What is it with me writing food related things about ItaHina? Why is he always sexually frustrated? I DON'T KNOW but I like it.

Trying something new with the writing. Didn't work out as well as I hoped. Also hoped this would help my writers block (surprise! it did not.)

Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Itachi and Hinata would've been together. That is all.

Lollipops

It was at times such as these that Uchiha Itachi realized he was as hormonal as any other young adult that shared his age of twenty five.

Growing up in the Uchiha Clan had deprived him of many "normal" things he would have otherwise expierenced as a "regular" child, not to mention the fact that he was in ANBU when he was freshly eleven years old. Nothing had been normal in Itachi's life thus far but that was neither here nor there at this point. It hardly mattered, especially right now.

Nothing else but Hinata mattered right now.

And her strawberry lollipop.

And the way her tongue darted out to take tentative licks of the harden candy before she sucked it between her lips.

He thanked God that they were in the comfort of her apartment because if they were in public, he was sure his father would have some words for him when the gossip got back to the clan about "his heir drooling over the Hyuga princess". No one could blame him, though. At least in his mind they couldn't.

Hinata was gorgeous, from the deep slopes of her body to the straight edge of her long, long tresses. Everything about her was disastrous for his mental health. The sundress she had on, a white that faded to a soft lavender color towards the waist line, clung to her well-endowed chest in a way that had the Uchiha genius lost for words. It wasn't a tight outfit, flaring where her waist curled in and slopped out to her shapely hips.

His attention, which was far too intense to not be considered perverted, was redirected when the Hyuga princess twisted the plastic stick, pulling the candy from her mouth with a slow, sensually slow, tug. It was suddenly hot under his black shirt collar when a pink tongue came out once again, swirling over the treat. Unbeknownst to her fiance's inner turmoil, Hinata continued reading the scroll in her hand. Occasionally, she would hum or bite her lip when a thought passed.

It was the next second, when the temptress made a throaty noise, lips puckering over the candy that he noticed his Sharingan flicker on. With all the self control he possessed, and there was a damn near abundance of it, Itachi forced his family eye to remain dormant. He didn't want her to know how much such a innocent, simple thing got him wanting to rip the dress from her body and...

He groaned, black eyes darkening behind his bangs. X-rated thoughts were not helping him at this moment, he chastised himself while leaning back into the couch although he didn't look away from Hinata for a second.

The saliva in his throat cleared. "Hinata..."

Large pearly pupils gazed at him and he almost felt bad for the sexual scenarios that had run rampant in his head. But not quite. "Itachi, what's the matter?"

Perhaps the worst part was that she didn't even know what she did to him. Next to her, the heir exhaled softly, "Do you...eat lollipops often now?"

The unusual question made her pause before rolling up the scroll on her lap. "I haven't had one in a long time until yesterday. Sasuke-kun and Naruto-kun had a lot from their admirers yesterday and they gave me some."

Yesterday. Ah. Valentine's Day. His poor little brother still had to deal with the determined fangirls, but thankfully this was the first year he hadn't dreaded the thought of the day. Since the news of their engagement, there were many heartbroken girls that stopped their advances on the Uchiha heir. Itachi had been eternally grateful that he wasn't approached by females bold enough to shower him with gifts or love letters. He was, however, a little irritated by how many males had taken an interest in his future wife, as some were still daring enough to try and confess to her or give her flowers. Of course, they wouldn't dare to try this in his presence, but it was always fun to watch them bolt the other way when their eyes would see Itachi within a ten meter radius.

Sasuke and Naruto had given her some of the treats? Hinata reached over to the coffee table in front of them, ruffling through the small paper bag before handing him a stick, plastic paper wrapped at the top. "They insisted I eat them with you...maybe they remembered your sweet tooth," she smiled and Itachi nearly attacked her mouth.

He reigned in those feelings in favor of- "Did you, by any chance, eat one of these when you were with them yesterday?" His long fingers wrapped around her hand but instead of taking the treat, they traced up the length of her arm. Itachi couldn't help the way his eyes lowered on her own or how he marveled at how velvety her skin felt.

Breath catching in her throat as she was pulled slightly into his chest, Hinata felt the apples of her cheeks slowly heat up. "Y-Yes, we...were waiting for Sakura-chan and Ino-chan to get lunch..."

That's right. She mentioned about spending the lunch hour with her fellow hospital coworkers since all three rarely ever had the same day time shift. They worked in different wards and Sakura was soon to take over running the whole show in a few years time.

"They said that, hm? How considerate of my foolish little brother." Itachi made a mental note to go a little harder on him in their weekly spar. This was absolutely torture.

Those two knuckleheads must've known what this would do to him...Yeah, they were certainly going to get an extra hard session in their near future.