Title: rabbit-proof fence
Summary: without her memories, she was nothing but a pretty toy for them to play with; and she didn't know enough to mind. /AkaSaku/
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Notes1: I love whoring Sakura out; I can't help it, she's my baby girl.
Notes2: Why do you show me those sad, sad eyes each time you decide to pass on by?
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"You have sad eyes," she says to him one afternoon while he's fighting off sleep and she's observing him intently. He just returned from a mission and is tired, but when he trudges his way through the base and sees vibrant pink hair and long, bare legs waiting for him on his bed, his exhaustion is almost immediately forgotten.
"Mm," he agrees. "So do you."
She kisses the bicep her chin is resting on; once softly, lovingly, something that both excites and soothes him, and again using teeth, leaving tiny indents in his skin that will disappear within minutes, but will stick in his memory for months when he's on a mission, or when she's with someone else.
He doesn't like the idea of sharing her, but if it's the only thing that keeps her safe without him having to worry about whether or not someone will hurt her when he's not around, he's not particularly against it.
He's the one she loves the most, anyway.
"I don't remember why I'm sad though." She rolls over onto her back, black sheet falling to her waist; green eyes staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning to him. She didn't have her memories when they found her, broken and bleeding and almost dead in the middle of the forest near Iwa, and he didn't know how long he was going to have her before she remembered everything and realized that sleeping with S-class criminals was against everything she's swore to as a kunoichi of Konohagakure, but he was going to take advantage of it while he could.
"Well," he exhales loudly, watching her watch him trace his fingertips down her side to her exposed hipbone. "I'll just have to make you happy then, won't I?"
She doesn't say anything, but she climbs on top of him, smoothing her hands down his naked torso. "You always make me happy, Itachi-kun." She touches his face; his high, defined cheekbones, his strong jaw.
When they have intercourse he makes sure to worship her; half because he's a gentleman, and half because he wants to make her feel things he's sure none of the other members of Akatsuki make her feel; and afterwards he holds her and kisses her forehead and by the time he wakes up she's gone.
He rolls over and tries not to imagine who she's with now.
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Notes2: This one was short and not at all graphic, but I cannot promise that for the other chapters. Please review and leave pairing requests and prompts!