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Chapter 4: After hours or The Finish Line

There she stood in front of his house. The contemporary home loomed over her as if threatening to swallow her whole. Large plate glass windows accompanied by smooth textures and lines gave a pleasant preview to the inside. She took a few moments to herself before entering the home now. Inputting a sequence of numbers into the keypad at the main entrance she let herself in. Trying to remain covert she closes the door behind her with extra care before slipping off the pair of strappy heels from her feet. With equally careful steps she headed in the direction of the main bedroom.

The sound of liquid pouring into a glass resonated throughout the eerily quiet home.

'Shit,' she thought to herself now hearing this. Her shoulders slumped in defeat now redirecting herself to the kitchen, giving up on her mission to sneak in undetected.

There he stood at the white marbled island at the center of the kitchen. Wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants he took a few gulps of water from his glass. After quenching his thirst his onyx eyes locked onto hers.

"Four hours," he states plainly.

"I know I said I'd be here two hours ago—"

"I'll meet you in my bedroom."

Deciding not to bicker any further she retreats to her original destination. Dreading what awaits her she took a seat on his bed. Observing the overall minimalistic room she notices a book on one of the side tables beside the bed. Reaching out to the familiar book she opens it to reveal a collection of photos. Smiling to herself she recalls fondly the photo album she put together for him on their 2nd anniversary.

'Gosh I was such a sappy 17 year old.'

What sparked her to put together this album was when Itachi first moved out of his family home after graduating high school. She had known him long enough to know that he wasn't the type to decorate his place with photos of his loved ones along the walls. Figuring this would be a good idea, a photo album was the natural solution. He appreciated the collection of his cherished photos stowed away even after 7 years.

In front of her now she viewed a photo of a young Itachi and Sasuke on top of a mountain with a gorgeous view in the background after a hike. Turning the page revealed a collection of photos from one of Kankuro's birthday parties. His brother along with hers were all gathered at a pottery class. Photos of them covered in dried clay holding an assortment of their lumpy creations caused her smile to grow. Kankuro had always been the most creative out of her and her brothers.

Consumed by her thoughts she got lost reminiscing even further now.

It was hard to remember the exact moment she met Itachi. He would always tease her saying he remembered perfectly and she would always rebuttal it was due to his old age, despite the only two year age gap.

…9 years ago…

Temari lied on her bed staring up at the ceiling.

"Seriously Itachi, I think your version of that day is terribly skewed."

Sitting on a chair positioned near the desk in her room the boy couldn't contain his smirk.

"Say what you want but it's the truth. I would be the one to remember it correctly."

This caused her to roll over onto her stomach, propping herself up with her elbows now. With her eyes rolling she refuted, "Yeah, because you're such an old man."

"Or maybe because I developed consciousness earlier than you. I was 8, you can barely remember what you ate yesterday, let alone remember what you did when you were 8 years old too."

Despite him trying to reason with her she grunted with a scowl on her face. This expression resulted in a laugh from the male.

"6 year old you grunted just like that when I didn't want to share my dango with you."

…Present…

Regardless of how many times Itachi would explain the story to her she refused to believe how bratty he recalled her. Her mother raised her to be a relatively respectful young lady, or at least she thought so.

The two of them met during the height of her fathers paranoia. After the passing of her beloved mother her father tended to take all three of his children on his travels more frequently. Whether it was for leisure or business he toted them across the world for a long period of time. Eventually he finally relinquished his reigns to their longtime caregiver, Baki.

According to Itachi, Temari was seen holding onto both of her brothers hands when they met. With their fathers in a nearby conference room at MI Uchiha, Itachi's little brother wanted to play with both Gaara and Kankuro. For some odd reason or another Temari refused to let Gaara and Kankuro play with Sasuke. Both of the Uchiha's left for a few minutes and came back with skewered dango balls. Due to this Temari approached the boys requesting some. Unfortunately for her Itachi was spiteful when it came to his younger brother. Even with Baki overlooking the children he refused to give her any, causing Temari's face to scrunch up along with releasing a grunt.

As time passed the more moments shared between the Sabaku's and Uchiha's intersected. Fugaku and Rasa were alike in regards to their personalities and would even spend more time hanging out outside of business purposes. Family vacations would often be joint, naturally bringing their children closer to one another. To put it short— things were simpler then. Temari could not pinpoint an exact moment in time where things went south between her and Itachi.

A series of polaroids now on another page of the photo album was in front of her. She traced each one as she analyzed the collection of polaroids. All appearing to be taken in quick spurts showed Itachi with a soft smile in front of a cake with a variety of fruits elegantly arranged. The next showed a photo of him blowing out the candles. Following that photo showed Temari's index finger covered in icing in the forefront with Itachi in the background, his eyes were widened now at this point. Itachi's cheek know smeared with a bit of icing was what came next in the sequence. The final photo displayed an angled selfie of the two of them sharing a chaste kiss, Temari's cheek now with a matching smear of icing.

Perhaps his constant added responsibilities at MI Uchiha were to blame. Fugaku's cynical disposition could have rubbed off on his first born.

Temari quickly shook these ideas out of her mind. She's always known Itachi as a high achiever. He has always been responsible and determined. Regardless of what was thrown his way he managed to remain cool, calm and collected. Whether or not the situation being stressful, the Itachi she's always known excelled under any circumstance.

Now being honest with herself she thought of the major turning point of their relationship.

Once Temari reached the age of 15 was when Itachi and her made things official. Being together for 9 years thus far did not come smoothly. Some temporary break ups between the two individuals throughout the years was natural. Hitting certain milestones caused a rift between the couple. Although two years of an age difference could not be considered a major 'gap', it still held its challenges. The hardest rift between them was the summer Itachi graduated high school, right before enrolling in college in the fall. They separated after graduation briefly. During this time Itachi spent the entire summer with his closest cousin, Shisui. It was the typical summer affluent high school graduates had before entering college; traveling abroad, exploring various different countries and checking things off their bucket lists. During this expedition is when she came along.

Izumi.

Izumi was a fleeting summer fling. A natural free spirited girl that Itachi and Shisui met during their travels. During the third week of their non-stop adventure is when they met Izumi in a country they were passing through. She was easy going, sweet, and overall a lovely individual to be around. The days and nights blurred during that summer. Passing by faster than Itachi could handle. As the trio galavanted across the nation, Temari was a miserable 16 year old. Heart broken at the separation and she even frequently called Itachi during the summer. Only able to reach his voicemail she left messages. Some casual at first just to put up a front that she was okay with the separation and just checking to see how his summer was going. But the longer he ignored her calls the more her emotions shifted. Casual messages turned into bitter ones, bitter messages morphed into sorrowful ones, sorrowful messages finally fizzled out to no messages. Just as Temari's emotions fizzled out, the summer came to a close. Izumi had a confession to make to the boys she got to know during the summer. She was ill.

Terminally ill. Her physicians projected a few more months of life so she lived it to the fullest that summer.

Because of this, it was the only way Temari found out about this summer fling. Barely just a month after summer ended Izumi passed away. Itachi and Shisui went to the funeral to pay their respects. But the night that he found out he was devastated. She still remembers the call she received from him at 3AM in Suna. Considering he had practically cut her off throughout that entire summer it was odd to get a call from him. Figuring that it was an emergency she answered. That was when she listened to him for several hours. He needed someone to be there for him. While Temari felt dejected she still cared for him. She still loved him.

Whole heartedly she believes this was the continental shift between her and him. Whole heartedly she knows that he still holds on to her.

Now entering the room Itachi stands in front of her. Seeing her absentmindedly staring at the photo album he takes it. After closing the book her returns it to its original place on his nightstand.

With an index and thumb he grabs ahold of her chin. This action wasn't firm nor was it gentle. He directed her to focus on him now.

"4 hours," he repeated to her. With locked eyes he continues, "Temari, you said that you would be here in 2 hours, but you came here in 4 instead."

She knew better than to press her luck with him since he was still using her full first name. Temari remained still, a similar feeling to the conference call she had with Rasa.

Without wavering his gaze he reasoned with her.

"Since you've seemed to drop your attitude I'll let you have an opportunity to make it up to me."

Despite hearing this she was still stiff as a board.

"Tema, you know how to make it up to me," he encouraged her softly.

He followed her every move as she slid off the bed and down onto her knees before him. She hooked her fingers into both the waistband of his sweats and his boxers before pulling them down.

His semi-hard cock was now revealed. Breaking the gaze now, she took this chance to grab it before slowing stroking his full length.

"Eyes here," he commanded, thus causing her teal eyes to dart to his obsidian ones.

"And no hands."

He was pushing it, but Temari did not feel like starting more of a fight between the two of them. She did miss him and was truly wondering why he hadn't reached out to make sure her move went well. Removing her hands from his growing member now with parted lips she slipped him into her mouth with ease. Her tongue gliding under against his shaft. Bobbing her head rhythmically she took him in while her round eyes stared upwards.

At first his expression remained the same, cool, calm and collected. This urged her to work harder. Forcing herself to take in more of him with each suck she worked her way to the point of her lips touching against the base of his member. Gagging in the process but allowing herself to choke on him she noticed his expression changing.

His eyelids lowered further, still keeping his gaze locked onto her, his tongue slipped out between his lips, licking his bottom lip before biting down on it. Finally she allowed his member to exit out of her throat, in the process licking his now full hardened length. It stood freely in the air now. With a trail of kisses leading to his balls she bent lower to suck on each one. This causes him to finally break.

Yanking her off the ground he pulls her body close against his. With desperate kisses his hands acted on their own, rubbing her sides, her lower back and her ass.

The same eager hands slip underneath her shirt and bra. The desire swelling between the couple. Realizing he needs to feel all of her against him his hands retreated to assist with taking her clothes off. Their kiss deepened further as they fervently battled for dominance.

Temari began sliding her skirt and panties down. Afterwards Itachi reluctantly breaks the kiss to pull her t-shirt above her head. After unhooking her bra he continued his hungry display of affection. Now both equally stripped Itachi lowers her onto his bed. The couple fell into a synchronized but yet rushed dance. The distance apart always had this affect on them. Her thighs knowingly parted for him, as if to invite his hands to explore her most sensitive parts.

Without hesitation he slid his finger against her slit, almost as if he was testing the waters. Feeling her slickness he sunk his middle finger inside.

A spark of electricity shot down her spine.

This alone caused her to toss her head back.

With a strained voice she murmured, "more."

He observed her. In all of her glory. He basked in it. He obliged and added his ring finger now, pumping with a steady rhythm. While fulfilling her request she quickly realized this would not satisfy her fully.

Bucking her hips to troubleshoot this feeling caused Itachi to smirk. Seeing her squirm was the telltale sign she was ready for him. All of him.

Once again she verbalized, "More."

Unlike the last time Itachi teased her, slowing the pace of his fingers.

"You'll need to be a good girl and ask properly."

"Please 'Tachi," he increased his speed, hinting at her getting closer to the proper thing to say.

"Use your words baby."

"Please come inside me already.. I need you inside of me"

"My what?" He increased his tempo even more now.

"I need your cock inside of me.. Please."

Finally hearing the golden words he removed his fingers from her entrance but quickly replaced it with the head of his member. He placed the same two fingers at the entrance of her other set of lips now. Which she did not hesitate to taste herself, getting more excited feeling his member pressed against her.

He was aching as he rubbed against her. Within a few seconds both of their needs were met. His thickness overtook her, she relished in the feeling. Allowing his two fingers out of her mouth now he gripped her neck firmly while his nether-region enjoyed the warmth wrapped around him. With one hand squeezing her neck and the other clutching her waist he began to thrust in and out of her.

"Please 'Tachi, just like that," she barely managed to get out as tears of pleasure began to collect at the brim of her lids. Enjoying every second he continued to ravish her. He eyed her still between his grunts and her moans. Minutes had passed as he indulged in this feeling of pleasure. They continued to give themselves to one another. Eventually after more minutes passed by they both reached a height of gratification wrapped in each others arms.

The feeling rippled throughout their bodies for a few moments before plateauing. Now both letting go of one another to catch their breaths.

Silence steadily filled the room as their breathing leveled out.

After collecting himself Itachi stood up, exiting to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. She watched his toned backed, disheartened at this indifferent action. Wiping the stray tears from her cheeks now she realized these salty tears were mixed with not only her euphoric climax but her pain. Subconsciously she knew that this would be the end result. Whether she came to him in the time frame she stated or not. She wished this was a temporary divide between them. She hoped that one day he would come back to her, discovering their love for one another in the same way it was before Izumi.

So much for wishful thinking.

MI Uchiha stands for Madara and Izuna. Kinda like a "JP Morgan" situation.

Sidenote- I definitely had some crazy spelling errors in the previous chapters. I will clean that up in the near future.

Thank you for the reads and reviews once again!