Author's Note:

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SO, here it is… The much-anticipated game of 'never have I ever'. It's a long one, but I promise, I tried to cut it down and it just didn't work lol. Hehehe… I hope you all enjoy this chapter of pure cracky fluff and smut. There will undoubtedly be more to come because it was so much fun to write and has become one of my favorite chapters as a whole.

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WARNING! SMUT AND ALCOHOL USE AHEAD.

We all sat round the little white table and help up five fingers. I braced myself for the worst. "Alright, I'll go first to give you an idea of how it works," Kisame began, "Never have I ever fought in the Coliseum."

"Seriously? That only applies to me, though." I whined.

Kisame folded his arms and chuckled, "Yeah, that's kinda the point. Now, drink."

I rolled my eyes and took a sip, lowering a finger. "Okay, me next," Stating at the two of them, my face went smug. "Never have I ever killed my comrades."

"That was savage," Kisame grumbled. "But fair." I beamed at him while he knocked back another drink and put the bottle into Itachi's open hand to follow suit.

We both kept our eyes glued on Itachi, waiting for him to take his turn, "Never have I ever said that I didn't like dango."

"Oh, come on—I was just fucking joking! I didn't actually mean it." I clarified, praying it might get me out of having to take a drink and to be one finger closer to losing.

"You still said it," Itachi mumbled while passing me the bottle. "Drink."

I could only scoff in disbelief, then clicked my tongue at Itachi and disapprovingly shook my head. "The fucking audacity…" I took another sip, nearly spitting it out as I snorted a laugh watching Kisame also lower a finger. The effects of the alcohol seeping into my bloodstream were beginning to disintegrate what little filter I had.

"Never have I ever been able to manipulate blood." Kisame grinned, folding his arms and leaning back, clearly pleased with himself.

"Wow, it almost seems like you're trying to make me lose. Thanks, Kisame." I scowled at him and took another lazy sip, maintaining my glare while I did so. His shoulders bounced as he snickered, returning my hardened gaze with a smug smile. I scrunched my face at the scorching sensation of the Sake sliding down my throat. "Never have I ever been on more than one mission for the Akatsuki." They both drank and put down a finger.

"Never have I ever sung in the shower." Itachi stated, glancing over at Kisame.

Finally, something not directed at me…

I burst out laughing the moment Kisame's blue hand reached for the bottle in my hand and a finger lowered. He sipped it and shoved it back into my hand, "Be careful who you're laughing at there, kiddo. You only have two fingers left." He taunted, wiggling his remaining three fingers in my face.

A million different, horribly embarrassing ideas of what could potentially happen if I lost drove away my laughter in a millisecond. Kisame's eyes bounced between Itachi and me. "Never have I ever fucked around in an onsen." Kisame said with a smirk, aimed directly at me.

Mortification knotted my stomach in a tight, embarrassed bundle. I gaped, staring back at him so wide eyed, I worried my eyes might fly off my forehead. "H—how did you—" I managed to begin to choke out through my shock.

"The noises you were making made it pretty obvious what was going on." Kisame said with a wink. I slammed my palm into my tomato red face and slowly lowered another finger. I was at a complete loss for a witty comeback.

NO! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!

One finger was all that stood between me and having to do whatever humiliating thing Kisame had planned for me. Thankfully, it was my turn and I had one more ace up my sleeve—the virginity card. Still, I was dangerously close to losing, since even if did use it, I would ultimately be at Itachi's mercy. If he said anything he'd known that I'd done, it was over.

Itachi already knows and Kisame probably won't care. Even if he did, that's still better than doing whatever horrible thing it is he's thinking about making you do.

Itachi glared at his sniggering partner and took a long drink. The obsidian pools softened briefly upon scanning my fretful, furrowed expression. I averted my gaze and grabbed the bottle from his hand. I stared down in horror at the lonely, single finger I held up and whimpered before guzzled down more Sake, attempting to numb my shame.

"Yeah, it kinda sounded like that but—" I nearly spit out the Sake burning my mouth. The liquid caught in my throat, triggering me to choke and sputter a hard cough in response to his lewd comment. He dissolved into a fit of mirthful laughter.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, "I hate you." I managed to croak out, glowering at him with deadly intent.

"Aw, I love you to, Sora-chan!" Kisame cooed, bringing a blue hand up to ruffle the hair atop my head. I kept an utterly monotonous expression while making the hair now tickling my nose fly away from my face with a hard puff of air. I adored the pleasing way Kisame and Itachi's laughs melted together. I couldn't fight the giggle and smile that passed my lips.

I'd been wracking my brain for any other possible question that would force both of them to drop a finger but was failing—miserably. Kisame's guile skyrocketed, instantly homing in on my turmoil. He shimmied to the edge of his seat, giving me his smuggest smile while interlacing his fingers and perched his chin on them, taunting me, "Sometime today, kiddo."

Welp. Fingers crossed Itachi pulls through and doesn't fuck you over.

I swore under my breath. It was trump card time. "Never have I ever…" I paused and swallowed hard, praying that it might clear the way for the words come out more easily. It didn't. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I heaved a breath, allowing the words to stumble out from my lips, "Never have I ever had sex."

Kisame's jaw fell open as his fingers gave way. "Oh, come on," I started with a reddened but placid face as I leaned over and used my fingers to push Kisame's jaw shut. "It can't be that surprising. I hate most people. And I have a personal vendetta against being attached." I chuckled, tickled by my own words.

Oh, boy. That small filter is gone.

Kisame bellowed a laugh, holding onto my shoulder as if my small body was the only thing keeping him upright. My gaze then flitted over to Itachi's chuckling form, his cheeks stained the sweetest shade of pink from the liquor. I glanced down at my one remaining finger, then back up at him, pouting my lip and pleading with my eyes for him to not throw me to the wolves—or shark in this case.

My stomach dropped and lips pulled into an anxious taught line, bracing myself for whatever can of worms he was about to unleash. Obsidian clashed with sea green, "Never have I ever been able to breathe under water." He hummed. I huffed a faint sigh of relief, surprised by the flash of charm that illuminated the midnight of his irises.

Kisame sat astute with a scornful glare aimed at me, then settled on Itachi. "Dude. If you wanted to get your hair braided so fucking badly, you could have just asked her to do it, you know."

"I won!" I squealed, shooting up to my feet and throwing my arms over my head in triumph. "And now, I believe you," I pointed at Kisame, placing a hand on my hip, leaning on it, "Owe me some taiyaki." My bragging was all the worse from my alcohol consumption.

Kisame let out a long sigh and cursed under his breath, "What flavor this time, matcha or chocolate?" He said, rubbing his forehead with a large hand.

"Hm…" I folded my arms and tapped my chin, "Both!" I chirped through a giggle.

Itachi snorted a laugh while Kisame released a long groan and pushed up to stand, "Your wish is my command, your highness." Kisame sassed with a grin and a dismissing wave of his hand. He thumped over to the door and exited without another word.

I tittered for a minute at how sore of a loser Kisame was being before turning to Itachi's flushed face and smiled. It was now just the two of us. Alone. And increasingly drunk. A staunch wave of nervousness made me feel wobbly. Or was it the alcohol? I wasn't sure anymore. I wrung my hands and walked over to sit on the bed across from him, beckoning for him to come sit between my legs dangling over the edge of the bed.

Oh, boy… Here we go….

A sweet, low chuckle served as raw fuel for the fire building in my abdomen and a fervor flashing in the dark midnight sky of his eyes made my sex throb. I anxiously watched the gorgeous, raven-haired man advance towards me.

I desperately craved the amazing friction he'd given me the night before. The sinful part of myself was alive and furiously kicking. My shaky fingers hovered over the red tie holding Itachi's jet-black hair, then gently pulled the long strands of hair free. I started lazily combing my fingers through it, sinfully relishing in the sensual moan that slipped from his lips.

"Hey, I wanted to say this earlier—I'm sorry for the way Koki acted. He's not a bad kid. He's just a naïve kid." I said while sectioning his hair, relieved that my trembling fingers were beginning to still.

"Please, don't apologize. I knew better than to antagonize him," Itachi tipped his head back to capture my gaze, "I'm the one who is sorry. I never intended to make you upset… Or to cause you to fight with your friend. I had no right to behave the way I did..." The strife that flashed over his obsidian pools stung my heart.

"I appreciate you saying that… Thanks," I smiled at him before gently tilting his head forward to continue my task. "And thanks for not hurting him. You had me worried for a minute there."

"I had you worried?" He chuckled, "I thought you were going to throw him overboard."

I snorted a laugh and began crossing the three inky-black sections of hair between my fingers. "I'd be an idiot to throw the captain overboard! And I wasn't going to let Koki get away with being rude to you." I clarified while crossing a lock of hair.

He breathed a chuckle, "Thank you for defending my honor. Not that I deserve it—"

"No, huh-uh. We aren't doing that self-deprecating bullshit tonight." I cut him off and twisted another strand of hair around. I accidentally let a piece of pitch-black hair slip through my fingers and cursed under my breath thinking about how tonight might be my last night with him. Ever.

Itachi stifled a snicker, then paused "You alright back there?"

"Yeah. I—I just messed up." I fought to sound normal through the wave of panic washing over me. My trembling fingers combed the woven hair free before I sectioned it again into three parts.

"You've been awfully nervous… I can't stand it," navy-painted fingers glinted as a rough hand encircled my wrist. "What is it, Sora?" He turned to give me a pleading glance.

"Okay, don't hate me for not telling you this sooner," I sighed, caving to his sweetened gaze. "En hates me. And will undoubtedly try to ensure that I lose tomorrow..." My heart clenched. I didn't want to tell him, but my intoxicated state let the words roll off my tongue far too easily.

Itachi's brows knitted together, "And why would En ensure that you lost?"

"I cost him best fighter a while back and denied him the use of my Kekkai Genkai," I began while gently moving his head to face forward and resumed braiding. I tried forcing the images of whatever harsh and terrible fate would befall me in the arena out of my mind, at least for the time being. "He was so mad. After that match, he'd yelled to me that if I ever set foot in the Coliseum again, he promised that I would lose."

"No matter what happens," he comforted and turned again to bear his honied, onyx eyes into mine, "Kisame and I won't allow anyone to take you away from us, I promise." A calloused hand came to cup my cheek.

He can't interfere… I won't let him.

I dropped my gaze, bringing my fingers up to cover his hand. "I guess I'm just scared."

"Scared of…?" He beseeched as he brushed a thumb across my flushed cheek.

"Scared to die," the words sounded so alien to me. For the first time in my life, I was petrified of death. "I've never been afraid of it. But now… It's different." I didn't know if it was the alcohol, or simply how comfortable Itachi made me feel, but whatever it was, it triggered the words to spill from my lips in an anxious torrent.

The way he was staring up at me, exuding nothing but calm, subtly urging me to continue with a squeeze of my hand reminded me how much I loved this softer side of him. "Will you tell me what changed?"

He came into your life…

The crushing weight of my pounding heart forced the weaving motion of my fingers to suddenly halt. I paused to take a deep breath, hoping to exhale some of my nerves. "You came around" His brows raised and lips parted in surprise. My heart nearly leaping from my throat realizing what I'd just said. "A—and Kisame."

Wow, nice save. Not…

I willed my fingers to work faster to plait the rest of his lengthy hair and tied it, then threw the finished braid over his shoulder. "Wait, stay there," I whipped a leg above his head and over the edge of the bed to get a better look at my handiwork by standing in front of him. Placing a hand on my hip, I leaned onto it while scrutinizing the near perfect braid resting on his shoulder. I clapped my hands together and smiled. "Alright, go look."

His eyes shot open as he pushed up to his feet, taking another swig and moved to examine himself in the mirror. He stared at it, picking it up and looking down at it, then back up at himself. The bemused expression had me clamping a hand over my mouth to restrain the swell of mirthful laughter that threatened to erupt. "I love it. Please keep it forever."

"I'm not keeping this." He muttered with an apathetic sidelong glance in my direction.

It tickled me, "Aw, but you look so cute!" I was losing my battle with my internal delight, letting a giggle slip passed my smirking lips.

Itachi lazily blinked once at me, giving me the best deadpan look I'd ever witnessed him dish out. "Did you just call me 'cute'?" The way he choked out the simple four-letter word was adorable. I clutched my stomach and devolved into a giggling mess, collapsing onto the bed.

"I absolutely did," I scoffed through my subsiding laughter and sat up on my elbows. I panicked when his fingers began to undo the tie holding his woven locks together, "Aw, please leave it for just a little while." I whined and pouted my bottom lip.

I studied him exhale, his thick, black lashes fell over the midnight sky of his irises as his lids shut briefly, mumbling something under his breath. A sudden surge of optimism had me lifting my upper body fully off the bed.

No way, is he going to cave?

"… Fine." He muttered with another small sigh.

"Yes!" I chimed, jumping up and clasping my hands together in delight.

"But you're letting me paint your nails," he folded his arms with a sly smirk. "Kisame was right earlier, it will help you to not bite them. And it's protocol for all Akatsuki members."

Protocol… Right.

"As long as it isn't magenta, I'm fine with that." I shrugged, then scooted to make room for him to sit and smiled while patting the fluffy sheets beside me.

Itachi strode over with a breathy laugh to join me, situating himself rather close to me as his leg grazed mine. He stuck a hand into the pocket of his navy pants and pulled out a little bottle of navy-blue nail polish. I snorted, "Do you just carry that around with you in your pocket?"

"No. I retrieved it earlier, when I noticed you biting your nails," he stated while vigorously shaking the bottle. "What would you like first, your hands or feet?" I pursed my lips in thought, then extended my leg to rest on his lap.

I could get used to doing things like this, for him.

The tickling sensation of the tips of his fingers spreading my toes forced me to cover my hands over my mouth to stifle my giggling. "What are you laughing at?" I was apparently amusing him, noticing the return of his charming, trademark smirk as he unscrewed the lid of the polish.

"It tickles." I squeaked through another giggle.

"Oh, does it?" With a mischievous lift of his brow, his mirth almost palpable as he seized my ankle to lock my leg in place. I narrowed my lids at him but was unable to wipe the smile off my face.

"Itachi, do not—," I squealed with laughter, squirming disaster and gripped the sheets for dear life as his fingers dragged up the arch of my foot. "Ah! S—stop!" I squeaked, out of breath from tickle induced laughter.

My heart skipped a beat as a familiar darkness loomed in his deep charcoal irises. His hungry gaze compounded as he scanned me, laying back on the bed, a flushed and panting mess. He was fanning the flames of the fire burning in my core. His lustful eyes perused my heaving chest, down to the pale flesh of my thigh, exposed by the hiked up red fabric of my qipao. The sensation of something hard pressing underneath my entrapped calf made me quiver with lust.

I kept my foot as still as possible while contorting myself over the edge of the bed to snatch the almost empty Sake bottle. I huffed in frustration as my fingers grazed the cool brown glass, but it was just out of my grasp. Itachi clicked his tongue, pausing before brushing a stroke of polish over my big toe. He extended his arm forward to grab the Sake, then handed it to me with a smirk. "Sora," his darkened eyes met mine, my heart fluttering at how much I loved hearing my name roll off his tongue. "If you need something, just ask. I need you to be still for me."

"I think I can do that." I smiled, settling back into position on the bed. His gaze wandered again to my pale thigh, the red fabric tittering on the verge of revealing my throbbing heat. I felt his hardened length twitch with excitement, observing him while taking a sip of sweet rice wine. His keen attention drifted to my liquor moistened lips leaving the top of the bottle. Another twitch, each one making the pulsing between my legs increasingly unbearable.

I've never been this horny in my life, holy shit.

My glance went half-lidded with lust for his friction, holding his equally hungry eyes while wiping my mouth with the back of my wrist. Another hard throb from under my leg made the need for his touch physically painful. His keen orbs of obsidian studied every subtle ripple of my breasts while I placed the bottle on the nightstand.

The spotlight of his full attention stoked the fiery, alcohol fueled lust and left me fighting not to crawl over and straddle him between my thighs—to find some relief in grinding my pulsing sex against his. But my lack of experience was clear and painfully obvious. To say I as out of my league would've been the understatement of the century. But I was rapidly spiraling into a hot and bothered mess.

If you want it badly enough, do something!

Dropping my gaze, I wrung my hands together in my lap and bit back the angst by gnawing my bottom lip. I nervously fidgeted and immediately choked back a gasp from the presence of the wet slick between my legs. I was growing desperate. The feeling of the friction and quivering pleasure he'd given me just a couple of nights before consumed me.

My bashful gaze met Itachi's, pieces of polished coal glimmered with greed fell to my inner thigh. A slender hand dragged scorching trails up the supple skin upper thigh, grazing a finger over the arousal leaking through my panties, slipping down the inside delicate skin on my inner thigh. "Oh, Sora," He cooed with a smirk, letting his hand slip higher. "You're very wet… Is this all because of me?"

My mouth went dry, staring back wide-eyed, lips gently parted. The shame burned my cheeks as the flames of shame licked my cheeks. I fought to speak, but my ego had died, leaving only crushing bashfulness to enter the void, locking away my ability to make words—or even sounds for that matter.

It didn't matter. I shuddered at the sensation of the fingers on my leg snaking under the red fabric of my qipao. The fingers snaked upwards, making me gasp while gliding them over the soaked fabric covering my swollen, aching need, curling his lips into a pleased simper. Leaning forward and placing the nail polish on the night table, suddenly capturing my lips with his own and igniting every nerve within me.

I melted into the sweetness of his eager mouth, sinking into the muscular arm wrapping around waist. My trembling fingers wound into his silky midnight locks, rising like the tide against him, loving the low growl that vibrated my lips. Beckoning his tongue against my bottom lip, I keenly permitted his tongue to mingle with mine. I whined in disappointment as the relief from his hand against my throbbing heat disappeared, sliding up take both breasts into his hands. With a soft squeeze, shuddering as his thumbs ran over the hardened nubs poking through my clothes.

I hope he can't feel your heart about to beat out of your chest…

Whether he did or not was utterly irrelevant to him. Itachi's urgent fingers moved up to the top buttons of my qipao, undoing them in a matter of seconds. Goosebumps prickled in the wake of the fabric slipping from my shoulders as Itachi's hot lips broke from mine, placing feather-light kisses down my jawline.

They pressed into the scorching flesh of my neck, pecking down the pounding veins of my neck. I mewled, lulling my head back, fluttering my lids shut, thoroughly relishing each intoxicating movement of his tongue and mouth. The cold air chilled the exposed skin of my bare chest as my qipao fell to my hips.

I curled my fingers tighter into the inky-black tresses, the heat of his breathy moan along my collarbone a stark contrast to the brisk air filling the room. My heart nearly stopped, feeling him kiss each scar along the way to my exposed breasts filling his hands. With a smirk, he pulled the sensitive, stiff peak at the center greedily into his wet, warm mouth, twirling the other between his rough fingers.

I bit my lust-swollen lips at the lazy circles his tongue lazily traced against the delicate and terribly sensitive skin, whimpering through a shaky breath at his teeth gently grazing it. Calloused hands explored my curves and lay me against the bed, letting my legs hang over the edge, shaking as he placed sweet kisses every scar he discovered decorating my bare skin on the way down my stomach and abdomen.

The silver necklace dangling from Itachi's neck dragged along my skin. His fingers hooked around the fabric around my waist, "May I?" He grinned from between my legs. I gave him a meek nod, raising my hips to allow him to rid me of my clothing. He studied my naked figure from between my legs; lips kiss-swollen, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving, out of breath from passion. The bright scarlet of his Sharingan burst to life, tomoe spinning wildly. I blinked up at him, confused as all hell.

Is he… memorizing this image of me?

I flushed and giggled at the reality of what he was doing. Vulnerability was still very foreign to me. And there was nothing more vulnerable than my current position, laying completely bare beneath lust-filled, crimson eyes. He parted my knees, spreading my legs and knelt between them. I gawked.

I hissed a moan, feeling his fingers tease their way down my slick folds. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" He cooed, dropping his yearning, scarlet gaze to the slick coating his fingers. I went tomato red, staring at him dumbfounded.

He brought his hands under my hips, tugging me downwards to position his smirking lips mere inches from my pulsing sex. "I'll take that face and your silence as a no," his chuckle fell hot on the sensitive skin. "Would you like me to show you just how beautiful I think you are?" I responded with a confused lift of my brow. I nodded with a pleased sigh, quivering as supple lips grazed a jagged scar that bisected the stretch marks of my inner thigh.

Giving me one last mischievous, scarlet-eyed glance, his hot, wet tongue slid through the slick folds and finding the source of my almost painful need. I clutched the sheets for dear life, a keen whine ripping from my throat, overwhelmed by the flicking and swirling the incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves. "As I expected, you're delicious." His lips still curled in sly smirk, leaving me mewling mumbling through his lips slick lips.

I wanted to respond, but the thought flew out the window at the erotic bliss and pleasure from the gorgeous man devouring me with abandon wound the arousal twisting in my core into a taught rubber band, already on the verge of snapping. Slender hands held my bucking hips, all the more turned on by the with satisfied groans tearing from his throat as he devoured me with abandon.

This man is going to be the death of me.

Devolving into a mess of panting moans, my head lulled back into the plush sheets. I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a slender finger stretch my dripping entrance while it slid deep inside of me. Being a medic meant knowing I could stretch and accommodate more. But, damn, I was really tight. I couldn't help but wonder how anything larger would fit inside of me. But I'd deal with that later. For now, I could enjoy the way he curled the pads of his fingers into the spongey ridge just within me, forcing carnal noises from my lips that I had no idea I was even capable of making.

The waves of erotic pleasure intensified. I cried out as his ring finger came to join his middle already pumping inside of me, stretching me further. He breathed a laugh against me and picked up speed, knowing that, at this rate, I wouldn't hold out much longer. Itachi's left hand snaked up to roll my erect nipple between his calloused fingers. I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth as he pinched the delicate skin.

I peeked down at the blood red sunset of his Sharingan glimmering with desire and longing while studying me. I clutched the inky-black tresses of his hair. My loud moans mixed with the squelching of his fingers, now pumping them in and out of me at an unrelenting pace. With one last hard buck of my hips, the rubber band snapped. My vision went white. I cried out his name and threw my head back. The otherworldly shudders of bliss overrode my senses, leaving me whimpering and trembling into his eager lips as they locked around the swollen bud. He dug his fingers into my entrapped thigh to steady my shaking body through the throws of my orgasm.

My head fell against the sheets, panting and out of breath, but somehow, I wanted more. I refused to die a virgin, no matter how scared I felt. That was just a part of it. He placed a soft kiss on my swollen apex, leaving me feeling terribly empty when he pulled his slick, slender fingers me within me. Adoration seeped from Itachi's supple, swollen lips as they pecked up my abdomen and between my breasts, capturing mine a passionate embrace that oozed nothing but raw love.

The taste of myself on his lips was like a drug. I wasn't ready for it to end. The adoration I felt for him deemed him worthy of taking my virginity. And I was ready to be rid of it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs pulled Itachi closer, deepening the contact of our intertwined limbs and locked mouths. I teased his bottom lip with my tongue, begging him to let same tongue that had just made me see God mingle with my own.

His sculpted abdominals twitched as my fingers traced down his mesh undershirt and hooked into the waistline of his pants. He caught my wrist and gazed down at me with worried vermillion eyes, "Sora…" I loved the sound of my name rolling off his tongue, "Are you sure?"

"I'm fucking 19 years old and might die tomorrow. Yes—I'm sure," I whined.

Itachi's eye's flashed with lust while pulling my wrist up beside my head, "Be a good girl and keep this here for me, understood?" The desire within me ignited at his command. I smirked up at him, wondering what being very good would earn me and slowly brought my other arm up. The lustful flame in his gaze blazed, as he stood admiring me from his vantage point between my parted legs. The keen, bloodred orbs lit up at the bashful giggle that slipped from my lips while he rid himself of his shirt in one fluid motion.

Just as his fingers began to undo the strings of his shinobi pants, he froze. A fraction of a second later I felt it too—Kisame's chakra coming down the hallway. We exchanged a wide-eyed glance then darted for our clothes. The door handle jiggled; I yanked on my qipao in the nick of time, fastening the top just as Kisame ducked through the doorway.

"Oh, Blood Bandit!" Kisame chorused while ducking through the entryway. I froze.

No… That name… how does he know that name?

Kisame grinned, holding four taiyaki in his giant blue hands. I willed myself to make words. Any words. But I remained silent, gawking at him in disbelief upon hearing my old arena nickname spill from his lips.

Kisame looked over at Itachi pulling the braid from his hair and laughed, "You should keep that." Itachi scowled in response before directing his gaze to me, the crimson sunsets had morphed back to smokey obsidian. The embarrassment of what we'd just done hit me like a freight train. My bashful gaze fell to the floor as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Oh, ho, ho, I'm interrupting, how rude of me." Kisame remarked and finally reached out a hand to offer me my delicious prize. "You can get back to losing your virginity and whatever in a minute. We have some things to talk about first."

I cackled a laugh, "That is not what was happ—"

He interrupted me by clearing his throat. A devious smirk erupting as his round eyes dropped to my neck. Confused, I double chinned trying to peer down at my collar. I internally died. Apparently, my hasty fingers had done a poor job buttoning the top of my qipao, making it evident it had been undone at one point or another.

No… You've got to be fucking kidding me.

A sharp wave of panic from the embarrassment made me want to run to the bathroom and slam the door shut. But I fought past it with the help of the alcohol coursing through my bloodstream. My eyes narrowed at Kisame, "And what is it that we need to chat about?" I grumbled, annoyed from being unable to fix the top of my clothing due to the food in my hands.

"We need to talk about the major beef with En that you forgot to mention." Kisame clarified while taking a seat on the couch.