Hiya, oneshot about Sakura and Itachi. Enjoy.


I look at you.

It's still early, some first sunbeams slightly enlighten the room through the not-completely closed curtains.

I watch you. Your dark long hair spraid over my pillow. I remember how it felt last night, so soft. Your hair is so dark, just like your closed eyes. That's what I like about you most, your eyes. I remember the way they looked at me last night. When we shared deep secrets only the night was allowed to see.

As I sit in a chair, watching you sleep, I memorize the way your skin felt. So warm, so soft and smooth. A pale skin, which I had tasted for the first time three nights ago. I knew then that I would be tasting it many more times in the future.

I don't know why, but I love to watch you, but only when you're not aware. When I see you, like this... I always start wondering many things.

Why are you so beautiful?

How can you be so perfect?

Now, your expression is peaceful, back then it was full of desire. Both unlike the one you wear when the sun shines. The one that never shows anything. I can't seem to understand you, you do things I can't seem to follow. I can't understand you...

But I do understand the touches we share. I do understand those moments where words are unnecessary and the look in your eyes tells me everything.

I look at you, now.

The sheets covers half of your body, I see your naked and muscular back. I love the way you are built, the way your shoulderblades stick out slightly when you shift, when they broaden everytime you breath in. I love the way you move every single part of you, I love it all.

I can watch you for hours, just like this. But sadly, I know that you will wake up in a few minutes, and then you'll be yourself again. Emotionless, serious and cold. The peaceful sleeping man I see now, will be gone then. I know too that when you wake, you'll probably leave me again. You'll be gone and it will take another few days, perhaps weeks, before I'll see you again. You hurt me, you break me.

I can't stand it, I can't stand you when you do things like that. I can't stand it when you hurt me. I can't stand it when you break me. And I can't stand the fact that I let you break me.

That thought, knowing that fact, is the only thing that can make me look away from you. The only thing that makes me feel disappointed in you. My green eyes look away, and I stand.

I slowly stand, and grab my pants and shirt which were thrown next to my bed. I still remember the rush we had last night, the rush to get each others clothes off. A smile plays my lips at that thought. As I sit on the bedside, slowly pulling the shirt over my head, I can feel you shift.

As I continue dressing, I'm caught completely off guard when your arm suddenly circles around my waist and pulls me back underneath the covers. The soft white sheets cover us completely as my back meets your bare chest. Your arm wraps around me, protecting, possessively. Yes, you are possessive. You press me against you, against you...: the one and only place you think I truly belong to.

And as we both doze off to sleep slowly, bodies warming each other, I can only agree with you.


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