A/N: I've made you wait long enough.

Sumire sipped the melon flavored soda through a bendy straw. Her friends were seated around her, all with contemplative looks.

"So… he hasn't tried anything himself?"

"Maybe he did and I didn't notice it?"

"I wouldn't surprised. Sumire can be a bit clueless from time to time."

She pouted her lips around the plastic.

"Or maybe he's waiting to do something super romantic?" Tenten said. "Like… a path of roses and candles…"

"That could be it." Hinata spoke.

"Hmm."

"But you don't want to wait for him to do all of that do you, Sumire?" Ino asked.

She flushed a bit but nodded her head.

"Since you're secretly a pervert, maybe you should go after him first?"

"I'm not a pervert!" she frowned. "Anyway, I have. I've tried initiating multiple times and he hasn't…"

"Maybe he's a virgin?"

There was a pause but they all started laughing around Sumire who was still frowning at the table. He's never said he is or isn't… not that it matters that much…

"Yeah right, there's no way an Uchiha would be a virgin past sixteen!" Ino waved a hand in the air.

"Well, maybe he didn't really understand you were initiating? What did you do?" Hinata continued the conversation.

Surprisingly she was very comfortable discussing this subject with her close friends.

"We were just kissing… and you know. I was you know, on him… I thought that would be enough for him to get it."

"Then you probably have to be more forward!" Ino pointed at her. "Do you own any lingerie?"

"Lingerie? No… nothing that could really count as lingerie…"

"It's decided, we need to get you a new set. That way you can go up to him in it! He'll definitely know!"

"We can go to the one in the mall, the one we went to a few weeks ago."

"Ah, sure!" Sumire felt some nervousness. Maybe… maybe this will work.

X

The group walked out the lingerie shop all with pleased faces, minus Sumire who was more nervous than ever. There's no way I'm going to be able to make myself wear this in front of him. It's impossible. Why did I buy it? As they walked she noticed the costume shop where she had purchased her apron. A "Help Wanted" sign was posted in the window. She stopped and Tenten ran into her.

"I'm sorry. Um, what are you looking at?"

They followed her line of gaze to the sign.

"Oh yeah, your internship ended didn't it. Are you thinking about applying?" Ino asked.

"Maybe… yes. I should." she entered the store with her friends following.

"Welcome!" the excited clerk called. "How can I help you ladies?"

"Hello, I was wondering if I could pick up an application?"

"Oh sure!" he went back to the cashier's desk and pulled out a short stack of papers. "It would be good to have a cute girl working the counter, we may get more customers. Take your time filling this out and bring it back when you can!"

"Thank you!"

It wasn't long before the group was back outside and headed towards the exit to the mall. They wished her luck just before they separated.

Sumire's walk home was slow. She was deep in thought for most of it, but it was natural for her to be weary. For she had noticed a dark car pass her more than once. She squeezed the bag she clutched against her chest. That's not Itachi-san's car… or Sasuke's… or Shisui's… I'm almost home. I should run… maybe I'm just overthinking it. When it turned down a different street she took in a deep breath. I was overthinking it. Just as she was making the final turn onto the block that would lead her to Itachi's apartment she saw it approach again. She took off as quickly as she could. She dashed up the stairs and to the apartment door, looking back to see it slowing in front of the entrance to the parking lot. She frantically put her key in the lock and shut the door behind her. Panting she plopped down onto the single wooden step. That was scary. I shouldn't stay out late anymore. She slipped off her shoes and went to her room. Is Itachi-san not home? She felt the apartment was empty. I guess not. I hope he comes home soon.

She awoke to the sunrise. When she walked out she still felt a deep sense of loneliness. He didn't come home at all? That's… weird.

It wasn't until midday that the door opened and a tired voice reverberated about the apartment. She looked over the edge of the couch to see him enter.

"Welcome." she said.

He managed a faint smile but continued walking to the bedrooms.

"Are you okay?" she quickly stood and entered the hall. "Are you hungry? I can make you something."

"I'm okay. I'm going to sleep."

"Okay."

She watched his bedroom door close. He must be really tired. I wonder what happened last night. I hope he's okay. Her concern did not deplete even as the late afternoon passed and the early evening began. He emerged from his room looking somewhat reenergized.

"Did you have a nice nap?" she chirped.

"Ah."

"I'm almost done with dinner."

He seated himself at the island and planted his chin in his palm, a expression of fondness filling his features. Sumire's nervousness had returned. Tonight. I have to do it tonight. I can't wait anymore. She finished setting the table and they ate. She tried to discuss his work, but every time she prodded for information he brushed it away rather easily.

"I'll be in my room." he said before leaving her to the last of the dishes.

"Un."

I've got to try.

X

Sumire slid the thin soft material of a sheer white chemise over her body. Beneath she sported her white lace bra and panty set. As she stared at herself in the mirror she blushed a deep shade of red. This is so forward, it's so embarrassing, but… She gathered her courage, taking in a few deep breaths and walked out of her room. She knocked on his bedroom door. Her heart was already beating rapidly in her chest.

"Yes?"

The sound of his deep voice made her extremely nervous. She opened the door slowly, padding softly into the room after closing it behind her. He was looking down at a small book in his hands, his legs stretched out in front of him, as he leaned against the headboard of his fairly large bed.

"Are you busy?" she asked meekly.

His eyes slowly drifted up from the pages and stopped on her. There was a flicker of something behind his onyx irises. A feeling of excitement filled her at seeing the flicker. Maybe… maybe he'll get it…

"…a bit." He stated, his calm voice unwavering.

She couldn't stop herself from pouting. His eyes returned to the paper. Frustration pushed her legs forward. She climbed onto the bed quickly, straddling his legs. He looked back up at her slowly, then with slightly widened eyes as she snatched the book from his hands and placed it on the nightstand by his bed.

"Do you not want to do it?" she asked, her heart was beating hard in her chest, her eyebrows knitted.

She felt his hands on her thighs, causing tears to build at the edges of her eyes. His expression remained the same, though his lips were slightly parted.

"Am I…" her voice weakened. "Am I not…"

His eyes were still, looking directly at her face. Sumire wiped the tears before they could fall and kissed him. Her hands cupped both sides of his face, pressing her mouth hard to his, moving her lips, hoping for some sign, any sign that he wanted to do this as much as she wanted to. His hand rested the back of her head, leaning up and moving his mouth against hers. His other wrapped around her. And in the next moment she felt herself falling. She landed on the pillow, bouncing up, then settling onto the soft, fluffy blankets. He was hovering over her now.

"Of course I have."

She felt her normal anxiety returning, blush coming to her cheeks, her arms moving in front of her body. He gently planted a kiss upon her nose.

"I was unsure if you were comfortable or not."

His long pony tail slid over his shoulder, the edges of his hair gently brushing her skin. She no longer knew what to say. One of his hands was beside her head while one rested on her waist, his thumb curiously massaging her skin through the chemise. He leaned his face down and she reflexively turned away. His lips touched her cheek faintly.

"I certainly wasn't expecting you…" his lips brushed against her cheek with every word, "to try to seduce me."

She squirmed visibly beneath him:

"I… I thought… you just didn't want to."

He let out a soft laugh.

"How could I not with you dressed in such a way?"

Her cheeks became crimson. His hands hooked beneath her legs, grasping her thighs, and pulled her down the bed until her hips met his. She gasped from the sudden movement and released a moan of arousal, but was quickly silenced by the return of his lips. He lifted his head, their gazes meeting.

"Are you sure, you are okay with doing this?"

She nodded:

"Because I'm with… Itachi-san…"

His eyes closed, a smile appearing on his face.

"I'm honored."

Her heart was set a flutter when he placed a gentle kiss upon her. With every faint moan that left her he molded his mouth harder and harder against hers. Her small hands began on the sides of his face, then slowly slid down, feeling his jawline, his neck, and his shoulders. Her fingers tugged shyly at his shirt and he rose his head. He balanced himself on his knees for a moment and he slid the material up over his body. Sumire's heart slammed against her ribcage, a primal desire building within her at the sight of his muscular torso. Suddenly, him hovering above her felt incredibly scandalous. Though she knew that she wanted to sleep with him, a bit of anxiety filled her.

His hand cautiously slid up her hip, beneath her chemise. She bit her lip nervously.

"Sumire."

Her breath hitched in her throat. He's never said my name without the…

"If you ever want to stop, don't hesitate to tell me."

Itachi-san is… wonderful…

She nodded. He leaned down again, she, expecting a kiss, closed her eyes, only to feel a feathery light touch upon her forehead. When she opened them again she saw a unique expression upon his face, it was a complicated mix of concern, fondness, and intense lust. Immediately her body quivered and she pulled him down into a harsh kiss, gently biting onto his lip and tugging. His hands slid over her body, smoothing over her form with curiosity. Soon his mouth was on her neck again, biting and sucking. Each move he made felt precise and somehow planned. It was as though he was taking his time and studying every inch of her with his hands.

An ache had developed between her legs. She adored that he was so slow, so careful, so sensual, but she wanted him, now.

"I can't take it anymore." She said.

How had they been like this for so long with only his shirt being removed? He was looking at her again, waiting for her next statement.

"Please, I need you."

Itachi suddenly became very aware of the hardness in his trousers. Within the next moment they were throwing their clothing off madly, flinging it to where ever, looking ridiculous as he pulled down his pants and boxers, and she tossed her bra and underwear. They had to get off the bed for this and she found herself laughing at him as he kicked off the last of his clothing. He scooped her up and tossed her back onto the bed, causing her laughter to increase in volume.

Their previous sensuality was reduced by smiles and giggles as his lips descended to the middle of her chest. His hands now massaging and squeezing her eagerly. He spread her legs apart and him crawled on his knees forward to position himself, but a moment of clarity passed through him and he was reaching into his nightstand.

"Hmm?"

"Protection."

"Ah!" I hadn't even thought about it…

She sat up to watch him as he slid the rubber material around his protruding arousal. Her face was flushed by the sight but she continued to stare.

Her eyes widened when she saw his eyebrows knitted in embarrassment.

"…if you stare at it…"

She let out a short laugh and reached up for his face again. Kissing him slowly, trying to regain some of the mood they had lost in the normal processes of sex. It seemed to relax him and he slowly pushed her onto her back. She pulled one of the pillows down under her hips so they were slightly raised, not breaking the kiss and he positioned himself once again.

He paused. Is he still worried I don't want to? She kissed him, nodding her head and gently locking her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips to his ear.

"It's okay."

She felt a slight pressure against her outer lips and he tried to push himself in. After a few moments he looked down. Sumire readjusted her hips and dropped her hands down her abdomen, parting her lower lips with one hand. His breath hitched at the feel of her fingers gently guiding his tip to her entrance. He pushed his hips forward, swallowing a moan as he gradually became engulfed in wet heat. Sumire let out a gasp as he pushed himself in. Her body trembled until he became fully sheathed, and she placed a palm against his chest.

"Please don't move yet."

"Are you alright?" he sounded out of breath.

"Yes… you're just a bit… big."

"Though I am average for my body's structure, I suppose the fact that you are much shorter than me makes it seem as though I'm… large."

"Everything you are saying is so sexy." She said in monotone.

He stared at her blankly.

"I was making a joke…" She let out a few giggles, amused by his inability to recognize her humor.

His eyes shut and his fingers gripped the bedsheets by her head.

"Are you okay?"

He let out a low, breathy moan:

"I can feel you laughing."

The statement earned another few giggles from her.

"That's so weird."

He let out another exasperated breath.

"Stop that."

"I'm sorry," she could barely manage to say it due to her increasing laughter.

He leaned down and silenced her with a full kiss and began to move his hips. She mewled at the sudden sensation of movement within her. She released moan after moan against his lips as he settled into a slow rhythm. His hands continued to massage and knead her skin, his thumb brushing over her perky nipple. He dropped his head and took the bud into his mouth, his hips still slowly moving forward and back.

She let out a low "mmm" sound and raised her hips up to meet his thrusts.

"Itachi-san~" she tangled her fingers in his hair.

His eyebrows were knitted together, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His head fell forward as a heated tingling traveled from his abdomen outwards. This sensation is… He let out a short exhale and lowered his face to the crook of her neck. Intoxicating. His name left her lips again.

A steady warmth had developed in her abdomen. The heat swelled and spread slowly, enveloping her in a pleasurable haze.

"Sumire, enough…" he paused to let the sensation wash over him, "with… -san."

He rose his face.

"Itachi is fine."

"…but…"

He paused, adjusted his position, their gazes still locked. He tilted his head to the side as he went in for another kiss. He rolled his hips into his next thrust and she grasped hold of his shoulder blade, crying out against his lips. He slid both of his arms beneath her as he continued to roll his lower body against hers.

"Ah… ah…" she let out one wordless exclamation after another, her body beginning to shiver.

"Itachi!"

Hearing his name without the honorific pushed him into a high. Her nails dug into him.

"Itachi!"

"Sumire." He breathed it lowly, returning to the crook of her neck.

"Ah… more~" she moaned it out hooking her legs on his hips.

His movement grew wilder almost jerking. Her "ahs" came out louder with every thrust. When he brushed a sensitive spot her voice jumped in register and he found himself no longer able to endure.

"Sumire… I…"

"Itachi~"

"Nngh."

"Itachi~"

"I can't hold it in."

She cupped his face:

"It's okay. Itachi~ Go ahead."

Their eyes were locked, their bodies still meeting in loving repetitive motions, the breath of their weaks pants mixing. She let out a giggle. It was too much to see and feel; he hid himself beneath her chin a final time. His body pressed into hers as he toppled over the edge, a ripple of tension bursting from his body. His shoulders shuddered with each spasm of his length.

She could hear his heavy breathing beneath her ear and feel the tremors in his muscles, her hands gently brushed over his back and down his spine. She kept her legs hooked around his waist, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him. His weight had collapsed atop her, but she did not feel suffocated, instead she felt safe and incredibly warm.

A few moments later he lifted himself.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded with a smile. They kissed once again, the press of their lips twice as sensitive as before. He pulled his hips back and checked the condom for leakage. Sumire curled up on the bedsheets watching him as he disposed of the rubber into a trashcan and wiped himself cleaned. He returned shortly after, offering her a separate towel that she used to clean between her legs.

"Was that…"

She looked up when she heard his voice.

"Was that okay for you?"

"Un." She tossed the towel into his laundry hamper. "It felt good. I'm happy."

He laid down on his back beside her looking at the ceiling with a pensive expression.

"Was… that okay for you? I know I didn't do much…"

"…"

In the few seconds before he formed an answer a huge anxiety had built within her.

"It was wonderful."

She blushed, but still scooted over on the bedsheets to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Really? I'm glad…"

"Ah…"

"Why… why did it take you so long to answer?"

"…I was trying to think of something to compare it to but… I couldn't."

"Oh." Wait is that a good thing or a bad thing or…
"I've never done anything such as that before."

Her eyes went wide with shock. So… wait…

"You've never had…"

"No."

What? What? WHAT?

"…w-why didn't you say anything?" she sat up looking down at him.

His cheeks colored slightly.

"I didn't… realize it was relevant."

"…but… I… I could have done more. To make it special! I…"

She stopped when she saw a large smile on his face. His hand cupped her cheek.

"That was special."

Her fingers intertwined with his, a faint skepticism present in her expression.

"I could have done more…"

"Sumire," He sat up. "It was amazing. I'm only sorry that… you didn't get to…"

She shook her head.

"It's okay. I'm used to not…"

His eyes became filled with concerned. She realized what she was going to say.

"I don't want that. I want… us to be equal…" he continued.

"It's okay really."

"Please, next time, talk to me. I want you to also…"

She nodded and kissed his nose.

"I want you to be satisfied."

"I will talk, I promise."

She continued to cradle his hand against her face, shutting her eyes with a content smile.

"Sumire,"

"Hmm?" she opened her eyes.

"I'm glad my first time was with you."

Her cheeks burned and she wrapped her arms his neck, using her full weight to push him back onto the bed.

"You're amazing." She said softly.

He planted a kiss upon her forehead.

"As are you."

She giggled and snuggled against him, the warmth of his body and the peace she felt gently lulling her to sleep.

A/N: Let me know what you think! :) Thanks for reading!