Pretty Young Thing

Travelling by car was one of the many things that Uchiha Itachi disliked. He preferred helicopters, boats, aeroplanes – well, almost anything besides cars. He especially hated travelling by car when the car had leather seats and it was ridiculously warm outside. It couldn't have been worse, really, seeing as Naruto and Sasuke was there with him too.

Not that Itachi hated or disliked them, but he really wished that they could stop making out. Ever since the first morning in China, Sasuke had been all over the poor blonde. Itachi would have felt sorry for Naruto if he hadn't known that the Uzumaki had brought it upon himself.

Getting drunk and the day afterwards feeling an obscene lust for little boys – a typical Naruto-thing to do.

Itachi had certainly not been surprised when he walked out to the pool area around ten in the first morning at the hotel, on his way to join his parents for breakfast, when he innocently walked in on a scene much like the one he was watching right now.

Sasuke's long fingers threaded into Naruto's golden strands; Naruto's big hands on Sasuke's butt as the younger male straddled him. The only difference was that now they were in an abnormally hot car with leather seats, and that Itachi didn't have the option to leave.

"Oh, yes…" Sasuke breathed as Naruto travelled his mouth down his pale neck. "Na…Naruto…"

Itachi wished he was deaf, he really did. And when Naruto shoved his tongue down Sasuke's throat yet again, he wished that he was blind too. Horrible, but it was better than seeing and hearing his best friend and little brother going at it.

"Naruto," Itachi spoke up. The blonde put his hands on Sasuke's chest, pushing the younger Uchiha away so that he could look at Itachi. "Did you know that Sasuke has a girlfriend?"

Naruto nodded. "Yeah, but it's only for show, I know. Shut up or leave, Itachi."

The older Uchiha didn't make a face, but inside he was boiling. His foolish little brother had probably told Naruto that poor Sakura knew that Sasuke's and her relationship was fake. If that didn't reek of foolishness, Itachi didn't know what did.

"Stop making out, or I will remove your most precious body parts. One. By. One."

Naruto and Sasuke were off each other not even two seconds later, both panting and staring at Itachi, who had been the one making the awful – terrible – threat.

"Good boys. Sit down and stay silent until the driver says that we have reached home."

Itachi received two nods in reply.

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Sakura was so happy that she thought that she could burst into tears anytime now. She was waiting for Sasuke on his doorstep. Now, it may sound clingy – but it wasn't. Sasuke had told her that she could come over anytime when his plane had landed, and – technically – it had.

She was dressed in her finest knee-long, navy blue skirt and white blouse. She wanted to look good in front of Sasuke and his family, seeing as they would never let her in if she rang on the gate in only a jeans and sweater.

Over her shoulder she had her handbag, which was filled with make-up, a toothbrush and a pair of extra panties – and of course, lubricant and condoms. At first she had packed the entire condom package, but quickly got scolded by Ino when the blonde noticed. Now she only had two condoms with her, like any girl with a sex life had.

She saw two sleek, black limousines stop outside the tall iron gates, and she grinned big. She corrected her hair, hoping that Sasuke would notice that it was two inches shorter than before he left. Of course he will notice, she thought, Sasuke is a very observing person.

The gates parted, and out of the limousines climbed the main family of the prestigious Uchiha Clan.

And a blonde?!

She frowned in confusion upon seeing a tall, muscular blonde man walking next to Itachi. Her eyes widened – that was Itachi's best friend, the son of Namikaze Minato and Uzumaki Kushina! She had never met him, but as a high schooler she used to have a crush on him – like every other straight girl.

He was even more famous in Japan than the Uchiha brothers, seeing as he was the only child. And such a handsome child, at that!

She blushed at her indecent thoughts – she was together with Sasuke, after all! – and brushed another strand of pink hair out of her face as they came closer. Mikoto and Fugaku walked the other way, over the stone path that led through the grass to the main house.

Naruto and Itachi followed Sasuke, who walked a few steps ahead with a scowl on his face. Nothing out of the ordinary, Sakura noted. Except that Sasuke was wearing tighter jeans than he usually did, and he had a new shirt.

He looked really handsome in those clothes, showing what a cute butt he had. But it confused her nonetheless, seeing as Sasuke almost always wore normal – boring – clothes, to hide his beauty. He didn't want more attention than he already got.

It was a silly attempt, really.

"Sasuke-kun," she breathed out. She became a little nervous, but who could really blame her? She hadn't met her boyfriend for a month, after all. He gave her a smile, putting his hand on the small of her back – such a protective gesture. "Hi!"

"Hello, Sakura," he answered calmly. He pecked her cheek, and she almost flushed red. "Let's go inside before the idiot and the bastard comes here."

"But–"

"You can meet Uzumaki later, I promise."

She blushed, thinking that he was perfect for her, with what the way he seemed to read her thoughts. "Okay then," she said. He unlocked the door and slid it open, letting her enter first.

It looked like any other Japanese house that was owned by one of the richest clan's in Japan. Earthy, calm colours like grey, brown and beige with details in quiet blue and soft green. Beautiful, with expensive and classic furniture.

They took of their shoes, and he took her hand. Sakura didn't notice how his dark, narrow eyes threw one last look on the door before he led her up the wooden stairs to his room.

He opened the door for her, and she entered before him. She sat down on top of the clean desk, which hadn't been used for a month.

"I have a lot to catch up on," he muttered to himself as he noted the school books next to her. He hadn't bothered to bring them on the trip, knowing that he would be able to catch up with his fellow students in no time anyways.

"How was it?" She asked. "What did you do all days?"

Oh, well, at the first day I found out that my crush on Naruto was answered, and the rest of the month I spend touching him and kissing him. But you know; he refused to have sex with me until I come out to the world as homosexual.

"Not much," he answered. She gave a slow nod, wanting him to elaborate. He caught her look, even though he wasn't looking at her. "We visited the Great Wall. Father and Mother spent most time to themselves, using the time as a second honeymoon now when Father finally had some time off. Itachi, Uzumaki and I just hung out by the pool, really. It was too hot to really do something."

"Sounds like fun," Sakura offered. Sasuke nodded. She forced a frown away from her face. She hadn't really pictured his comeback like this – tension filled. She wished that he would walk up to her, put his hands on her thighs and kiss her deeply. It would make it a lot easier for her to tell him that she was ready.

With an insecure movement she slid off the desk and walked over to the young man. She sat down next to him, ready to utter the words. She had practiced in front of a mirror ever since she realised that she had to get rid of her virginity.

She found herself unsure of how to phrase it, now that she was sitting so close to him. She stared straight into his narrow, dark eyes. They were so beautiful, his eyes, surrounded by long eyelashes – just like Itachi's.

Their breaths mingled between them, and Sakura knew that her nose was probably taking the same colour her hair had. But it didn't mind, because he was staring back – staring back at her – with those beautiful eyes.

She brought up her hands, almost unconsciously putting them on his pale cheeks, and leaned in. He fluttered his eyelids, before letting them fall shut over his orbs. She did the same, closing her eyes and pressing their soft lips harder together.

At first, he did nothing to respond, and for a second Sakura almost considered the thought that he didn't want to be kissed.

But then he put his hands on her hips, tilting his head to kiss her deeper. The kiss was not sloppy or eager, like those on the movies; but slow and sensual – at least to her.

The silence was almost blaring in her ears as they broke apart, and she wondered if he would make lovely little sounds when they were making love.

"Sakura, I…" He looked her in the eyes, licking his lips as if trying to lick up her saliva. She blushed at the thought. "I…I'm tired. I think that we should meet tomorrow, in school, instead."

"O-oh?" She didn't mean to sound so hurt, because she wanted to be the independent, cool – perfect – girlfriend that Sasuke wanted and deserved. "I mean, of course. I shouldn't have come by just when you arrived. I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun."

"No, don't be sorry," he whispered. "Don't be sorry, Sakura."

She let out a giggle, already feeling happy – wanted. "Okay, Sasuke-kun. I'll see you tomorrow. I start around eleven, so I'll see you then?"

"Of course." He stood up, offering her his hand.

Together, hand in hand, they walked downstairs. Sasuke offered a ride back to her house, but she said she would take the buss. She never liked riding in his car – it went too fast. With a peck on the cheek, Sakura left the Uchiha District with a happy smile on her face.

She completely forgot to tell him that she was ready.

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The next morning she remembered. It did nothing to improve her foul mood. She felt clumsy, tired and heavy. She knew that her period was going to arrive within the next week. That meant that she would have to wait at least a week before she would feel normal enough to tell him that she would gladly give him her virginity.

She dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, not bothering to put on something extra nice. Sasuke loved her unconditionally; she knew that he wouldn't care if she wore such simple clothes.

Her mother drove her to campus, where she spotted Ino and Nara Shikamaru on the benches by the entrance. She didn't bother to thank her mother for the ride before climbing out of the car and walking towards her friends.

"Good morning," she muttered. Shikamaru nodded once, acknowledging her presence. Ino jumped off the wooden bench when she noticed her pink-haired friend.

"How did it go?!"

Sakura would have snapped at the blonde if she hadn't been busy looking for Sasuke. She slowly recognised Ino's words, and looked at the slightly taller girl. "I didn't tell him – he was too tired. I don't want him to feel pressured or anything."

Ino and Shikamaru shared a look. The brown-haired boy stood up, immediately becoming a few inches taller than both of the girls were. "I'm going to see Chouji – maybe he wants to skip first class with me."

"Lazy ass. You can't rely on my notes from history class – you know how much I hate maths!" Ino growled.

"Yeah. I don't think I'll need those notes anyways. I'll do the chapter tonight…if I don't fall asleep," Shikamaru added as an afterthought. "I'll see you later, girls. Say hello to Prince Sasuke from me."

"Will do!" Ino smiled. Sakura glared at the brunet, who calmly walked away to find his chubby friend Akimichi Chouji. Sakura glared at the blonde by her side. "What?"

Rolling her eyes, Sakura walked up the stairs, ready for another day in college.

TBC

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