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The Thirty-Third Hour: Breathless I
They had gone on like that for hours, sometimes incorporating more than just plain melee moves. She had used the few ninjutsu she had learned as well. He appears untouched, not even a bead of sweat on his perfect skin, but she is breathless.
"This is great," she muses out loud. "It's like getting hours of training crammed into a moment in reality."
He gives her credit for that, because he finds it very clever. "On the negative side, I have seen all your moves."
"But one," she corrects. Before he could ponder further, she creates a crater in the ground with her fist. At his unfazed expression, she grins. "Did that surprise you?"
He merely smirks. "Impressive, but why show your opponent your last trick?"
She breathes for a while, attempting to calm the adrenaline down. When she is almost at her usual pace, he suppresses the urge to rouse her again, just to see her breathless once more.
Unbeknownst to this, she calms down and speaks openly. "Because you're not my opponent."
The Thirty-Fourth Hour: Breathless II
He doesn't know if that was an insult or a compliment, but when she turns to him, body lying limp on the ground, eyes gleaming with purity, he seeks to touch her.
She was just recovering from fatigue, but he found it so very enticing. When he approaches her, she looks unsure.
He kneels down and takes out a hand, lightly making contact with her right cheek.
"Uh…Itachi?"
"What is it?"
"I should be-" His fingers comb through her hair. "-asking you that." His (warm) palm cups her cheek. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he lies.
"Yeah, right." She grabs his wrist, but when she tries to pry his calloused hand off, it does not budge. How is he so strong? But she has no time to swoon over his superior raw strength. "Let go," she warns.
He finally knows how he can make her breathless again, without sparring this time.
He kisses her.
The Thirty-Fifth Hour: Breathless III
She doesn't move for the first few moments, so he takes it upon himself to caress her lips gently with his own. He treats her with care, because he thinks it unruly to engage her in anything rougher. But as she starts to respond to the exchange, he finds it difficult to keep this slow pace. Pulling back and observing her, he sees that her eyes are slightly dazed. He sees parted lips, flushed cheeks, tousled tresses, and he knows she wants him to ravage her some more.
He goes in for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. Wrapping a hand around her head, he brings her up to deepen the kiss. Previously laid limp beside her, her arms come up to wrap around his torso, although she could do nothing more than clutch onto his cloak tightly. He doesn't mind, because that means her full attention is on their lips where they are making direct contact.
He was right in his predictions. She is breathless.
The Thirty-Sixth Hour: Mischievous
She can't comprehend what had just happened. She only knows heat, passion, and pleasure, and that Itachi was the source of all of them.
When he releases her, he sets her back down onto the ground gently, his hand lingering behind her head. He traces her lower lip with a thumb before tracing his own with the same digit, silently comparing the softness.
Noticing how her full attention was still on him, he formulates an idea in his head. Giving a sly smile, he thrusts his tongue out and licks his finger –the one that touched both their lips.
It was extremely provocative.
Regretting her decision of watching the scene, she immediately flushes a darker shade of red and turns away.
Who knew Itachi could be so…mischievous?
The Thirty-Seventh Hour: Irony
Because she was still exhausted (from both the spar and the breath-seizing kiss), he decided it was okay for her to just lie there.
But after a long time of doing nothing, he found the lack of action boring. This was a thought he never expected to have. Itachi was usually fine with peace and quiet, because it gave him time to reflect. After meeting Sakura however, he has found himself growing more and more impatient for action, at least when it came to the pink-haired kunoichi.
He watched as her eyelashes fluttered lazily, eyes slowly drooping shut.
She was -rather peacefully- falling asleep. In a genjutsu. In Tsukuyomi.
He almost wanted to laugh at the irony of it all.
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