Sakura tries to cool Itachi off, getting plenty warm herself.

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His brother had been clutching her legs just beneath her skirt, nuzzling her midsection.

It hurt a little still, but Itachi would be good to her and she deserved that.

He still found it in him to hope foir the best.

Sakura was very resistant to physicality just like Itachi. In a bout of selfishness Sasuke wasn't proud of he had tried to bed her, convince her to stay,

but she had resisted and she had wanted him. That's why he brought the water, the drugged water, for her back with him this time.

She wouldn't check anything he gave her.

Once she settled Itachi on the bed, Sasuke demanded she drink it before tending to him.

"Don't work on my brother half drunk and dehydrated. Father will never forgive you."

She huffed and downed the water. "There. Satisfied? Now get out of here so I can do this!"

Sasuke nodded and left, standing just outside so they weren't interrupted.

When she turned back to Itachi he was covered with a blanket, knees up.

"Who did this to me?", he said weakly.

"Someone who wanted to take advantage of you.", Sakura replied.

If she ever found the bitch she'd pummel her!

Sakura paused, trying to remain professional,"The drug makes you want to be intimate with someone."

His composure cracked further,"Someone drugged me to have sex with me?"

"It looks that way.", she said, catching a breath before approaching the bed. His eyes were glazed, half lidded, but looking confused.

She had to take the blanket of off him to keep him cooled and had a good idea what condition he would be in when she did.

Her inner was angrily ranting that she finally gets to see the guy she's been caring for and lusting after erect and she was supposed to be fixing it, and not in

any way she actually wanted to.

Just her luck.

"I can only be with my wife. I am not allowed…. flings."

Sakura was surprised,"Oh. So you've never..."

He looked away, embarrassed,"No."

Sakura shrugged,"Me neither, don't worry."

"What about Sasuke?" he asked, unable to help himself.

Though Itachi knew very well what happened to set the end of their relationship in motion, and may possibly have had a hand in it, he never asked her about

what they had or hadn't done together and she never offered.

The morning after the break up he had seen her eyes red and weary in town after her shift he had appeared at her door, asking her to spar.

When she declined, he simply told her his resemblance to his brother might make her feel better and she smiled at him despite herself and agreed.

She had given him a good run that day and he'd come home exhilarated from the intense exercise, finding it hard to sleep though he should have been tired enough.

He anticipated her need and cheered her up after his brother had lied to her, handling any other woes he saw afterwards in much the same way.

"I will probably end up marrying a civilian.", she said. "Most shinobi have to go on seduction missions and I need someone faithful. I know it sounds strange because

of what we do, but that's what I want."

This was her very practiced speech, the one that explained what happened with Sasuke without blame and anger, and why she wouldn't be revisiting trying things out with him.

It also helped any overzealous shinobi who asked her out to stay away.

Men knowing they would be despised for some aspect of their work was like pouring ice down their pants.

Itachi happened to find her cultural rebellion fascinating. Though he was required to live the way she wished to,he also would have preferred it this way.

"Is the one you care for a civilian then?". he inquired, not a drop of judgement in his voice.

He took no offense or demanded she stick to the status quo like many of her peers had. He just accepted her, asked to be a part of her life and never berated her.

How could someone so sexy make her feel so at ease?

"No."

She removed his blanket, trying not to let her eyes wander to the straining bulge in his pants.

She grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up along his solidly built torso to get it off of him.

When her fingers brushed his sides on the way he let out a pleasured sigh and heat pooled in her abdomen hearing it. He was burning up.

Was there anywhere on him she could look without feeling overheated herself?

"Tell me who he is Sakura-san. Do I know him?"

After feeling her hands on him and seeing the obvious desire in her eyes he was losing it. He dared to hope the shinobi she was referring to was him.

She stammered," May..maybe we should get you to the hospital. I'm not so sure we should be doing this here."

His lips curled upwards a bit. He was clearly having an effect on her. He didn't mind it at all.

Then a sudden flash of intuition lit up his mind.

"Sasuke. It had to be Sasuke. He was the only one who had access to my drink."

"Why would he do that?", Sakura asked, confused.

He would have to say it first. Sakura wasn't one of the graspy, too forward women outside of this room.

"He has figured out that I want you.", he replied.