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Here's the last chapter of Mysterious Lover. Please Enjoy.
Warning: Skip the last past if you do not want to read lemon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. It only belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
By the time Sakura arrived home Friday evening, all she wanted to do was to fall into bed, roll over and play dead.
She had not heard from her mysterious boss and so very secret lover. Which was just as well. She might have shot him. Actually, shooting was too quick and painless. Given enough time and energy, she was sure she could think of some really interesting and long-drawn-out ways to make him suffer.
Their newly announced marriage had created a minor riot at the office. "Too bad you could not be there to participate, my darling," she muttered to herself.
Of course everyone was shocked right down to their brightly painted toenails. And why not? There had never been a hint of romance between them. Not even a faint whiff. As a matter of fact, some of the women were embarrassed to remember going to her with complaints about him, only to recall that she had emphatically agreed with them.
And she married him anyway?
How could she explain? Sakura saw him exactly as they saw him. He was just – most of the time – and fair – most of the time – but had never heard that justice and fairness could be tempered with mercy. More than once she had interceded on an employee's behalf.
But if she was happy, it was obvious they were happy for her. She had accepted their teasing and congratulatory comments with good grace and tried to get some work done.
The next afternoon, she had come back from lunch to discover a surprise shower, complete with cake and streamers and gifts – all kinds of gifts, from gag to practical.
And poor dear Itachi had missed out on all the excitement. Why was it she had a hunch he had planned it that way?
What with all the added commotion in the office, Sakura had gotten behind on her work so she had stayed late tonight to catch up.
Itachi had not called in during the week nor had he contacted her through their intimate channel. Not that she could blame him. The man showed rare insight as to how she would react to what he had done.
She shook her head as she sank onto the side of the bed.
Well, she had survived, anyway. No doubt that by Monday something else would take precedence over the personal lives of the boss and his assistant. She hoped. In the meantime, Sakura was going to fill the tub full of hot water and indulge in her favorite ritual of wine, music and relaxation.
By the time she got out, she was too relaxed and at peace with the world to be angry to anyone.
She was not really so very angry at Itachi, anyway. She missed him so much to be angry. They had been married two weeks today and for most of that two weeks they had been separated.
Face it, kiddo, you are going to have a lifetime of that sort of existence, she reminded herself. She could handle that, if she knew a few of the particulars. Was he even going to live with her or would they continue to keep separate residences?
Obviously, he was going to acknowledge her as his wife. There was no reason to wonder about that any longer.
Sakura was looking under the cabinet for her small saucepan to heat some soup when the doorbell rang. She glanced down at herself in dismay. Since she was not expecting any company she was padding around the house in her flannel pajamas. The ones with the feet in them.
She had no idea who could be there. Sakura hadn't talked to her friend Ino in months. It could not be the paper boy collecting. He had been the week before.
She shrugged. When all else fails, answer the door and solve the mystery of the ringing doorbell, she told herself. Somehow that seemed to take all the fun out of the game.
"Just a minute," she called as it rang again. She ran for her bathrobe, the old fuzzy one that her mother had given her several years ago. The sash had pulled a hole in the side, which she fully intended to mend one of those days and she had spilled hot chocolate down the front, which left a lurid stain but it was comfortable and who was she trying to impress, anyway?
Glancing through the security peephole suddenly reminded her of one person she might want to impress. Scrambling to take the chain off, she unlocked the door and opened it.
"I was not sure you were home," Itachi said, standing in the hallway and looking at her rather uncertainly.
He looked so tired. There were lines in his face and dark circles under his eyes and she wanted to take him in her arms and hold him for at least a century or two for starters.
"Come in," she managed to say, stepping back and waving her arm.
He stepped in and looked around. Sakura had decorated her apartment with various pieces of furniture that she had liked. Some of them she had refinished. Some still needed work. Bright prints and silk flower arrangements gave color to the room.
She had never looked at it from another person's point of view. Sakura had filled her small home with items that meant something to her, so that old rubbed shoulders with new without much rhyme nor a great deal of reason.
It was home.
She had a sudden attack of stage fright. Sakura had no idea what sort of home Itachi had grown up in, or what his home looked like now. He was getting an idea of the type of place his wife lived in. He could very well turn around and run screaming into the night.
Only he did not.
He is probably too tired, she thought to herself. "May I take your coat?" she offered politely. He slipped it off his shoulders with a sigh.
"Sit down anywhere. Can I get you something to drink?"
She was babbling. This was Itachi, for heaven's sake. Her Itachi. She had known him forever. More important, he had known her for the same length of time.
Itachi sank down on the sofa and said, "A drink sounds fine."
"Hot? Cold? Alcoholic? Non?"
"Anything."
"Hot coffee, hot chocolate, hot apple cider –"
He glanced up at her, a look of puzzlement flashed in his midnight black eyes but it was gone as soon as it came. "You are pushing hot these days?"
"That is because it is so cold these days."
"Cold?" he looked at her with slight amusement. "Fifty is not considered cold."
"It is to me," she responded emphatically.
"Coffee is fine." He answered after a few minutes.
She put on the coffee then went back into the living room. "I just got out of the tub. I was not expecting anyone. If you excuse me, I'll go and –"
He smirked. "You look fine the way you are. The pigtails are a nice touch. I feel as though I kidnapped and married Buffy."
Wait…
Did Itachi just crack a joke??
Urgh!! The world is ending!! Hehe…
Sakura smiled. She had forgotten that she had tied her hair back. Hastily undoing the yarn, she finger-combed her hair. "Is that what you think? That you kidnapped me?"
Itachi leaned his head back on the couch and closed his tired onyx eyes. "Didn't I?"
Cautiously, Sakura sat down beside him. She had never seen him look so tired. Defeated, almost.
"Itachi?"
"Hn…" His eyes remained closed.
"You do not want to be married to me, do you?" she finally asked him. Sakura could feel the pain of the thought going through her like a laser.
A few moments passed, Itachi opened his eyes and look at her straightly in the eyes. He lifted his hand and rested it against her cheek and replied. "I want to be married to you more than anything I have ever wanted in my life," he said in a soft tone. "I am just not sure it is the best thing for you."
Sakura could feel her pulse racing. "Why?"
"You deserve more. I am 5 years older than you, so set in my ways. I am used to being on my own. I am cold and heartless. Loving me will only break your heart and make you cry."
She leaned closer so that her mouth was only inches apart from his. "None of that really matters, Itachi, if you love me and want me."
He pulled her onto his lap and began to kiss her. Between each kiss he said, "I do love you…and I want you constantly. You change me a lot." After a thorough lingering kiss he added, "But I did not give you a chance to say no."
"Why would I want to say no?" she asked, curling her arms around his neck and burying her head in his neck.
"Those fantasies I was sharing with you should have given you some clue regarding my feelings about you."
She could feel him begin to relax beneath her. At least parts of him seemed to be relaxing then there were other parts…
Itachi slid his hands into her hair and held her face still in front of him. "I missed you so much, Pinky." He murmured.
"You did?" she was sure he could feel her heart racing.
"Very much."
"Why did you not call?"
"I was afraid to, afraid to hear your voice. To be honest, I did not need the distraction, if I was ever going to get finished and get back here to you." he kissed the tip of her nose. "We have got so many years to catch up on."
She nodded. "I know. There is so much I do not know about you, your family, your friends…"
"You have been my closest friend. Always."
"But why I could not pick up on your thoughts the way you always have mine?"
"I was not sure you couldn't. I do not know. Maybe it takes practice. There were times when I did not want you to know what I was thinking, particularly, in the office."
"Your mental shield worked all right. I never had a clue that I. Uchiha was Itachi."
He hugged her to him, his hands sliding up and down her back. "Are you glad I am home?"
"I certainly am." She leaned away from him slightly and announced, "I intend to kill you."
He smiled and she noticed that he did not look quite as tired as he did when he first arrived. "How interesting," he drawled. "Hasn't anyone pointed out that it makes tougher when you announce your intentions to the proposed victim?"
"Why did you send that new nameplate and the flowers?"
His smile widened into a mischievous grin. "Did you not like them?"
"They were beautiful but you knew what a stir they had caused."
"Hn…thought that they should know."
They were silent for a few minutes when a thought suddenly came up on Sakura's mind. "Itachi…do you think we have something in common?"
He began to kiss her under her ear. "I think we have already discovered a few other things we have in common, don't you?"
Of course he was right. They had shared memories of the past several years, even if he knew more about her than she did about him. The important thing was that he was now willing to share his life with her. He had come to her as soon as he reached town, even though he was obviously tired and in need of rest and – "Oh! Your coffee!" Sakura slid off his lap and hurried into the kitchen.
When she came back in carrying a tray she discovered that he had taken off his suit coat, his tie and his shoes, and had rolled up his shirt sleeves to the elbow.
He looked so good sitting there on her couch. She had messed up his long black hair a little, running her fingers through it, but it made him look more human and less businesslike. The sizzling gleam in his eyes also added to the more human and less business look.
She sat down beside him and handed him his coffee.
He accepted it with a smile that caused her heart to skip. He took a sip and asked, "So how are things at the office?"
Obviously the office had not been on his mind for the past week or he would have called. Either that or he trusted her enough to handle whatever problems might occur in his absence. In either event, she was not going to let him off lightly. "Funny you should ask."
"Tell me."
"Well, I am not sure where to start," she said slowly, as though thinking. Tilting her head slightly she continued, "Should I tell you first about discovering that the bookkeeper has been embezzling our trust funds or that the receptionist ran off to Australia with your best investigator or that the fire only destroyed the outer offices?"
She had to give him credit. He made a quick recovery. For a second she thought for sure he was going to spill the coffee down his shirt. Instead, he sat up abruptly, instantly going businesslike and set the cup down.
"Is that true?" he said, staring at her intently.
She shrugged at his intent gaze. "No it isn't."
He leaned toward her slightly then he shook his head and pulled her into his arms again. With deliberate thoroughness he claimed her mouth with his own, as though he could not get enough of her. Finally, as he pulled away slightly, breathing unsteadily. "How was I ever so lucky to discover you?"
"You know," she said with a mock serious look on her face, "Mother and I were just discussing that very thing last week." She began to smile at the expression on his face. "We have decided you are very fortunate to have found me."
"Hn," he said. "I believe you and your mother might have a point there."
Once again he began to kiss her – soft nipping kisses that caused her toes to curl inside her pajamas. He played with her bottom lip, teasing her with his teeth then licking away any hurt with his tongue. When she heard him groan, she knew that the teasing was getting to him as much as it was her.
And yet something still bothered her.
She pushed herself away from him. "Itachi?"
"Hn…"
"We can't just keep doing this."
"Doing what?"
"Falling into each other's arms when you are in town and never talking."
He nodded. "Good point. What do you want to talk about?"
"I need to know –" She stopped and could not seem to go on.
After a few minutes, he prompted, "What is it that you need to know?"
When no answer came from Sakura, he continued, "That I love you?"
He nuzzled her neck. "I do. To distraction. That I miss you terribly? That too." He kissed her once more.
What, indeed, did she need to know? Didn't she know everything that was necessary, after all? He loved her. She loved him. He had sought her out as soon as he got home, not waiting to rest. Obviously, he wanted to be with her. Wasn't that enough?
"Nothing, really. I know all I need to know," she acknowledged with a smile, placing her arms around his neck.
He smiled and she thought her heart would melt. He had the sweetest, most loving smile and he used it so rarely. Whenever he did, it had a very potent effect on her. Talk about a concealed weapon. This man could be downright dangerous to a woman's peace of mind.
Itachi stood up, pulling her up beside him. "I have a great idea."
"What is that?"
"Why don't you show me around your apartment?"
She looked around the small are, perplexed. "But this is it. You can see the kitchen from here. The only other thing is the bath and bedro–" she grinned. "Oh. Okay. Why don't I show you the rest of my apartment?"
He nodded. "Good idea. I have never been here before."
"I know. I was surprised you knew where I lived."
"I did not," he admitted. "I had to look it up in your personal file."
She laughed and took his hand. "All right. For the grand tour I would like to point out the master bedroom suite – Do not stumble over the chair there," she added, "and the adjoining bath." The room still carried the scent of her bath oil. Turning, she said, "Was there anything else?"
"It's too small."
She looked at him blankly.
"For two people," he added helpfully.
"I am not surprised. I did not rent it for two people. Sam does not take up all that much room."
He glanced around the room. "Ah, yes, Sam. I have been eager to meet him. Where is he?"
She shrugged. "I forgot to mention that he is very shy with people at first so he is hiding somewhere. As soon as he knows he is safe with you, he will come out."
"I see. Well, another time, perhaps."
She watched him, a little uncertain of his mood. She had never been around him in this relaxed, teasing mood except, of course, for their weekend honeymoon. Even then, he had not been this lighthearted. He had been much more intense, almost desperate with her at times.
He looked down at the knot in the sash of her robe. Absently tugging at it, he said, "I did not imagine your place would be large enough for two." The knot fell apart and the robe fell open. He slid it off her shoulders and let it drop on the chair by the bed. "My place is not suitable, either. I have never cared about where I lived. I spend so little time there."
Itachi found the small catch of her zipper underneath the collar of her pajamas. He tugged at it and watched with interest as it followed a path between her breasts, past her navel and down until it reached the top of her thighs.
Sliding his hands along her shoulders he eased the one-piece pajamas off her shoulders and arms and the garment fell in a heap around her ankles.
Sakura stood before him quietly while he gazed at her beauty.
He touched the tip of her breast with one finger and watched it react to him. She could tell that he was not unaffected by his own actions. She had long since given up trying to control her uneven breathing. Her body quivered with every beat of her heart.
Itachi leaned down and gently touched his lips first to one breast then the other. He looked up at her, eyes shining with love and tenderness and desire. "I made an appointment with a realtor tomorrow, late tomorrow, to go look at the houses or if you would rather check out some condominiums, that is up to you." He pulled her unresisting body against him. "I have decided that I spend entirely too much time traveling. I have two other men who would help balance that load and if they don't want to do it, I can always hire someone else who wants to travel."
So Itachi had given a great deal of thought to their new situation. She should have known. He was a man who made his living solving problems. Their living arrangements had probably been a snap for him.
Sakura began to unfasten his shirt buttons. His touch had already started its magical work on her. She wanted to feel him against her. When he stepped back and unfastened his belt, she quickly pulled the covers back from the bed.
They would not need those heavy blankets. Sakura had a hunch she was going to be warm enough without them.
"Oh, yes, there is something else," he said, reaching out into his pants pocket. Once he stepped out of them and draped them over the bed, Itachi held out his hand. Lying on his palm was a gold wedding band, intricately carved and studded with diamonds. Taking her left hand, he slipped the ring onto her third finger.
Raising her hand he kissed it then looked at her with love-filled eyes. "Thank you for marrying me, Mrs. Uchiha. I am looking forward to many happy years together with you."
She smiled and hugged him around the waist. "I have a hunch that the pleasure is going to be all mine."
He put his arms around her, brought his lips to her chin and warmed it with his breath until she could stand it no longer. She pulled away – their eyes met in the darkness of the room – and came back to him with her lips parted, her tongue meeting his, kissing in a frenzy of passionate anticipation.
Then Itachi stood there, pulled his white briefs down, letting her lover saw how big and ready he was and knelt on the bed. She pulled him down to her and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
He took her nipples, the color of raspberry sherbet between his lips. His hands roam over her beautiful and curvaceous body. He kissed her feet, her hair, her eyelids, her underarms. He positioned himself atop her body then rolled over so she was atop him and she straddled him.
Their eyes communicated something both were thinking but not saying. Then, finally, he entered her. They rolled over again, putting him on top of her once more, where his thrusts seemed to move right through her and penetrate the mattress.
Sakura moaned so loud that it made Itachi to move faster, thrusting up and down continuously into her hot and pulsating core. Minutes passed and both were nearing their highest point. Sakura came first; her muscles tightening on his cock that it almost made Itachi release his own semen, before releasing the white hot fluid. Almost after her climax, Itachi came too, emptying his seed inside of her.
The climax was endless. It was as if an avalanche had struck and they were tumbling headfirst into the pure white, the freezing beauty of the blizzard, drowning the excitement and incredible sensations of a joy that had never been experienced.
He rolled over her, she over him, he over her again and they fell noisily to the floor. She pulled his long raven hair and screamed and then all at once began to whimper and cry, digging her teeth into his shoulder, begging him not to stop, forbidding him to stop.
When it was over, he freed himself from her body and lay next to her on the bed. Sakura faced Itachi and told him how much she had missed him. She smiled when he said the same about her.
Itachi pulled her close to him and laid her head on his chest. He put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. They remained silent for a few minutes. He was about to say something to her when he noticed her slow and deep breathing. His gaze softened. The thing he was about to say to her can wait tomorrow but for now he will enjoy this time with her.
He ran his hand through her hair, lifting the soft strands from her face and let the rise and fall of her breathing lull him to sleep.
A/N:
Sorry to keep you waiting. I know it's been a long time since I last update this story. I was busy getting ready for college and other important stuffs so I could not find time to update this story. And sorry to disappoint all of you but this will be the last chapter. In just 2 or 3 weeks I'll be entering college and it'll be hard for me to find time to update my story since I'll be focusing on my studies so I decided to end this. I'm sorry if things turn out this way. I hope you wouldn't kill me for this. Don't worry I'll be posting an epilogue for this story and it won't be long because I've already finished typing it up.
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