Haruno Sakura does not need to seek attention from any man. Despite some insecurities that all women develop over one thing or another, she knows that men find her attractive. She works out six days a week in a gym to keep it that way. She's physically strong, mentally strong, and intelligent to boot. Her hair is captivating, and her eyes are attention grabbers. She doesn't try to put on a show just to get a man to look her way. Anyone who expects her to do so is boring. Because men who want her to participate in some song and dance are not worth her time. She's not some prize to be won. She's not some silly woman or a trophy bitch. She's the top resident at the hospital where she works, capable of taking men apart literally and putting them back together.

Sakura doesn't try for men who want her to try. But she's a sucker for the ones who don't. The type of man who can walk into a room and say absolutely nothing but get everything. She's a sucker for the men who don't try. Sasuke's got that vibe about him. Too sure of himself and what he can do. He's skilled with his tongue in several ways and can talk himself in and out of trouble. She finds it most attractive when he says absolutely nothing, eyes low and assessing. Sasuke watches everything, catches everything, knows too much, and does too little. That face he makes that looks almost detached and disinterested gives her chills. God help whatever it is he's figuring out. She prays it escapes before he can find it. Sasuke Uchiha remembers everything. Down to that spot on her side that makes her flinch and flush when he pushes his thumb in it in the middle of a party.

"Sasuke!" Sakura hisses, grabbing the barstool close to her.

He smirks at her. "You look good enough to kiss."

"And you're here with Karin, remember."

Sakura points her chin at the redhead glaring at them from near the door. Sasuke smacks his teeth, finishes his wine, and makes good on his statement by kissing her cheek.

"Why are you just standing here?" he counters her statement. "It's not like you to be this quiet."

It's a good question with a slightly embarrassing answer. "I'm waiting."

"For?"

Sakura feels herself blush because she isn't sure how Sasuke knows about his brother.

"That's not important," she deflects the question, watching the door.

Sasuke huffs and gently cuffs her elbow. "You didn't have to come."

She shrugs. "I wanted to support your promotion. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't show?"

She was also specifically told to come and what to wear and where to be. But Sakura doesn't tell him that.

Sasuke pokes her in the forehead. "Go by Naruto. He's already making enough conversation for him and Hinata. Or go by Lee and give him false hope for the millionth ti–,"

Sakura elbows Sasuke in the side, pushing away from the bar, waves her hand above her head and calls across the room.

"Hey, Kiba!" Sakura leaves Sasuke at the bar, walking to the brunet who smiles back at her efforts.

Karin rolls her eyes as she passes by, huffing and stomping off towards her boy toy. Sakura doesn't think much of her to pay her any mind. She gravitates to Kiba and Shino sitting near some potted plants and starts a conversation as promised. If truth be told, she has ulterior motives, so the conversation is just Kiba talking at her and Shino. Sakura's fist supports her chin while she blinks languidly and nods when he asks her a question.

Then the front door of the hall Orochimaru rented opens and in walks one Itachi Uchiha. Late and dressed in a dark purple suit, black shirt, black tie, low socks, black shoes, wrist watch peeking out from his tailored suit cuffs. He's got that look that makes Sakura swallow. The same look Sasuke gets, except it's a lot more refined. Smooth. Sexy.

Shit.

Sakura's known Itachi for several years because of Sasuke. When she was old enough to pay attention, he went to college. Then she and Sasuke went to college and had that on-again-off-again relationship thing. When she got back, medical school kept her busy. Itachi was working. Sasuke was just starting his new job. Then residency made it easier for her to hang out with her post-lover best friend, but Itachi's work hours meant they hardly saw each other. Of course, they talked and hung out together when it was a group activity that Sasuke invited him to. But for most of that time, Sakura had eyes for Sasuke, then Zabuza, and then the shit show with Jin. Throughout that time, she mostly saw Itachi as Sasuke's older brother.

Until she kisses him at a bar while trying to avoid confronting two drunk men. Until he shoves his tongue in her mouth and her entire body ignites. Until he's got her back up into the island in the middle of the kitchen, sputtering out moans. Until she's calling his name in this bed, with soaking wet panties. Until, while trying to locate his brother in the crowd, those eyes linger on her for several seconds. Kiba leans over to whisper something in her ear. She's about to tell him to move until she notices the subtle telltale Uchiha sign of intrigue and then disapproval etched into Itachi's brow.

She's supposed to be by the bar, waiting for him to come to get her. Sakura is supposed to do a lot of things. Itachi's giving her that look.

It's gone before she can blink. A quick two tugs at his jacket sleeve. Sakura raises a brow but doesn't budge. Itachi doesn't ask twice, going to the bar to order a drink. But she knows better, pressing her legs together at the sheer implication of her purposeful disobedience.

Sakura doesn't drink dark liquor. It's not her style and the taste is not her favorite. But she absolutely loves how it coats Itachi's tongue and gives their third, fourth, and sixth kiss a distinct flavor. She's chasing his lips when he shoves her back down on the couch, tightening the tie and bruising her wrists. Itachi narrows his eyes as he hovers over her.

"Stay."

The command sends shivers down her spine and ripples of heat between her legs. She tries to do the thing that she does with Sasuke. Her black heels just barely graze his pants leg before he growls at her, yanking her by the ankles and bending her leg in the most uncomfortable position over his shoulder. Itachi presses his body weight against the leg against the sofa in the small lounge just off the main hall, forcing her legs open, and exposing the fact that she's not wearing any underwear. Gray eyes linger. Sakura blushes up to her ears when his hand reaches and then rubs. Her answering moan earns her a bite on her calf.

Itachi's eyes are positively murderous, wiping the wetness from his fingers on her leg.

"You're loud. If anyone comes in here, there will be consequences."

Sakura bites her lip, shuttering at the idea of what those consequences might be. He wraps his arm around her leg to keep her there, then starts to unbutton his suit jacket. She watches, green eyes hungry for more. Itachi takes his time, shedding one sleeve at a time. When he leans forward to kiss her as a reward, she is grateful that her legs can bend and accommodate.

Itachi likes using his teeth. She's too willing to let him bite and graze and lick her neck. To wrap his fingers around her throat and taste and nibble his way down to her chest.

His glare is her only warning. Itachi curls his fingers inside the heat between her legs. Sakura squeaks and he tightens his hand around her throat, stealing air. Oh god, I'm going to die.

It's hard to breathe in every sense. The raw way he uses his hand makes her even wetter. The hand on her neck, the tie around her wrist. It's too much sensation. Sakura shutters, eyes rolling as she arches into him, losing breath and consciousness and all sense of self-control.

Itachi lets her go.

She gasps for air and he covers her with his body, gentle kisses on her cheek.

"Mhm, Sakura, do you want to cum?"

She can barely form words, only nodding so he can keep going.

"Do you know what I want?" Itachi questions and strokes her a different.

Sakura shakes her head, which seems to be the wrong answer. His fingers leave her almost as quickly as his body does. Itachi pulls away, wiping her juices on the underside of her dress.

"I want you to be where I tell you to be. Not entertaining other men." Itachi straightens his clothes. "I guess neither of us will get what we want tonight."

Sakura could whine but she doesn't. She might be wet but Itachi is equally as turned on based on what she can see. She has no intention of either of them going back to that party without taking care of it first.

She stretches out as much as the little loveseat will let her, hiking her dress up to expose herself to him.

"You're going to leave me in here to finish myself?" she questions, sliding her own fingers between her legs. "What if someone walks in on me?"

Itachi's eyes watch her movements.

"Sakura."

She moans when he calls her name. By the third finger, Itachi's got her by the arms and a knee pressed against her inner thigh.

"Thin ice, Sakura," Itachi warns.

She grins knowing what's about to happen.

"Guess you will have to teach me again, hm?"

Sakura doesn't perform for any man, but Itachi Uchiha has her wondering if he gets a kick out of her reckless behavior.

A/N: Annnddddd done!