Sorry for the long update. I couldn't update because I had a fever last week and all I want to do is sleep and rest. Now, I'm still sick. After the fever, I have gotten cough and colds because most of my classmates have this also and school was worsening my condition. I couldn't absent because I would miss so much lessons and stuffs. So please bear with me if I update too slow. Before I forgot, thanks to all those who reviewed the last chapter. All of them got a hug from me! Yay!

This chapter is dedicated to janet and to Golden-Fire-Goddess who correctly guessed what will happen in this chapter.

Here's chapter 9 of Mysterious Lover. Enjoy reading!

This is RATED M for MATURE. This contains lemons and actions that are not suitable for mature teens and older.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. It only belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

The normal busy sounds of the license bureau made a soothing background for Sakura's thoughts which could best describe as chaotic. She had assumed that the reason for their trip had something to do with the agency. By the time she could find some order to her thoughts, the clerk was asking rapid questions.

Sakura answered them in a daze. Itachi's composed answers further rattled her. After the money was handed over, Itachi took the license and escorted her from the room. By the time they reached the hallway Sakura had managed to find her tongue.

"Itachi, wait!"

He looked down at her with no discernible expression and waited.

"We need to talk about this. I mean, you never–I didn't expect–We haven't–"

He held up his hand like a traffic cop at a school crossing. "You don't have to marry me if you don't want to, Sakura. No one is forcing you. If you'd like, we can catch the next plane back to L.A. and–"

"I do want to marry you, it's just that–"

He took her arm and began propelling her down the corridor. "Then we shouldn't keep the judge waiting. He only has a few minutes between court hearings."

When she came out of the courthouse some time later, Sakura felt as though she couldn't get enough air in her lungs. She felt as she had as a child when she had ridden carousel–no matter how tightly she hung on, they were going around so fast she could scarcely catch her breath.

Once again, they got into the car, only to drive a few short blocks. They pulled up in front of a casino and hotel. The marble and gold trim glistened in the sun. She looked at Itachi in total bewilderment. He assisted her from the car and handed the keys to the waiting attendant.

Once inside, Sakura stared around the lobby in awe. The place looked like her idea of a palace. Itachi had gone over to the reservation desk where he signed in and was handed a room key.

He took her arm and escorted her to the elevator.

When they reached their floor and started down the hallway, Sakura began to fully realize what had just happened. She and Itachi were now married and like any eager bride-groom, he was rushing her to a hotel room.

Itachi, rushing to get her to bed?

She glanced up at him but as usual, could read nothing from his expression.

Itachi? Not by any flicker of an eyelash did he betray that he had heard her. Instead, he opened the door and motioned for her to precede him. The room was large and exquisitely decorated. Sakura walked over to the window and peeked out. She heard the door close with a soft but definite thud and turned around.

Itachi shoved the bolt through the door then turned around. He reached up and began to loosen his tie as he slowly and deliberately paced toward her.

"Now then. You may have to help refresh my memory as to what it is you want me to do to you." his coat came off and was tossed into a chair. His tie soon followed and he started on the buttons of his shirt. "I believe that the first thing was for us to be without any clothes, in the daylight, with no covers…so we could enjoy the sight of each other."

Sakura felt a sudden need to retreat. Unfortunately, her position by the window precluded that, unless she wanted to be undignified as to try to crawl out the window. With her luck, it was probably sealed. She put up her hand in a calming gesture. "W-wait a minute, Itachi. I think we should talk about this."

"Talk? Haven't we done enough of that over the past…how many weeks has it been now? I can't remember when my sleep started to be interrupted with graphic descriptions of what you and I should do in bed together."

He sat down on the side of the bed and quickly removed his socks and shoes. Standing once again, he unfastened his belt, unzipped his trousers and stepped out of them.

Sakura could only stare at the man in front of her. Of course she had seen men stripped down to their barest of essentials. She had been raised in Southern California, after all and had spent much of her youth at the beach. But she had never seen Itachi in that condition. He could easily have caused quite a commotion on any beach.

Once stripped of the civilized clothing, Itachi looked like a warrior. There wasn't an ounce of unwanted flesh on him. His broad shoulders and chest rippled with well-trained muscles. The grey briefs he wore couldn't disguise his masculinity nor the well-developed muscles in his thighs.

Sakura could only stare at him.

Barefoot, he padded over to her, reminiscent of some jungle cat silently stalking its prey. She took a deep breath and tried to release her tension along with the air. The exercise had worked in her aerobics class. She was willing to try anything at this point.

He paused in front of her then began systematically remove her clothes. Her hands came up to stop him.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked blandly.

"I just think we need to–"

"So do I. but it's more fun not to have clothes in the way."

"I mean, I think–"

"Ah, but this isn't the time to think, Pinky. This is the time to feel, to enjoy, to experience." He tilted his head slightly, looking for the fastener on her skirt. He smiled when he found it and watched with enjoyment as her skirt fell to her ankles, leaving her standing in her teddy hose and heels.

"Not bad at all," he commented. "I should have remembered my camera." He shrugged. "Can't remember everything, I suppose."

He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Gently pushing, he lowered her to the bed and began to remove her hose.

Sakura pushed his hand away. "I'll do it!" she removed her shoes and hose and she sat there, staring at Itachi with something close to fear on her face.

Reaching behind her, he pulled down the covers to the bottom of the bed. Then he scooped her up and laid her on one of the pillows.

Itachi stretched out beside her, turned on his side so that he face her and propped himself up on his elbow.

"Now, then, it looks to me as if we still have on too many clothes, but I suppose they will take care of themselves."

Sakura had always thought the teddy she wore to be feminine and dainty. She had never noticed how little the lace bodice actually concealed. There was more flesh than lace.

The same with the bottom half. Cut high on her thighs, the silk and lace did more revealing than concealing. She must have leaped several inches when Itachi rested his large hand on he abdomen.

"Why don't you just relax now? This is what you have been dreaming of and talking about for weeks now. Like Cinderella, your dreams are now coming true."

"Uh, Itachi, before we go any further–"

He jackknifed up in bed. "You are absolutely right. It just isn't the same, isn't it? You kept insisting we would do this without clothes." He reached over and slipped the tiny straps of her teddy off her shoulders and quickly pulled it down over her waist and thighs, knees and ankles.

Sakura frantically felt around for covers.

"No, no. None of that now," he said, smoothly sliding his briefs off his hips.

Sakura quickly averted her eyes from his body. Her gaze met his and she saw the heated look of desire shinning from his eyes. She blinked. He might be making a game of this, but there was no mistaking that his intentions were serious.

Closing her eyes, Sakura tried to think but it was no use. He was too close. She could feel his heated body brushing against her, smell that tangy after-shave that he wore and when he leaned over and lightly touched his lips to her, she could still taste the flavor of his favorite mints.

This, then, was exactly what she had fantasized all these weeks. With her eyes still closed, Sakura tentatively reached out and touched his face, her palm resting on his cheek. he quickly turned his head and placed a kiss in her palm.

She slid her hand up through his hair. Sakura loved the feel of his hair – the clean crispness that still had a faint scent of the herbal shampoo he used. Blindly, she lifted her mouth to his. He accepted her offering with a gentleness that eased the constriction that had been in her chest since she had first awakened that morning.

This was Itachi – Itachi who had spent a lifetime teasing and provoking her, Itachi who knew her better than anyone else in the world, Itachi who taught her so much – who was about to take the next step in her education.

Somehow his knee seemed to belong there between her thighs. It rested very comfortably there, and Sakura became used to its solid weight pressing her gently into the soft mattress.

There was so much she wanted to learn from him. Sakura began to trace the line of his shoulders and arms with her fingertips, barely grazing the surface. She felt a chill run over his skin where she had touched. She smiled.

Later, her fingers touched his chest and she explored the path around his nipples. Feeling bold and venturesome, Sakura placed her lips on one of the nipples and felt the jolt to his body.

She touched her tongue lightly to the slight indentation around his navel and once again felt his body respond.

She continued her exploration by running her fingertips down his thighs, feeling the hard muscles lightly covered by hair. He had such a beautiful body. She felt as though she had been invited to feast at a sumptuous banquet and wasn't sure where to start.

Before she could decide, Itachi seemed to have other ideas. He pulled her back down beside him and he began to kiss her – long, mind-drugging, consciousness-removing kisses. No longer tentative, they made a claim on her, coaxing and beguiling her to follow his lead.

Sakura idly noted that her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, holding him securely as her held her. Her hands could not stay still. They roamed restlessly across his broad shoulders, following the slight indentation of his spine as it made way down his back. He felt wonderful.

When Itachi's mouth finally slipped away from hers, Sakura drew in some much needed air. She felt as though she were about to faint from excitement. Then she discovered why his mouth had slowly made a path of kisses down her neck. He was inching closer to her breast, which was cupped in his large hand.

His tongue darted out and touched the pink tip, causing it to contract and harden. Then his lips slowly surrounded it. He then closed his teeth around it and started to pull. Sakura's body arched up against him. Sakura had never felt such sensation in her life. Her whole body seemed somehow to be connected with that small, dainty tip. She felt an inner tugging, deep inside, as though a dam had been opened, and moist, hot sensations leaped and swirled in her depths. Her bones and muscles seemed to liquefy and she had a sudden picture of herself, lying on the bed beside Itachi, turned into melted honey.

Taking his time, Itachi eventually moved slightly so that his mouth could taste the other breast. His fingers lightly played with the tip of the one he had just abandoned as though to soothe it while he was gone.

Sakura discovered she was gasping as though there weren't enough oxygen in the room. Her skin seemed to have a life of its own as it rippled under his touch.

Time and place seemed to disappear. They had drifted into an uncharted world with no landmarks for Sakura to grasp and identify. Surprisingly enough, she wasn't afraid because Itachi was right there with her, every step of the way. He led her, yet he never rushed. He introduced her to new sensations, but never coerced. And by the time he shifted his weight so that he was above her, Itachi filled her vision and her mind with his presence.

Here was the culmination of everything she had hoped for, everything she had dreamed of. Itachi was offering his love, his very being to her.

He rubbed the tip of his member to the hot entrance of her womanhood then he looked into her emerald eyes, assuring her that he will not hurt her. Not waiting for her response, he slowly sheathed himself inside her. Itachi knows this is her first time so when he plunged himself into her, he tried to soothe her pain by trailing hot kisses along her jaw and shoulder. The pain subsided after a moment and Sakura slowly responded to his kisses. Noticing this, he pulled his member up to its tip and then plunged down to her slowly to let her adjust. He repeated the process a couple of times and when Sakura asked him to go faster, his self-control broke.

"I-Itachi…uhm…f-faster p-please…."

He quickened up his pace and each deep thrust made her body arch more into his. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her on the lips. He bit her lower lip, asking for entrance. Sakura eventually opened her mouth and meet his tongue. Their tongues clashed for dominance as Itachi keeps thrusting in and out of her folds. Itachi knew she was nearing her release so he quickened his pace more and use his other hand to flick the little bud hiding in the curtain of pink hair. After her release, he soon emptied his seed inside her.

Sakura didn't remember falling asleep but when she woke up hours later, the room was dark and the covers were pulled around them both.

She lay in the curl of Itachi's body while his arm and leg effectively held her closely to his side. Well, that answered another question about how they would sleep, Sakura decided with a grin.

There was no reason to get up although she recognized that she was a little hungry. Itachi slept heavily beside her. Her mind flitted back over the past several hours. She still couldn't believe it. She and Itachi were married. She was now Sakura Uchiha. Mrs. I. Uchiha.

Sakura wondered what all of this would mean when they returned to Los Angeles. They had never talked about marriage before. She had no idea where he lived nor if he had family living. She knew his father was dead. Did he have any brothers or sisters?

Her eyes widened when she thought about her mother. Although they talked on the phone on a regular basis, she didn't see her mother as often as she had like. Now, she as going to have to come up with some way to explain her sudden marriage to her boss.

That was going to take some fast talking, she knew. Her mother had been full of questions when Sakura was first promoted, no doubt hoping that something might come of the closer association with an eligible bachelor. Sakura had wasted no time in setting her mother straight. Her description of her boss had caused them some hilarious moments.

Now, she had to find a way to explain to her mother. She wondered if she could start out with, "Say, Mom, do you remember my invisible friend, Itachi, I used to have when I was a child? Well, I married him."

Somehow that didn't have the right ring to it. How about, "Say, Mom. A funny thing happened at the office the other day. I looked up at cool, aloof Mr. Uchiha and fell madly in love with him. He admitted he felt the same way, so we–"

Nope. That didn't really get it, either.

Maybe–, "Mom, I met this tall, good-looking stranger one weekend when I was in Las Vegas. No, Mom, I don't go to Las Vegas as a rule. Honest, Mom, I had never been there before in my life. Really, Mom–" so much for that idea. She had never get past the first sentence.

"You know, Mom, love is a funny thing. You never know when it is going to hit you. It is kind of like a disease. That's it, an incurable disease. And you look at a person and see them totally different. Well, one morning when I went to work I looked up and there was Mr. Uchiha and I discovered the love of my life."

The trouble with anything she might say was that no matter how she explained that she had suddenly married her boss she knew her mother would immediately suspect Sakura was on drugs.

She sighed. No doubt she had come up with something when the time came. Her eyes drifted shut. She really was tired. She couldn't remember the last good night's sleep she had had. Sakura smiled, thinking of the nights she had pretended that Itachi was curled up to her back, holding her close. Her imagination had not been able to come close to provoking this sense of total bliss…

The next time Sakura awoke, she was more aware of Itachi's touch than anything else. He must have awakened and found her in his arms. His mouth seemed to be quickly memorizing her body and his hands were doing things to her that must be banned in Boston.

Sakura responded with the newfound knowledge she had discovered about herself – she enjoyed, very much, the physical side of their relationship. And she was learning something new all the time.

For the next two and a half days, the newlyweds didn't leave their room. Food was delivered and quickly consumed. When they weren't eating or sharing a friendly shower, they were in bed – either asleep or making love.

There was very little conversation that weekend.

A/N: Chapter's done. Hope you like this chapter and sorry if you don't like the lime scene but I tried my best in writing one. Maybe after this chapter, I'll take a rest for a while. Not that I'm going to abandon my fic but I'll update again as soon as I recovered from my illness. Its hard thinking and doing things you naturally do when you are sick. So pray that my illness go away and leave the hell out of me alone so that I could update this story and make my readers happy. See you on my next update!