Last time…
Her movements faltered, trying to register of what she was seeing. Someone that was familiar to a sense, that she only met them once in her life, had seen many times in the bingo books. When a name came with the person who she was sitting on. The same uncanny ruby red eyes she imagined in her fantasy just moments ago, Eyes that belonged to none other than Itachi Uchiha.
Eyes widened in reconnection and found herself on her back against the bed, him pinning her arms above her head. Kunai in her hand forgotten, flung to the wall and made an audible *thunk.* She paid no mind to it when she felt the slight bulge from his pants burned on her thigh, him pinning his hips between her legs. He glared at her that felt like a deadly promise..
Leaning in he said above a whisper, " that was foolish, Sakura."
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Lose all sense of reasons.
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Mouth opening slightly and shutting, repeating the motion like a fish out of water, not as desperate for breath, but the sight in front of her. She did not expect. Ever.
Trying to get a word in between each time she opened her mouth, her brain decided to leave her body. The connection from her brain and mouth breaking, leaving her choking on her lack of words. Astonish that her eyes were not lying to her. Sure enough the, Uchiha Itachi, pinning her down on her own bed was real and not a Genjutsu, or any trick of any kind.
He should be dead, or it least close to death. Even his own brother believing he was dead by his own hand.
He looked more filled out in the semi lit room, healthier even. The lines on his face were more defined than before, making him seem older than he was. His hair was slightly longer too. There was definitely something different about him. Other than the lack of a cloak he'd always had in reported sightings.
When she last seen him, well not really had seen him. It was a puppet body at the time, but was made in his likeness..
Even back then the puppet body itself was healthy, but she could tell that he was sick with how pale he was then. But now.. Her medic expertise kicked in; distracting herself from the closeness that overwhelmed her, and refocusing her mind.
When she had read his file, after that incident from retrieving Gaara from akatsuki. Not exactly supposed to have read it, but as the apprentice to the fifth had certain liberties which she never abused, until then. After seeing Itachi that day, she just had to know if her theory about him being sick was true. Call it a gut feeling, even by the lack of evidence. Her medic intuition had yet to be wrong. Besides, If there was some way to help sasuke, and return sooner. knowing if his brother had a weakness, and finishing his task of revenge.
She did this before setting out on finding her ex teammate. Alas, it never got brought up in the chaos that ensued that day. When they did end up finding him, and Sasuke ultimately went off the grid again.
She remembered Itachi's file, noted that he had a familial gene disease that was curable only by a transplant, and gene therapy. He was. scheduled to have surgery when he turned eighteen, sixteen if it had progressed too much. Due to the disease that affected his lungs, and the overburdened of their chosen profession.
If went unchecked, it could shorten his lifespan significantly, and die from infection. when she saw him then, she knew something was wrong, but she wasn't a hundred percent sure on what it was. They had the transplant available here. Thinking he might have already gotten it by now.. His heavy breathing fanned her face without hearing any rasp, or any indication of an illness. But how would he manage to get so healthy if kanoah was the only place with Tsunade's organ growth jutsu.* It only worked if they had Itachi's blank DNA, which was in file. She would have to take a closer look..
Both breathing hard from the spike of adrenaline. The heat from him started to derail her thinking process yet again, as it radiated off him in waves, it felt nice..
Blinking away the fog. She focused back on his face; she needed to stay professional. And not be a hormonal teenager for a minute, kami she thought she had better control than this! With that in mind, putting her training on the forefront. Reading people was part of the job description in her field. People lied whether they knew it or not. If only she had the skill when she was younger, too engrossed in herself to regard others. Especially Sasuke.
Remembering back, his body language is what spoke the loudest, than words for him. His brother though, had features of a rock. A very handsome rock. Swallowed quickly, tried to school her own poker face. Focused back to those deadly eyes… There. She found it, he was angry- no pissed… And something else that made him look farel.
It could be the way he just looked when he was really mad, but Why? She had no clue. This was her home, her room. She should be the one angry at him. Attacking her like that, and what did he expect?
"Can you blame me?" She scolded in reply, adding another reason she should be ticked off. A bright blush that fanned her cheeks, burning brighter by the seconds. Recalling what she was doing just seconds ago, and he barged in like he owned the place! She was more angry than mortified at the moment.
His glare unchanging, she met it with her own. Despite who she was facing, and the bulge that grew on her thigh, she felt through his thin fitting shinobi pants. Shock, and the embarrassment disappearing, trembling with a mix of something she didn't quite know, and anger.
As quickly as he came, he was off her. Opting to lean against her desk, needing space to think over this need he had; one he lost slight control of just seconds before he reeled himself to stop. Losing control was not an option for him, and curse himself for not being vigilant of the changes in his eyes, and the effects of the medication. For some reason he had started this, and had to figure a way to dispel it. It was something he never encountered, needed some research on; time that he didn't have by being in proximity of her. Again, his control slipping by the seconds.
"It was necessary," his voiced clipped, monotone. It was necessary for him to stop her, for both their sakes. Because of this carnal need to mount that he had put in both of them.
Sitting up, she quickly grabbed her robe, tying it in a messy knot. Arms crossed over her chest, her glare never once leaving his, intensified. Slightly peeved by what she thought was his detachment to those words, and vague as they were. "How. So." Her anger shining through her darkened emerald eyes.
Him damning her, for she was going to be the few whom to break his patients. He saw then the light of realization in her eyes, her mouth hung loosely. "you're alive.." Beguiled in wonder of how it was possible.
He arched his shapely eyebrow. Quickly, she snapped out of her stupor. Obviously he was alive, but how? What happened?
" How did you know to come here?" She asked warily.
"I have my resources." He sighed, wanting to pinch the bridge between his nose, but his left hand ached and twitched from her twisting it. She, wanting to scoff at the comment, but noticed his hand twitched in pain, and stalked towards him. Set in her medic mode, despite her anger.
He stiffened, "heal yours first." He said quickly, stalling for time.
She stopped a couple feet from him, glancing at the shallow cut on her hand. "It's just a flesh wound-"
"So is mine, heal yours first." He said easily, but she knew better.
"I hardly doubt it. I it least sprained it, luckily I didn't ripped it off." She protested, laid the other unscathed hand on her hip.
"Heal yourself." He said with a certain finality.
She only scowled, thinking that he didn't trust her, or was just being paranoid. It was probably a mix of both, because of the supposed nature of an Uchiha.
" Fine," she sighed. Turned her gaze back to her palm, a light green glow of healing chakra emanated from her palm, slowly but surely reattaching skin. He watched as her chakra channel throughout her body, and the precision she had in controlling it through out her network. "But after I am done, I am looking at that." She simply said with a sureness. "meanwhile.. Can- I mean if you don't mind, can you explain…" she trailed off, trying to find the right words.
"..All of this?" He finished with a slight frown.
"yeah."
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"So you decided to come back?" She said slowly her mind veering, slowly putting together the pieces.
"Yes."
" I think I.. I Need to sit down." She stepped back, her knees hit the back of the mattress, her legs buckled under herself. When he finished telling her his tale. Head hung, she grabbed tightly at the ends of the bedding quilt. Sakura vaguely aware of her stinging hand. It zinged in agitation with the newly thinned grown skin. She had finished kneading her hand. All it needed was salve, and a bandage, but she was too engaged in his words to pay more attention to it.
He explained it all, the coup, Danzo, Kanoah, and even what he had plan for sasuke. She felt faint; he had said everything with such ease, as if he was already numb to it. Like everything he just said wasn't on the fringe of total chaos.
Needing time to think it all through, she glanced back up seeing him watching her. He was studying her close, for a reaction maybe. Or just waiting to see what she would do next. She needed a walk- space to think. For some reason she wasn't able to with him being so close. His gaze that burned was.. Very distracting.
She felt like he was going to jump her bones any second, the way his eyes traveled up, and down her person. She wasn't to dense to not notice, if she knew any better he looked, hungry.. And she was strangely flattered by the feeling that she was what he craved-
'The fuck?' This wasn't the time to think about this.. Distance, she needed distance.
Dark green eyes shimmered and close slightly. Breathed in slowly through her nose, and blew out her mouth. Calming herself down, getting up she made her way to her closet, pulling out a folded clean towel. She took it over to him, her focus on the towel. Offering it without making eye contact. Making sure she kept a professionalism, She spoke in a way she would be speaking to any ordinary patient. " You seem tired, and traveling for sometime. There's a shower across my room, you're welcome to use it." Her eyes wandered from his chest to his eyes.
It felt as if time stopped.
His sharingan still active, blank features that should have unnerved her, but didn't.
In a way she understood now with what he had told her, the reasons were for none of his own benefit. With so much pain his life, and such dedication to the shinobi way; he was a pro. A perfect shinobi.
Why, even Sasuke had the same deadpan features, but the only emotion that really showed on him was anger, that border on hate, so much hatred.. On Itachi, his eyes were sad, lonely without the hate, and in so many ways like sasuke, but not. They were different, and the same in some. She guessed that came with the territory with siblings.
He cared so much for his brother, it was heartbreaking how much he had to sacrificed, and sasuke ended up doing the opposite to what Itachi was trying to do. She knew then she had to help in anyway she could, if he would let her.
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He watched her intently coming back from her closet with a towel on hand, a distraction for giving herself time to think; asking if he needed a bath, which he did…
It was inappropriate.
He should decline right now, give her, her time. And find lodgings around town. His actions though, reached for the towel that was being offered. Their hands brushed, and she didn't flinch away from him. There eyes not leaving each other. He expected her to look away, flinch at his touch, like so many others.. But she did neither, there was understanding in her eyes, and he strangely found comfort in it, they soften with such care that he felt himself gravitating to it. Warmth grew from where his hand rest over hers, neither noticing until now that where his hand had lain on hers, and both were slightly closer than what was to be appropriate.
Both jumped. Startled, he backed away quickly, swiftly making his way towards the bedroom door.
"Itachi-san I-"
"Sakura-san," He cut her off.
She paused from what she was going to say, "yes?" She answered unsurely.
"... Thank you."
She blinked, he was gone before she could get another word out.
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What was happening to him? It was like whatever he had done had a double edge effect, it was strong to the point it almost broke through his carefully crafted barriers. Cold water running down his scalp, trying to clear his mind of it. Of her. Lifting his hands up to run through his hair, he smelt it. Her scent all over his swollen wrist. Taunting him. And what made it worse was her smell. It perfumed her being when she was close, he had almost gave into the need to take her right then. Sure he had women in seduction missions for akatsuki, that was nothing compared to this. He wanted nothing more than to ravage her, and bury his aching cock into her.
And what was stopping him from doing this was, of all reasons. She loved his brother.
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What was happening to her? Cheeks burned from all of the confusion that was happening in her mind.
Down stairs, she washed her hands thoroughly in the kitchen sink. Thinking that he must have seen her doing before he came in.. Why chose to come in of all times? He could have left, and let her finish, or… She should be angry, livid even.
But, the way he looked at her was just like in her fantasy. But that was just it? Just a fantasy, nothing more. IT shouldn't play out in real life. Right?.. It threw her off and confused the hell out of her, She could have been thinking of Sasuke for all she knew-
As soon as those thoughts passed through her head, she disagreed with it right away. It didn't feel right. 'And what this, imagining his brother was?' logic and reason, she struggled with both.
Why did it have to be Uchiha's? Of all people!
This was her teammates not so ex-criminal/ unsaid hero/ undead brother for Kami's sake! Where were her standards! Obviously out the window now, but why him? This was something she had never felt so strong about, something new that she felt like cupid struck her in the head, and heart. Stupid as it sounds, but there wasn't any reason behind it besides this need that she had.
And it wasn't just her, she knew he felt it too, it wasn't her imagination playing tricks on her. She felt him. And was sure it wasn't a butt of a kunai that pressed into her thigh, no it felt larger, hotter than the small blade. The thought made her shiver. Kami, for a virgin she could be such a pervert.
She groaned out loud, relieved she wasn't alone in this. Grabbing two cups from the cupboard, filed both with water and ice, her feet taking her upstairs towards her room. She needed to find out how he felt, what it all meant. The sexual tension that happened in the room wasn't leaving her mind, and now she had a choice to give in, or not.
Why not give in?
She had nothing to lose, besides her virginity. That now she thought it wasn't as much as a big deal as some girls her age thought about it. She was a civilian girl, a kunoichi that had no ties to a clan, no nobility of any sort. She didn't have to guard it till marriage.
If she ever did get married.
It was rare for civilian kunoichi's like her to get married anyway. Their job being a little more than intimidating to the average male. Kunoichi's like her usually lived their life to the fullest, and no one was right to judge, because no one knew when they would meet their end on the field.
Then again kunoichi's like her usually avoided marriage all together, if they wanted to keep their occupation. Having children was more than an incentive to stay within the village walls. Something that was also avoided. The craving to get out of the village, fight, and travel. Addictive as it was.
Thankfully birth control was a must have for every kunoichi after passing the academy, less percentage of unwanted pregnancy was a good thing for their nation as a whole, as far as military personnel.
They did what they wanted, she was in charge of her own body, and can give it to anybody if she wanted too.
She paused before entering her room, her parents surely asleep, and shower still running. biting her lip, nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She wondered if this was moving too fast. If it was a one time thing, lust playing its game, then fine.
She was just starting living her life as a woman, more than ready to make this decision over her own body. She didn't want to be moping around, waiting for someone who didn't want her. Itachi Uchiha did, obviously.. Maybe, just this once, she will give in to this selfish impulse such as this and see if it went anywhere, if it did.
That's what people do nowadays, roll the dice and hope for the best.
She would get her answer soon enough.
She already made up her mind about helping him, so what else was there? Well, she would need to escort him to Tsunade. Since the attack, her teacher had been adamant to reconstruct all the civilians homes before starting the reconstruction of the tower. To her teacher, the citizens came first, and didn't mind roughing in in a tent with the civilian populace that still waited for a home. Though, there was a throng of Anbu, and Jounin guards surrounding the area. She would have to give her teacher the heads up before bringing him in the camp, or meet in on what he wanted..
She set the cups down, her hands grazed the side of her head, fixing her hair from its slight disarray. Her hand stinging, forgotten to finish up her wounded palm, and did just that.
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Tying the bandage in a neat knot with her left hand, and teeth. The corner of her eye catching the door opening ajar. She shifted her gaze back to her hand, fidgeting with her bandage as he stepped into the room, and shutting the door silently behind him. Seeing him in fresh clothing, figuring he had a storage scroll tucked away somewhere. Hair slightly damp from the shower, red band put neatly in place and hair over his shoulder. She offered him a drink, but he strode towards the window, ignoring her.
"Are you leaving?" she stood from the bed.
He simply nodded, "I will com back at a better time." Hopefully by then this would pass. Not doing something that they would both regret.
"Now is good as any time." She said offhandedly, hoping that he would take the bait.
"Hn." he answered with his foot on the window seal.
'Damn,' she curse, she needed to stop him. Thinking of any excuse, "at least let me look at your hand.." She added the "please, it's the least I can do." To emphasize her point.
He faltered, and glance over his shoulder; thinking it would be for the best for him to get this fix while he could.
A weakness inside supposed enemy territory was not the best option for him, while there was a ready medic at hand. Closing his eyes briefly, mentally sighing, he got off the ledge, and meet her halfway. And held out his hand to her. With the silent agreement, gently she took it and probed his swollen wrist, testing the strain she had put on it. What she didn't know, that her soft touch send tremors down his back, causing his already engorged member to twitch painfully against his abdomen.
Healing chakra spreading to her fingertips, began seeping, and massaging the sore area. The sensation felt wonderful. Her chakra clean, filled with a luke warmth that made his eyes close briefly, that could have passed as a slow blink in appreciation. She noticed, smiled and kept to her work.
"You can stay." She said almost shyly, wondering if she was being too bold, for she had never done this before.
He opened his eyes, and shifted his gaze to hers. Where he saw the willingness in her eyes, the slight rosy blush on her cheeks, the way her pupils dilated gave away her intentions. His eyes going lower in thought, but caught where her robe came parted, a hint of cleavage poking out from the low cut of the night dress. 'Damn and hell,' briefly cursing her, and swiftly resuming eye contact. "I can not."
" It won't be until tomorrow you can meet with the hokage, I don't see why not." She had finished healing what she could on his wrist. Needing bandages for it to heal somewhat on its own, her hands stopped glowing, but not leaving his. Her eyes shimmered, the hope in them not dying. Not until she got her answer.
He looked away from it, not wanting to give in. 'Both our sakes, both..' he reminded himself over and over. Controlling the beast that was soon to rear its ugly head. "Under the circumstances, I don't think you know the meaning of your words."
" I am sure that I do, and mind telling me what circumstances is that exactly?" She said cheekily. Not knowing if this was the right route to go about doing this. Wherever this confidence was coming from, she kept it going. The butterflies in her stomach increased their flutters, her heart pounding with it.
His eyes slid quickly back to hers. His domineering ruby orbs studying her; she was testing him? Pushing that barrier to its breaking point, she shouldn't have done that.
If he didn't know better, he could tell she was the kind to wait for a lover's return. Leaving herself untouched by any other man. The thought was promising, but reminded himself that she was possibly using him as a replacement for his brother's absence with added notion that what she was feeling was a result of a medical herb inducing hypnosis, that he had no idea how to break at the moment.
Neither sat well with him. He needed to psych her out, and leave as soon as possible.
He thought of his brother, knowing his Otouto might be foolish, but he could tell, it least when Itachi had watched some of Sasuke's progression when he was younger, and still living in Kanoah. His otouto had feelings for his pink teammate. Sasuke wasn't stupid, and would realize it sooner or later, if his brother hadn't come to that realization by now. Was it right for him to take something as this away from sasuke?
"let me ask you, who were you thinking of while touching yourself?"
letting go of his hand surprised how forward he spoke, but his hand quickly lashed out, and held onto her wrist tightly, almost bruising. His eyes glowering a darkness taking place of his placid self. She gasped and answered shakily "N-no one in particular.." Slightly intimidated by his aura that surrounded him, she had the full front experience of his reputation of the deadly ninja that he was. Still, she was embarrassed to admit out loud who she was thinking of.
"Are you sure?" He pulled her closer, knew he shouldn't be pushing the girl to admit the truth, and leave with her embarrassment of inviting him to her bed. When she assumedly loved his brother. He needed to hear it from her. Even if his brother took all that he had done for him for granted. Again, and again. Yet he still did it, another thing he was only doing for his brother, whether he deserved it or not. He needed to convince himself that this would be wrong on all accounts to stay.
Only thing that made it worse was a part of him, didn't want to care.
"Y-Yes i'm s-sure." Her eyes evaded his, out of nervous habit.
"You are a bad liar." He was right, she would always be a bad liar. Their work depended on death, deceit, secrets, and lies. Her work as a medic needed the trust of her patients, full honesty. It required giving life; not taking it away. Something that could never be truly accomplished with just being a ninja. He guessed it was a better choice of the two, but unlike her, he was exceptional at taking rather than giving.
Maybe that was his downfall.
"Oh, aren't you a tease…"
'Did I just call him a tease?! ' Oh, she had a death wish with the way his eyes widened just slightly. 'It had caught him off guard!' she sang victoriously in her head. She just needed to keep going, if she had any hope of a miracle of this turning in her favor.
" Please- Itachi-san, explain if these 'resources' you mentioned, have any stalking tendencies?" She asked in a curious childness tone.
Narrowing his eyes, wondered if this girl had any shame. Maybe he would teach her a lesson in driving a man in heat to the brink of no return. His lips pursed."… We are ninja."
" yeah I know, intel is always the greatest of tools, so we may use them to our advantage.. but I wonder if that includes watching me while I masturbate? " She smiled sweetly.
"Perhaps…" Finding himself actually amused by this enigma right before him, and slightly closer to her unyielding form. He had to admit, the girl was brave, too much to not be at all intimidated of him. Most would cower before him, but her, she was a spitfire of surprises. One minute a nervous wreck, till he saw that twinkle in her eye. He knew he would be in for it, turning the tables just as she did. she was a force to be wreckin with. At first glance would be underestimated. But then again, they were ninja. None would, if one was foolish enough to let their guard down..
High strung virgins wasn't his best suit, he supposed. Since he was making that mistake right now.
"Stay."
His barrier shipped, rippling at the seams one piece at a time. His other hand drifter up, tucking a strand of hair from her face. Seeing her blush shyly in reaction, smiling softly at him, unafraid. It only made him wish he could make her his. What he would have give if he could do things over again, possibly would have had known her if he had not ..
His body tensed.
No, she was not his to have. never was, never will be. The sooner he accepted it, the better.
" And what of my brother?" He whispered harshly.
"..What about him?" she asked confused, suddenly finding herself backed up against the edge of the bed. His sharingan glowered at her smaller form.
" Were you thinking of him while you masturbated, and hoped I would be a convenient replacement?"
He released her wrist, before she lost her balance, and stumbled onto the bed. Quickly sitting up, seeing his retreating figure going towards the window.
She hadn't known what made her call out. He was a jerk, an asshole.
For a second he saw him contemplating whether or not he would stay. She was sure that it was a yes. But misunderstandings always ruined things. Him, asking these personal things, and with the way he treated her, he didn't deserve an explanation. Her mouth did otherwise.
"Wait! I wasn't thinking about him! Can we,- can we just for once not put him first?!"
His body froze in place, the window was there, just a step away.
She stood, spoke quietly, pleadingly. "I honestly do care about him, like someone who is important to me, like Naruto is important to me. He's my friend- teammate, and I just want him home, safe. I hoped he would be happy for once. I… I honestly once thought I could make him happy. But I was wrong. I know he's hurting right now. I just don't want to see him be the way that he is, driving himself deeper into a road of no return… I couldn't keep loving him like I had for so many years, I felt so lonely because of it. I won't deny that it even broke me at one point. I would like to try to move on. To selfishly live my life as it's meant to be, and not a lovesick teen who waits, and loves with nothing in return. I want to get over this loneliness. That I thought you of all people knew how it felt. To be unloved in that way… I am for one tired of it, aren't you?"
Every word stung, that held truth. Things that she kept to herself in the back of her mind, and never voiced them.
Her eyes widen, unbeknownst until it was too late that she poured her heart out again. The last time she admitted to her vulnerability, it ended horribly. She looked down, afraid too see him leave, or say something of the nature of how nonsensical her behavior was. If he left, she would probably never be able to talk directly to him again. Maybe tonight have a bit of a good cry, pass out; try to do what she said she would do. Move on. Seconds past, he stayed quiet. Her breath caught in her throat.
Damn, she was a fool.
"Who were you thinking of?" he whispered turning around, her head shot up making eye contact with him.
"I- I- I." he paced up to her again in strides. She was stuck, unbelievably surprised. The images she saw, fantasize before he rudely walked in, flashed before her eyes. The thought of it only made the feeling of the deep pooling in her belly, his eyes watched her predatorily. Felt like she was up against something that should have frighten her, but instead made her tingle with anticipation.
"Who." He whispered in strain. Towering over her in challenge.
Her eyes never left his, confident in the truth in her words. No matter how unbelievably impossible it was. "You."
He lost it.
In all sense of the word, he had lost it.
His arms, securing her to him. One hand pulled her hair back almost roughly, burying his face in her neck, delving in her sweet essence that was emanating from her being. Lips close to her pulsing neck, he ran his nose gently against it.
She gasped, her body trembled in his hold. The feeling of his hot breath against her, made the swell in her lower belly ache painfully. A breathy moan broke from her, while she felt lips and teeth grazing her thumping artery.
The robe parted more as he pulled her even closer, sucking on that pulse, moving lower when more flesh was revealed to him.
She gripped his biceps, His other arm came around her lower back, her shaky legs started to fail her. Her body arching more into his.
Dizzily, she held on as he ravaged her column with licks, and nips she knew would leave marks in the morning. He stopped short of the top of her heaving chest. Letting go of her hair, slowly, with one sinful hand he undid the messy knot of her robe. Piercing eyes never left hers, as he tugged one last time, and let the material fall on the floor.
Lips came down on hers, tongue pushing and sliding against the other. He grunted, when she responded with as much vigor. Dainty hands sliding over his pectorals, past wet locks and down his back. Lifting his clean mesh shirt just slightly revealing heated skin. Her nails lifted and dug softly against his sculpted back, bringing the material up. She huffed into his mouth, his hands grabbing the meat of her bare ass, she shivered. A sound of a growl murmured against her lips, suddenly she was being pushed against the bed.
Actions, that were becoming less hesitant, less thought out. Actually more instinctive than anything, they were people drunk by this beastly need that poured in waves through both of them. And it wouldn't stop until both were drove into oblivion.
He descended on top, nestled himself between creamy thighs. Removing his clean shirt, and thrown carelessly aside.
Her night dress redden up past her thighs. He saw it then, her glistening folds revealed to him once more. His hands took their time feeling her smooth legs glide against his callus hands. Her legs spreading wide for him, she grind her hips up impatiently. Knowing he was watching her actions. She kept humping dry air, while his sharingan spun lazily. Watched her hips move, and grind tauntingly close to his clothed cock.
His hands cupped her mound suddenly, feeling his fingers quickly slicken by her juices. Moving his hand along her, her back arched, bucked her hips against his hand, and an orchestra of moans erupted from her. He panted watching her show all of her pleasure by just his hand, teasing that nub in between her legs. She whimpered and sighed when he finally dipped his fingers inside her heat. Feeling her walls constrict, and pull around his long appendages, the groan he held made itself known on his lips.
One last breathy moan erupted from her, her insides convulsing around his fingers. He kept pumping them in, and out. Riding her orgasm longer, her thighs quivered with it. Her chest heaved, eyes closed. Slowly floating back to her body. Vaguely aware of any movements, or the sound of ripped material reaching her ears. Her eyes widened in surprise, feeling his mouth closed over her uncovered nipple, pushing aside whatever was left of her night dress.
He tugged and sucked on her aching nipples without mercy. Her body withered under him, begging him for more. " Itachi! " She cried out. Her hips grinding upwards again, she felt it. His hard, hot bear member sliding along her thigh. Not noticing when he slipped off his pants. Her hand reached out from under them. Touched shyly, stroked mid way to tip. Her already heated cheeks were flamed brighter, when she barely managed to grip all of him.
Letting go of her breast, his own hand gripping himself, taking it out of her grasp. Running the engorged member along her nether lips. She gasped, making eye contact to his spinning, hypnotic eyes.
"Do you want this Sakura?" He asked, and continued running it slickly along her clit and lips.
Her timidness forgotten, overpowered by the urge to do what she tried to convince herself. "Yes!" She begged. Shifting her hips up again. His cock slipping inside her, crowning her entrance. She squirmed under him, unknowingly she was only taking more of him. Her chest heaved as he spread her legs wider. Looked down, a clear view of their joining. Not yet tearing, but felt him nudging something impossibly to small to fit him. Inhaling sharply, she held on while he pushed on.
Her body zinged in pleasure and pain. A tear, him filling a space she hardly had room for. He grunted, breathing heavily. Trying to calm the storm that was in him, but it wasn't enough just to be inside her. She gasped in an almost uncomfortable pain, his hot member fully buried inside her. His mouth connecting with hers. Muffled her whimpering cries. Unable to hold back his hips from connecting with hers again, and again. Her cries soon turned to moans after the first few pumps in. Setting a moderate pace, no time for gentleness.
She was just as impatient, rocked in time with his punishing rhythm.
She felt like she was on fire, her blood filled clit throbbed each time he reached the end of her. The feeling of another orgasm climbing higher with each thrust. He towered over her, watched her wither. Unable to hold back the moans that escaped from her, calling his name, begging him to go faster, harder. And he gave it to her.
Burring his face in her neck, savagely pounding into her. He never felt anything like this. His blood thudded loudly in his ears. Her pulse was just as quick. It paced under his tongue, running it wherever he could. Groaned, felt blunt nails dig into his shoulders. Her quivering thighs constricting around his hips. It felt like his heart was about to explode.
Something did.
Flashes of blinding light, and released in waves through both Shinobi.
Slumped his slick body against her soft one. Catching his breath, still buried inside her.
And still hard as a rock.
The impulse to dominate her completely was the most powerful thing he ever felt. He wanted, needed more. Question was, would they survive after tonight?
Because as soon as it was over, it started again.
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Side notes:
Organ growth jutsu.* This came from the idea that scientist today can grow organs from blank DNA, otherwise called an umbilical cord/stem cells. They can make an exact replica of an organ once introduced to the organ protein. For example, you introduce heart cells to blank DNA, it will start to grow into a heart, but keep in mind it takes years to do, because it's in the first stages of development for a human. So far they have successfully grown and transplanted livers to mice with liver failure. So with the help of chakra, (in my story) it will speed up the growing process.
AN: Well am off to take a long cold shower… Honestly fun to write, sorry it took long. Hope it was hot enough. (Somehow it felt short..) Wait a minute, damn. I remembered that this isn't over yet! Still have to do a morning after. :3