Disclaimer: I own the OCs in this fic, the rest is Masashi Kishomoto's. Sorry for any spelling mistakes.
PS: Lemon at the end of the chapter!
"She has a lot of potential, but it's clear to me she doesn't want to use it. Not anymore, she was forced to and it repels her too much," Shisui told him, watching over the Naka river as the moon was almost up in the sky. "It's her right to decide whether or not she wants to use it, and explore her potential. Right now, I fear Konoha is not the right place. With the clan, I don't want to put her in another Kiri."
"But Akane-san is still alive." Shisui smiled sadly.
"Yeah, traumatized and broken, but she is. She needs time to recover from what they made her do for the past two years."
He still remembered that discussion with Shisui when he came back from his mission. Itachi looked down at Akane, sleeping against the trunk of a tree, her arms wrapped around herself to keep her warm. Kisame was sleeping on the other side of the fire and he was on watch duty. His Akatsuki coat was not keeping him extremely warm and the light of the fire was burning his now sensitive eyes, but it did not keep him from looking at her from the corner of her eyes. Shisui had asked him to keep an eye on her before he committed suicide, so when she appeared out of nowhere in front of him, screaming she would kill Sasori, he kept her from getting herself killed.
At first, when he allowed her to stay with them as their clandestine fellow traveler, it was what he kept telling himself to justify his actions. Not that it was not the case, but there was something else.
In her eyes, he did not see judgment or fear or hatred, all of the things that people usually felt when they saw him and knew about his past actions. As always, the thought of the night of the massacre brought back the taste of bile in his mouth.
He was not sure if she knew he was aware she used to be in Kiri, and did not care. She did not mention his actions, he would not mention something she probably wanted to forget. It must have been the reason why she was friendly with him. He did not kill Shisui, the only thing she really seemed to care in the Uchiha massacre, and had not done anything to her. The civil wars in Kiri and how the village ordered the slaughters of most of clans must have numbed her to the things a village could do to its own people. In a way, he never told her why he killed his clan, the real of false reason, but she was smart. He was perfectly aware of how she would sometimes stare at him thoughtfully, as if she was trying to solve a puzzle.
Even if she did not remember it very well, Akane was the last person he knew from his childhood. Unconsciously, that was what he was seeking in her presence. Someone who would still see him for himself and not the cold persona he had built after he left Konoha to fool Madara. He knew what he was doing, why he was here, but Akane was a perfect way to keep reminding him of that, of who he was and what his dream was.
He was letting her stay for his own selfish reasons and, with how lost she was in her own life, he did not feel any remorse about doing it. Maybe she would find something she would like to do.
Itachi rubbed his eyes. Facing Jiraya-sama and Kakashi-san had been tiring. However, even with how close they had been to Konoha, Akane staying outside of the village and away from them in town, he felt a little bit happy at the fact she had showed absolutely no desire to go there. He would not have to keep her against her will.
With Danzou in Konoha and the Third dead, Itachi knew the former would want Akane again and he would not fail keeping the promise he made to Shisui years ago.
"With the shadow of the fire, you look like you're brooding or planning someone's murder," Akane mumbled next to him. He shot her a look. She was now sitting next to him and yawning. "Was it weird to see your brother?"
"Hn." He could do without her bluntness though. Although, sometimes it was nice too.
"I saw Jiraya-san in town too."
"Did he see you?"
"No, I hid before and he was with a luscious brunette anyway." She yawned once again and looked at him sleepily. "You can sleep if you want to, I'll guard. I've had a nightmare."
"You're too tired to be on watch Akane."
"So not true," she muttered, rubbing her eyes in hope to keep them open, but her lids kept closing on their own. "It's..."
"Go back to sleep," he advised her, a hand on her shoulder to push her down to the ground. She didn't protest, only mumbling things to herself, already back asleep. Itachi grabbed her bag and put it under her head.
Seeing Sasuke had been weird, and unexpected. He had grown up and developed his skills, as he learned the Chidori. He was still immature though, and Itachi couldn't die just now.
But he didn't want to think about his brother now, or how the fact he put him through the Tsukuyomi for a second time was making him want to puke.
"Itachi!?" she sprinted to him as Kisame turned toward him, eyes narrowed. He had been good so far at hiding his crisis, but he had to have one when they were walking in dead silence. He slapped her hand away when she tried to physically support him.
She went in front of him to try to see what was wrong, but he threw up blood.
Lots of it.
On her, before passing out.
When he woke up, he could only hear Kisame preparing a fire. He blinked multiple for his blurry sight to be clear once again, and once he could see, what he heard was confirmed. Only Kisame was here.
"You gave the kid a scare Itachi-san, she kept cursing you when you were out." Sitting up, the Uchiha realized he only had his shirt and pants on, but not his usual coat. "It was covered in blood, like her clothes, so she decided to find a watering hole and wash them."
"When..." He coughed to clear his throat. "When was it?"
"I don't know, two hours ago maybe," the swordsman replied with a nonchalant shrug.
Itachi got up on shaky legs, grabbed his canteen and went behind a tree to rinse his mouth. He spat out pinky water and the taste of iron was still very much present on his tongue. Once the water he was spitting was clear, he drank some of the rest. It was not much though.
If she had not found a watering hole she would have been back already. He would find her and refill his canteen.
He informed Kisame of where he was going and left without waiting for an answer. He usually felt the symptoms of a crisis when one was coming, but this time it had been unexpected. Pain erupted in his body out of sudden, in particular around his heart, where it usually did not hurt that much.
Itachi knew what it meant. The disease he had, no matter what it was, was progressing. Dying did not matter that much to him, he just needed to stay alive until Sasuke was ready.
He spotted his coat on a tree branch, as flat as it could be to dry. It was still wet, but he couldn't see blood on it. Akane had cleaned it then, and she should be nearby, like water. When he was at the lake, he looked around, but there was no one. The twilight was showering speaks of gold on the surface of the water, giving it a mystic beauty to it. The still surface of the water started to waver near the bank on his right. A figure emerged from it, from side on.
His hand clenched his canteen harder, his knuckles turning white. He was eighteen, his hormones still played tricks on him, reminding him they were still present. Traveling with a girl had not helped, especially when sometimes she would shift in her sleep and adopt sensual positions that would make his mind clouded by...specific scenarios.
Seeing Akane, soaking wet, the water barely reaching her curvy hips and leaving him free to see a small portion of her round bottom...his mind was already drawing the rest of it. He could see her nipples stiff from the cold water, and her breast, not too small or too big, just proportional to the rest of her body, her beautiful body to the dirty part of his mind who was trying to convince him to join her, were also firmer because of the temperature, a drop of water rolling on the one he was seeing. Her eyes were half-lidded and her lips parted as she was rolling her shoulders to relieve herself from the tensions in them. When she raised her arms above her head, her fingers crossed, and stretched out with a moan of satisfaction, her soaked long hair stuck to her skin as if daring him to move it so that he could see more, he broke out of his daydream.
He went back next to his coat and breathed out shakily. He was perfectly aware Akane was a pretty woman, she was a cute little girl back then and puberty did wonders for her, turning into a gorgeous woman. He didn't need his body to agree so much with him like it was agreeing at the moment. Itachi closed his eyes with a disturbed frown. No matter how hard he was trying, Akane's naked body kept appearing, looking more and more inviting each time. If he had put his hand on her back, would she have shivered at the unexpected warmth on her cold skin? Would she have leaned into him, seeking more warmth? Would her eyes have showed heat like his owns would have while looking at her? Would she have blushed if his hand had traveled from her back to her bottom to caress it?
He had to think about something else. Now, or…
"Oh, Itachi, you're awake!" His eyes snapped open and he grabbed his coat to put it on, hiding his now visible erection. He couldn't let her see him like this and think he was a pervert.
Why did he care about that by the way? Akane could think what she wanted, he didn't care. Right?
"Hey, it's not dry yet, you're gonna get sick," she warned him as she stopped next to him, her fingers ruffling her damped auburn locks. "You apparently don't need that right now."
"Water," he heard himself say coldly. She seemed surprised for a second at his tone, but pointed behind her anyway.
"There's a lake, I swam a little. I find it warm enough from me, but it might be too cold for you." He didn't bother showing her his canteen to explain why he needed water. It was cold? Perfect, it would be perfect. "Well you're welcome you ungrateful ass," she muttered when he left her.
She was right, it was cold. It was the perfect temperature to cool down his overheated body.
When he retraced his steps, Akane had not moved. Her hands were together as if she was holding water in them. She was, but said water rose in the air to form a very detailed snowflake. At least he thought, because even if from afar it looked like a snowflake, as he got closer, he saw the details were clumsily done.
Itachi blinked when it froze.
Hyōton. He wasn't aware of that. Shisui had mentioned potential, but Itachi thought it was fuinjutsu, something she had already done in front of him. Not Hyōton, not a kekkai genkai typical from the Land of Water.
"Akane." She jumped, startled, and hid her creation from him with wide eyes.
"I didn't do anything!" She blinked at him in confusion and, when she fully recognized him, sighed with a hand on her heart. "Fuck, you scared me."
"Why did you hide it?" he asked her, crouching next to her. She slightly tilted her head on the side and her lips, full, defined and pale lips, parted to form an 'oh' of understanding.
"Old habit die hard I guess, I was told I shouldn't be doing that with my ability. A waste of time he said." She pulled out the sculpture from behind her back and dropped it on her laps. A frown of deception marred her face. "I still suck." Without asking, he gently took it between his fingers to inspect more closely.
"It needs more definition," he agreed and she raised a brow.
"No offense, but I don't picture you as a guy that has an artistic bone in his body. That's more puppet man, and the loud blond with him, no?"
"It is," he confirmed flatly. He wasn't an artist. He could copy an artist with his sharingan, but it was just copying.
"Thanks for your opinion anyway Itachi. My brother was way better than me." Her brother. She had a brother? Probably dead from the use of the past tense. "Thinking about it, I think you may be sick with what he had too." She pursed her lips with a clouded gaze. "I hope it's not, but...but it might be. I mean, maybe I missed symptoms you had, but you seemed taken by surprise by it too. Was...was it centered around your heart?" He frowned and slowly, nodded. She looked down. "No symptoms and the heart...it has already progressed quite a lot then..."
Was she concerned or just reminiscing of her brother, hence the troubled expression on her face? In any case, Itachi did not like one bit how his stomach twisted in a painful yet pleasant knot.
His mission, his mission was his priority. Nothing more, nothing else.
Akane was just a side mission, Shisui's side request that he was fulfilling.
Ever since that day, he could not keep himself from thinking about what was under her clothes. It was stupid and disgusting, he hated his body and hormones for not moving on. Sure, Akane was beautiful, but a body was nothing more than a body. It did not, should not, deserve so much of his attention and thoughts. Knowing the subject of such dirty thoughts was so close to him made it even worst.
Another thing that started to happen ever since, was he noticed the stares of other men on her a lot more now. He didn't know if she didn't notice or was acting oblivious to them, but he noticed and it made something burn deep inside of him. He knew perfectly well what they were thinking, all of them, because he thought it too. However, he wouldn't do anything whereas they would, at least try, without really caring about Akane and it…
It made his blood boil in his veins like it had not for years.
It made him wonder what she was doing. They were in a small village at the border between the Land of Fire and the Land of Earth. Kisame and him had a mission and Akane had been on her own doing her own thing for the past three weeks. Actually, they were waiting for her at a tea shop, ready to leave but Akane was not there yet.
"Maybe she died," Kisame suggested out loud. "Wait, the kid's way too good at surviving, she's late."
"I am indeed," Akane confirmed, falling on the bench in front of them. "Sorry, I was...in a meeting." The two missing-nin stared at her and Itachi noticed the green apron on her shoulder. "I have news. It was fine and all traveling with you, but I'll stay here." Itachi kept staring at her, thinking he heard her wrong whereas Kisame was grinning next to him.
"Finally good news!" She gave him the finger and the Uchiha frowned. He did not want to leave her alone so close to Iwa, how could he make sure she was fine if she was not with him? He would not fail Shisui.
"You need a job." She showed her apron.
"Found one here."
"You need a place to stay," he hissed at her, glaring coldly at her to remind her she had to…
"Have one, a house. I helped a grandma who lost a lot in the wars and she passed away three days ago. My stuff is already there, I was with the attorney for her will, to prove I didn't take advantage of a poor old woman."
"An old woman gave you her house?" Kisame repeated in wonder. She shrugged. "Kid, you really have a way to survive."
"An old friend of mine used to tell me helping the elderly was always rewarding. Who knew?" She turned to look at Itachi in wonder. "Itachi, you okay?"
"Hn." She had a place to stay, a job and wanted to stay here. She was far from Konoha and Danzou. No, no matter how hard he was thinking about it, he had no arguments to keep her with them. Plus, staying here would not put her so easily on the Akatsuki's, and Madara's, radar.
She had every right to stay, it was her life and she lived it as she wanted to. He had no say in that. Absolutely none except if he wanted her to see him as her jailer and not as a friend. Because that was how she was seeing him, she told him clearly once. The lack of distrust toward him and the way she spoke to him were enough proof anyway.
He really couldn't think of one thing to say to convince her staying there was a bad idea.
Why was he so reluctant to leave her alone anyway?
Well, he knew the answer but did not like it one bit.
The entire way from the tea shop to the small house in the woods, fifteen minutes away from the village, it was the only thing he could think of. She kept seeing him for him, not the murderer, and it reminded of his dream and why he did what he did, why he was still fighting. She was his reminder of a happier past and of a happier Itachi, someone he thought disappeared long ago but that she seemed to see in him. Little by little, he could feel him trying to come back to the surface. He wanted Akane by his side for his own selfish reasons, and by wanting this he was keeping her from moving forward. He was a dead man walking.
He couldn't take her future away from her just because she was making him feel good about himself.
He shouldn't have allowed himself this one selfishness. Now he was finding very hard to let go of it.
"Getting cozy," Kisame noticed as he entered the house without asking, getting a heated glare from Akane in return and most probably many silent death threats from the young woman.
"Get him out!" she yelled at him, pointing at his partner. "He listens to you! Please Itachi get him out before I have to burn down my new place!"
"Kisame," he called his partner without thinking. He didn't want a headache now.
"Got it Itachi-san, I'll be waiting." On this he left to go in the woods. Akane snorted.
"He's just at the limit of my sensing range." She sighed and smiled at him. "So, huh...thanks for supporting me for these past months, it was nice to be around people. I mean you, not that fish guy you're dragging with you." She tiptoed to be at his height and wrapped her arms around his neck. On the outside, his face did not change an inch, and he did not hug her back. On the inside, his heart was racing in spite of him. When she let go of him, he cursed himself for missing her warmth against his body. Her scent of vanilla was already imprinted in his brain.
He was being stupid. His thoughts were stupid and nonsense. His body could go to hell with its reactions.
Leaving her here was the best for the two in the end. He would be back to his usual self and forgot about these...unpleasant feelings.
Even if when he saw her smile and her looking at him as friend, being the only one she was looking in such a way, was more than pleasant.
"You can stop by if you're in the area you know, you're more than welcomed in my..." She turned and showed the house. "...beautiful house!"
He wouldn't though. He needed to put an end to it once and for all. If...if she had hinted an interest, maybe he would have let his desires…
No. No, it was not a good trail of thoughts he was getting on.
"Don't cause troubles," he told her before before turning away to leave.
"Hey!"
He didn't turn around, only walking deeper in the woods to join Kisame. The latter sent him a look when he saw him, but Itachi ignored him.
Sasaki Akane was out of his mind once and for all.
This stupid childhood crush he had had on her that came back and turned into more would be gone soon.
He hated her.
Well, it was the total opposite, and he hated her for that. Was he that naive to think not seeing her every day would make it better? Because he had been gravely mistaken.
If Shisui had been here, he would laugh at him for fooling himself. Truth be told, he had been fine pretending he didn't care about how she was doing until they were given a mission near her place. Kisame had shot him a mocking look he ignored.
He was not really experienced with girls. He was aware he had had a lot of admirers in Konoha, but he did not give them any importance. Except for Izumi, who had been his friend. She was in love with him, he knew about it, but with everything with the clan and the village, he did not have time for that. Even if pretty much everyone thought they were in a relationship, they were not. He did not care about that at the time, and never saw Izumi as anything but a friend who would grow out of loving him.
This...this was different. He was yearning to just see her from afar, get a good look at her face once again and then he would be off.
It was exactly what he was doing. Seeing her smile so much was strange, she wasn't one to smile if she did not see a reason to, but now it was her job. She seemed to be fine though, not skinnier than before or tired, pretty much healthy in general.
She was doing good on her own.
She was doing perfectly good on her own.
It should not irk him that much.
He wanted to ask her how she was himself.
When he found Kisame, the two did not talk that much. Kisame, however, threw him something when he was ready to leave again. Itachi caught it with ease and looked at it, then looked at his partner. He shrugged.
"You'll thank me later Itachi-san, trust me."
Kisame grinned at his partner when he left in a silent body flicker.
He had taken the pack of condoms with him.
Once Itachi was at her place, he discarded her surprise at his sight immediately. He was the first one surprised by his presence after all. It did not take long until they were finally kissing. The Uchiha felt tension being taken away from his shoulders when his lips moved against her own, when his tongue met hers with passion, wanting so much more than a kiss, even if it was already intoxicating to him.
He knew he was in love with her. He did not know if it was mutual yet, but from her reactions when he took her in his arms and dropped her on her bed, there were feelings.
"Bring it on Itachi, bring it on." He smiled sincerely at her, his heart racing in anticipation and excitation.
He had wanted Akane for months. Ever since he saw her at the lake, he had had a deep, lingering need to make her his, and his only. He would make this memorable for the two of them.
His lips found hers once again, hungrily, greedy, and his tongue teased hers and explored her mouth, making her moan. He felt her fingers at the back of his head and quickly, his hitai-ate hit the wall in a 'clang'. Then, her fingers grasped his hair as she arched her back at his hand pulling up her tank top, pushing her body against his. He kept his groan of pleasure at feeling her against him and wavering of pleasure under his hands.
He moved back, leaving them both blushing and panting from their kiss. She sat up and let him take off her top, like she took off his shirt a moment later. Her eyes traveled up and down his chest and her lips found his jawline, her hands running up and down his chest, in a slow and lewd way, making him understand she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
When he stood up, she looked lost.
"The bed," he told her before going to the living-room. He grabbed the condoms and when he went back to the bedroom, was pleasantly surprised to see her in her underwear, the sheets almost thrown on the floor. She eyed the condoms curiously. "Kisame gave the..."
"Urgh, I get it, come back," she stopped him with a pout. He did, dropping the pack on the nightstand.
Akane laid back on the bed, her head in a pillow, and he made his way between her legs. Quickly, he unhook her bra, throwing it on the side like the rest of her clothes, as she pulled down his pants. His lips found her neck and sucked on it, making her moan shamelessly in his ear. His groin hardened at that and he found himself pushing against her. Her hands back on their exploration of his chest, she rubbed herself back against him. He muffled a moan against the smooth skin of her neck and grabbed one of her breast as his mouth captured hers once again. Her arms wrapped around his neck, she kissed him back with the same need he had for her.
Her breast was warm and soft in his hand, but kept getting firmer with arousal. His thumb was rubbing her nipple gently, getting it stiffer and stiffer. He broke the kiss, a string of saliva between them, and looked at her face. She was blushing, the blush spreading to her chest, and was panting, looking at him through her lashes with half-lidded eyes filled with pleasure and lust. He smirked down at her and was fully hard at the moan she tried to muffle with her hand when his tongue found her nipple and started to play with it. His hand was massaging her other breast and she ended giving up on muffling her moans, instead pushing her breasts more against him by arching her back, her head thrown back in her pillow. His lustful eyes were watching every single one of her reactions, more and more heat pooling down in his groin. He let go of her nipple, now wet and darker than the other one from the treatment he had had, to put his forehead against hers. He left a soft kiss on her lips.
"Akane..." he whispered to her. She looked back at him and bit her bottom lip, slowly nodding her head in understanding. They both wanted and needed more from each other.
He needed to prepare her first. He took off her panties, pleasantly wet because of him, and he stopped for a second at the display in front of him. Akane blushed in embarrassment and took the pillow to hide her face, whereas he was just looking at her. What he saw at the lake had haunted him and his dreams, but what he had in front of him was better. Spread out on her bed, her legs open to him, her chest moving up and down fast, the redness of her skin because of his touch, the sweat caused by their activities…
He took off his boxer, leaving his length finally free from his last article of clothing. The scent of her arousal was too much to keep things slow.
She sat up, stealing a quick kiss from him, and put a condom in his hand.
"You know how to put it on, right?"
"It can't be that hard." He ripped the packaging and, after a quick look at it, put it on. All of this under Akane's heavy gaze. "Are you okay?"
"It's...hum...big and...long..." she stuttered, still staring at his erection. He looked down at it too with a small frown.
"I'll be careful. You stretch too and accommodate to it. I just need to use my fingers first." She nodded quickly and raised her eyes to him, a look he couldn't identify in them.
"We're about to have sex." He blinked at her and nodded. "We're...really about to have sex. Sorry, I just need to say it out loud, makes it more real to me."
"Do you want to stop here?"
"No, I want it now. I...want you." He pursed his lips, his eyes darkening in lust at her. She kissed his jawline, having understood it would be his weak point. "I want your mouth on me...Itachi, I want you inside of me." He licked his lips unconsciously, which made her push her chest against his. "I want your cock inside of me." Hungry lips found hers.
If she wanted dirty talks, he would give her some later on. For now, he was all too happy to comply to her wishes. She had one arm around his neck, the other buried in his hair to keep his mouth against hers. His left hand was pushing back her hair from her face as his right one caressed her cheek, then her throat, slid down between her breasts, on her stomach to her pubic hair. She stopped breathing for a second when his fingers slid between her wet fold, nobody having touched her like that before.
He felt himself swelling in pride at that thought. The fact she was already so wet when he had not touched her there before made him swell in pride even more.
He moved his head back a little, attentively watching her face as he plunged a finger into her wet core. She did not seem to be in pain, just curious at the new sensation. After a few seconds of thrusting his finger inside of her, he decided to add another one. It was slightly harder to put it inside, and he saw her bite her lip in pain. He kissed her cheek and ran his finger in her hair to relax her and she flashed him a small smile, pulling him into a slow and sensual kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth now.
When she moaned as he was thrusting his fingers inside of her, he pulled them out and placed himself in front of her entrance. They exchanged a meaningful look and he kissed her gently when she gave him a small nod of the head, before pushing inside of her. He kept pushing, tearing something apart inside, until he was fully in.
"Damn it," she cursed, pain written all over her face.
"I'll wait," he murmured in her ear, starting to kiss her in the neck to get her to relax.
He wanted to move. She was so deliciously wet, warm, tight around him...it was like nothing he had experienced before. He wanted to move and feel the friction between him and her and make them both feel good, but he couldn't. If he moved, she would just be in more pain.
He had to wait a little bit longer.
"Itachi," she whispered hastily, "you...please move."
"Sure?" he replied quietly in her ear. She nodded and, placing his hands on each side of her head to have stability and with a good look at her face, he started to pull out.
He was almost out when he thrust inside of her again, slowly, careful of the expressions on her face. She understood that and grabbed his forearms. She raised her legs and put them against his sides.
His thrusts became faster when he saw the quiet moan that escaped from her lips. He could also feel her more relax around his length, slowly but surely getting used to him being inside of her. Their breathing kept quickening as he felt his pleasure going up, his pounding, although still regular, was still getting faster.
"I...Itachi..." she moaned as her legs tensed around him. He stopped his movements, causing her to look at him in worry. He let himself fall on her gently and hugged her, one arm around her waist, the other under her armpit for his hand to grab her auburn locks.
His mouth back on hers, she wrapped her arms around his back and her nails started grazing his back. His own quiet moans were mixing with hers. He broke the kiss and put his temple against hers when his pounding became irregular, his climax just right there.
"Itachi!" she moaned louder and in a low, animalistic groan, he came.
They were both panting hard. Itachi stayed inside of her and, after recuperating for a minute, pulled out and knelt between her legs. He blinked at the thin trickle of blood on the condom.
"I...I bled?" she asked as she sat up. He took off the condom, nodding, and tied it up to throw it away.
With a tired sigh, she fell back in her pillow. She squeaked in surprise when he was rubbing her clit with two fingers.
"I...I thought we were...done..." she stuttered before moaning.
"Did you come?" She shook her head 'no'. "Then we're not done."
She came. Silently, but he saw her body tensed before relaxing, a blissful expression on her beautiful face. She smiled and pulled him into her embrace with shaking limbs.
"You're sure it was your first time?" she asked him and he looked at her from the corner of his eyes. She was smirking, a peaceful expression on her face.
"Yes." She pondered over that.
"Stupid genius." He rolled on the side and looked through the window. The night had already settled down outside. "We...probably should take a shower. You go first." He sat up and looked down at her expectantly. She raised an eyebrow. "What, want me to go with you? You don't need me to take a shower Itachi."
"It depends on what I do in there," he replied casually. She sent him a luscious smile and sat up too, kissing him at the corner of his lips.
"There are towels under the bathroom sink," she whispered to him before giving him a push. He rolled his eyes with an amused smile at the corner of his lips. She laid back down and stared at him thoughtfully. "Having sex woke up something in you?" He didn't answer her. His eyes traveled one last time up and down her body and he went to the bathroom.
The next morning, she did not turn him down when he pulled her on him to sink on his length in a loud moan.
He left the next afternoon, finally satisfied. Would he come back? He probably shouldn't, she probably wasn't expecting him too. Yet, a month later, he was back on her couch, quietly reading one of her book after dinner as if nothing had ever happened between them. She was tapping her foot against the carpet of the living-room and he was getting a lot of satisfaction out of this situation. She was clearly waiting for something that was not coming.
When he stretched out his arm in front of her, leaning over her lap to grab something on the small round table next to the couch, she finally lost it. He smirked when she tackled him to the couch, straddling him and her hands closed around his collar, her angry lips crushed against his.
"You're a real jerk, you know that?" she hissed at him an inch from his face. He raised a brow.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure, because you're a jerk." She kissed him again and his hands were already under her sweater, resting of the skin of her lower back. She broke the kiss with curiosity in her brown eyes. "Itachi..."
"Hn?"
"Wanna try oral?" He blinked at her, and before she could say anything, he was the one on top of her. She chuckled. "I'll take that as a 'yes'!"
It was bad. He was totally, completely, utterly, addicted to her.
Hey! Thanks for reading and leave a review to tell me what you thought about this chapter! Thanks to mikan26, NguyetMieu and kankananime123 for the reviews! No, Shisui and Akane are not in a relationship, it's more like a goodbye. Mei having a baby is totally new and Naruto will be back in the Shippuden part. And well, Akane is friendzoning Itachi after all, but...I can't say too much, but there will be changes in the dynamic of the trio.
Bye!