AN: This is important, so please read my note! This is going to be a chapter story, but if you want to read the beginning, it's a oneshot called 'weaselchan.' I had a request to continue the story, so here it is at last!
Keep in mind, this story is M for a reason. There will be lemons, so if that isn't your thing, don't read this story.
Disclaimer: I'm kicking myself for saying this, but I don't own Naruto. Itachi would never have died if I did.
It had barely been three days, and yet, there he sat in all of his glory, on her ragged, frayed and ostentatiously red couch. Too many times had she asked Ino or Hinata over for a girl's night, and too many times had the couch been roughly slept on over the years. Yet, he was there, his beauty emanating around her small apartment's living room. She had to wonder how he had gotten inside without even being in possession of a key, but he was Uchiha Itachi after all, this should have been easy for someone of his caliber.
He smirked proudly to himself when he saw her surprise at finding him in her little living room. She must have never expected him to show up in her apartment, and without any forewarning. They had only met at that bar two and a half days ago, and he had already decided to make his appearance in Konoha. He had told her he would find her, and that was exactly what he had done. Perhaps sooner than she had originally anticipated, but Itachi never was one to procrastinate.
Sakura was utterly stunned at seeing him there so soon, but that wasn't to say she was displeased. No, in fact, she felt quite the opposite: she was overjoyed at seeing Itachi so shortly after they had parted. For the past three days, she could do nothing but think of him, and his smothering, dark eyes. The reason, though indirectly, she was home so early from her shift at the hospital was because of those haunting eyes, that seemed to consume her with their deep abyss.
"Itachi." Sakura breathed, still in complete astonishment. She slipped of the white medical coat she had been wearing for her shift and let it descend to the carpeted flooring. He gave her that knowing smirk, one that she could read even if she had only known him for half of a week.
"Sakura." He answered, his smooth tenor melting her into a pile of mush where she stood. How she had missed that lithe voice in those few days, how she had longed for him to whisper her name so placidly into her ear while curling strong arms around her bare body.
There was nothing more to be said at that moment, and the duo knew that instantly. Itachi silently beconed her forward, and she gratefully obeyed his unsaid command without a second thought. He stood to meet her, and much to her satisfaction, he abruptly took her up into his arms. Nothing in that moment could have ruined the joy she felt, and though he did not express it as clearly as she did, he felt the same. Sakura felt complete, and it was only because he was there.
She stood on the tips of her toes to elevate herself just high enough to kiss him. He gladly recieved this gesture, and reciprocated whole heartedly. It was certainly a step up from the sleazy bar they had meet each other in, but Sakura still felt faintly embarrassed at having him in her small, and slightly disorganized apartment. He appeared to pay no heed to her distress, and instead begged her part her lips. Sakura willingly did as he wished, letting him slide his tongue into her mouth.
Their tongues interwound, both fighting for dominance, though already knowing what the outcome would be. She could practically feel his excitement at being with her flowing through him, and was pleased to find him feeling that way. She didn't want to be the only one who felt so absorbed with the other, though she doubted he would have even bothered to come if it had not been so.
Itachi smirked against her lips, throughly elated with her reactions. It made him slightly proud that he could create such a response out of a woman, seeing as this was only his second time at kissing one. Sakura noticed with exuberance how his lips tilted up, and she was unexplainably happy that she had been the cause of such an anomaly. She doubted that anyone else could have caused Itachi to smile at anything, but perhaps she was being boastful.
"I missed you." She whispered when he pulled them apart. He hummed in agreement as he kissed her eyelids one by one. Itachi pressed her into his broad chest and they fell onto the already tattered couch. Lips meeting again, Sakura ran her fingers carefully through his lengthly hair, pulling it out of its tie so that it could cascade over his shoulders and back. She hardly knew what was happening until he was crouched over her, showering her with kisses. Her zipper-up, red top and beige skirt already lay on the floor abandoned, his navy blue shirt next to it.
It was somewhat awkward, with the very limited space of a small couch, and with the fact that they could see each other so clearly this time. It was mid-afternoon, in the bright light of her living room, while last time it had been in the darkness of a back room of a grungy bar. Every roll of his muscular back could be seen, every dip and curve of her hips were visible, neither of them were sure what to do with it.
Without a word, he began to unbuckle her bra strap, only to be interrupted by the sound of a knocking on the front door. Both Itachi and Sakura instinctively froze in place, unsure of what to do. Whatever happened, he couldn't be seen, or there would be a disastrous end to everything, and neither of them wanted that. On a personal note, Itachi didn't want to have to leave her just yet, after only found her a few minutes before.
Their eyes met, and Itachi saw the despair in her emerald orbs. As soon as visitors came, it would mean he had to leave, and she didn't want it to be as so. She was hardly fit to answer the door though, having only a pair of black, elastic shorts on. Resolved in that Itachi wouldn't be leaving so soon after just arriving, Sakura quickly pulled him into her small bathroom, picking up their abandoned clothes as she went. There could be no evidence of his being there, or else he would be discovered and arrested.
He followed her without asking, and watched in amusement as she frantically ran her hair through the water coming from the bathroom sink. It was obvious that she was trying to look as if she had just gotten out of the shower, and so when she finished, he handed her the towel hanging by the tub. The water streamed down her slight bodice, causing her small frame to shiver. Sakura wrapped the towel around her body, and gave Itachi a quick kiss before exiting the bathroom.
"I'll be right back." She whispered, leaving him to his own devices. Itachi sighed, and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. It was rather complicated, it seemed, if they were planning on being anything more than secret lovers. The way it was then, there could be no commitment, no promises, because neither of them could always be together. That needed to be changed, he decided, running a hand through his bangs to keep them out of his eyes.
Sakura put a glare on her face to give the impression of having just gotten out of the shower, but found it a more difficult task than usual. She was almost too happy to force herself into looking angry, Itachi was there, after all. She threw the door open, finding it to be both Naruto and Kakashi at the door. The copy-nin blinked a few times in shock, and Naruto gasped. Neither of them seemed to have expected her to answer the door in only a towel.
"What?" She growled in aggravation, scrunching the fluffy towel closer to her body, hoping that neither of them would notice the throbbing red marks Itachi had made on her neck just minutes before with his persuasive lips. Wether or not they noticed it, her teammates made no mentions of the kiss marks on her neck, and instead she could see a faint blush on both of their cheeks.
"Sorry Sakura-chan, we didn't know you were in the shower." Naruto muttered, his silent collaborator hiding his face in the pages of the most recent volume of the Icha Icha series. Her eye's narrowed, just as they would if they were in a normal situation. It was hard to stay mad-looking when she had a five-foot-eleven god of a man waiting for her in the bathroom.
"Well, I was. Hurry up and tell me whatever you need to tell me, I wasn't finished yet." Sakura complained, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently. It wasn't a lie to say that she was antsy to get back to her bathroom, but it wasn't for the same reasons that they could suspect. Naruto feverishly nodded his head and did as he was told.
"We're going on a mission tomorrow. Tsunade-baa said it's to look for Sasuke. She got information on his little team, and we're going after them, and maybe we can finally bring him back!" Naruto said excitedly, his sky blue eyes glowing with enthusiasm. Unfortunately for him, Sakura lost interest with what he was saying as soon as he mentioned Sasuke and his wretched exsistance.
"We'll meet at the northern gate at seven sharp tomorrow, I'll debrief you more throughly there." Kakashi told her, his tone dry. Sakura, who had been tuning out the conversation, nodded her head and slammed the door in their faces. Neither of the two men took it as an offense, they were already used to he spitfire personality, and that occurrence wasn't the first when she had finished a conversation by slamming her door shut.
When Itachi was sure that both intervening presences were no longer there, he opened the bathroom door to meet Sakura in the living room. Instead of settling on the couch again, she pulled him into her bedroom, where they could have more roaming leeway on her queen-sized bed. He pulled the blinds shut, consuming the room with darkness, and giving them privacy from anyone who tried to see into the window.
Her towel was soon forgotten, left on the floor in a pile of soft material. All other barriers were then removed by them, his pants and boxers falling in a heap at his ankles, her shorts and underwear being flung across the room. They glided together and to the bed, the tightly fit blankets and comforters wrinkling under their two forms. Lips met, pulling each other in every direction, and once again their tongues fought for domination. As to be expected, Itachi's gained control of hers, and slid around inside of her mouth restlessly.
"What did Naruto-kun and the copy-nin want?" Itachi asked softly into her ear, his lithe tongue gliding down her jawline. She hesitated in answering, but when his hands kept building that fire in her pit, she didn't have the mind to refuse him anything.
"Have a mission tomorrow. Something about Sasuke." She muttered, not being able to concentrate on anything but how it felt as his hands groped her. He smirked at her distraction, but at the same time was concerned about her being in contact with his younger brother. He trusted her to stay true to him, but something still nagged on his conscience. Something was going to happen soon, and he was sure that it wouldn't be a good thing for either of them, at least if they wanted to stay together.
"Be careful around him." Itachi murmured, the ministrations of his hands leaving her wordless and unable to answer him immediately. He knew she would be careful, but that persistent feeling still wouldn't let him be. Itachi felt more protective of her than anyone else in his memory, and his good sense would never let anyone touch what was rightfully his.
"I will." She finally managed. Itachi was minutely displeased that she was still able to talk, and recaptured her lush lips, already swollen from his governing kisses. Her ability was again lost, and he attempted satisfied his undying hunger for everything that was Sakura. With every moment though, he felt that enkindling fire only grow in desperation. He needed her more than anything, and his starvation wouldn't subside until he had her in all entirety.
"Good." He whispered, breathing in her sweet strawberry scent. She sighed against him, her hot breath sticking to his skin. He slowly moved her legs to either side of him, carefully taking in her facial expression, checking to see if there was any objections to be read. There was none to be found.
"I've never felt this way." He told her as he hovered. Her eyes lit up with anticipation, waiting anxiously for him to continue. This look egged him to lower himself slowly into her, just so she could let out a pleasing groan. His movements were needy and possessive, hers matching perfectly. Every moment inside of her, he felt that familiar heat spread through their cores, then from there through each of their bodies.
He was heedful in his actions, not wanting to see her cry like she had on that first night, in that awful bar. She saw this, and hated herself for causing him misery, because she couldn't stop the tears of pain from rolling down her cheeks. His face scrunched up in confusion, he had never thought it would hurt her the second time. He couldn't stop then though, he would never get any form of satisfaction unless he finished what he was doing. All he could do was slow himself, and hope that it would help.
"Itachi, don't slow because of me." Sakura whimpered, running a shaking hand through his raven hair. He shook his head, which told her that she was the only thing that would ever cause him to slow himself.
"You have no idea how much it hurts to see you in pain." He murmured, stopping all together. She squirmed against him in frustration, angry with him for leaving her hanging. His brows furrowed as watched her writhe beneath him, not understanding why she could want him to continue, when it was causing her so much pain.
"Itachi, don't stop." She whined, trying to coax him with her hands. He had lit that fire, and it was going to burn until he finished, until he doused it himself. He saw this and understood it easily, he felt the same in every way. That didn't mean he wanted to hurt her though. She glared up at him, not letting him do anything else until he finished what he started. With a sigh, he relented.
He moved much faster than when he had started, not able to stop himself. She didn't mind it, she reveled in every thrust, no matter how much it hurt. He listened as she cried out his name, and with every call he kissed her wet face.
He hummed as their hips collided over and over, soothing her pleas, and letting her dig her nails into his back as he entered her again. She wouldn't let him pity her, not when she was enjoying the pain so much. Every call got even louder than the one before it, until she was shouting. He whispered her name in her ear as she yelled. He knew better to stop again, he really didn't want a yelling Sakura angry with him, her short temper was already known by half of the world. She apparently had inherited it from her shishou.
She arched into him as she reached the end, her breasts grinding into his chest as she called his name one last time. Itachi retrieved himself for the last time, resting next to her as they breathed heavily. Determined to not let him leave her apartment any time near then, Sakura stretched over him in serenity. He smiled slightly, wrapping an arm around her.
"I'm not letting you go anytime soon." She smirked as he wrapped a strong arm around her sweaty body. It was a good thing he wasn't going to be kicked out, Itachi thought, because he had no intention in leaving just then. Perhaps he would force himself to leave in the morning, but any time before then, it would be too soon.
"I wasn't planning on leaving, even if you wanted me to." He purred back, watching as she curled herself into his chest. They lay together as such, him not wanting to move her, her to comfortable to want to move. It was probably an hour before either of them even thought of moving, and another before they actually did. By this time, it was dark out, and the streetlights from outside were glowing orange. Orange, Sakura couldn't help but to think, just like Naruto.
She wasn't sure why, but she had the nagging feeling inside, telling her that she was forgetting something crucial. It was the orange lighting outside that triggered this feeling, so perhaps it had to do with Naruto? She sighed in defeat, unable to think of anything having to do with her blond friend. Sakura hoped it wasn't something too important.
Itachi had just gotten into the shower, and since he had even longer hair than she did, not that it took much to do that, she figured that he was going to take a while. She sat on the couch, switching on the television and wrapping her white sheet around her more tightly. Sakura flipped through the channels, and after discovering that there was nothing on worth watching she turned of the television.
Wait a moment, why in the hell was she out there anyway? She could be in the shower with Itachi, instead of wasting her time waiting for him. He wouldn't mind, and she certainly would like to join him. That would be so hot, taking a shower together, she thought dreamily. Standing up with the overly large sheet, she stumbled across the room to the door to her bathroom.
Without a second thought, she opened the door, a rush of steam flooding out for the few moments she left it open. Itachi poked his head out of the curtain curiously, noticing how the air had suddenly dropped a few degrees. His eyebrows lifted in pleasant surprise, and he watched in amusement as she let the sheet fall to the floor. She certainly was a forward one. She smirked at him, and opened the curtain to step into the shower.
He chuckled, and watched through his dark eyes as she stood under the hot water. Sakura sighed happily, and watched as she reached her hands up to run them through her wet hair. The water dribbled down her face and body, covering her with its heat. It was a pretty picture to be sure, but she was hogging the water. Somehow, Sakura managed to be both irritating and adorable at the same time, something Itachi was sure only she could do successfully.
"You have to share the water, you know." He smirked playfully, moving under the stream next to her. Sakura looked up at him, and feeling rather short, decided to stand on her toes. It really wasn't fair that he was so tall, while she was so short, but that was the last thing on her mind as their lips met.
His teeth nibbled on her lower lip, and only to even the playing grounds, he picked her up in his bare arms. Much to his satisfaction, this led her to straddle him, letting out those pleasing groans as she did so. They battled it out under the hot water, only remembering where they were until the heat ran out. Itachi glared at the faucet (as if that would help anything), while Sakura shrieked in surprise, nearly causing them both to fall.
She slid off of him, and he quickly turned the shower head off, leaving them both shivering where they stood. It was then that Sakura remembered that the one towel she had in her bathroom was tossed onto her bedroom floor. She scowled at herself for being so stupid, she should have brought it in with her when she joined him. Stupid hormones, they were blinding her actions.
"We don't have a towel, do we?" He asked tiredly. She sadly shook her head a negative, and he stepped out of the bathtub. He had intended to go out there wet and naked, but she stopped him.
"Let me go, you don't know where the linens closet is." Sakura said. He may have wanted to save the day by returning with towels, but it would be faster if she went, and on top of that, it was her fault they didn't have any in the first place.
"It's colder out there than it is in here." He informed her. She knew as much, seeing as it was still steamy in the bathroom, while it wasn't outside of it. Still, Sakura knew it was only just if she went.
"That's okay." She smiled, opening the door and quickly shutting it again behind her. Itachi sighed in defeat, and waited her return. She quickly went down the hall and into her closet, grabbing two white, fluffy towels. Sakura wrapped one of them around herself before returning to Itachi. He gratefully took it when she handed it to him, and once he was mostly dry, they returned to what they had been doing before they were so cruelly interrupted by the lack of hot water.
Sakura couldn't figure out what she was doing. She hardly even knew Itachi, and yet, she was kissing him heartily. When they had made love in that back room of that bar, it had been because of necessity. Sakura had needed to feel needed, he had needed to feel loved. That one sexual encounter should have been enough to fulfill both of these, yet she still longed for more.
They both knew it wasn't love, it couldn't possibly be that, they hardly knew each other. It was more than just sexual attraction too, though. If it had been, neither of them would have needed to wait to meet each other for them to make love to someone. Itachi found her interesting, she was different than most girls. Sakura didn't shy away from him, even if she did know his deepest, darkest secret. She accepted him, despite his many faults, and his unfortunate past. Sakura felt that Itachi was nothing like the man he was supposed to be, he was soft spoken and gentle, and more passionate than any other man she had ever known, to add to it. He didn't judge her for her foul mood, her rough demeanor, nor her obnoxious appearance.
Sakura knew that he was something she needed, and he needed her just as much. He still needed someone to love, someone who was willing to love him back, and she needed someone to care for her, someone who could be there. Sasuke had left, and so that position had been left open for too many years, until Itachi had come along. No, she didn't love him, but she knew that one day, she would. It wasn't fair of her, she felt like she was using him, but she also knew that he was using her at the same time.
The only thing was, if she didn't love him then, what was it that she felt when she was around him? Every time his eyes looked into hers, it sent an unfamiliar jolt into her heart, one that she couldn't explain. Sakura wondered how he felt for her, wether or not he thought he would ever love her, but she didn't have the backbone to ask him herself.
Itachi saw her inner conflict, and couldn't understand what it was about. She was too busy concentrating on her ever confusing thoughts, that she had almost forgotten that he was there, kissing her. She had just stopped moving all together, letting him do all of the work. While he didn't mind being in charge, he wanted to know what was going through her head.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly, pulling his lips away from hers. She came back out of her own world, her expression giving away her astonishment. Sakura had been so wrapped up thinking about him, that she had forgotten he was there.
"Itachi, what exactly are we, relationship wise?" She asked him in return. His face scrunched up in thought, trying to come up with a suitable answer for her. When he discovered he couldn't, he answered her honestly.
"I don't know."
Sakura sighed, and they both sat curled together on the couch, where they had migrated to from the bathroom floor. They both sat in deep thought, neither of them being able to answer her complicated question.
"What do you want us to be?" He questioned curiously. She looked down.
"All I know is that I don't want us to be just two people who have sex with each other every time we meet. I want us to talk to each other, to have intelligent conversations." Sakura answered him truthfully. She wasn't sure if that was near to anything he wanted, for all she knew he was in for just the sex. But she wanted something more serious than that.
"Sakura."
"I understand if you don't feel that way, Itachi." She told him, feeling too embarrassed to look into his beautiful, dark eyes. He hummed tiredly into her hair, clutching her closer to his chest. He said nothing to her last statement, remaining deep in thought.
"What's your favorite color?" He asked calmly. Sakura couldn't help but to look into his eyes, after such an off-topic question.
"Red." She answered carefully, not seeing the point in his random inquiry. He smirked, and supposed he should have known as much, considering she wore red every day. It was sort of cute that she wore her favorite color, even if it wasn't the most practical for a shinobi.
"What's yours?" Sakura asked him in return, feeling slightly inquisitive. She half expected him to answer 'black,' or say, 'I don't have a favorite color,' but he always ended up surprising her.
"Blue." Itachi replied automatically. She smiled softly at his response. Blue... that was one of the colors that an Uchiha almost always wore. She wondered if that was the reasoning behind his choice. It was sort of sweet, even if he hadn't intended it to be.
"Red and Blue equals Purple." She muttered to herself. He looked down at her in amazement. What in the world was she thinking about?
"Sakura, I do believe we just had our first semi-normal conversation." Itachi told her thoughtfully. She giggled, realizing he was right. Sakura let him recapture her lips, and all train of thought was lost.
AN: Hello, people!! I'm begging for some reviews here! None of my stories ever do, and I want to change that, but it's all up to you guys! Press that green button!
~Itaweasel-hime
