I DO NOT OWN NARUTO
ITACHI'S POV:
Itachi leaned forward bracing his arms against the shower wall as the hot water beat down on his tired body. He leaned his head back to wet his hair, and enjoyed the sensation of warmth soaking into his body. This last mission had been exhausting, and he just wanted to relax, get cleaned up, and go to sleep. In that particular order. He found his mind wandering unwillingly to a certain pinkette. He was becoming slightly alarmed by his growing interest in her, and his inability to remove her from his thoughts.
He spent most of time outside of missions stalking his new obsession. Sakura Haruno, the sweetheart of Kohona. At least that was he had dubbed her in his mind, but he had no doubt that if they ever held a contest, she would win hands down. She was the perfect woman. A blend of sweet and spicy. One minute she could be the sweetest person, treating a little boy with a broken arm gently, and two minutes later, punch a full-grown man through the wall for pinching her butt. Literally. It had happened yesterday, and in some sick way, he was even more turned on by her than ever.
He learned that she was truly dedicated to her patients, fellow teammates, and the village. She was a hard worker too, often training long hours with Naruto and Sasuke, only to take a shift at the hospital later that day. Sakura spent a lot of time researching and trying to improve on the medical jutsus that were currently being used. He was surprised to find that she was considered to be second only to the Hokage herself in medical expertise.
She was a loyal and caring friend as well. Several times he had witnessed her drop what she was doing to help a friend, the only exception being if a patient needed her. Her ditzy blonde friend Ino Yamanaka especially seemed to come cry on her shoulder a lot. No doubt over some man, because really that seems all the woman cared about. Once he had Sakura under his thumb, he fully intended to cut her ties to that slut.
It seemed that the more he studied her, the more she intrigued him, and his desire for her increased to an almost ridiculous level. Never before had he wanted a woman more, never had he walked around in a state of semi-arousal. Usually, if he saw a woman he desired, he would watch her for about a week or so, and then make his move. He was uncharacteristically hesitant to approach Sakura in such a manner though. She was special, not to mention the fact that she had already spurned his romantic advances once before. This would take some special planning on his part, but he knew that he would get her, it was just a matter of time. No woman could resist him forever, and he was prepared to do whatever he needed to do to have her.
Itachi sighed as stepped out of the shower and dried himself off. He was going to have to approach her soon though, because his physical need for her was beginning to interfere with his ability to concentrate on missions. Just a few days ago, he had received a slash from a kunai that normally he would have avoided with no problem if he hadn't been daydreaming about what Sakura would look like spread out naked on his black silk sheets.
Just thinking about it brought back the images to his mind. Pink hair flowing all around her, her beautiful green eyes hazy with desire, the soft creamy smooth skin bare for his perusal, his touch. He spent much time speculating on the color of her nipples, and if pink was really her natural hair color. The image of her reaching up for him, beckoning him to come take her had his dick hard and aching in seconds. Grunting in irritation, he stepped back into the shower to take care of his 'problem'.