slowly closed and she leaned into him, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, her heart racing a mile a minute. She wanted it to last forever. She didn't want to let him go.

Kami, he was a good kisser.. Her body turned to mush as he wound his arms around her waist.

And finally, he slowly pulled away, leaving her breathless. She was glad to see that he was just as dazed as she, and a small smile crossed her swollen lips. She'd waited for that for a long, long time, and it was worth the wait.

"Itachi.." She whispered shakily.

"I'm going to regret this," he murmured, before sliding a hand up to the back of her neck and pulling her in for more steamy kisses. Her hands grasped his hair and she pulled herself into his lap, her lips moving against his heatedly. Her body shifted against his and her breath hitched when his tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth. She gasped softly and her tongue pressed and rubbed against his, her heart fluttering. She was on fire, her body heat doubling, a warm feeling developing in her gut. And before she could stop herself, she letting out a soft moan into his mouth and pressing against him.

And when his lips left hers, he buried his face into her neck, catching his breath. She did the same, trying to regain rational thought and reason. When his breathing was close to normal, he murmured, "We.. We can't do this again.."

Sakura grabbed his face and pulled it back so she could look at him. Her breath hitched in her throat when his burning hot gaze connected with hers. Desire was evident on his face.

".. Thank you." she whispered, gazing down at him.

"I've never made out in a library before," he commented smiling slightly. She giggled.

xXx

She sat in the living room of the Uchiha manor in a large, comfy chair. Sasuke was on the floor before her, and her hands rested in his hair, massaging his scalp. He'd been reading before, a school assignment, but her tender actions had put him to sleep. His head was being cradled on her legs, fingers continuing to run through his ebony hair. Her jade eyes rested on his face; it looked peaceful in sleep. Sasuke was a very serious person, he rarely smiled, even when he was around her. She had the fortunate opportunities to make him smile. Sasuke's smile was beautiful.

But Itachi's smile made her heart soar.

'No, stop it,' she thought angrily, shaking her head. 'You know you can't think about..'

And she heard his voice. "He asleep?"

Her gaze lifted to meet his, and she bit her lip. "Yeah."

"I see.." he said softly, approaching them. "I have to go run some errands, so if you're gone by the time I get back, I'll see you later."

Sakura's heart-rate quickened, partially because Itachi was leaning over to her, partially because she was afraid Sasuke would wake up.

And she melted when he delivered a soft, sweet kiss to her lips. She didn't want him to pull away; she'd leaned forward, trying to keep their lips in tact while he did. The look he gave her as he backed away told her that he didn't want to stop either. But she knew they had to. She knew they couldn't be together like they wanted to be.

But, she decided, it was probably for the best.

Those little kisses they shared would be enough.

At least, for now.