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Sakura awoke the next morning to Itachi splaying kisses over her face and neck. She groggily opened her eyes and watched his lips stretch into a lazy smile. His dark touseled bangs swept across her cheeks in the lightest manner, feathery touches at best. Dipping his head down, he brushed his lips against her jaw bone, hovering his body over hers. Her arms still held him to her body as she caught his lips and kissed him.

"Good morning," she whispered.

"Yes it is," he chuckled as she laughed.

He paused. Never had he heard her laugh at something he said. Whenever he would make some sort of funny comment or repeat a joke he had heard from his fellow shinobi in the village, she would always regard him with the same passive emotionless face, as if she didn't understand. But he knew different. She understood, she always did but, the light in her eyes when Naruto and Sasuke would say something to make her laugh, was gone. Itachi remembered seeing her bright jade eyes glisten with excitement and tears whenever Naruto and Sasuke would joke about Kakashi's perverted novel addiction. He never missed a moment when her musical cries of laughter flooded the village, putting piercing willy song birds to shame.

The light he noticed three years ago seemed to be rekindling.

Sakura noticed his staring and touched the side of his face, "Is something wrong?"

"…no," he whispered, giving her another kiss.

He loved the feel of her body. Usually whenever he would sleep next to his wife, her body was almost as cold as her heart. She felt frigid when he would touch her.

Her lips never felt warm, they were always freezing, icy sheets tearing at his lips with shocking coldness. Her nails, running down his back were long frozen daggers, leaving streaks of painful bruising. Her body was always rigid, stiff without movement, almost as if she wasn't breathing. Sometimes he thought she died while sleeping next to him.

'Things are going to be different now,' Itachi thought hopefully.

"Are you hungry?" Sakura asked, touching a piece of his hair.

He nodded against the junction of pale fleshy skin below her jaw.

Cuddling closer to her warm body, he smirked, "Move," she laughed.

"No," he said, burying his nose into her neck and wrapping his arms beneath her lower back.

She laughed and tried to push him off. Most mornings, if he was on top of her, she would use her chakra to push him to his side of the bed. Even if she was freezing cold, shivering and trembling from spending the entire night without covers, she never came to him. His body was always tender and welcoming, a lone invitation to her distance, but, she never came closer to him. She would've rather faced the chilling sensation of getting up and walking through their cold home.

Whenever she would get up she always thought he was sleeping. She would move with exact precision of movement, stealthily trying not to wake him but, she failed. She always did. He would always watch her wintery pale blue and purple back move away from him with sadness that she never wanted him to warm or comfort her.

Itachi smirked against her skin: he knew she was playing with him. If she really wanted to get up, he'd be flying across the room in a matter of seconds but, she only pushed his shoulder and grunted as she tried to move him.

Finally, she gave up and sighed.

"Aren't you going to make breakfast?" Itachi mumbled, kissing her neck.

'You think you're so funny don't you,' Sakura thought, running her pale fingers lightly over his lean back.

"No," she replied.

He smirked against her neck and placed his lips on the skin, letting them linger to feel her pulse excite under his touch.

"I'm going to shower," he stated.

"Okay."

"Hn," he laughed, untangling himself from her hold.

She stared up at him. Usually she would nod and let him do whatever he wanted, never asking or bothering him. This morning was no different. She seemed out of place when it came to loving her husband.

Itachi smiled down and touched her face.

"Come with me," he whispered.

Her body tensed as she stared wide eyed at her husband, "Why?" she asked incredulously.

"I want you to," he replied, amused by his wife's confusion.

She didn't respond and looked over to the nightstand.

He sighed.

"Fine," he replied, crawling off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

'I guess it's still going to take a while,' he thought as he reached into the shower to turn the water on.

He twisted the knob of the shower, watching with no interest as the water spurted from the head. The hazy steam started to fill the room and fog the mirror, creating moisture and humid warmth. He smirked when he heard the door squeak close and felt two tiny arms around his torso.He didn't say anything and turned around to pull his wife's face up to his, lightly kissing her lips as her bright eyes stared into his.

"Why?" Sakura whispered against his lips.

"What?" Itachi responded, pulling away from her face to look at her frown.

"Why didn't you leave?" she asked.

"What's this all of the sudden?" he replied, quirking an eyebrow at her question.

"I…I don't want you to," she stuttered, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked for the right words, "I don't want you to feel obligated to stay with me," she breathed.

Itachi's eyes widened for a fraction of a second.

How could she still question him? He always said he loved her and why was she still bringing up his leaving? Did she want him to leave?

"I don't," he replied with a hint of anger in his voice, "Why are you saying this? Do you want me to go?"

"No," her short reply came as his gaze softened.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her form, "Sakura, I love you and I'll never leave."

She breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know what she was trying to ask him, maybe she really was crazy.

"…I'm sorry," she whispered into his chest.

"It's okay," he replied as he rested his chin on her head.

He rubbed soft circles on her back as he looked at their reflection in the bathroom mirror. He watched her pink hair lightly flow down past her shoulders, soft waves brushing over his oversized shirt she wore for bed. Her arms absently ran over his arms as she softly grazed her short nails on his skin.

"Sakura," he said quietly, "I have to shower."

She quickly looked up at him as his hands settled themselves on her waist. He slowly tugged at the shirt she wore, softly pulling it up and cautiously waiting for her to stop him. But she didn't.

He slowly pulled the shirt over her head as she stared into his eyes.

Tossing the shirt onto the floor his eyes roamed over her body. He never took his eyes off of hers as his long rough fingers ran over her shoulder blades. Slowly they fell down the sides of her body, brushing over the swell of her soft breasts and stopped at her waist, resting on the black cotton material of her panties.

His nimble fingers hooked under the elastic band and slowly inched the garment down her firm pale thighs. Sakura watched the lust cloud over his eyes as he let go of her underwear and let it fall to the ground. She stepped out of the garment and watched as her husband pulled down his boxers.

Itachi was a man of few words; he rarely gave in to idle chatter and gossip like the rest of the shinobi of the village. He saved his most talkative conversations for his wife, most of which, consisted of little to begin with.

Even though he spoke and demanded little, Sakura could always see what he wanted. His gestures and mannerisms were like an open book, always, could she tell his emotions.

"Itachi," Sakura whispered as Itachi placed his hands on her naked waist. He slowly stepped backward under the warm water and pulled his wife with him. Sakura shuddered at the water and laid her head against Itachi's muscled chest.

"Sakura," Itachi whispered, trailing his fingers down her skin and watching the water droplets run down her back, leaving streaks of water in their wake.

"What do we do now Itachi?" Sakura suddenly asked, pressing her body closer to Itachi's: clutching onto his shoulders and laying her cheek on his chest.

"….We move on," he replied slowly as the water hit the top of his back and ran down his body, dripping onto her petite frame.

"How?"

"I don't know," he responded, letting his lips run over her forehead.

Sakura nodded into his chest. Somehow, she felt comforted by his words. It didn't make sense but, she knew that if he didn't know, then they would find out together. He would stand by her as they figured their life out.

Sakura pulled away from his body and raised her hand to his cheek, lightly smoothing over the hair plastered to his face. His dark eyes watched her every move as she inched her face closer to his, softly pressing her lips to his chin and dragging them up to the corner of his mouth. He finished her job by sliding his lips fully onto hers.

He deepened the kiss as his hands tangled themselves in her hair, his tongue darting out to taste her mouth as Sakura softly moaned. He splayed kisses over her face as she broke their kiss, breathing heavily against his back as his kisses moved down to her jaw line. His fingers moved down her stomach and over her thighs, lightly pressing into the flesh.

"Itachi," Sakura whispered as Itachi faced her again, "I love you."

He let a bright smile cross his face and pulled her body against his, letting her feel every inch of his skin. His hands ran to the back of her hair as he pressed his lips to hers. Resting her hands on his chest, she smiled into the kiss and placed her thigh in between Itachi's legs, feeling his arousal.

He softly breathed into the kiss at Sakura's movement and pulled away from her face. Her eyes held amusement and playfulness and smirking, he kissed her again.

They were acting as they should've been years ago. They were acting like a newlywed couple, a three year married, newlywed couple.

Yeah, yeah yeah, i kno, short chapter and no full lemon but, don't worry, they're coming up!

Awwww, fluff-ily goodness!

Well, Itachi and Sakura are starting over!

Slyvia out until next week!