Itachi's cloak was surprisingly heavy on her shoulders. Her back was pressed against his hard chest, where she could just barely feel a rapid heartbeat, betraying his reaction to her closeness.
He had his nose buried in her pink hair and was breathing deeply, having proclaimed with that soft voice of his that it smelled like strawberries.
Snow was falling outside, making the air in the room sharp with cold and desperation. Sakura trembled despite the warmth pressed against her and Itachi's nose drifted down to her neck, where he kissed her softly.
"You're lucky, you know," he murmured, tightening his fingers around her hands, pressing his feet into the sides of hers. "You could be in bed with Hidan right now."
Sakura felt tears of fear prick her eyes at the thought, and Itachi tightened his grip as her shivering became more violent. He had claimed Sakura the moment they had captured her, using lust as an excuse to keep her near him at night. Itachi was noble deep down somewhere, and could not let the flower be harmed.
"I would not hurt you even if I wanted to," he soothed, stroking her wrist, rocking her like a baby. "I'm keeping you safe."
A tear ran down her cheek and landed on the soft, sweet-smelling pillow.
Sakura shifted away from him and hid beneath the sheets.
"Sakura? Where did you go?"
His hand groped around the bed in confusion, and she felt her chest tighten at the sight of a blind man searching. She did not speak, only rested her hands on either side of his face, letting the warm light from her palms flow into his aching temples.
"I'm here," Sakura breathed, weeping, wishing, and almost kissing. "You know I'm always here."
Yes, of course she was; he could feel her breath on his lips.