Title: Dessert of the Day
Author: paws-bells
Beta-ed by: MelissaRose85
Characters/Pairing: Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Itachi
Type: One Shot/Drabble Collection (InComplete)
Genre: Romance/General/Humor
Word Count: 1148
Rating: T (Contains content not suitable for children)
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto-san.
Summary: Random ItaSaku drabbles/onesies featuring various universes and various storylines for your reading pleasure. Chapters may or may not be interconnected.
Created on: 17/04/13
Completed on: 17/04/13
Chapter Last Revised on: 01/09/14
Prompt: AU. ItaSaku age reversal where Sakura is 5 years older than Itachi.
"Tadaima."
Sakura looked up from the book that she was reading just in time to see her Uchiha lover step into their apartment. The raven haired male was dressed in civilian clothes so she knew that he had likely just came over from his clan holdings.
"Okaerinasai," she greeted softly from her seat on the living room couch. She was curled up in the corner and was feeling too comfortable to move, having just returned from her hospital shift a few hours ago. She lowered the medical journal that she had been browsing to give him her full attention. "How was your meeting with your clan?"
The younger male shed his sandals at the genkan and then padded his way barefoot over to her. Now that he was in the privacy of their home, the steely rigidness in him seemed to dissolve ever so slightly, and he shook his head once at her question. "It was the same as usual," the accomplished ANBU Captain replied. "Some of the elders were petitioning for Chichiue to instate me as clan heir, but luckily enough, they weren't able to garner enough support to force the motion."
The pink-haired kunoichi sighed inwardly as she sensed Itachi's unhappiness at the continuous machinations of his elders to overthrow his older brother and have him become the next leader of the Uchiha clan instead. It was true that the younger Uchiha son of the current clan patriarch was a once in a lifetime prodigy, but his older brother (and coincidentally her Genin teammate) Sasuke was also an incredibly powerful and shrewd fighter in his own right and unlike Itachi, the latter had been groomed from birth to be the heir. Itachi had never had any interest or intention of becoming the next Uchiha leader, but none of the elders were interested in his opinion or wishes and this unfortunate situation had also caused tension between the two brothers, much to the younger male's quiet distress.
Sakura softly petted the seat beside her and coaxed him to sit. Then, she set aside her book and tugged him down to lay on her lap. He did not fight her and welcomed her gesture, stretching out his long, lean frame along the length of the couch and settling his head on her thighs. She immediately went to work to relieve him of his tension and agitation, deft, slender fingers easing his inky black hair from its tie and then carefully combing through the long raven strands, lightly scratching and massaging his scalp with blunted nails. He relaxed further as she continued to stroke his head, soothing him with her gentle touch. They both said nothing to each other for a while, content to maintain the peaceful silence between them, at least briefly.
Even though the male's face was placid and inscrutable, his thoughts appearing to be locked away, Sakura had no doubt that he was at the very moment conscientiously inspecting them from every possible angle – there was no way he would let it be since she could tell that he was still quite upset by his prior meeting with his clan. Such was often the case every time the younger man returned from his home, though lately, he had been staying over at their shared apartment more often, shunning the company of his clansmen in favor of hers, and Sakura hoped that she had at least managed to provide him some semblance of tranquility and sanctuary, this genius lover of hers who was always far too smart and too perceptive for his own good, younger than her in terms of age but yet seeming to look even older due to the stress of his heavy responsibilities to the ANBU, his family, as well as his tenuous and difficult position within the precarious dynamics of his clan's internal politics.
A small frown was starting to knit on his brow then, and Sakura smoothed it out with her fingers. Then, the beautiful woman leaned down and brushed her lips against his forehead softly, before she smilingly rubbed their noses together in an affectionate Eskimo kiss. Her hands tenderly cupped his jaw, stilling him so that their eyes met and she could stare earnestly into his darkened, obsidian gaze.
"Stop that," she admonished him, her tone firm but stern. "This is not your fault. So don't start blaming yourself."
He said nothing to that, and so she continued.
"We both know that your brother adores you, even though he's always like that." 'Like that' meaning Sasuke's usual grumpy and curt self, as everyone well acquainted to the brusque Uchiha heir would know. "You know how he is; the more disapproving and uptight he gets, the more he cares. Sasuke always gets the most anxious when it comes to you, Itachi."
"I know," he replied at last, very quietly. "I also want to help nii-san as well."
Sakura knew how much it bothered Itachi that he was an unintentional cause of Sasuke's troubles with the clan. "Trust me; your nii-san is aware." Her tone was patient and good natured – somebody had to be the optimistic, cheerful one in this relationship, after all, and since Itachi constantly considered and fretted about too many things like an old man, that position was up to her to fill. She kissed him again, this time on the side of his mouth. "Set this aside for now; you're going to get white hairs from all that worrying you do and I won't be happy if you wrinkle that pretty boy face of yours. Take a nap with me?"
When she asked like that, he could never turn her down. The younger male sat up, then turned to his lover and kissed her with a quiet, needy ferocity that stole her breath away and left her knees weak. It was a reminder that even though he was the younger one in their relationship, it did not in any way mean that he was still a little boy – he had been the one who had determinedly pursued her from the very start, after all. Sakura's eyelids fluttered and she gazed at him with dreamy, emerald eyes when he pulled back, slowly licking his lips as he did so.
"I think I want you right now," he whispered, and it was impossible to deny him when he was looking at her with his intent, watchful gaze, the heat of his strong hand on her waist. Her response was to lean in and lay her head against his shoulder, tucking her face into the side of his neck even as she grabbed his hand and helped him push it under her shirt. She did not mind being his distraction at all.
"Do you even have to ask? I'm yours," she told him softly, only lifting her head briefly so that she could look him in the eye.
"So touch me."
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