A/N: I can never have a one-theme chapter. You don't get pretty, sparkly, flowery lemons from me. That's not my style. I actually kind of detest those kinds of lemons. Like, do you even know how weird, messy, and funny sex is? It's the funniest shit ever bruh.

Itachi was cupping her face and gently patting her cheek.

"Sumire? Are you okay? Please say something."

He had seen her turn scarlet, her eyes roll back, and her body tilting. Luckily he was spry enough to catch her before she hit the hardwood floor.

Her knuckles had turned white from clenching the teddy bear so tightly. Her eyes were now shut and her head was turned away, but just as he was preparing to lift her, carry her to his car, and rush to the hospital, her lids fluttered. She let out a tiny groan.

"Sumire?"

"Too sexy." she whispered weakly.

"What?"

"That was too sexy. I couldn't…"

"I'm so sorry."

She groaned again.

"I will never say anything like that again."

Her eyes shot open fully and she sat up.

"No no it's okay!"

She would not have that, of course.

"I just wasn't mentally prepared. I thought we lost the mood because of Shisui-san and I was so happy with the bear."

Her voice faded. Her small hands held up the stuff animal for inspection. She was all smiles and giggles again as she squeezed it to her chest.

But the sight was too much for him.

"Sumire."

"Hm?"

He said nothing but kept his dark eyes fixated on her beaming face. It took her a few seconds for her to understand the meaning of his intense stare.

"Okay."

A feeble yelp left her as he scooped her up easily.

"You're really strong." she gasped, one hand grabbed his dress-shirt.

He did not respond for he was an Uchiha on a mission. He pressed his back to his bedroom door causing it to open smoothly across the carpet. In moments the bear had been set on the nightstand, she was laid across his navy sheets, and he was hovering over her.

This is just like last time… should I ask him if he wants to try something new...

"I would like to properly savor my dessert."

She was scarlet once more. Her hands went over her face.

"There you go saying embarrassing things! You're going to make me faint again."

"My apologies but," his fingers clasped hers and he held her hand against the pillows. "I can't resist something so appetizing."

Her thighs were squeezing tight both in nervousness and an intense excitement. Where had this confident man come from? She knew where. No matter the activity, once tried he quickly became skilled. Itachi was a natural expert.

Sumire was already breathing heavily, arousal mixing with her nerves.

"P-P-"she avoided his gaze. "P-please e-eat me."

Unfortunately for him, she too was a natural expert at this particular activity.

His vision became foggy for a moment, due to the sudden immense downward blood flow, but he leaned down to whisper near her ear:

"With pleasure."

A fluttery sensation enveloped her at the feel of his soft lips against her neck.

She thought the previous evening was excruciatingly slow, but the idleness of his hands atop her was unbearable. She took his fingers and tried to place them over her clothed breast, but he easily slipped them away. He pinned her other wrist to the bed.

"Patience, I said savor."

A tremor ran through her and she managed a weak 'un.' He peeled her clothing away gradually and coated every exposed inch of her heated skin with kisses. The tenderest parts of her body were caressed so delicately with flicks of his tongue and the gentlest of squeezes that it was no surprise by the time he reached the warm space between her legs her panties were translucent with anticipation.

"Itachi." she whined his name as he trailed the thin material down to her ankles.

"Hm?"

"Please, I can't wait anymore."

He chuckled softly and spread her apart by the backs of her thighs. He quite enjoyed this mood he had created. Unlike their first time he felt much more in control, much calmer. Enough so that he allowed his words and actions to flow naturally.

"I've never had a dessert beg to be eaten."

Another nervous sound came from her. She was starting to writhe. Torture, pure torture. Her mind devised ways to shorten the activity, leaping from removing all of the doors from the apartment to no longer wearing clothing when home. Anything to make this faster. If I start taking birth control then he wouldn't have to put on a condom. That's like half a minute gone.

He stretched himself across the bed into a comfortable position and lowered his head to between her splayed legs.

Oh my gosh he's going to but I haven't groomed I…

He paused just before so he could relish the view. He had never been so close to this part of a woman's body and he wanted to examine her thoroughly.

"If you stare at it." she mimicked his words from before and he chuckled again.

His breath against her lower lips made her squirm. She was not used to someone being so near this junction. When she saw a fond expression, a fond expression that she was used to receiving in far different situations, her entire face, neck, and chest flushed and her legs shut tight.

"Owe-owe-owe."

He pried his head from the vice-like grip of her thighs. She curled them close to her body and hid her face behind her hands once again.

"I'm sorry." she said weakly.

"Are you alright?"

"You just kept staring at it and I…"

That sound, the fading of her voice was a signal that tears were coming. He crawled up so he was beside her. She rolled over and nuzzled herself into his chest to hide. As much as he enjoyed seeing her nude, he felt it was no longer necessary.

"Let me bring you a t-shirt."

"Okay."

He was quick to toss off his own dress shirt and pants and slip into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, but he returned with another. She pulled it over and found that it hid her enough that she would be comfortable. Once again they cuddled together on his bed. Before resting his arm around her waist he snatched the teddy bear from the nightstand. He wiggled it in the air near her head then bumped her cheek gently. She giggled and plucked it from his hand.

They were silent for quite awhile. Itachi was trying to understand what he had done wrong but she was busy mustering the courage to explain something she hadn't discussed yet.

"I'm sorry." she repeated.

"For what?"

"Stopping."

"There's no need to apologize for that."

He felt tears dripping onto his fresh shirt.

"Hisashi would get so mad at me if I tried to stop him."

Itachi let his hand smooth up and down her side. It soothed her enough so she could continue speaking.

"He'd get so mad if I hadn't shaven down there." her fingers clenched the bear. "He'd even get mad when I was on my period, almost like I'd done it on purpose so he wouldn't want to have sex with me."

"That's ridiculous, to think that way." he commented.

He was infuriated though he tried to withhold it.

"The therapist I met with, she explained that that's what made me even more anxietal during my period. Like he was convincing me there was something wrong with having it. Like there was something wrong with my body doing anything that wasn't for him."

She slowly looked up at him.

"Seeing you look at me like that. I just. I don't know."

She buried her face in his chest and let out a sob finally. It was building again, those words she wanted to express, but she swallowed them down. The last time she said those words it was to appease a man who only wanted what he wanted. The last time she spoke something so intimate it was to make him finish so he would climb off of her. The last time that simple phrase left her lips, it was in an empty acceptance that they were words with no truth and only use. The remnants of her traumas kept her from taking that final leap. The leap that would make this dream reality.

One Week Later

Sumire was not overwhelmed by the tasks that were set out in front of her, she was more concerned with the fact that she had applied and received a position that would force her to interact with lots and lots of people. She wasn't the best at socializing yet she accepted this service job without hesitation. Well, when you need money.

Not that she needed money, but she was accustomed to tending to her own expenses. She wasn't about to ask her rich boyfriend to provide everything for her, even though he would do so in a heartbeat, and even though he sort of already was. It didn't take much for her to shake away that sentiment in her head and claim that she would strive to be self sufficient. After her last relationship, she promised herself she would never become fully reliant on another man ever again.

Social anxiety aside, Sumire was able to do her job proficiently. The costume shop in the mall was not the most popular and the people that did wander in were polite. Most of her time was spent reorganizing the items that her boss wanted her too. He mentioned something about the aesthetics of the space, but she tuned him out. She could only handle one man raving about aesthetics and that was Deidara.

When he was off on one of his numerous coffee breaks she stood behind the register and worked on some calculus homework she had neglected to finish before her shift. It was then she heard the light footsteps of someone entering. She looked up and greeted them, but was a bit stunned to see such a beautiful woman. She had an air of regality to her. The strands of her long brown hair look incredibly soft, but untouchable. Her dark eyes seemed to be avoiding Sumire's purposefully. Every aspect of her purple and white clothing was prim and proper.

The woman, who was not much older than Sumire herself, meandered through the aisles, still avoiding eye contact with her. Sumire finally looked down, her cheeks coloring once she realized she had rudely stared at her. It was then she could feel the woman's gaze boring into her skull. She did not look up immediately. She pretended to fiddle with something on the small desk then let her line of sight travel towards hers.

And the woman was looking away again, this time not with a natural proud air, but with some embarrassment. She too realized she had rudely stared. They continued in their strange dance of looks, until the woman finally approached her, having settled on a small bracelet.

Sumire went through the proper motions of a service worker and thanked her for her patronage. There was an awkward pause between them. The woman looked as though she desperately wanted to say something, but she visibly bit her lip and held it in.

"Is there something the matter?" Sumire asked, thinking it had something to do with her work.

"Oh, no. It's nothing." the woman turned from her, reciting a quick thank you, and was out of the costume shop in mere seconds.

Sumire stared after her, wondering why she had been so mysterious and awkward. Was there something I did wrong? She picked up her lead pencil and tapped it against the open notebook beneath the cashier counter. I guess that's just a service job.

3 Weeks Later

Sumire heard the front door open and she sucked in a deep breath. I can do it! She padded out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

"Welcome home!"

She stopped just a few feet away. He hung his coat on a hook and let his gaze fall on the woman in front of him, wearing only a frilly white apron.

"Ne, Itachi~" her voice took on a whining quality, "are you hungry? I've made dinner."

Her shy gaze lowered to the middle of his chest.

"Or… maybe you want to take a bath?"

Her hands were gripping the edge of the frill on her apron.

"Or…"

One of her hands rose slowly. Her entire face was flushed and shy tears were brimming at the edges of her eyes as she raised them to meet his. She pointed at herself with a curved finger.

"Would you like me?"

It was the fastest he'd ever taken off his shoes. In fact, he kicked them off and was upon her in moments. She felt the vibrations of his groan the moment their mouths met. He lifted her up, dropped to his knees, and laid her across the smooth floorboards, without breaking the heated kiss. With a single touch a warm sensation had developed between her legs, but as their lips pressed and his hands wandered the warmth became an intense fever. The moment he raised his head to speak to her she revealed:

"Um… the… the birth control should've… kicked in by now…" her voice was high-pitched and hazy.

He released a sigh-like moan and descended upon her again, this time his hands frantically undoing his belt and zipper. A softer sound of arousal left her swollen lips. Her legs reflexively raised and spread apart in a demonstration of her desire. I'm throbbing so much. Her hips wiggled while he tugged down the edge of his trousers, causing his full length to spring out. The sight seemed to increase her writhing.

"Itachi~"

He positioned himself, letting his tip stroke up and down against the dripping lips. With a single push he was inside. A cry filled the air and he grunted, within moments their hips were moving. Sumire clung to his dress-shirt. Her teeth dug hard into her bottom lip, each thrust propelling her into a euphoria she had been aching for all day. Itachi balanced on his elbows, his heading falling forward.

This is what she feels like… He exhaled near her ear. I can feel every fold… so wet, warm, soft, so… He moaned. Raw.

The combination of fiction and increasing temperatures already had them both panting and sweating. Sumire was gasping beneath him, her hips bucking along with his every movement.

It's so much warmer without… it feels so good…

"There!" she almost screamed it.

Her hips remained raised against his thrusts, helplessly trying to keep the angle that had caused the most pleasant numbness she had ever experienced. The space between her legs so hot she couldn't feel much else anymore. He put a hand on her waist to support her and he maintained the pace of those strokes. Her head was falling further and further back until she collapsed beneath him. White past over her eyes, her eyelids were fluttering, and she was releasing tiny "mmm" sounds.

"Itachi~" she managed to speak, "you can, you can come inside~"

He shuddered almost immediately, the very concept of releasing deep into her was simply too much to bear. He slammed his mouth onto hers and their hips ground together hard while he spurted. They parted for just a moment panting from the exertion and letting themselves recede from the haze, but he was soon kissing her again, only he took his time moving his mouth against hers.

The doorbell ringing had them both lifting their heads. Sumire watched his handsome face rise away from her and resisted the intense urge to pull him back down. A soft moan-like sound left her lips as he slid his softening length out of her. She remained there for a moment, pondering the stickiness on her abdomen and between her thighs. When she realized he was standing she shakily got to her feet and darted to the closet to find a towel.

Itachi watched the small woman as she rushed to pull out a blue fleece towel and returned to wipe up the mess they had made on the hardwood floor. He redid his belt, gazing at her with fondness as her bare rear disappeared into her bedroom. Turning back to the front door, he quickly buttoned and zipped his pants. Itachi leaned over to the peephole, recognizing the people outside, he unlocked and opened it calmly.

They had arrived quite a few minutes ago. Outside the door they paused to hear the name of the man they sought being cried out shamelessly. A frustrated wave of emotion encompassed the three men from finding that the rumors were true.

"Itachi," the man in front spoke.

"Good afternoon," he bowed his head to them.

After taking in the scene, his wrinkled dress shirt and pants, the disheveled ponytail, the aura of bodies having melded, they exchanged knowing glances.

Itachi was aware of their intentions the moment he had seen their expressions. He was simply waiting for them to begin.

"Itachi, you probably know why we're here." One spoke.

Itachi's silence was answer enough.

"There are rumors that you are living alone with a woman. A woman who is not an Uchiha."

"It's already enough that you've disrespected your father and your family-"

"Please get to the point." Itachi interrupted.

Their eyes flashed with anger. The younger Uchiha gave no reaction.

"You've got one last opportunity to make things right, if you are going to fool around with tramps, do so without drawing attention,"

"The dates are fast approaching; I suggest you do away with your toys long before the time comes."

X

Sumire finished dressing and turned the door handle to her room. The door creaked as it opened.

"Koizumi-san."

Her body froze. Itachi… he's… my surname? Is something wrong?

"Please remain in the room."

The tone was harsh and commanding. Sumire nervously stepped back and shut the door, her heart was racing, her arms went in front of her body.

Something is happening… he sounds so angry…

X

They can't know her full name. Koizumi is common, searching that name will show hundreds of women. The only emotion he gave from speaking was anger. The men were looking past him now, quietly hoping she was hard-headed enough to walk out against his wishes. One look at her face would be enough for them to remember, but as long as the younger Uchiha hid her identity she remained behind a bulletproof shield. Itachi allowed his gaze to fill with fire.

"Are you finished?"

"Heed our warning Itachi."

The moment they turned their backs he shut the door. He took a deep breath after turning the locks and headed to the bedroom where she was waiting.

X

Sumire hadn't moved since, deep concern and nervousness enveloped her. The door opened in front of her and she leapt back.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" he asked.

She shook her head, relieved to see him in her doorway.

"Is everything okay?"

With a few easy strides, he was in front of her. His long arms pressed her body against his.

"I'm sorry for yelling."

She shook her head again.

"Who was at the door?" she tried to look up at his face but he was burying himself in her neck.

"Itachi?"

"Forgive me, let's just stay like this… for a short while…"

"Un," her fingers gently curled into his dress shirt.

What could have happened?

A/N: Drama forthcoming. Ehehehehe (I'm totally not buzzed while writing this, lol).