This was absolutely ridiculous.

There he was laying on her bed alone, with his face hurried in her pillow. How exactly did he become like this?

3 hours earlier

He stood staring at the door, the same door he'd blatantly ignored many times to use a window instead, just to hear her scold him about it. Oh, how amusing it was to annoy her. He had just returned from a terribly uneventful mission. He should go home and have tea with his mother. They hadn't spent enough time together lately (according to her anyway). But somehow the door was more compelling, to be more accurate, what was behind the door was more compelling.

He really should get home though...

He used the door this time, unlocking it with the spare key she hid in a fake rock. Closing the door behind him as he entered, he looked around.

She's not here

He stepped further into her small but cozy apartment and headed straight to her bedroom.

And that's how he now found himself on her bed, taking deep breaths of her sweet raspberry scent lingering in her bedsheets and pillows.

Truly ridiculous.

"Itachi?"

He stopped himself from jumping at the sudden break of silence. How had he not sensed her coming? What had this woman done to him?

I wonder what he's doing here.

"I didn't know you were coming back today" she said softly in case he was asleep.

Receiving a grunt in return, she headed towards the closet and changed into a white tank top and pink shorts.

He watched her every move, recalling how her bare skin felt against his, how her eyes always shone so brightly, how soft her luscious-

"Are you ok?" His thoughts were interrupted by the very voice that had haunted him ever since their... "relations" started.

"I'm fine" his voice came out a lot raspier then he intended. Maybe from laying on his stomach too long. He mentally scowled, even his reasoning made no sense. His train of thought was once more put to a halt when he felt her weight on his back and immediately tensed.

"You're clearly not ok" He could hear the hidden laughter in her voice. He relaxed as he felt her small hand massaging his neck and shoulders.

He let out a content sigh -this is bad- he grunted in protest and instantly regretted it the moment she slipped off and sat beside him. He turned to her and decided she looked positively sexy in the little clothes she had on.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

"Tell me"

"..."

"Itachi!" She whined and pouted, irritated with him ignoring her.

"I said I'm fine" He turned his head so not to face her.

This really surprised her, He was never like this even on bad days. He was acting like a child getting ready for a tantrum. 'How cute' she giggled which got his attention and earned her one of his infamous glares.

"Quit being a baby and tell me what's wrong" she said with a playful grin plastered on her delicate face.

He sat up and locked eyes with her. He could spend all day staring into those endless pools of gleaming emerald green.

She waited in anticipation for an answer and was more than shocked when he spoke the words she never thought he'd utter.

"I love you"