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Caution: By reading this chapter you are telling me that your old enough. Please do not read if you don't like lemons. Proceed at your own risk! (I couldn't resist saying that XD)

Chapter 8: Moonlit Lovers

Sakura stood very still. She didn't know how to respond to his touch. His lips locked onto hers and they shared their second kiss. It was slow and deep, his arms snaked around her waist pulling her close. She closed her eyes and savored the moment. His hand once again sliding up under her shirt to caress her breast. Squeezing it gently, making her gasp. Her nipple hardened under Itachi's palm. She inhaled sharply, taking in his scent.

"Sakura." He mumbled against her mouth, his kisses becoming more possessive.

He quickly stripped Sakura down to her bare flesh. The moonlight streamed into her room, basking her in a warm glow. Itachi took in her creamy skin, pert breasts, and a thatch of pink curls. Sakura tried to be modest, using one hand to shield her breasts and the other to hide her curls. Her cheeks were tinted a heavy pink, her body was riding the edge of embarrassment and heady lust. Though a virgin she could feel moisture gather at her core.

Itachi snapped off his cloak, followed by his fishnet top and dark pants. Sakura drank in his visage; Taunt tanned skin and rippling muscle. His silky black bangs and dark eyes added to the perfection. He removed her hands and place them on his chest.

"Touch me."

Sakura's fingertips traced over the ridges on his chest, dipping lower to caress the dark trail that lead to the real prize. Nervously she squeezed him, gauging his response. His lips parted as she stroked him.

"Harder."

Itachi's head tilted backwards in pleasure as her thumb brushed over his tip roughly. She grasped him harder and slid her hand up and down his silky length. She watched in fascination as he started to tremble slightly. This made her feel powerful, since Itachi was one of the most dangerous ninja of his time. To make him tremble and his hips buck towards her when she ran her thumb over his tip repeatedly gave her a rush of satisfaction. He felt himself quickly reaching the edge and grabbed her hand, stalling her.

His fingers trailed slowly on her skin, down to her heated core. Sakura moaned as he brushed over the slick heated lips and dipped his fingers into her. The response was immediate. Her legs opened for him, her belly jumping slightly at this new feeling and her walls clenching around him. Itachi watched her, arching her body against him; wanting more. He removed his fingers, which were covered in a clear fluid. He could tell from her tightness, she was pure. Taking her now would be even sweeter.

He lifted her slightly and walked to the bed where he put her down. She looked up at him with those beautiful green eyes. Eyes that were full of lusty pleasure and innocent curiosity. He directed her on all fours, her frame shining in the moonlight; she looked like a forbidden goddess. He grasped her hips and brought his member to her entrance, leaning over her slightly and kissing her neck. He knew this would hurt her a little.

She felt his pulsing member and waited, holding her breath. He slid his member in, thrusting hard, breaking her barrier. She gasped at the pain, but did not cry out. Itachi shuddered in pleasure as her walls clenched around him, to the point it was almost painful. He grabbed a handful of her long pink hair and tilted her lips up to his.

She moaned into his mouth as he started to thrust hard and deep.

"Oh, Itachi!" She cried out, tearing her lips from his. He threw his head back once more and reveled in the pleasure. Itachi increased the pace, making Sakura moan and pant in short spurts. He soon came, stilling in her and leaning over her form, panting hotly in her ear. She'd climaxed with him and collapsed on the bed. His sweat slicked body rested on top and she rested happily on the bottom.

He slid out of her and rolled to one side of the bed. Sakura felt languid and tired, but content. She stared at her lover, his face turned to gaze out at the moonlight. The sheets felt cool under her belly. The room smelled strongly of sex, but they didn't mind.

A myriad of emotions played over her face. Happiness, confusion, and sadness. Would he ever love her?? He wouldn't throw her away like trash, would he? No male, boy or man, ever loved her. They always saw her as a friend or a confidant, or even worse, a sister. She relaxed and closed her eyes. Itachi was different. He was dark and haunting, but still upheld a moral code.

She giggled.

"Itachi-kun." She said affectionately, grabbing his attention.

He turned his dark eyes on her and smirked.

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"Tch, too bitter." Deidara made a face, putting a cup of coffee down.

"How does Tobi drink that? Is this stuff the reason for him being so hyper?" He stared into the brown liquid, taking a finger and poking it with boredom. Rin's face appeared behind him, her reflection rippling back at him. He turned, wanting to goad her.

"So Rin, where's your boyfriend?" Rin flushed on the bridge of her nose.

"Shut up!" She whacked him on the head.

"Ow." Deidara grabbed his head.

"Your vicious." He complained.

She smirked.

"You know it."

"RIN-C-H-A-N" A voice boomed. Rin groaned and turned.

Tobi came up behind her and grinned, running a hand through his messy hair and blushing faintly.

"Rin, I really enjoyed last night. The way you got on all fours and commanded me to-" Tobi's mouth was slammed shut by Rin's hand.

Deidara was already bellowing with laughter.

"BAKA! What have I told you??!!" Rin was punching a fist in the air and then swinging dangerously close to her lover.

"Save me Deidara-senpai!"

CLONK. BANG. DONG. CLASH. CRAAASSHHH.

"Hmph." Rin left the kitchen, her nose in the air.

Food littered the kitchen floor and splashed up against the walls. Two figures coughed, both covered in flour. Deidara supported two lumps on his head, while Tobi supported five. Tobi picked up one of the severely bent pans and grinned, rubbing his head.

"That wasn't so bad…"

The cup of coffee that was sitting on the table (one leg was broken), slid to the end and fell over; the liquid dribbled on Deidara's head.

Dink.

The coffee cup landed on one of his bumps.

Tears leaked out of his eyes. The next meeting he was going to request switching partners. If not, one of them was going to die.

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A/N: I want to incorporate a line from Racing Stripes for Tobi. I find it hilarious and it fits him perfectly: "He's a killing machine disguised as an idiot."

I decided to add this chapter the same day as chapter seven. (since I got so many wonderful reviews!)

THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR ALL THE REVIEWS!!!!!!!!! -

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