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About this chapter: More of just a filler chapter, all leading to the hectic chapter 15. This was more just to offer a look at how Hinata is spending her weekend, when she is not worrying of course. The faux fight in the middle is more symbolic of course, I'm sure you can figure out what to as I believe I mention it somewhere there.

Also, I know you've read chapter 10 so you know what goes on there XD This chapter will contain M rated material in the form of sensual nature ;] So, if you're underage, blah blah, "don't read" disclaimer. It's after the X in the middle of the page here, after the fight. But I wanted to offer a little bit different type of scene/setting here than in chapter ten, although they'll be similar, just a look at that side of the relationship XD So, the descriptions will be similar and yet different, because of the setting and pace. Just bear that in mind.

Anyway, that's pretty much it. Just fleshing it out more before the big drama ^_^ Gotta mix it up a bit. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters. I do not own the title of this fic. No money is made from this.

I remember to say though, I apologize if anyone is OOC as these are my interpretations of them, adjusted to fit an AU storyline and this plot as well as changed roles and such.

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If I Fell

Chapter 14

All weekend long Hinata tried to push Sasuke's threat to the back of her mind. She had told Itachi everything she knew. Why was she still worrying? Her gut twisted into painful knots every time she thought about their private conversation on Thursday.

The younger Uchiha was not to be taken lightly; she could tell he had some sort of plan he was going to reveal at the end of the weekend. She just hoped it wouldn't ruin the wonderful time Itachi was having with his family, her own happiness pushed completely aside.

Some of her time was spent exploring the house, looking at old photos with Mikoto. There were so many that Hinata wanted copies of. Her favorites were of the brother's together when Itachi was in middle school and Sasuke was in elementary. She could picture easily, how it must have been to grow up in this house.

There were plenty of pictures of the brothers reading together, Itachi holding the book and Sasuke pointing excitedly at the contents. Her childhood had never been punctuated by a scene as happy as this. Itachi often gave his brother piggy-back rides, the two of them laughing and smiling.

She laughed anytime she saw Itachi ruffling Sasuke's hair in a picture, as the younger Uchiha's face was priceless. There were happy pictures from summer festivals; the brother's hugging after Itachi's return from summer camp. The boys' attempts at photographing each other were humorous, such as Sasuke taking pictures of Itachi opening a can of soda or Itachi capturing Sasuke kicking at the camera.

They even had pictures with Madara, always pulling some sort of wicked prank on the boys. Or if he wasn't actually pulling the prank in the pictures, he had just pulled it and was going to reap the benefits or punishment of his plan.

Hinata couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of their happy memories. Most of her pictures showed an extremely bashful and unhappy child, awkwardly posing because she was scared of the camera; if she were in the pictures at all. Hanabi enjoyed the attention so much more.

But she could see, when Itachi left for college, just how unhappy Sasuke seemed to become, how much the brothers did not smile. If they were in pictures together, Sasuke seemed to be shooting daggers at Itachi every time, if he wasn't trying to argue with him. Itachi always seemed to be carved from stone; his expressions grew increasingly darker and stoic.

"It is nice to see Itachi smiling again," Mikoto told them as they finished going through the photo albums. Hinata nodded her agreement. The family pictures had made her smile as well. She could tell that Mikoto and Fugaku were so proud of their sons.

"You didn't show her pictures of Itachi's naked rear did you?" Madara asked as he walked outside holding several antique kunai knives, several in each clenched fist. Hinata dared not question what he was planning to do with them.

"No, she showed me yours," Hinata shot back, having warmed up to his sense of humor.

"Glorious isn't it?" he joked as he disappeared out the back door. But she had seen the Uchiha brother's baby pictures, as well as the occasional bath picture. She felt it wise not to remark about how much Itachi's rear end had not changed, at least, in front of his mother.

Unfortunately, Hinata still had homework to complete while on their weekend trip. Dutifully, she spent a few hours on it every day until it was completed. It wasn't all bad, just reading and drawing. She used the natural landscapes and house as the basis for her current inspiration.

"How are things going?" Neji asked as he had called her cell phone one night. He had known Hinata would be away for the weekend. He wasn't happy about it, but he could do nothing to stop it as he stirred plain rice in a pot to keep it from sticking to the bottom.

"Oh they couldn't be better," she smiled, watching Itachi spar lightly with his father in hand to hand combat. It was almost poetic, or like a dance. She could see Sasuke's jealous eyes as they caught her own for a brief second. "The house is just beautiful. I'll have lots of new pictures to show you."

"Wonderful," he said evenly, glancing around at his own apartment, which somehow felt emptier than usual tonight. He guessed his neighbors were gone until late as their loud television set was not blaring through his walls. "And his family?"

"They're very nice." The backlight of the sinking sun was casting long shadows across the Uchiha men in the garden, giving them impression of two different sights. "I like them."

"Yes, but do they like you?"

"Of course," she smiled. But Neji remained unconvinced until she finally brought him around with descriptions of how meeting his parents went, while he analyzed the situations. Then she explained various other activities she had engaged in with the family so far.

"Well Hinata-chan," he sighed, rubbing his temple, "it sounds like they adore you." That was as close to Neji's blessing as she was going to get. They spoke a few more minutes before they shared goodbyes and Hinata deposited her phone into her pocket.

"Would you like to try Hinata-chan?" Madara asked, all kidding aside as he gestured to where Sasuke was fighting his father now. The younger man had a type of fierceness his brother lacked. He was determined to give a better performance.

Hinata had tried years and years ago with her own father, in hopes that she would claim the family line of dojos. She was sad to say that she was a miserable fighter. Hanabi had kicked her ass plenty of times and she had taken some rather hard injuries.

Her own father had been a prized champion as well as perfecting and teaching ancient family techniques, not to mention his own style. Over the years he had fought and trained hundreds of wealthy and talented individuals, as well as police officers and military.

From a young age he had insisted that there was no hope for her, though he still tried for a time. But eventually, he came to fully believe his own words and stopped her training altogether, which Hinata had found a bit of a relief. He instead, settled for marrying her off to the first eligible bachelor that would have her, faults and all. But obviously that had failed as well, and so he wrote her out of his life before she brought dishonor to the prestigious family name.

Neji, who had never undergone the training, figured it out and began to perfect his uncle's sacred techniques. He was a force to be reckoned with on campus and so most avoided fighting him.

"You're not asking her to join in your games are you? How crude," Mikoto teased as she appeared on the back deck, carrying a tray laden with tea for everyone. "I'm not sure Itachi would appreciate damaging his fiancée."

"No, I would not," he smiled. "I would have to take my vengeance out on all of you."

"I'm not afraid of you," Madara told him, rolling his eyes. Faster than the other man could track, Itachi grabbed him from behind, an arm circling his neck and a kunai pressed hard to his jaw while Madara stood stock frozen, his mouth dangling unattractively open.

"I think you should be," Itachi breathed.

"Now now boys," Mikoto chided as Fugaku joined her on the deck, grabbing a cold cup of tea and sitting down on the steps. Itachi released him as he moved instead to put his arms around Hinata.

"You're not too scared to fight are you?" Sasuke asked her, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she said darkly, showing she still remembered.

"Then how about you fight me?" he said playfully.

"How about we both fight you?" Itachi interjected, trying to keep the mood light. He knew if he faced his brother on his own, then the fight might end at the hospital.

"Whatever," Sasuke said sullenly. He moved into a beginning stance. Hinata wasn't sure what Itachi meant until he began to position her like a puppet only he didn't relinquish his hold once the fight started.

His hands guided her arms perfectly, as she had seen him fight with his father. She just allowed him complete control as their breathing mixed in the chilly night air. But she couldn't stop the feeling that she was just in the middle of their private fight. She was just a tool.

Sasuke was unable to attack around Hinata as he wanted to, longing to draw blood from his brother. Hinata was unable to tear from Itachi's arms. Itachi was unwilling to back down to Sasuke.

It therefore ended in a draw, both of them holding the kunai to each other's throats. Hinata could feel the cold metal of the deadly sharpened side pressing into the softness of her flesh before it was pulled away.

"Good show!" Madara called clapping his hands into the empty air. The Uchiha parents eyed their sons warily as the three of them climbed the steps back into the house. If it looked to them, like it looked to Hinata, then this weekend could end in a disaster yet.

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It was the last night of their visit, Saturday. The next afternoon they would be heading back to his apartment. Hinata was going to miss their time spent in his parents' home, the family atmosphere, feeling as if she belonged, and she hoping that she truly did.

The couple was secluded in Itachi's room, resting on his bed after the evening's activities. She was resting comfortably against his bare chest as his hands roamed her wet hair absentmindedly. She was not used to having his hard body against hers yet and so every time they touched it was still like the first time for her. She wondered vaguely if she would ever take it for granted.

She smiled up at him as he kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, nose, and lips. Itachi could taste the faint traces of her jasmine body wash as he slowly inhaled her skin, committing the scent to memory. Her lips were still just as supple as he gently drank them.

Soft sounds rose in her throat, trapped by the cavern of her mouth and their combined tongues as he gently probed. She couldn't believe they were actually behaving this way in his parents' home, but his gentle insistence was hard to resist. Her questions of 'what if' his mother walked in and found them this way died unasked on her lips, something awakening in her.

His powerful body began to cover hers, his hands resting on either side of her head as his kisses grew more heated on her wet lips and jaw line. She was still like a drug to him; he had to have more once he had a taste; his own antidepressant. It was subconsciously part of his dominating nature.

Itachi gently dipped his mouth to the luscious curve of her neck before he began to trail further. Her hands tangled in his hair, hoping to have some effect of where he would choose to suck and gently nip away as she sighed gently amongst the pillows. He could feel something awaking in himself as well, his boxers tightening uncomfortably.

The thin material of her soft floral print nightgown was no match for his mission. He slid the straps down her shoulders gently with his mouth, his nose gently teasing the pallid landscape beneath it. He smiled as her fingernails raked through his hair gently, her back arching familiarly, her perky breasts brushing his chest.

He ghosted his mouth across the surface of her skin, as he nudged the tops of the gown down below the mounds, listening to her breath catch in her throat, her body squirming beneath his. A wanton moan threatened to break free from her bitten lips as she restrained it, only just. This was delightful torture.

Already he could smell her womanly scent before he buried his face between the twin peaks, licking and sucking any skin he could wrap his mouth around. Her hands held him fast; he knew she loved this. Hinata could feel her toes curling as he took one of her hardened buds in the warm cavern of his glorious mouth, pulling with his perfect teeth.

Just when she thought she might explode, he switched sides, pulling the other awakened blossom inside, gently swirling that devilish tongue around. Her eyes were threatening to roll backwards into her head, her body on fire. Itachi could only smile, knowing he was the only one to cause her this much pleasure.

Itachi continued his descent on her body, alternating between licking and kissing the pallid, flawless skin right down to her navel, his fingers pulling the dress down slowly. The dress was his enemy, shielding such a beautiful body from his view. Hinata always saw summer fireworks behind her eyes every time they met in bed.

Her fingers managed to trace soft lines on his sweaty skin or tangle in his loose locks. The worn out nightgown was sliding down her hips to be deserted on the floor and his mouth was continuing. He gently spread her legs apart, taking a calf on each shoulder and lowering his head.

"No, don't," she gasped, realizing where he was going to place his mouth. Her period was finished, but she was always shy about his mouth venturing that far. Itachi merely smiled at her, his hand gently playing with the silky plum curls there, his fingers gently spreading her inner most region.

"Don't worry," he said quietly, his eyes darkening with lust. She could feel his hot breath before his mouth locked on, sucking as she whimpered. Itachi could taste her fully now, delighting in the sweet treat. Hinata's mouth opened and closed automatically, unable to make sounds as a pleasant chills spread through her body.

"Itachi," she breathed softly. He continued to prepare her body, his hands gently working her legs and hips as well in circles. The bed groaned every now and again with their movements or changing weight. Hinata thought she wasn't going to be able to contain herself if he didn't pause soon. He relished in the soft moans leaving her wet lips, the slightest twitch of her body when something felt good.

It was a cruel game of teasing her, testing her to see how far she would go before making a sound. She was trying to contain her exuberance at his actions but it was almost impossible. He wanted to push her to the very brink, relishing in the almost teenage danger of being discovered.

Eventually, he stopped, lowering her legs back to the bed, and standing to remove his black silk boxers. She watched from her sweaty post on the bed, the material gliding slowly down the muscles and to his ankles, exposing his manhood to her prying eyes.

She flushed with color as she looked away. She still couldn't believe that she belonged to this man. Itachi still found this endearing, as he slowly crawled back up the bed and positioned his body over hers. His lips found hers as he slowly eased himself into her tight, warm body, her buttermilk legs wrapping around his slender waist.

This time, she did release a small cry, but of pleasure and not pain. She had craved him inside of her the last few days, her walls holding him close, pulsating in her darkest cavern. Itachi loved the feeling of being at the most intimate with her, their bodies joined as one. He never tired of it. This was where he belonged.

As he gradually built his speed, their lips met heatedly. Hinata lifted her body so that she could feel more of Itachi. They were creating art, a beautiful painting with their bodies. His hands sought her hips, holding her firmly as his thrusts grew more erratic.

She loved the confidence and power he exuded when he would take her like this. He was dominating and that was extremely attractive. Their breathing was harsh, sweat sliding off their skin, as flesh slapped together.

Her fingers wrapped tightly in the long silky strands of his hair none too gently as his thrusts moved her bodily into the bed, sometimes scratching his back or holding his neck. Her legs were spread fairly wide, her knees able to touch under his arms if she tried, her toes delicately pointed.

He licked and sucked every available surface of skin as he moved within her, his arms supporting his weight. His long body brushed against hers repeatedly, the contact encouraging him. He couldn't stop arching his own back or groaning in complete pleasure.

Her walls squeezed him almost to the point of becoming painful as her release shook through her. His seed filled the cavern soon after, making her feel satisfied and whole as he kissed her hard. He allowed his head to fall into the crook of her neck as she hugged him close, gently rubbing his back or stroking his hair.

Hinata rolled into his arms, despite their heat, and snuggled close as they resumed their original position. Itachi whispered his love in her ear, smoothing her hair back into place. His room now held one more great memory, he smiled. He hoped they could do this every holiday they returned for.

But as he tried to fall asleep as easily as she had, something prickled in his gut that had nothing to do with the consummation of love they had just exhibited. The weekend as almost over; he should have been excited, but he couldn't shake the feeling of dread so easily.

Itachi lay awake for another hour, trying to reason with himself that he had nothing to fear. But was he so sure, even after he shut his eyes for the millionth time that night? It plagued him like a fox to a hen house.

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