Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Naruto. If I did, I would be rich by now and having a vacation in the Bermuda Triangle.
Warning: mild sexual content not suitable for young readers and innocent minds.
Yami Uchiha thank you so much for editing this story. My days are almost over, and no I'm not dying. I only mean that I would leaving for a long hiatus. So Yami, you wouldn't be pestered by this workaholic writer.
And as for my beloved readers and reviewers. Don't worry, I will be back sooner than you think because I always change my mind. It might be 5 days later or even two. It depends if I can't stay away from the computer for too long.
So I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Because on January 5, which would be three days later in my place. I would bid you my sincerest farewell and apology for taking a long hiatus.
Ja ne!
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A Kiss Between Friends
Romance/ Friendship
Rated T
Itachi/Sakura
Chapter 3
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"Friends Only See
The Best in Each Other"
Two persons cannot long be friends if they cannot
Forgive each other's little failings.
-------Jean de La Bruyere
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RECAP
Sakura stared at the black puppy, which was wagging its tail with joy when he met her stare. The dog's eyes were black, and Sakura instantly and irrevocably fell for him. She slide the French door closed behind her, and went towards her wardrobe.
She took a small towel from her drawer while the cute puppy followed her, its small tail wagging wildly behind him. She then wrapped the towel around the small puppy which made a small, cute arrff when she laid him on her lap while she sat at the edge of her bed.
Sakura rubbed the towel on the puppy's silky black fur, eyes sparkling with love as she gazed at the small mutt, who was looking back at her.
"What's your name little fellow?" She asked softly, scratching her hand behind the puppy's ear. The black puppy closed its eyes at her touched while Sakura's heart warm at the sight.
The puppy was really adorable.
Sakura was smiling when her eyes had strayed to the small collar around the dog's neck.
"What's this?" Sakura murmured as she brought the dog at eye level.
There was a glint and Sakura's eyes trained to the metal dangling from the dog's red collar.
"Arrff." The dog barks joyfully, sticking its tongue as it breathes.
While Sakura had stopped breathing, her face had frozen as she read the carved letters on the Uchiwa metal.
"Itch"
"ARRFF!!"
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Sakura didn't want to give back the black puppy, as much as she wanted to keep the adorable mutt, she would have to give it back. It would be like accepting Itachi's forgiveness when she keeps the puppy. But throwing the black puppy out in the cold was never an option to Sakura.
She was in love with the black puppy and the only right thing she could do was give the puppy to some random child, who she could trust to take care of her adorable 'Itch' for a short while.
Deceiving Itachi to believe that she had given his gift to a girl would really make the stoic Uchiha simmer with indignation. What a sight would that be?
She knew that she was a bit selfish sometimes, but for many good reasons.
Their friendship was at stake here and she was going to do everything she can to keep it.
But she had to admit, eliciting Itachi's anger would make her day. She hadn't seen the man go ballistic about something, except for that time when she cut his hair. It was only a small trim to take care of his split ends, and Itachi went crazy for a moment. She would even dare describe him as frothing at the mouth when he had shot her a withering glare.
That was a sight to remember.
But what would it be like after she 'lends' Itch?
She smiled, walking in the streets of Konoha while she cradled Itch in her arms; the black puppy fast asleep. His black head nuzzled on her red blanket and his shiny snout pointing outwards with a sprinkle of snow covering his protruding head.
Sakura was wearing thick layers of clothing under that winter drizzle; a white jacket as the last clothing and had donned in her white wool gloves.
It was cold; the snow, ankle-deep as they trudge down the snowy streets. Her breath coagulating with the cold air as it came out from her mouth with a puff.
A silly smile playing on her lips as she played the image of Itachi's reaction when he found out that Itch was no longer in her possession.
"Sakura, why did you give the dog to the girl?" Itachi asked tonelessly, his face and eyes hard.
"I don't want it," She replied, face expressionless, hiding the triumph that she felt inside her. "The dog reminds me of you."
"Do I look like a dog to you, Sakura?" Itachi's expression had frozen as he growled the question.
She smiled mockingly.
"Yes,"
The man standing at the open balcony began to stride towards her, his long legs eating her wooden floor as he came to halt in front of her form, sitting at the edge of the bed.
She curled her hands into fist where it had laid on her thighs, her eyes meeting Itachi's tumultuous orbs; clearly enraged by her words and her unusual behavior lately.
They stared, anger coiling from the man while Sakura remain ironically composed, and immensely enjoying the mental confrontation.
She was going to enjoy what would really happen after Itachi found out, though she was highly skeptical if Itachi could even raise his voice to admonish her.
She bet that man would just stare her down before she gives up and she would be more prepared for that to happen than a burst of temper coming from the impersonal Uchiha.
"Itch," She whispered to the puppy, sifting her gloved hand through his black fur. "Sakura will come back for you, okay?"
And then she was lost into the pelting snowflakes in her quest to find Itch a temporary and proper owner.
Itachi was sent in mission by his father as his punishment for sneaking into Sakura's bedroom again. His parents had found out about his continued friendship with Sakura and had ordered him to go to a mission that require a long time for him to terminate. But luck was on his side, and had ended it earlier than what her parents were hoping for.
He knew what they were trying to do. They wanted for him to give some thought about continuing with this connection with Sakura. They wanted him to stop seeing her, and that was why he was doing his best to gently break it up to Sakura.
He would have ended his connection with her a long time ago, but he could not do it since he knew that Sakura would be badly hurt even to the point of actually becoming irreversibly depressed.
He was even suspecting that she had already concocted something for him once he arrived. The puppy that he had given to her was just a subterfuge to quell Sakura's unforgiving streak.
That mutt was bait before he moved for the kill.
He had known for a fact that Sakura could never throw a living being, much less a cute puppy, to the streets. So it was really great that he had bought that puppy for her, and then naming him Itch. That would have extinguished the chance for him to confront a very irate and complicated adversary in the face of his best friend.
The rooftops were not a good idea for traveling due to the accumulation of snow for the past three months. Taking that route would have him end in the hospital than in his desired destination, and that was to Sakura's balcony.
After considering his options, he took the streets and plowed his way through the ankle-deep snow. His shoes sinking into the cold snow with his gloved hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark blue jacket, when his eyes zeroed on something that made him paused.
"Itch!" it was a brown haired girl who was calling for the black mutt that made a trail on the snow. The dog was whimpering, and if he could believe his eyes, it was actually trying to dog puddle through the snow.
It was scared and cold.
Itachi looked closely at the dog, and then his eyes halted on a gleaming metal hanging on the dog's collar.
There was no mistaking it. It was the same puppy that he had given to Sakura; his eyes narrowing into slits as he made his way towards the dog.
It was clear to him to what Sakura had done, and they were going to have a lot to talk about once he could get hold of her.
"What in the hell did she do to his gift? Give it to the girl?" Itachi thought angrily as he went towards the dog, closely eying the brown haired girl when she got there first.
"Itch," the girl crooned rubbing her gloved hands over the shivering puppy; giving it warmth.
"I'm sorry, Itch." The girl was apologizing to the dog when Itachi's threatening form loomed over the oblivious girl.
"I won't let you play in the snow next time," Itachi was scrutinizing the girl with critical eyes, calculating what his approach to take that puppy from her was.
"Let's go home, Itch." The girl said as she wrapped her arms around the black puppy.
She started to turn and that was when she finally noticed the dark figure looming over her; her eyes immediately widening into saucers and emitted a squeak of surprise before startling away; scared to death by the tall man.
"Wait," Itachi said calmly, assessing the girl as she scrambled. "I want that puppy."
The girl froze; her head whirled to look at him in stunned surprise.
"Smooth move, Itachi." He thought as his words only made the girl more scared, and watched as she skittered away. "Smooth move,"
"I'll pay you ten ryous for that," Itachi said stalking towards her. The girl's head jerking to look back at him then looking forward as she plowed her way though the thick snow, holding the puppy tightly against her that Itachi was afraid that girl would suffocate it.
"How about if I pay you twenty ryous?" Itachi tried again as he passed an old woman, who shot him a scandalous look and then towards the girl he was pursuing.
"What must be the woman think of him?" Itachi thought as he tore his gaze from the censorious gaze of the old woman.
Itachi's eyes landed back on the brown haired girl, holding the gift that he had given to Sakura.
He would make sure that Sakura would pay for her inconceivable misconduct.
When Itachi finally caught up with the girl, he seizing her by her shoulder and draw her to a halt.
The girl started to cry, a loud wail that made his ear drums ring and drawing a lot of bystanders to stare curiously at the noise the girl was making.
"This isn't good," Itachi thought as the people started to cast suspicious look at him, and even his polite smile could not incite a positive reaction from the serious and angry people.
"Geez," He thought helplessly as he tried to pat the girl's head and stop her waterworks.
"It's like Sakura all over again," He thought, distressed as the people began to advance on him. But this girl could not be more than seven years old, and he couldn't believe that she was much worse than Sakura who had been less her age when he met her.
He changed tactics, forcing in a kind smile he said to her gently. "How about if I buy you some ice cream?" that seems to have quieted the child down as her eyes took on a jubilant glow.
"Okay," the child piped out, unconsciously jiggling the dog in her arms, which became disoriented.
Itachi almost sighed with relief. He had even wondered if the girl had been faking the tears, but he couldn't be sure as the girl begins to move to the direction of the nearest ice cream parlor; the bystanders still casting wary eyes in his direction as he followed her, his face impersonal as he ignored their stares.
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As he was walking down the streets, carrying the puppy with a grim look plastered across his handsome features. He suddenly realized that he had been outsmarted by an impertinent brat, who had rudely wasted all of his money to consume buckets of ice cream after ice cream while he was waiting for her to relieve the puppy to him.
Stuck in his booth with his money slowly dwindling into nil as he watched her eat, Itachi had never wished anything more harm to anyone than the girl.
How he wished that the girl had choked on her ice cream so that he could get the dog fast and see the woman behind all that misfortune that she had placed for him.
Sakura was going have the first taste of his temper.
With an empty wallet and a very foul mood, Itachi allowed himself to slip into Sakura's open balcony, which he suspected was left open for him. He slides the French doors closed behind him and drawing the drapes together to hide from any prying eyes.
He placed the puppy on the ground and watched as it scampered around the room, barking to his joyous delight for having been return to his master's room.
Divesting his jacket, Itachi sank into Sakura's bed, his eyes transfixed on the mutt who padded towards him and sat beside his feet, looking up at him with his tongue sticking out.
They both waited for Sakura; staring at each other while the clock on Sakura's side table ticked as time lapsed.
It was ten minutes later that the bedroom door open, revealing a newly showered Sakura wrapped in her white towel.
Droplets of water streaked down from her face to pelt down between the valleys of her breasts right above her towel. It was quite a tantalizing picture that Itachi couldn't help but engraved into his mind.
He could now see what Shisui had told him. Haruno Sakura was a desirable as his eyes had involuntarily ventured to her creamy long legs, to her small waist and to the prominent swell of her breast underneath her towel.
And yet she remains oblivious to his intense regard.
His sweet and innocent little temptress; Itachi mentally shook his head, clearly not right on the head for thinking thusly of his best friend. He tried to regain some of the thought that had his impassive anger boiling.
She was still toweling her pink hair when her eyes landed on him; her scantily clad form stilling as she met his fierce glare.
Itachi tried harder; he wanted to intimidate her by his pent-up rage, yet he could not as his eyes slide all over her again, taking in the enticing sight. He knew he had lost it as he recalled the curves that had fitted into his since he had last been there.
How he had almost kissed her. At that time, his desire to taste her lips was strong and that same, sweet compulsion made him stood up; drawn to her by a strong invisible force that he could not comprehend.
Then she moved, her hand reaching for the doorknob and was about to leave the room when Itachi swoop down on her.
Sakura suddenly found herself holding a puppy in her hands while she could feel Itachi behind her. But what made the nerves tingle was not of their close proximity, but instead it was because of the hand that was indecently pressed against her chest, holding her towel and keeping it from falling. Raw male hear radiating into her wet skin, his masculine hand brushing against her bare skin.
She flushed crimson.
She knew exactly what Itachi was trying to do and she was not going to fall for it.
She started to moved away from him but the hand on her chest prevented her; making her wet body mold closer to the man standing behind her; an arm snake around her waist and pulling her closer that she could feel the flexed of his muscles as he breathed her thin cloth an ample barrier that impeded her from feeling every corded muscle from the impressive male behind her.
She felt his hot breath fanning against her neck, she could not be sure if she had imagine it when Itachi nuzzled her exposed neck; scalding rivulets of an unknown emotion course through her veins making her quiver.
"If you move, I'll drop the towel," He whispered the threat into her ears, his voice strained.
"You wouldn't dare," She hissed back, trying to move forward; aware of the hand that rubbed against her chest making her skin tingle and her face burned with embarrassment and awkwardness. Why was he doing this to her?
"I dare," that was all the warning the she could get before Itachi tagged her towel loosely, the wet cloth sliding down from her front, revealing more of her creamy bosom. The rise and fall of her breathing clear for him to see.
She could hear his loud indrawn breath as his arm tightened around her, drawing her even closer to him; his face burying into her wet strands as she could feel his lips rubbing against the sensitive shell of her ear. She sucked a breath as something hot shot into her loins and she arched her neck; giving more access.
She did not know what she was doing. She could not understand what they were doing as Itachi slide the towel down while he was breathing down her neck; taking in to her intoxicating scent.
She could not stop him since her hands were occupied with puppy, which was looking at her with his tail wagging behind him; obviously glad to see her.
"Stop,"
He stopped a near inch away from totally viewing her.
"That was close," Sakura as she heaved a sigh, her arms shaking as she continues to carry the weight of the puppy.
She should have known than to leave the balcony open. She knew that he would come but not this time of day, in broad daylight where everyone could see him entering her balcony. She was expecting for him to come that night, and had taken a bath before that time arrives.
But now he was there, and at his mercy. She didn't know if she was even prepared for that kind of confrontation. This was foreign to her. She was expecting to see a cold man rather than the man who was doing usual things to her; making her insides quiver and her knees weak.
Apparently, he was furious for having found out about Itch. Though base from his reaction at the moment, she did not know what to expect from him and much less of what of his wants.
And so by trying to lessen the severity of her predicament, she asked him. "What do you want?"
She felt him stiffen behind her and then the feeling if his anger engulfs her so intensely that she wanted to drop the dog and break from him.
She was suddenly jerked back, her wet towel molding into his blue long sleeves; a shiver run up and down her spine as she felt his lips brushed against her neck; intentionally or not, she could not react.
She was his hostage. She was in every case, at his whim.
"What I want is for you to listen to me," the bastard behind her murmured into her ear while the hand on her chest pressed tightly into her, cupping her. She jerked a gasped escaping from her lips and then a hand let her go as if scalded by the touch, but he did not let go of the towel.
She could feel that Itachi had difficult time breathing and the same goes for her. She did not know what that was all about. But she knew that something had change between them. There is something elusive between them that she had the hard time of grasping. Itachi was acting differently towards her; his touch fevered; his warmth hotter; his voice darker and his smell was a potent musk.
All of him was different. His body was rock hard against her as she was molded painfully closer to him.
The room was crackling with tension and Sakura was confused whether it was anger or something else.
"I'm listening," She broke the silence when she couldn't take it anymore. She knew that it was a lie, she did want to listen to his words of farewell, and Itachi could tell that she was lying.
He knew very well that she would bulk first before she could hear what he got to say.
"Really?" He asked skeptically, his eyes still dark with repressed anger and desire landed on the dog she was holding; a small smirk curving his lips as he knew true well that she had her trapped. "I don't believe you,"
Sakura scowled and was ready to throw the puppy to the bed and raced towards the door when Itachi had another trick up his sleeve.
A clone appeared besides her, carrying her favorite bear and to her horror, a lighter.
"Chu!" She cried out trying to reach for it helplessly with the dog in her hands.
"Remember, Sakura what I will do to your towel if you move,"
She immediately went rigid, rage boiling inside her as she stared at the clone who only gave her an inscrutable look.
She moved, her eyes flashing with her explosive temper; the dog in her hands whipping from side to side; its eyes rolling as it became dizzy.
"I won't be responsible for my action, Sakura," the calm statement came from behind her as she watched the clone flicked the lighter, and placed her old teddy right above the small flickering fire.
She stopped fighting and gritted her teeth in a sheer sign of frustration. She did not know how to get out of that situation.
"I'll tell my mother," Sakura warned, mincing for an escape and the only thing that she could give was simply childish.
"I'll scream." She open her mouth but Itachi clump a hand over it, muffling her shouts of anger.
"Just give it up, Sakura." She could distinguish the impatience that marked in Itachi's words and that made her adamant to fight him.
She shook her head furiously, Itachi's hand moving with her.
Itachi expelled an exasperated sigh before saying in a dangerously low tone.
"Then you give me no choice but to do this,"
He sent a silent signal to his clone and watched with indifference as the fire drew precariously closer to the bear's maroon fur.
Itachi could hear the choking cry coming from Sakura but he did not stop his clone as the fire singed the teddy bear.
Itachi released his hold over her mouth.
"Alright! I'll talk to you!" Sakura snapped furiously, trying to wrench away from Itachi's embrace. "I'll talk to you, I promise!"
Itachi was hesitant at first, not knowing if he could trust her words. But in the end, he released her, his arms falling to his side while he took a reluctant step back from her small form.
The imprint of her soft body still left a fury rush of desire through him. He could not deny the fact that he sees her as a desirable and attractive woman. And he was not even sure of himself if he could trust himself being alone with her; and the more reason why he should leave; his eyes darkening with determination as he look at her.
The arms that wrapped around her slide down from her while her eyes dimmed somewhat. At the magnitude of what was yet to come.
She now knew that Itachi was leaving for good; forever from her life.
"I need to dress first," Sakura mumbled, averting her gaze; her defeat clear as she laid the puppy back on the ground, who began to run around the room, his tail wagging wildly.
There was a loud pop as Itachi's clone disappeared while Itachi grabbed the teddy bear before it reach the ground. His features etched into harsh grooves as he weighed down the words that he got to say to her before leaving. He would make it fast and easy for both of them.
"I'll go change in the bathroom," She said hurriedly, heading towards the doorway and ready to leave. Wanting out from the impending pain and heart ache, her heart was already twisting in pain as her hand touched the doorknob.
"Sakura," Itachi warned, his eyes turning ruby; anger and distress showed in his eyes as he stared at her back.
With her shoulders slump, Sakura turn back to look at him; her eyes cast downwards.
"This is important matter, Sakura," Itachi stared intently back at her, waiting for her answer. "Don't take this as something trivial."
Dark emerald orbs stared back at him in silence.
Then she sighed in resignation and nodded her head, her arm wrapped in front of her chest to hold the towel in place. Then moving back to her wardrobe to get some clothes to wear; having forgotten it in the first place in her hurry to leave.
Once she had stuffed some clothes into her hands she moved to the door, and was thinking of changing in the bathroom when Itachi stopped her again.
"Give me your word that you wouldn't escape from me, Sakura."
Sakura did not turn to look at him, but bowed her head instead and stared at her feet.
"I give you my word," She murmured opening the door and then left the room.
Itachi watch her move and allowed his eyes to fade to black. His heart pounding erratically against his chest; indecision made its way to his heart as she disappeared.
He wanted to stay with her but his parents were right. He could not risk this friendship for Sakura's reputation, because he knew that he could no longer see her as a friend, but a candidate for his insatiable ardor. It would be inevitable before he made her his lover even if it was against his better conscience to take her.
Lust would break this friendship.
And his lust for her was proven to be as aggravating as his attempt to leave her, which he later found out as she walked back inside the room.
Fueling his ebbing desire to greater heights; He should have known better than to let her wear pink with the most scandalous words printed on her shirt front.
He knew full well that she was his secret weakness and not because of their friendship but because of his new found discovery.
His eyes were open now and he could no longer ignore the bold truth presented to him. He wanted to have a taste of her.
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Her movements were mechanical as she dressed; absently pulling a huge shirt on and a pair of shorts that was too short for her.
She combed her wet hair with her hands and then walked back towards her room. It was a long walk, dragging her feet to delay the inevitable.
The shirt she was wearing was large that it almost came up to her knees, and making her looked like she was only wearing a shirt and no shorts.
She turned the doorknob, her palm clammy as she pushed the door open.
Her head was down when she took a step inside, and then closing the door behind her with an ominous click.
Then she locked it; not allowing Itachi the satisfaction that she was afraid of this confrontation.
She would face him and she would make herself proud for that she was not going to cry in the end.
She slowly lifted her chin, and was shocked to see that Itachi was already centimeters apart from her. Her eyes were wide and her lips parted slightly in surprise when he took her chin in his fingers, and bringing her chin up; her lips barely touching his.
Her heart thudded loudly in her ears as she stared up at him; his eyes were dark, clouded by an expression that she had never seen from him before.
"If I asked you what would be the last gift that I would give you, what would it be?"
Something forbidden gnawed at her stomach, making her curls toe and snatching her breath away as she heard Itachi's dark voice.
It was something so elusive and so overpowering that her hand grabbed Itachi's hand for support, afraid that she might fall and succumb to that emotion.
"Sakura," his breath brushing against her lips, his lips parting as he lean closer.
"What do you want for a parting gift?"
Something stabbed at her heart as she heard those words. He was going to leave her and her hand involuntarily jerked at his arms; desperate to hold him closer and stopping him from leaving.
Is this what he called talking? If it was, she wanted no part of it.
Kami, why was he even asking for a final parting gift? He was cruel for even suggesting that.
She didn't want him to leave. Can he understand that? She wanted him to stay by her side forever.
She was her best friend.
"I want nothing from you," She said her voice hoarse, taking hold of his shirt and fisting her hands on it. "because you're not going to leave me."
"I am, Sakura." His voice turns dangerous, warning her that he was losing his patient. "I'm going to leave you and you can't stop me from doing so."
Her fists were white and her lips were trembling while she scans his features for some truth. And what she saw hurt her terribly. Itachi was willing to end their friendship for someone she didn't know.
"Who is she?" She asked, clenching her hands on his jacket. "Why are you doing this for her? Is she your wife that I don't know of?"
"No," he said drawing a mask as he tried to pry Sakura's hands away; his face hard while he stepped away from her. "I don't have a wife."
She doesn't know that she was not only one who was hurting. It also was also painful on his part to leave her like that.
Leave her now that he realized that she was a beautiful and attainable woman for some smitten men to snatch her away from him.
But he wouldn't be there to pummel the lot from her, would he?
He thought wryly as he took a step back.
The bold letters in her shirt made him want to do as it said and kissed her. He had brought sorrow into her life for the passed months, and then to make matter worst, he had failed to give her a gift for her seventeenth birthday now that he was leaving.
The gifts that he had given her recently were just a peace treaty between them, and of no importance.
It was nothing compared to what he had on mind.
Kiss me
Uchiha Itachi
The words screamed at him; asking him to kiss the girl who was gazing up at him with her turbid orbs that he had been familiar with. He wanted to taste her, feel her lips moving against his. It was a tempting thought that he pushed into the back of his mind.
"Itachi," she whispered, her hand reaching out towards him; her heart on her eyes as she pleaded for him to stay. "Please….."
Her hand caressed his face as she stepped forward; a tear fell from her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him.
He could not move. Despair at seeing her like that washed over him and could only accepts her embrace without a sound. Feeling her soft curves pressed closely to his, making him tense. She was unknowingly tempting him but his desire to comfort her was strong.
But he could not, would not because he was sure that he could never leaver her.
"Please…" she choked out looking up at him, "Don't leave me." her hand curling delicately against the side of his face with her brilliant emerald eyes pleading.
He cracked as she directed that tearful gaze at him, his arms bringing her closer to him; feeling her petite body against his and kissed her.
Kami, he kissed her; his lips pressed against her trembling ones as he tasted her tears and the bittersweet taste of sorrow and pain.
He took it all, moving his lips against her; hungrily trying to appease that many despairing emotion that he had inspired into her.
He curled his hand around her neck and took everything she had to give. His action instigated by her pain and sorrow, and not of his baser instincts.
She tasted sweet and exotic, like he had unconsciously imagined.
She was shyly responding to him, hesitant at first until she found her thirst for new knowledge and experience, making her responds boldly to him.
He knew that it was her first kiss, and was quite surprise when he felt her tongue slide across his lower lip and inciting a different reaction from him.
His eyes flew open and gently wrenched his lips away from hers; desire surging in his veins, making him tense; his body reacting immediately to her curious tongue.
Emerald eyes fluttered open, and what Itachi see there made him want to groan.
He knew that look to well. She wanted more, and his thought was not far from the truth as she whispered.
"More," it was a voice of what he had come to fear. Sakura had found something elusive, forbidden; a secret place where they weren't supposed to go and she was ready to do everything she can to take hold of the whole piece.
Her eyes were dark; even though she didn't know it yet.
She was lusting for him.
And by Kami, he would willingly give in to her.
And with that though it mind, he could not make a sound of protest as she drew him back, her lips seeking for more; experimenting, driving him mad and giving him means for his end.
How could he possibly leave her now that he had the taste of her in his lips?
A groan tore from his lips as he finally realized it himself, why he had kissed her.
Unconsciously, and undeniably from the back of his mind, he wanted something like this to happen. Hidden behind the guise of his friendship, his desire for her was unfounded.
But once all of that disappear, he was sure to over step that bounds and to that place where he could teach her untold pleasures between a man and a woman; and not as friends.
No wonder why he had been delaying to leave her.
He was afraid that something like this would happen; like losing himself into her taste and blinded by a momentary but potent desire.
It was inevitable; he could no longer deny that he wanted her; wanted to own her, take her entirely.
Her first kissed; her first time.
He knew that he wanted to own all of it.
She was his.
Lost in the kissed, they did not notice that they were venturing into a danger zone as they stumbled over the bed.
Their movements hurried; desperate, fevered.
They could not stop themselves.
It was intoxicating.
It was tempting.
A loud moan broke the silence in the room, and then followed by the sound of panting breaths as the temperature in the room became heated; the musky scent of their desire apparent while the pillows fell from the creaking bed with a soft plop, hitting the black puppy that was taking a nap on the floor mat.
As they finally break that boundaries that they had built, and reaching the point of no return.
The puppy yelp awake as the pillow hit him; perking his head towards the bed and sniffing the air, then wagged his tail wildly as he bounded around the room; barking loudly.
A pillow was thrown at the puppy, trying to silence it while the two people were lost in the thrall of their blinding passion.
The puppy was not to be deterred as it went towards the door, barking and wagging its small tail; having heard something from beyond the door panel.
And then run barking towards the bed when it felt another presence from outside the door.
The two occupants on the bed ignored the puppy as it began to tag the bedsheets, trying to pull the covers from underneath them, yet they were still oblivious.
Lost in the moment of that fatal attraction.
To be continued…….
Review please!!!I have three more days to go before my class starts and I hope I will write the sequel to A night before Christmas and then update the Innocent Touches then finally, move on with Beneath the Porcelain mask.
I hope you enjoy this chapter. I know that I made Itachi really OOc but hey, I can't help it. My Itachi's character needs to be work out.
So please review!!!
bloomsburry: Ok, first of all. I don't really know what happen here. This chapter hadn't turn to be as what I have expected. God, I'm a complete perv.
Thanks for the reviews: AnOthEr-bEIng, JigokuShoujosRevenge, otakualways, myrrlint, Buddyboy, Finesse is my middle name, Yui-chan453, XDmomopoppyXD, Prideful Maiden, d'broie, Awiii, Uchiha-Aki, me4cloud, Melodi Moon, Rageful Jewel, AmaneUchiha, ch1b1-ch4n, Regin, trsofnaruto, Dancing Roses and Sunny Rain, Naruto8ramen, Amor Verde, Winged Lady Colette.
Thanks for the reviews everyone. I hope you would do some reviewing for this chapter too. I'm almost done with this one. Two chapters more and the end.
I would also like to thank for Metalicnecko for PMing me and sending those kind and stimulating words to cheer me up. I'm sorry that it took me long to post this chapter, because as I have said, it was still needs to be edited and retouch.
And also for trsofnaruto for reviewing my stories and for PMing, you don't know how your long reviews would remind me that I have so much to do with my was quite refreshing to read a long review,that is funny and very informative. It was enjoyable.
Also to Uchiha-Aki, who I had mistakenly assume to be my friend who was playing a prank on me when I read her reviews. Thanks Aki for the reviews and for the explanations. It was my mistake for assuming to much. lol. It won't happen again now that I know that you are not actually my friend, Anna Karenina Krizia Trinidad, whose name had been simply shorten to, Aki.
I would also like to thank Awiii for reviewing my stories and adding me to your favorites, it always made me smile when I see your name appear in my reviewers list.
I would also like to thank Melodi Moon for pointing out another big mistake of mine. It is really good to have you as a reader and a reviewer because there are things that the writers missed when writing a story, and I am one of them who makes many mistakes when making a plot line.
And as for: AnOthEr-bEIng, JigokuShoujosRevenge, otakualways, myrrlint, Buddyboy, Finesse is my middle name, Yui-chan453, XDmomopoppyXD, Prideful Maiden, d'broie, me4cloud, Rageful Jewel, AmaneUchiha, ch1b1-ch4n, Regin, trsofnaruto, Dancing Roses and Sunny Rain, Naruto8ramen, Amor Verde, Winged Lady Colette.
Thank you so much for reviewing. I'm very grateful that you reviewed. It is really good to hear a feedback from than the readers than none at all. It has been really great reading your reviews and I'm glad you appreciate this story. I couldn't have made this story without you all' giving me the incentive to write and cheering me up.
You know what do I always do when I woke up in the morning and before going to bed?
I always spend my time in front of the computer and waiting for new messages. And I'm doing that ever since I came here, it never failed to bring a smile on my face when I read your reviews. My sister always thinks of me crazy because I couldn't stop smiling once I open up my messages.
So I hope you continue to do because I would never stop waiting for your feedback.
Communication is a necessity for humans. Without communication, we can not understand each other. And I thrive for it because it always makes me feel that I'm not alone in this mundane journey that we all called life.
With love always,
bloomsburry
