I'm hoping for this to be updated on a semi-regular basis, even if it's just in short snippets. If you've followed my work before you know how bad I am at updating, but lots of these moments are already drafted so I plan to be more consistent. Enjoy

"How about you, you had a few drinks tonight too right?" Sakura asked as she got up and walked to the kitchen to find her panties. She heard the Uchiha behind her, most likely also looking for his clothing.

"Yes, but alcohol didn't play a role in my decisions tonight."

Sakura felt like she heard him speak in slow motion, trying to fully grasp what he had told her. She ran it through her head a few times before looking over her shoulder to find the shirtless Uchiha looking at her with all the intensity only an Uchiha could muster.

"Would you like to stay the night?" She all but whispered. Nervous and exhilarated of what his response might be.

Sakura woke up with a dull, but not unwelcome ache between her legs. It was the ghostly ache of her activities from just a few hours before with a certain Uchiha. She looked over expecting not to see her impromptu lover and he was indeed not there. He had most likely been gone for hours but Sakura had been ravished too thoroughly to notice him leave in the night.

'Unsurprising.' She thought. They hadn't interacted all that much in the past other than polite conversation while visiting the Uchiha household, or chatting a bit while out for drinks with mutual friends. Sakura knew of his prowess as a shinobi but their work didn't overlap. It's not like they had much to talk about and if she was being honest, that's not what she wanted him to use his mouth for. Though she thought they probably didn't have much to talk about, their physical chemistry had been a unique experience and it seemed like such a shame it would be a one time thing. She had had lovers before, all shinobi. Sakura clearly had a type, and she liked her men with good posture and authority, but her body hadn't responded to any like it had with Itachi.

She crawled out of bed intending to have a shower, but when stood up she was sore.

Apparently being a life-long kunoichi and having mind blowing sex did not use the same muscles. She opted to draw a hot bath with some Epsom salts instead of the shower to muse about her time with the older Uchiha. She had no doubt there would not be a repeat and assumed Itachi would not share their moment with anyone, and neither would she. She would be lying to herself to say she wasn't disappointed she wouldn't get the chance to roll in the hay with him again but once would have to be enough. Or twice that was.

They had only slept for a couple hours before he woke her up for another round and she had indulged him. They had stayed on their sides, Itachi slipped in and out of her while his hands explored her body, held her tight, and kissed her thoroughly. Sakura told herself it was slow and intimate because they were both half awake, not because she wanted to believe it had been slow and intimate. Itachi had been an attentive lover and the more Sakura thought about it the more she was disappointed they wouldn't be repeating the night.

She walked into the bathroom and deposited her clothes. She inspected herself in the mirror and noticed a dark mark on the column of her neck, and what appeared to be three small marks from fingertips on the front of her hips. She ran chakra through her fingertips and faded the mark as best she could, then proceeded to cover the rest with makeup. There was only so much chakra could do to reverse the temporary bruises; the body would do the rest on its own.

The mark on her neck would have to go as people would obviously see, but the mark on her hips could stay. If she could only have Itachi for one night she would savour it in every way possible.

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Itachi woke up in his own bed with a dry mouth and distant images of pink hair in his bed. He took a moment to wake up and gather himself after having such a vivid dream.

As if having Sakura twice wasn't enough, his brain decided dreaming of the pinkette was also required.

Not that he minded.

It had been a while since he had been with a woman, being the clan heir required a certain amount of discretion that had been difficult to find. He had never slept with anyone in the clan and didn't intend to. He had only spent the night with women who respected privacy as much as he did. Crawling into a certain pinkette's bed (couch) had never struck his mind, but he supposed it did fit.

Sakura was the well-known apprentice of the Godaime, worked as a trauma nurse in the hospital, was on the legendary Team 7, and was now beginning to learn politics from the Godaime. She was no doubt well known and well respected by both shinobi and civilians in the village. He assumed she wouldn't be one to kiss and tell and he had never heard of her having any trysts previously. Not to mention his younger brother would not be all that impressed if he ever found out, despite it not being his business.

And for some reason that thought bothered him enough to furrow his eyebrows while thinking about it. She was clearly experienced in the bedroom, but how many lovers had she been with? Did it even matter? He had no right or claim to her. Was she going to just move along like he assumed she had with her other bed mates? Did she find the situation as troubling as he did?

All questions he would spend time pondering before coming to a conclusion. Either way, Sakura was sure to be on his mind for the foreseeable future.

He got out of bed and started to get ready for a mission he would leave for that evening.

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Sakura didn't have much time to think about her night with Itachi.

The hospital had been busy and they had just received word that an ANBU team was incoming with an injured member. There wasn't much information other than a tourniquet had been applied. It was too risky for any other information to be sent in case it was intercepted.

So here she was, entrenched in a gown, gloved up and goggles on, waiting with two other nurses for their trauma case to arrive. There was always a calm that would fall over Sakura while she waited for chaos to meet her. Her vision would develop to the focus of a scalpel, her ears became attuned to every minute sound, and her brain processed information with the speed of an expertly thrown kunai. All they had to do was wait. The IV kit was ready to start, a crash cart was close by with emergency medications if needed, a station equipped for Rapid Sequence Intubation was prepared if the airway needed securing, and they would know the blood type based off the dog tags on the shinobi when he arrived. Tourniquets were only to be applied in cases of potentially life threatening bleeds.

Suddenly an ANBU holding a squadmate in his arm appeared, and Sakura's brain jump-started into action.

"Put him on the bed, now."

The even tone of her voice conveyed how calm she was, but it also conveyed she was in charge. The ANBU followed her direction and placed the man on the bed on his back. Sakura would follow an order from an ANBU explicitly in the field, but in the hospital she was experienced, well-studied and in charge. The other nurses began assessing the man's vital signs and inserting an IV while Sakura focused on the injury.

Time slowed down and the lights above her brightened as she removed the mask that covered the shinobi's face and her eyes drank in everything she saw.

The nin's face was not one she recognize, but that was not a surprise; ANBU held many secrets. A tourniquet had been applied high and tight to the left arm. It appeared to have been applied tight enough and she had no doubt it was. All ANBU were highly trained specialists and that included basic training in trauma oriented first aid. Her eyes trailed down the arm to the laceration midway down the bicep. It was deep and although it appeared to be a sharp end, the jagged edges of the wound told her eyes otherwise. She then observed a pale coloured hand with a blue tinge at the nail beds.

'Cyanosis. This hand isn't getting enough blood, tourniquet needs to come off ASAP and circulation needs to be returned.'

"When was this applied?"

She applied a pulse oximeter to his cyanotic hand, and distantly heard the nurse successfully insert an IV on the opposite arm. His finger tips had been cold to the touch and capillary refill was too slow.

"24 minutes ago."

Her eyes shot up at the ANBU who had brought the injured man in. She didn't usually pay much attention to them as they barely talked and would disappear when she would least expect it, until she heard his voice and realized it was a familiar one.

She turned to the other nurse for a moment.

"Hang a unit of his blood type, wide open."

"Hanging a unit of B+ blood." One of the nurses replied back, as they always did after commands.

She didn't think the shinobi's life was in immediate danger, thanks to the quickly applied tourniquet, but the faster the new blood could enter the body the better. She looked back at the healthy ANBU.

"How much blood do you estimate he lost? What was the mechanism?"

A question she didn't need to ask, but decided to anyway. It wouldn't hurt to get a complete story.

"I cannot say."

'Of course you can't.' Often times ANBU would not discuss the mechanism of injury as it would be providing information about their mission. Many weapons were endemic to certain regions and ANBU were not allowed to say anything that may compromise the mission or provide information. It didn't matter much though, as Sakura inspected the wound she suspected it was not immediately life threatening, thanks to the ANBU's quick return to hospital. The man would likely be alright once the wound was closed and his blood was replaced.

"Hang Sodium Chloride with with glucose once the blood is in, I'm going to start closing up this wound."

"Will hang isotonic Sodium Chloride with glucose after blood."

She began the familiar process of drawing chakra to her finger tips then directed it on the man's bicep. It was a deep laceration that would normally require several layers of stitches, but with chakra and the help of extra sugar in the IV she could guide the body to mend itself most of the way. She focused on the muscles and felt the cells of the blood vessels multiplying and laying back down where they were before the injury. Once she was satisfied with the repair to the muscle she focused on the deep layers of the skin and the blood vessels within. The blood vessels closer to the surface were smaller and required a bit more precision than the larger ones deep in the muscles. When she was finished she removed the tourniquet and reassessed circulation in the man's hand, satisfied with the return of temperature and skin tone.

"ANBU-san, this man will be fine. It does not appear to be life-threatening, he'll be in the usual room when we're done here."

Itachi nodded his head before disappearing, leaving Sakura and her team to finish cleaning up the ANBU and send him to the designated ANBU room to finish recovery.

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Well that was fun to write! Hope you guys somewhat enjoyed the medical stuff, I plan on writing more of it in this story.
Let me know what you thought and what you'd like to see next!