Oh gosh. It's so NOT tomorrow...
Well, at least here it is... the second chapter and the ending...Yeap.
Disclaimer: Naruto is not Ari'el Holland's.
You Got Me
Chapter Two
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Ever since their epic breakup a couple of years back, he was sad, she was horny and he was guilty. So now, it was just a matter of one smart move and, hey, everybody wins.
Just what the hell was he doing?
He panted hard and squeezed his eyes shut when he felt pleasure shock through his limbs and bliss surge through his veins like electric. The picture in front of him was just too much...
How could he? She was engaged. She was...unavailable; taken; and most importantly, not his...
He remembered it - that tightness, that taste, that woman. The photo only made him pump faster, his hand reenacting something that used to be his everything.
But perhaps for just this second, this moment...
The photo of her legs spread, open and accepting. Her core so obviously and exquisitely wet, drops sliding down her plump lips. It was something so beautiful, so incredible and so, so sinful.
...he could play a bit of pretend, imagine a little.
His climax crashed over him like an unexpected tsunami and so did guilt. He sat up from his futon when he heard his mother call from the kitchen, announcing dinner time. He brought his hand to his face, glaring hard and yet distantly at the white fluid on his fingers and knuckles.
"...What am I doing?"
"Do you think that was a little too much?" Sakura asked worriedly. It had already been two days and there was no sign of the elder Uchiha's response and the green-eyed girl was starting to believe that she had crossed the line.
There was a limit for even this, she knew that much.
Kakashi smirked, shaking his head mutely, "Actually, I don't think it was enough,"
Her cheeks glowed a bright red when she replied, "Then, what else is there to do?"
Kakashi leaned forward and whispered in her ear a little plan.
It had been two days and there was no sign of her. He inhaled deeply, perhaps it was just a passing phase and perhaps it was a good thing for him not to respond. Although...
He stared at his hand.
"Beaten for being a naughty boy again, I see."
Lifting his eyes, Itachi drawled, "On the contrary, Cousin, I believe the naughty boy is the one I'm staring at,"
Shisui slapped his hand over his swollen cheek, "It wasn't my fault that-!"
Itachi chuckled, "Imbecile,"
"Who are you calling-?"
A phone rang and Shusui stilled. It was Itachi's...
In one smooth move, the man rose, turned and answered the call.
"Uchiha Itachi..."
"Hey, Ita-kun!"
"Sakura..."
For the first time in his twenty-six years, he was confused. It was almost an unthinkable fact, but there was no other way to explain everyone of these damn feelings rushing through him. He was Uchiha-fucking-Itachi, why was he stooping to such a low level?
Releasing a long-held breath, he sank into the couch and scanned the room. The blonde girl - Yamanaka, if he remembered correctly - was all over the unaffected youth, the one whom had recently joined his younger brother's group of strange friends. Yes, strange, all except for Sakura.
This was Kakashi's and her new house. He was here. Why was he here? What could be a force so strong that compelled him, the Uchiha Heir, to come and join this frivolity? It was just some meaningless hang-out session, a couple of drinks and some light chatting. Again he asked himself, swirling the drink about in the small glass, why was he here? And there, just a few steps away was the reason. Her hair curled in gentle waves for the occasion, her body hugged with a tight, black number that did wonders to her rarely seen body.
Something that he had the privilege to behold.
Laughter bubbled from her glossed lips and even if it wasn't him she was interacting with, it was still as fascinating. She was fascinating...
Downing the shot of vodka, Itachi was pleased when it kept his mind of the vile taste in his mouth as he continued to watch her. With stormy depths, he looked around for the host of the house and strangely enough, he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Perhaps...
No, he sighed, not now and not ever.
Setting the cup down silently, he left the house with the same amount of quietness as he's always known to have
"Invite him for the party this Tuesday," He whispered lowly, "And when you both are alone, try to get a kiss from him..."
The vibration of her handphone and loss of a certain aura in her house confirmed her prediction a few days back. He wouldn't stay.
"Ah, sorry. Just gimme a sec'," She smiled at Hinata who was staring at her with milky, blinking orbs. Returning the smile, the Hyuuga girl shook her head and turned to look for Naruto.
She stared at her phone.
From: Uchiha Itachi
Sakura, thank you for inviting me tonight. I honestly wish I could stay, but I have other matters of importance to attend to. Till we meet again...
She huffed out a stressed breath, leave it to a guy like him to leave without saying goodbye! The bastard. Her fingers were fast as she typed out a short message.
From: Haruno Sakura
Hey, Kakashi's passed out in the room. He's had a rough day today. I would love if you could come back...and kiss me goodnight. ;)
It overwhelmed him, it was killing every bit of his already loosened control and now...
He was running.
Damn, they're fast.
It was through a window, he masked his often distinct Chakra signature and watched with amused eyes.
Kakashi was most definitely a pervert...
Her hand dipped into his unbuckled jeans while her other tangled in his black hair, their lips roaming everywhere. It was as though they were devouring each other, the moment and everything it meant.
Itachi's long fingers fondled her doused core, thumbing her oversensitive pearl and smirking when she moaned into his mouth. It wasn't just any moan, it was...his name.
How long had he been waiting for this, craving for this? To hear his name fall from those pink lips, that hoarseness that only came through his ministrations?
"Such hunger..." He rasped, the tip of his tongue trailing from her jaw to collar bone, "...Such fire,"
Sakura gasped when he pulled her dress up with a speed that sent shocks of pleasure through her body, his mouth encasing her tightened nub. Licking and sucking the pillowy flesh, Itachi hummed against chest and kept his heady gazed locked with her own hazed ones.
He pressed his mouth to her sternum, journeying lower at each kiss and he stopped, lifting his head, "...I would prefer to do this in more comfortable conditions, Sakura," His eyes pointed to his car. She gripped his shoulders and guided him up, pecking him chastely, "Maybe...next time, Ita-kun,"
Itachi blinked and nodded mutely before turning to his car. A tender smile and wave was the end of that hot moment as he drove away almost hurriedly.
"See you around!" She shouted to the leaving couples, "Thanks for coming!"
They waved back and continued down the road.
"They're gone..." A deep, rough voice rumbled from behind her. She turned, nodding. Her eyes were still full of something that he had wanted to see - something so base, so primal.
"Kakashi..." Sakura breathed and leaned forward.
And he lost it there.
Lowering himself to meet her aching mouth, he planted soft, gentle but heated kisses on her face. He pushed her down onto the sofa with a strength and roughness that undid her every time, positioning himself between her parted thighs, sliding his arousal deep into her, they moaned at the mind-wrecking sensation that they had missed for far too long.
He met her breath for breath, and kissed her breathlessly. Thrashing himself into her, he pumped and pumped. And she laid, helpless, accepting, under his uncontrollable need. He grunted, his length squeezed by her slick walls each time he slid in and out. The passion, the fire he felt was unexplainable. She pulled him into a deep kiss and let their tongues clash passionately as he continued to thrust into her. He grunted as pleasure shocked through his being and he released himself onto her flat belly, she murmuring into her climax along with him. Their harsh breaths punctuated through the sex-filled atmosphere. Kakashi was the first to speak as they soaked in the after effects of their earth-shattering quickie.
"I take it he had no clue I was playing voyeur?"
"Yeah," She managed out, "he wanted me to take me home, but I just wanted to give him a taste test,"
"Ah, well, he did look quite hopeful after you walked back into the house,"
"I'm feeling a threesome after our honeymoon,"
"Getting a little ribald, aren't you, Sakura?"
"I learned from the best, Sensei,"
"Well, I suppose, we'll just have to see where this one proceeds,"
She chuckled lightly, "I guess so..."
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The End.