Itachi was incredibly touchy, even after sex. Not in a bad way. His fingers traced her back, her butt and legs with some sort of design and it gave her a chance to explore him as well.
He'd a nice chest, firm ass and his abs, she could drool over for years.
Sakura pressed her ear to his shoulder, listening to his heart pound out a rhythm. It was a peaceful silence, one that she almost wanted to close her eyes and sleep to. But it was still early afternoon, and part of her feared that if she closed her eyes to sleep – he'd be just like her and slip from the room. She wasn't ready for it yet. A few more hours of this and perhaps she would be at least willing to let him go.
It had been the first time she'd made love in the light. The ability to see clearly had been a wonderful experience. It likely wasn't a fair comparison as Itachi also had been the best lay she'd ever had, or would have. Attentive, exploratory and climatic. But right now, curled into his arm and being able to watch him, had been something so new it had her fingers trembling. She wasn't sure if it was anxiety or excitement.
It felt good though. It felt like a type of forbidden fruit.
There was no sheet covering either of them. Just their bodies, exposed to air and light. She didn't want to crawl back to a dark cave. Not when she could watch him in the golden hues of the setting sun.
His glasses had been placed upon her dresser when they'd opted for laying down, and his stare was blank and slightly unfocused. But they were on her. Every so often he'd roll closer to her and press his lips into the crook of her neck. Then he'd breathe hot air upon her back, before letting his lips trail to her breasts.
Except this time, his lips retracted to her ear. "Do you want to grab some dinner? Eat in or out?"
Well, the time had come to an end, hadn't it?
"I don't have much here, just a cup of ramen. If you like, we can definitely go out. There's a good Thai restaurant a couple blocks down the street." But that would mean it really would be over.
"Thai sounds good." He moved away, slipped on his glasses and his gaze lingered on her face, sharp and focused. "We could bring it back here and I could see if I can help any more with your final project."
Warmth pooled in her belly. What was he suggesting?
He flushed then, eyes dropping, "Unless, you don't need any more help. I don't want to be –"
"Yes, I need help. Lots of help." Her face warmed.
Their eyes met and they laughed.
"Well then, I'd love to be of assistance," Itachi said, picking his clothes off the floor.
Sakura rolled on her stomach and propped her chin on her hands. "We could try a new position."
His face went crimson.
She smiled, "You know, see if we can come up with better composition ."
He coughed, looking at the ground. "Yes, project. I'm sure we could." His eyes darted to her then, a slight mischievous smile, "I'm sure I could find a better place to have you."
Now Sakura was feeling a bit too warm. "Have me?"
His smile broadened, "I might have you stand near the dresser. Are you allowed to also draw objects, use props?"
She gave a laugh, rolled out of bed and opened said dresser to pull out some actual clothes. "Minimal use of props is allowed." She turned back just a bit, to look over her shoulder as she put on her bra. "The wall might make for a more supportive backdrop."
Red splotched down his entire neck as he tugged on his shirt. "We could try a few of them."
Of all the awkward after sex conversations she'd had, it hadn't been terrible. Enjoyable certainly.
They got take out, curled on the couch. They ate while chatting about everything. How was all her other classes going? What kind of case was he working on now?
When it came to the final project, well, she might have forgotten to set up her phone to take shots.
He might have placed his hands too high upon her inner thigh in attempting to set the angle just right.
Her kiss to his jaw might have turned into a lick that had him shivering.
He might have pressed her to the mattress in retaliation.
And she might have wrapped her legs around him to bring him down with her.
Needless to say. In the morning, as his head laid upon her breast, she was no closer to having finished her self-portrait. But, a 4.0 was the last thing on her mind.
She wrapped her arms around him, fingers going through his hair and tracing the scars of his back until he woke. Another attempt at composition left them both breathless, pleasured, and on the floor.
"Want some breakfast?" she asked as she sat upon his waist.
The grip upon her hips released. "I would love some."
Fully clothed, they worked the kitchen together. They scraped together eggs and bagels from the refrigerator and cupboards.
As they cooked, the doorbell rang.
Sakura left Itachi tending the frying pan of eggs to open the door. Her eyes widened in surprise at the visitors. Both Sasuke and Naruto were in her doorway. Naruto tucked behind Sasuke.
Her eyes narrowed as she recovered from shock. What did they want?
"I'm sorry," Sasuke said.
Wait, what?
Naruto kicked Sasuke in the leg.
Sasuke sighed. "I've been an asshole and I'm sorry. I talked to my brother, he did say he was at a figure drawing class. I'm so sorry I made such a big deal about it." He then extended a bag. "I brought food as an apology."
"He's sorry for also being stupid," Naruto chimed in.
She took the bag of groceries and laughed at her boys, "Yeah, you both were being stupid." She looked into the bag. It was enough to feed an army, or just Naruto. She glanced inside, gaze hyper focused on the entryway to her kitchen. Well, this was going to go down some way. Better to deal with it now. "We were just starting to make breakfast, come on in."
"We?" Sasuke asked as Naruto shoved him through the door to get to the kitchen.
Sakura felt warmth in her cheeks. Before she could answer, Naruto rushed by her, grabbing the bag of food. "Glad we arrived when we did, Sakura. Come on Sasuke, we should put on the bacon."
Sasuke followed Naruto through.
Naruto froze in the doorway to the kitchen.
"Move dope," Sasuke said, kicking him through, only to become just as rigid and unmovable.
Sakura peeked over Sasuke's shoulder.
Itachi leaned against the counter watching the fiasco.
Sakura's heart thrummed.
Sasuke would have found out eventually. This would be better, right? Maybe she should have asked Itachi's opinion before inviting them in.
It took Sasuke a minute to recover. "Itachi, why are you in Sakura's kitchen?"
Itachi raised a brow. The kitchen hung in complete silence, minus the sizzle of eggs.
Maybe this had been a bad idea.
Before Sakura could attempt to ease the tension in the room, Itachi answered, "I don't do one-night stands. I instead date people." His dark gaze fell upon her form, a smolder to them. "Assuming said people want to be dated."
Sakura could feel heat spreading to her ears. "Dating is good."
