Wrapped up
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Won't You Come Entangle Yourself?
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Her encounter with the deliverers of death had a riot of confusing emotions bubbling within her.
"What the actual hell is wrong with you Sakura!" the whisper was panicked and heavy with exhaustion.
The kunoichi pressed her forehead miserably against the washroom door after she had only just managed to not slam it closed.
She tightly shut her eyes and let out a loud groan of embarrassment while she forced herself not to smack her face harshly against the door for fear that the two assassins down the hall would hear the loud noise.
The huge expanse of Itachi's chiseled chest was a rudely intrusive thought in her mind.
She opened her eyes, staring at the dark wash of the wood bathroom door while letting out another sound of despair.
Her clumsy feet had managed to get her to the last door down the hallway and that was a fucking accomplishment by itself. She had awkwardly made eye contact with Itachi when she nervously turned her head towards the two as her shaky hands fumbled to twist the silver doorknob to the right.
Sakura's face had flushed to an even darker shade when she realized that Itachi's eyes had been on her before she had turned her head towards him.
Her heart had yet to slow from its frantic pace.
It had only gotten worse when she noticed Shisui's direct stare from her peripherals.
Sakura had talked herself out of immediately trying to commit seppuku during the walk down the hall to the washroom, only because she would live the rest of her afterlife in shame if she were to embarrass herself further in front of the two assassins by getting her blood all over their beautiful gold-colored carpets.
Sakura's senses had prickled when she realized why it had felt like eyes were on her back the entire way down the hall. As she battled with the stubborn doorknob she whipped her head down to try and steady her trembling hand.
Sakura's mind was frazzled and confused and perplexed and running a million miles per minute.
All black and all grey and all confused.
Her heart skipped a beat when her thoughts began drowning her sanity in recollections that were better left forgotten.
I-Itachi he was too close and Shisui had been too warm and his long strands of raven had been too ticklish against her skin and his eyes were too dark of clouds and Itachi smelled alarmingly good-
and.
and.
and Shisui had m-mentioned something about dinner and Itachi's lips, they were-
ugh, just so fucking right about ther-
And it was nothing short of a miracle that Sakura had managed to open the washroom door at that moment.
'No.' the thought was aggressive and it took her last thread of stability to manifest it in her mind.
It was too dangerous to even think about.
She refused to think about it.
To think about-
'No. Again.' she willed the thought to control her rampant and uncontrolled memory.
Sakura gave in and pounded her forehead against the door.
Quietly.
She pounded her face against the wood surface once more and then used the washroom and then washed her hands and then she looked up into the mirror.
She was wearing a tight black tank top.
But why did it feel like she had a stuffy sweater on?
The wild shade of berry burning every inch of her modestly exposed breasts and neck and face was just enough.
Her emerald eyes shot wide at the absolute shambles of her appearance in the mirror.
'Impossible.' The thought echoed loudly in the quiet walls of her mind.
A sudden flash of Shisui's lips pulling into a wicked grin caused her flush to increase.
Her embarrassment was steadily rising and her desire to be removed from earth was at an all-time high.
The memory of Itachi's lips brushing her ear pulled her from thoughts of death but she did not find comfort in the distraction.
Sakura was not stupid enough to ask herself why she was so flustered.
And then her brain chose that moment to remember the way all her muscles had instinctively relaxed and then forcibly tensed at the feeling of both the raven-haired men's chests on either side of her body.
She could have died at that moment.
Her life reaped.
With seductive precision and tantalizing ease.
And she wouldn't have thought about it at all.
She probably would have been too wrapped up in the way Itachi and Shisui did it.
Sakura refused to even acknowledge the thought.
Was she excited by it?
Knowing that either one of them could have done it fast enough for her not to notice.
Knowing the sensation of the legs responsible for carrying two of the most brutal weapons in history having rested so close to touching hers made her heart zip daddle and doo.
A single, tiny flicker would extinguish her life.
The speed of her resting heart rate was erratic.
It felt like running as fast as you possibly can before you flatline. And then your heart decided to keep doing that every minute.
Was Shisui looking at her like…?
She'd seen it dance across his eyes. She didn't trust her eyes when the unmistakable wild nature flashed for a second time over grey storm clouds. Before she had time to marinate herself in it the glint had slipped away from the light.
Thump.
She still didn't have time to think about it now because the memory of Sasuke's older brother appeared and immediately began choking her focus with its grip.
Remembering the way Itachi's hair had caressed her exposed shoulders as it fell over his shoulder like rain was causing the recently deceased wave of goosebumps across her neck to come violently back to life.
She could feel her body subconsciously fighting to tense again in an effort to help her memory's accuracy of what it felt like to hang there between them.
Arching her back was a silly thought.
Thump.
But it was one that was now drowning every surface of her mind.
If she had maybe let her back rest against the enormous width of Itachi's warm chest she co-
The thought was immediately skewered by Sakura.
Finishing that thought was more dangerous than standing between the two of them.
And that was saying a lot.
"Stop being an idiot Sakura." She scolded herself out loud.
Determined to regain an ounce of composure she pushed the unsettling thoughts away.
She rushed chakra to her chest to cool the temperature of her skin. She couldn't go back anywhere looking like this.
She failed to stop the next intrusive thought.
She thought about the way Shisui's calculating eyes had danced with unbridled mischief when they took note of how his proximity was able to arouse a deeper flush in her cheeks with each inch that he leisurely moved closer towards her.
Every millisecond that passed, his presence descended like crashing waves further down towards her.
She wouldn't be able to hold her breath long enough to survive the actual impact and the way he'd inevitably hold her down underneath his surface.
There was a streak of recklessness that flourished from within her depths upon feeling a sharp crackle of energy between her and the gorgeous embodiment of chaos above her.
It was a hidden element of her soul that had been lured out into the open.
The desire to be pushed under.
To be lifted for a morsel of air before being violently shoved deeper and deeper into an abyss until the last bubble of oxygen escaped her lips and burst in front of her unfocused eyes.
A reckless desire to be drowned.
Chaos was predictably thrilled in disorder.
And the god of mischief had seen it.
This time Sakura clenched her jaw and pushed an unnecessarily large wave of cooling chakra over her chest and face.
Blocking out all irrational thoughts, she swallowed and then turned around to exit the washroom.
She was in the middle of convincing herself the entire situation hadn't happened at all when a dark figure flickered in front of her.
At that moment Sakura knew that grace was not a common association with chaos, but the speed about it...
She couldn't really find a better word for the decorum of its unleashing.
Shisui's silhouette was in the middle of a faster-than-light quick step towards the ground on her left.
Far too close to her body.
The wind accompanying his apocalyptic threshold for movement carried honey to her nose before washing a deliciously spiced ginger all over her.
She was wrapped up in the ease with which the Anbu captain glided down to her body.
His sultry lips were about to descend low enough to brush the tip of her left ear when she heard his melodic voice sing to her with a quickness her ears almost didn't catch.
"Red was better."
The second the playful chime was out of his lips her small form was ripped violently away from his side and Shisui had vanished.
Sakura was faintly aware of the thick presence of tobacco and cinnamon left behind by the other Uchiha presence.
She could only blink as the feeling of flying continued even though she was already standing still. The second it took for that feeling to ebb felt like a lifetime as she locked her eyes with the two men situated at Itachi's bedroom door.
The two of them were both standing completely still.
Like neither had moved at all and they'd been there the whole time she was soaring.
She was sure they were mocking her until she saw Sasuke's older brother catch her eyes. The glint that eclipsed his ink-colored eyes for a millisecond, before the two Uchiha's frames were replaced by the navy wall beside Itachi's door, was a vision she wanted to permanently erase from her mind.
Thump.
Dark eyes were apologizing for not having gotten to her sooner.
…To save her from Shisui.
…..Or maybe not to save her from Shisui.
…...For taking too long to get to her body.
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Won't You Take Another Step Closer?
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She was completely baffled.
It...
Was as if..
Apologizing for almost allowing Shisui to touch her skin before him?
She would have deemed it a silly thought if it weren't for the honest nature about the Uchiha heir.
Sakura knew it was better not to think about how Itachi could have gotten to her side faster but decided to take his time before snatching her out of Shisui's grasp.
His smile and "Goodnight Sakura-chan" had been so polite she could have almost forgotten what she'd seen.
Still frozen, she blinked again.
She was imagining things.
She refused to even think about it.
Sakura picked up her right foot and then her left and then she repeated the process until she was sitting back down on the chair beside Sasuke at the Uchiha dining table. Naruto had yet to break from the sentence he was speaking and Sakura almost sighed in relief to have made it back safely.
Before she could do so she felt the shock of Sasuke's warm palm on her forehead.
Green flickered to beautiful dark features to her right and when their eyes met she realized she had just fallen into a trap just as dangerous.
Sasuke's energy rolled out like thunder.
Being unprepared for an unexpected strike made a recipe for being unsuccessful.
It was unlikely that Sasuke knew what his concern was truly about.
Sasuke barely registered the fascination that her flush had elicited inside him before he was already reaching out to touch her skin.
He was unable to pull his eyes from the rose across her creamy flesh.
"Are you sick?" the stoic male questioned with a small frown on his lips.
Sasuke had yet to realize that he had been looking at her skin so much recently that the exact color of it was obvious to him.
He also did not realize that the reason he had touched her skin was that he had been sucked inside of its magnetic orbit.
However, he needed an answer for why he was drawn to her skin against his will.
An answer as to exactly what about the ivory below her ear and down her neck blooming into color had him so fixated.
Sakura swallowed and his dark eyes followed the movement of her throat.
Her embarrassment peaked its head out at Sasuke's odd attention. He had never checked her temperature before.
She failed to prevent the splash of color that painted itself across her chest.
She was unprepared for the unexpected shock of electricity that struck the ground right beside her seat.
Ink-colored eyes had flickered down to her slightly exposed breasts, then back up to her eyes in question before his eyes were forcefully yanked back down in less than a heartbeat.
The marvel at their color was coming out from behind his stoic mask
"I-I'm fine. Ano I-"
His eyes weren't aware that they were slaves for her lips each time that she spoke.
Onyx flickered hazardously back up to Emerald.
His eyes regarded her with an interest that made a nervous knot twist in her stomach.
He didn't seem to know at all the power he had unknowingly resigned to her.
Sasuke noted how the color of her lips looked brighter than they should.
He was so occupied by the texture of the soft-looking flesh that he didn't question why he knew which color they were supposed to be.
Sakura watched his dark eyebrows furrow in confusion. Not realizing that Sasuke was confused about why he was staring.
The words died in her throat.
During the exchange, a vagabond thought entered Sasuke's mind that his proximity had something to do with her color.
When he looked up from her lips and saw her expression his chest tightened almost painfully.
Thump.
Why did Sakura look like that?
She wasn't making a face b-but why was he suddenly unable to form a single thought?
Sakura had stopped talking because she was stunned to see the look she only saw Sasuke give tomatoes make its home in his fathomless eyes.
She watched as he slowly realized that he was looking at her with appreciation.
Thump.
She also watched the way Sasuke wrestled with why he would do something like that.
She hardly believed the way his dark eyes involuntarily dropped back down to her lips and then all the way down to the tops of her breasts.
The realization struck him quickly, just about the moment he ripped his eyes away from the rosegarden that had bloomed on her chest and up to her big curious green eyes.
Sasuke was looking at her.
'Oh.' his sluggish mind produced.
'Is that what it was?' he questioned slowly to himself.
A strange warmth was flooding his stomach and the desire to keep looking was overwhelming him.
It was the first time he couldn't deny that he liked something. The curiosity in her eyes was a bear trap.
His breath hitched in his throat when he noticed her unconsciously lean into his touch.
His heart beat doubled, eyes once again falling captive to the hue of her breasts.
He swallowed thickly, his mind thoroughly distracted by the slight deepening of the fall and rise of her chest.
He found himself being drawn closer towards her, his knee shifting without thought as his body got sucked in by her proximity.
His hand began to move on its own to her left temple.
Without warning the rogue movement of his hand progressed to move down to her cheek, relishing the warmth it could feel beneath its palm.
He looked back up to her eyes to see they had fallen shut in response to his touch.
A wave of heat attacked his abdomen, an insidious type of craving settling into his bones.
His right hand found its way to the wood material of the chair between her legs as his body gravitated closer to her.
His eyes dropped to her rosy lips, his hand slipping into the empty space between her spread thighs, thumb accidentally grazing her inner thigh as it dropped to the chair to support his upper body.
His angle of vision was disrupting his handle on his self-control.
And the left hand that was gently cupping her cheek wanted to touch more of her skin.
But the slight graze of his thumb over her thigh caused white teeth to capture a plump bottom lip, effectively freezing him in place.
His own teeth desired heavily to sample the texture of the alluring mouth his eyes were now glued to.
Another wave of heat circled the expanse of his stomach before Sasuke realized he was getting aroused by how she reacted to his touch.
Thump.
Another swirl of heat in the pit of his stomach nearly undid him.
More problematic, was the way she changed color under his hands.
His mind staggered under the weight of the acknowledgment.
And then it completely stopped working when he saw her eyes open once again.
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Won't You Come Get Wrapped Up In Me?
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He was close enough to see the intense depth of interest that had sparked behind emerald.
Sasuke quickly recoiled his hand from her warm skin as if burned, withdrawing his right hand from her chair and forcefully moving himself away from her.
She shouldn't want to know why he was looking at her like that.
"Hn." He bit out to end the interaction.
He hardly noticed the static his energy had created between their bodies.
Sakura had caught him looking at her and she definitely had way too many annoying questions about it.
He wasn't going to think about it.
It had startled him right out of comfort.
Refusing to further acknowledge the fascination he had developed with her curious demeanor saved him the trouble of questioning why the interaction had started in the first place.
The reason her skin was pink after walking past Itachi's door despite having been cooled earlier.
Sakura too had gotten so distracted by the storm Sasuke had caught her in that she didn't realize that it was her body that kept throwing her into hunter snares.
Similar to the way a fisherman would use a bright fishing lure to catch an interested predator's attention.
Sakura nervously clasped her hands together in an effort to calm her nerves and pounding heart.
She returned her attention to Naruto, who was still going on about something or another.
The wall in front of her held an Uchiha fan.
Her nervous habit wouldn't have helped put her at ease if Naruto's story had somehow included the information that it wasn't a secret that the Uchiha clan had a preference for red.
Luckily, the story didn't include that detail and left her in ignorant bliss.
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It's almost a shame that we don't have control over the skin we're wrapped in.
It would be a lot easier to hide the truth.
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New AN:
I read reviews. I like reviews. I appreciate reviews.
I am hype about this dynamic lmao it's like I could keep going back to these chapters every once in a while and just add more and more to make it better.
All I'm saying is that when I finish chapter 14, ya'll are going to forgive me for all this ridiculous tension. :')
I'm surprised how into writing I've gotten..
SONGS:
My Writing: "Trust No Body" by Selena Gomez, "I Can't Get Enough" by Selena Gomez
My recommendation: "Come Around" by Darci
Old AN:
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan i think this story could be a lot of fun.
It's been awhile since I've been excited to write.
Tell me what you think