Sakura can't count how many ridiculous positions her impulsivity put her in. She can admit her bubbling addiction to the thrill of diving in, not knowing consequences, only guesses and hopes, and what-ifs. There's always a chance things can go very wrong. But when it goes very right holy shit.

It's a vibe, a feeling when things go right. Sakura can just about guess, with decent accuracy, when those vibes are reciprocated. It seems as if her whims are on the right track with one Itachi Uchiha. That look he gave her sure as hell planted ideas in her mind, which led to her being a little bit reckless.

Sakura isn't sure if she likes him because she actually likes him. Or if she likes him because there's a chance she would. Or if she likes the way his expressions make her insides tingle.

Whatever reason seems irrelevant now because Itachi is in the bathroom doorway with a towel hanging from his neck and the shower still running. Sakura's green eyes, wide with shook and utter satisfaction at seeing a mostly naked Itachi, feel as if she's made both the right and wrong choice. She blinks. Itachi huffs.

Her heartbeat quickens, and she panics because, shit, he's crossing the room. Her eyes try to find somewhere to look but Itachi is there and, leaning and…oooh.

Itachi is much better up close. When he tilts his head, raising his eyebrow, Sakura feels her heart in her stomach and a pulse between her legs. And that is enough for her to at least come to terms with the fact she finds Itachi attractive both physically and…something else? She can't find words to explain his attitude that makes her want to do stupid shit. But here she is, in his room with the shower running, feeling herself get turned on by the idea that he's going to do something.

"I thought you were finished?" Itachi vaguely inquiries. "Who told you to come in here, Sakura?"

The way his voice makes her name sound like silk sliding over satin obscures her judgment in the best possible way. Because she was finished until he started it again. Until he said what he said. Until she followed him to his bedroom. She smacks her teeth and squares her shoulders, then takes a step closer.

"You did." she accuses.

"Did I? When did I ask you to invade my personal space? I do believe you were on your way to shower."

Sakura, feeling reckless and bold, nods her head behind him. "There's one right there."

He snorts. "Do you make it a habit of walking into another person's showers?"

His voice roughens around the edges with the question that's a question and demand. Sakura shivers at a pleasant chill giving her goosebumps. She lowers her voice and lifts her chin, narrowing green eyes to match his vibes. Because this is flirting on Itachi's terms. If Sakura knows how to do one thing, it's flirt.

Her shrug is nonchalant, but Sakura has a sneaking suspicion his response will not be. "Only in bedrooms when they invite me."

"Hnn." Itachi's eyes lower. Her insides curl because, yes.

Itachi is giving her that same look from before. That vague, overbearing, demanding audacity as if the world revolves around his will. As if she somehow violated that principle in the most ridiculous of ways. He's formulating a plan to make her see the error of her ways. But Sakura knows just what she's doing when she grabs the ends of the towel around his neck and pulls. Smirks to herself when Itachi's eyes widen, startled at her audacity.

If Itachi doesn't think Sakura will push back, it would seem she needs to teach him.

Hands curling and winding the towel around her palms, Sakura presses her body close, "Unless you don't want to share. Do you want me to leave?"

Sakura isn't sure if there's a wrong answer in this kind of situation, but she is very sure she gives the right one when his eyes flicker down to her lips. Embolden by this revelation, Sakura pushes up on her toes and yanks down on the towel until Itachi's head comes down to meet her lips.

Itachi's immediate reaction is nothing, which would have been more disappointing for her pride if not for the noise in the back of his throat. When her leg brushes against him, Itachi responds the way she very vividly remembers.

He grabs her hips, digging his nails into her leggings until she gasps. Then Itachi slides his tongue in her mouth. She cranes her neck to keep up with the way he kisses her. Fingers tangle in the back of her head. Sakura moans. Itachi tugs. She follows until the back of her legs hits the bed.

The kiss is just as intoxicating as she remembers, undoing her thoughts and defenses. Itachi's easing the towel from his neck. Sakura can only follow, eyes closed, and senses captured. When her hands are free, she grabs his shoulders while Itachi finds her waist. The only thing that matters is the feeling of lips sliding and tongues dancing. Sakura willingly falls on the bed when Itachi bares his weight down on her. Their momentary separation gives him enough time to force her arms above her head.

Her breath hitches. Itachi presses heated kisses against her jugular, forcing her head high and every thrill right down to her toes. If she were wearing a bra, it would be painfully uncomfortable right now. But she isn't, and if Itachi keeps touching her, he's going to figure out her secret. That her titties may be small, but her nipples are pump, round, and brushing enticing against her sweater and, ah. Even though he's practically naked, Sakura feels extremely exposed when fingers tickle across her exposed naval. Her back arches when that hand inches higher and fingers dig into his ribs.

"Ah!" Sakura stutters.

Itachi hushes her with kisses. Her eyes roll closed because when was the last time she's been under someone so willing to be a little rough? A long time. She likes it a little rough.

Currently, she likes the way his fingers dip inside the waistband of her leggings, just enough to brush against the top of her panties but not exactly where she wants to be touched. It tickles in the way that makes her wet and wanting and sucking in her stomach in a tiny little gasp. It's close but not close enough. And Itachi's smirking because he knows she wants him to go further. Instead of doing that, he forces her hips to stay still. She wants to whine, but she can't. Not with the way he's stealing her breath.

Sakura presses her knee against his legs hard to make her pleasurable displeasure known. He doesn't give, not even a little. So she lets go and slides her leg up to his waist. Her foot barely brushes over the fabric of his boxers before Itachi squeezes her wrist. And, ouch, but also, yes, please. Sakura does whine this time, right in his mouth. Itachi pulls away to look at her. She's breathless and flustered, and he's slipping his fingers from your leggings to grab her by the chin. Sakura isn't sure if this is better or so so much worse. His hold isn't so tight that she can't get out, but what happens if she tries to get out is a different story. Actually…

Itachi squeezes her chin. "Tsk."

Sakura smirks, "What?"

His thumb brushes her bottom lip. "Do not play dumb. It doesn't look good on you."

Fine. Sakura curls her lips around his thumb then pulls in her mouth. Sakura watches the way he gazes at her lips, weighing options. Then the way Itachi leans in and gets her earlobe in his teeth.

"Shouldn't you be showering instead of having my finger in your mouth?" he whispers. "Sasuke's downstairs. Naruto can come up at any moment. What would he find, hm?"

She can't quite think with the way he's licking and sucking his way down her collarbone. Should she be showering?

"There's a shower in here," she pants.

Itachi's chuckle strokes her cheek along with his kiss. "Speaking of,"

Then he pulls away entirely. Sakura blinks in her bewilderment, getting to her elbows when he picks up the discarded towel from the bed.

"I'm supposed to be showering," Itachi announces. Wait. What? Is that an invite or…?

"I suggest you get to the guestroom before Naruto does. I think you may require a shower more than he does right now. Because, as you said, you were finished."

For a moment, Sakura thinks he's serious. But then he's walking to the bathroom. And the door is left open. Sakura gets to her feet, prepared to follow until...

"Sakura! Sasuke's almost done!" Naruto's voice filters into the room. "And he said stop wasting the water! We can hear the shower running from down here!"

Dammit!

A/N: Good job, Naruto!

-CeCe ^^