Warning: Gets a bit dirty towards the end of this chapter. Just a tad bit.
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The Forty-Third Hour: Effect
"When you are around, I am helpless," he confesses, almost in a non-characteristic way.
She couldn't tell if he was lying or not. In a moment of confusion, she completely forgets about the rain (which was coming down in light showers now), about their rather awkward positions, and even about his approaching death.
"What do you mean?"
She doesn't see it, he realizes. She doesn't see the effect she has over him.
He thought about it for a moment, trying to phrase his thoughts into a simple explanation. "You...weaken me in a variety of ways."
She still seemed puzzled, so he opted for other methods of explanation.
"As words alone don't seem to be getting through to you, let me demonstrate instead."
"Uh…okay."
She really didn't see what was coming.
The Forty-Fourth Hour: Insane
He was already sitting on her, so he only needed to lean in and she could feel his warm breath on her cheeks.
"Sakura…" She felt his hand lift hers up to his chest, to his heart. "You weaken me through this."
It didn't seem like an Itachi-thing for his heart to beat this quickly, so she was both embarrassed and shocked to feel the rapid thudding against his chest.
"You know, Sakura," he whispered deeply against her ear, "I don't remember my heart beating this fast for anything, not even when I was fighting."
She absorbed the meaning in those words and only flushed a darker shade when she felt him kiss her ear lobe lightly.
"You...drive me absolutely insane."
She had a very big urge to say, "Back at you."
The Forty-Fifth Hour: Daring
She was being especially bold today.
"What other ways do I…a-affect you?" She stuttered when he nibbled at her nape.
"How very daring of you," he chuckled softly, "Then as a reward, I shall tell you more."
He brought his lips over to her own, hovering there for a moment. His eyes are intense as he looks at her. "I admire your strength, your courage, your obstinacy to fight back. And I love every single word that comes out of this mouth." And just like that, he kisses her.
He moves against her lips gently, softly, delicately, as if he was caressing her with his lips. She was about to get lost in their kiss until he took hold of her hand.
He intertwines his fingers with hers, breaking from the kiss. However, his gaze does not stray from her own. "Scarred as these hands may be, I love them." To make his point, he brings one of her hands to his lips and pecks her fingertips.
"And I love your dance."
She perks her head to the side. "I don't…dance," she said. It came out as a breathless whisper though.
His eyes crinkle just slightly. "You do. When you spar, when you fight, you dance. It is so very graceful, and I am enchanted every time."
She giggles at his cheesy use of words. "You are a real sweet talker, you know that?"
"I may be a sweet talker, but I only tell the truth."
Damn, he is good.
The Forty-Sixth Hour: Big
"You know how else you affect me?"
"There's more?" she wonders incredulously.
"There is much, much more, but I believe this one will have a…big impact on you," he gleams mischievously.
She has doubts about the expression he's wearing, but decides to let him continue anyway. Besides, it can't be that bad, right?
"Do tell," she urges hesitantly.
"I need not say anything for this." Without any warning, he guides her hand down there.
Oh god.
It was hard.
And he was right.
It was big.
The Forty-Seventh Hour: Perverted
She didn't know what to think or how to act when he finally got up from her.
She gave herself three possible thoughts to fill her brain with.
Option A: Wait, that was it? Aw…
Option B: Oh my dear lord, I touched it! Okay, it was through his clothes, but still! I touched it!
Option C: THAT WAS AWESOM-
She realized that all of them were rather perverted, so she gave up and decided to just cleanse her head of all thoughts.
The next image that popped into her head was of Itachi…naked.
Well that didn't work.
The Forty-Eighth Hour: Claim
Don't get him wrong, he did want to take her right there. And when her hand brushed against there nervously, innocently, he wanted to tear off all her clothes and-
He sighed at the constricted feeling in his lower region. Thinking of what he was about to do to her will not do him any good right now. It was building up pointless stress.
He knew he could not satisfy himself.
He could not taint her anymore than he already has. Touching her, hugging her, kissing her, they were all already bad enough. He had to admit that some of his actions were actually driven by impulse. He couldn't help himself when she was right there. It was just way too tempting.
But to claim her as his completely? He couldn't do that, no matter how much he wanted to.
He can't strip her of her future anymore than this.
He would leave this world, and when he does, she would just have to forget about him.
And he was certain that claiming her was not a good way to do that.
A/N: Wow, it's been ages. School's really been sucking the life and time out of me, so I'm very sorry for the late update. Thank you so much for reading though! I'm always looking forward to those reviews! I know it takes forever for me to reply, and I'm so sorry, but I always try my best to read all of them! Thank you so much for all of your support! I really appreciate it! See you next time. ^^