Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.

"..." : speech

Italic : thought

Chapter 4.

A single ray of sunlight peeking through the curtains was enough to wake me from my vivid dreams. The fiery heat of the images in my head still felt very real as I lifted my hand to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

Said hand came to a sudden stop when I realized the true reason behind my overheated body. A slender arm was sprawled across my bare chest and a strand of soft silky hair moved against my shoulder.

His leg had curled itself around mine, trapping my thigh against the lower half of his body. He moved a little, which felt as if he was riding up against me, a deep and content purr rising from his chest.

I held my breath, scared to break the magical and unimaginable erotic moment that made my heart race. Then his long lashes fluttered against my skin and his lips grazed over my chest, which made me gasp for air. He was waking up.

Just for a second, I felt his body tense up against my own, as the reality of our positions slowly dawned on his sleep clouded mind.

Then as if nothing was out of the ordinary, he yawned, stretched and propped himself up on one elbow, his fingers moving softly against my chest.

"Morning..." he whispered.

Even when barely awake, his gorgeous features took my breath away. With tousled hair, clouded eyes and moist lips, he treated me on one of his sweet smiles; the kind of smile that said everything and nothing at the same time.

"Slept well?" It was all I could manage at the time.

"Like a baby" came the husky answer.

The sweet smile curled up to a devilish grin as he obviously noticed my body react to the arousing sound of his voice. How could this teasingly sexy creature be the same person as that lost little boy I had seen at school?

Finally he broke the stare between us and hopped out of bed.

"So Itachi, how do you like your breakfast?"

I blinked at him. "You mean you can cook?"

He flashed his pearly white teeth at me again. "I'm a little kitchen prince!"

"Between that and the fact he is only wearing his tight sweatpants right now... JACKPOT!"

As promised, I took him to my family's tailor to get his measurements ("is 'very fucking hot' a standard size?") and ordered some new clothes. He insisted on paying for everything himself and slapped the back of my head when I reminded him about the whole 'Sugardaddy-deal'.

"Don't you dare trying to buy me into your bed Itachi!" he growled at me, trying his best not to smile and failing miserably at it.

"As far as I can remember, we already woke up together quite cuddly this morning Sasuke..." I smugly replied.

This earned me another smack against my head and was totally worth it.

We wandered around town, talking about school and other unimportant topics, buying silly little things here and there. The more I found out about him, like his childlike enthusiasm about game stores, the more I started falling for him. It was impossible not to. His adorable little squeal of joy when he found a beautifully carved statue of one of his favourite game characters, made my day brighter than any sunlight ever could have done.

I sat on a bench, looking at him while he bought us ice cream. He really did have a fondness of revealing and skin tight clothing, something I thanked every god I could think of for. The sunlight kissed his milky white skin and made his unruly hair look like it was on fire. It was only then that I noticed that his hair wasn't purely black at all, but was tinted with the most beautiful shade of blue.

Swallowing hard, I couldn't help but stare as he walked back to me, the sway of his luscious hips never failing to entice me into more sinful daydreams. I smirked at the guy that had been gawking at him all the while, glaring enviously at me when Sasuke sat down next to me.

When he offered me one of the cones, already melting in the heat of the afternoon sun, I grabbed his wrist and ran my tongue over the cold trail of melting ice cream that had made its way over his slender fingers. He gasped and tensed his hand, causing the crispy cone to crack a little.

I flashed another devious grin at him, still holding his hand, and began to lick the ice cream in my most seductive manner, never taking my eyes off of him. His nose and cheeks were already colouring red again. The other ice cream in his hand was getting completely ignored and had also started to melt. Reaching for it, I dipped my finger in the cold treat and chuckled softly.

"Your ice cream is melting too, Sasuke...".

I stroked the tip of his cute little nose with my ice covered finger and then leaned over to lick the vanilla flavoured dab off of his face. Being so close to him, I could almost hear his heart beat frantically in his chest, heat rolling off his lithe form in relentless waves.

"Mmm, that tastes even better..."

His eyes went wide at the obvious double meaning of my hushed words.

Then, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, I turned back, took the previously offered cone from his still outstretched hand and ate the rest of it. That guy was still staring at us, and I had to stop myself from sticking my tongue out at him in a victorious manner.

You can look, but you can't touch mister... This one is gonna be all mine!

To Be Continued...