Part 4

Their date went well. Very well, if Itachi was asked for his personal opinion. He'd cooked for her and they'd eaten in companionable silence, only occasionally broken when Sakura expressed her appreciation for the food and teased him about becoming her personal chef.

Relaxed, teasing Sakura was a sight to behold. She smiled and laughed and wrinkled her nose and her eyes sparkled and her shoulders shook with mirth. Truly, he'd never seen a creature as enchanting as her that evening. And he was responsible for it.

All her expressions, all her loud laughs and the happy tears gathering around her eyelashes were his doing. He still couldn't believe that she responded to him in such a positive way. She was the only person (well, besides Shisui and Kakashi) that wasn't intimidated by him. With her he wasn't Uchiha Itachi, prodigy of the Uchiha Clan, notorious ANBU captain and feared nin of the Leaf. With her he was just Uchiha Itachi, the man.

A young, handsome man that made a young, beautiful woman laugh and smile and look at him like he hung the stars and the moon. And that look in those luminous eyes of hers made him feel more accomplished than anything he'd ever done before. More accomplished than activating his Sharingan at an early age, more accomplished than becoming an ANBU captain at thirteen.

Love was a strange thing. It made him long for her approval, when he'd never cared what others thought about him before. He'd always lived after his own rules, never letting anything, not even his clan chain him down. He may be the heir, but he was his own person and his life was his own to live. She made him want to turn everything upside down and dedicate everything about himself to her and her happiness. There wasn't much he wouldn't do if she asked him.

And frankly, that scared him. Allowing another person that much power over oneself was crazy and for a shinobi, stupid. Uchiha Itachi was anything but stupid. But he couldn't fight her pull. He'd tried and failed and so he'd decided to place himself in her hands and let her do her worst. If she broke him…. If Sakura broke him, he didn't know what he'd do, if he'd even be able to survive it, much less pick himself back up again.

But he had to trust her. Love was all about trust, after all. He had to trust her that she'd handle him with care, just like he was doing with her. He wouldn't ever do anything to hurt her and she wouldn't either. He knew that. Sakura was the sweetest, kindest, most considerate woman he'd ever met. She wouldn't hurt him, ever. He was positive about that.

That's why he was at her place this evening, neglecting some kind of clan meeting. When his father had asked him where he was going and didn't he remember that they had a meeting, Itachi had openly told him that he was meeting Sakura and that speeding the evening with her was so much more appealing than stuffed in a small room with a bunch of self-important old men, His father had smirked and his mother had tittered behind her hand, but neither had said anything or even attempted to make him stay. Those old geezers were grating at their nerves as well and Itachi knew his father well enough to know that Fugaku was so close to telling them off once for all. Now this, he'll make sure he was present for.

For right now he was perfectly happy where he was, cuddling on her couch with Sakura nestled in his arms, body soft and pliant against his, lips hungrily devouring his. Oh yeah, if she made any inclination of not wanting him to go, the clan elders would never see him again.

What a dangerous little minx she was. She made him drunk on her. Her scent, her taste, the way she felt in his arms. And he was powerless to fight against it. Not that he'd even tried to fight. He was perfectly comfortable where he was.

When she moaned and shifted in his lap, all coherent thought left Itachi and he grasped her hips, lifting her up and making her straddle him. If she was going to drive him to distraction with all her squirming, he'd make sure she did it right.

Maybe that wasn't such a good idea, he thought blearily when in the next second Sakura bucked her hips and came into direct contact with a very desperate part of him. She stilled when she felt him hot and hard beneath her but didn't stop kissing him. A few breathless seconds made Itachi's hands twitch, unsure what to do, but she took the decision out of his hands by setting herself deeper in his lap and into prolonged contact with that very needy part of him.

Oh, she was going to kill him, he was sure of that.

Intent on making her feel at least a fraction of the need she was forcing him to feel, his hands slid up from her waist, beneath her shirt and directly to her breasts. He didn't pause, didn't give her time to think before his warm palms wee cupping her soft mounds. She stilled once again. But only for a split second then she wrenched her mouth from his on a loud moan and her hips bucked against him again.

She was doing that on purpose. She simply had to be. There was no way she was torturing him like that unconsciously.

"Itachi," she whispered huskily, leaning backwards, her little hands fisting in his hair, hips beginning to grind against his.

"Sakura," he answered, his lips falling down to her neck, kissing along her jaw to swipe his tongue against her earlobe, delighting in the shudder that run through her. His hands flexed, squeezing her soft flesh and she moaned again, her head falling against his shoulder, her hips never letting up their grinding motion.

Far too gone to keep it totally above clothes, Itachi whipped her shirt over her head. She didn't protest, simply raised her arms. Seconds later he was fumbling with her bra, unfamiliar with the garment, but even in his hazy state of mind managed to snap it open after a couple of seconds, watching intently as she allowed the straps to slide down her arms.

Oh goodness, how was it possible for a single female to be so utterly perfect? No mortal woman should be able to look so utterly divine as Sakura did at that moment, hair mussed from his fingers, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, chest heaving. She was begging to be ravished and he set out to do just that, head lowering as he kissed a trail from her collarbone to her breasts. They were small, but perfectly perky and tipped with already hard, small pink nipples. Simply delicious.

He couldn't suppress his moan when he captured one of those perfect little nubs in his lips, twirling his tongue around before sucking lightly and she moaned, too, hands clutching his head against her, his desperately grinding against his.

His hands fell to her hips and slid around to the perfectly rounded globes of her behind. He squeezed the firm flesh slightly, before getting a good grip and aiding her in the grinding motion.

It felt good but wouldn't be able to bring him. Now she on the other hand, would be able to get off and that was his whole purpose.

It didn't take long of his ravishing her breasts and grinding her core against his erection, before Sakura went rigid in his arms, a powerful shudder wracking her small frame and she buried her face him his hair and cried out her. He stilled all movements, just held her close and rubbed her back until she came down.

She did so slowly, breathing labored and the occasional shudder running through her as she settled deeper in his arms and he raised his head from her chest, allowing her to rest hers on his shoulder. When she finally looked at him after a few quiet moments, he just smiled and captured her lips in a soft, gentle kiss that took her breath away.

He didn't know it just then, but that kiss had sealed Sakura's fate. She was in love with him and soon he'd find out.

AN: Sorry for taking so long to update, but I've been completely consumed with the GaaSaku story I told you about before. I've finally started writing it out, as opposed to just having a bunch of dialogue scenes and rough chapter summaries in my notebook. And I really like the way it's coming along. But I think I need a beta for it, and someone to bounce ideas of off, so if anyone is interested in helping please let me know.

Anyway, this is the second to last chapter. Is it lemon now, lime? I hope you enjoyed it either way. As promised the next chapter is gonna be the last and have a full lemon in it. It's also gonna be a lot longer so I think I'll need about a week to get done with it.

Thank you to everyone who took an interest in this story, I hope you see it to its conclusion with me.