A/N: I know, I know! I haven't updated in like forever! But u see for these last two weeks I've been in writing camp WRITING other things. So yea! And I've been writing on my other story Wounds of the Heart Hurt More (check that story out I think its my most popular!) So here we go!
Chapter 8: itaxsaku
He wanted something. She could tell.
He stared at her as she stirred the batter slowly.
His stare was usually emotionless and solemn, which she guessed you could say was what it looked like now. There was "the stare", "the glare", and the somewhat "amused" look and it seemed that Itachi was just impassive at this moment.
Itachi didn't turn away as she looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
He took a step forward.
But Sakura could tell.
She turned around, an eyebrow raised.
"What do you want?"
"Hn…" A smirk.
There was a small twinkle in his eye, a tiny curl on his lips. He was up to something.
He walked up to her now.
Itachi stood a centimeter in front of her, his warm breath tickling her face.
Sakura could tell.
He licked the tip of her nose where a little of the batter had landed.
"Hn." That "hn" was like a laugh in his mysterious language.
He ran his smooth lips over hers.
"You're messy when you cook."
Itachi gave her one last sexy look and then stalked towards the bedroom.
Oh, he wanted something.
Sakura smirked pushing the messy batter away and walking to the bedroom.
Sakura could tell.
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