I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

Everyone looked at each other in shock for perhaps a minute, before they all burst into laughter. Sakura laughed so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks, and her sides began to hurt. Several minutes passed before everyone sobered up, and Itachi still had not woken up. They stood around him, blocking the view of all the nosy villagers that were trying to see what all the ruckus was about.

"So…what should we do with him now?" Naruto asked.

"Take him to our apartment-it's closer than the hospital." Sakura said. The others looked at her in shock.

"Stop looking at me like that! I am not softening up! I've had three months to think about what I wanted to say to him, and I am pumped up to have a little conversation." She told them with a gleam in her eye. Wicked smiles appeared on their faces, and the boys lifted him up. Mikoto cast a genjutsu over them so that it appeared that Itachi was walking between the two, after all, publicly humiliating a member of the Uchiha clan was not her goal. No matter how much he deserved it. They arrived at Sakura's apartment in mere minutes.

"I need your help." She told Tsunade and Mikoto. They send Naruto and Sasuke out into the living room, and followed Sakura into the bedroom. Tsunade set up a sound proof barrier, and Sakura shared her plan with them.

"It is obvious from his reaction to Naruto's words that he is starting to understand how what he did was wrong, but I believe that if he is put in a situation where he is as vulnerable as I was that night, he will truly understand my feelings. So I want to strip him naked, drain his chakra, and bind him to my bed." She told them with a blush on her cheeks. Tsunade and Mikoto shared a look of pure shock, before evil enjoyment lit their eyes up. They worked quickly, and within minutes, the Uchiha heir was naked and bound to the bed. Tsunade drained his chakra down to a fourth of what it normally was, but she didn't drain it completely. She had a feeling that if Sakura's plan worked, Itachi was going to need some energy.

The ladies stood back and admired their handiwork. It was a rather glorious sight. Itachi Uchiha was a male specimen in peak physical condition, all lanky hard muscled, with more than his fair share of manly endowment. Added to that, he was absolutely gorgeous, looking like a fallen angel laying sprawled out.

"Oh, Sakura! If I was a few years younger I might give you a fight for this young stallion!" Tsunade teased, though there was a gleam of real appreciation in her eyes. Sakura flushed bright red. Mikoto laughed at her, until Tsunade turned the teasing back in her direction.

"Well Mikoto, if Fugaku is hung like his son, it's no wonder you stayed with him all these years. My, my, my!" Both Sakura and Mikoto blushed and glared at her in unison. Mikoto pushed her friend none to gently towards the door, ignoring her laughter, and then walked back to Sakura to give her a hug of support.

"Sakura, I have no doubt that you will be able to get through that thick skull of his, after all, he has some of my genes in him too." She joked as she headed for the door. When they shut the door behind them, Sakura turned and stared down at Itachi, soaking up the sight of him with hungry eyes. It was the first time that she had gotten a really good look at him naked, and she had to admit, he was truly a beautiful man.

A gleam of possessiveness entered her eyes, as she visually traced his body. This sex-god of a man wanted her, Sakura Haruno! Out of all the beautiful and talented women that made plays for him, he had chosen her. She was carrying his child, a child that he had deliberately planted in her body, because he wanted her to be the mother of his children, and the future matriarch of his clan. It was a heady thought.

In her time away, she spent a lot of time thinking back over their interactions, and she realized that she had held him up to standards that were impossible for any man to uphold. She had purposefully pushed all his buttons, yet expected him to stay in full control of himself. But despite his well earned reputation as the most skilled cold-blooded ANBU captain to ever serve the village, he was still a man. A man she had insulted and scorned every chance she got. And a man that desperately wanted her, maybe even loved her more than she understood.

His actions that night had not been those of a rational man. He had been running on pure instinct, and though she still didn't approve of what he had done to her, in their time apart, she had come to understand it. He had put himself out there emotionally for her in the only way that he knew how, and she slammed him down. In doing so, she had broken the iron control that he normally maintained over his emotions, pushing him past his limits. Looking back on the whole situation, she had come to realize that neither of them had handled their feelings well.

As she gazed down on him, the firm conviction settled into her that they were going to come to some sort of understanding before he would be released from the restraints. She was willing to compromise if he could prove to her that he finally understood the position he had put her in, was remorseful, and did indeed love her. With that thought in mind, she undressed and climbed on top of him. She would do to him what was done to her, and see how he liked it. He would waked up painfully aroused with no way to take care of it without her touch. Which she had no intention of giving him until she was damn well ready.