I will get to Sakura's very first meeting with the Akatski, why she joined in the first place very soon. It'll probably be a flashback chapter, but right now I want to meander in the middle for a while. Do a bit of unfolding on Sakura's growing relationship with Itachi.
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Chapter 3- Temptation
Laying in bed, eyes counting the small discolorations in the ceiling Sakura propped her hands under her head. Her mind drifted over the things she thought of most: Perfecting her medical skills, and of course, Itachi Uchiha. He was on her minds more than she would admit to him, of course. She thought about him a lot. Such as now for instance. She was thinking about how stubborn he was. How he couldn't seem to realize that she got all gushy when she saw him, or that she deliberately went out of her way to see him, do things she knew he'd want or like. To make him proud.
She sighed, closing her eyes and letting herself slip into a meditation like state, never actually getting enveloped in her meditation however, because she immediately heard the intrusion into her room. Though she knew she only heard him because he allowed her. She opened her eyes and peered into heavy lidded red ones. She smiled at the beauty she saw. Itachi was smirking down at her. "You've been up here all day."
She grinned. "Yeah, it's my birthday today." She told him, secretly hoping he'd say that he knew. That he remember the date from last time. "I'm a woman as of today." She grinned.
His eyes shifted back to their normal state and they held her own. He took permission into his own hands and sat on the bed beside her. He wasn't wearing his cloak she noted distantly, feeling drained all of a sudden. She wasn't sure when she started feeling so strongly it made her feel weak, but she definitely made a note to go back and figure it out, then bash herself in the head before it happened.
For a long moment, he just stared at her before he spoke, his voice quiet as usual. "Yes you are." She grinned, truly happy that he acknowledged her, if only as an equal. She'd never be his lover, but she would at least be closer to him than anyone else. That was her goal.
The air around them was muggy and dense, weighing down her torso, making it hard for her to breath. As a result she had to pull the air in harder, making her chest hurt.
Itachi gazed down at her, watching the way her eyes fluttered shut so delicately, and the unsteady motion of her chest as she breath. It was a harsh pattern he usually only saw when training her. He did find it strange that she was breathing so hard at such a time.
He watched her longer, remember the first day he saw her. Was it really 2 whole years ago that they met? She was turning 18, maturing so very much. He noted it in her every presence. Her face was longer, her lips slightly more full, but still just as pink. Her shoulders were dainty and her collar bones so strong, and that creamy neck of hers made him feel uncharacteristic. She developed more, she still wasn't large breasted, but she no longer resembled a child, and her stomach was much harder, as a result of the training. He knew every curve and crevice of her body at this point. He watched as she wiggled slightly trying to get comfortable and it surprised him how attractive such a small, insignificant move could be. He ignored his instincts for the moment. "You've grown quite a bit."
She bit her lip curiously, "What do you mean?"
"Well, you can now go on missions without having to be watched. You're much stronger." And you have gained quite a bit of sex appeal, he wanted to add, but decided against it.
She literally glowed. "Really?" It was clearly all she wanted to hear.
He grinned a faint grin, reaching down and drawing lazy designs over the blanket, ignoring that he was close enough to feel the heat radiating off of her beautiful skin. She wasn't in her uniform. She had on simple white shirt with no sleeves and some grey training pants. They were tight around her hips and thighs, a detail he strained to ignore on a daily basis.
Closing her eyes for a moment she suddenly, catching him off guard, took her hand and laid it over his, opening them with a big grin. "Stop doing that. You do that all the time, it's like you can't help it or something." But he hardly heard her. He was focusing on her hand against his. Normally he wasn't the type to be bothered by these trivial emotions. In fact, he still wasn't sure he should be bothered by this sort of thing, but he couldn't ignore it. Being around her every day was getting to him. She was quite a few years younger than him, and less experienced, so he didn't expect she'd understand what he was feeling, but perhaps she wouldn't kill him. After all, the body wants what the body wants.
He swallowed harshly, withdrawing his hand from under hers, ignoring that her face was suddenly gravely serious, and her body was completely still, as if she was holding her breath. He took his fingers and lightly dusted them along the back of her hand, up the top of her slender wrist and up her forearm. She held absolutely still, apparently afraid she'd upset him.
And she was, she was afraid he'd get angry if she moved, or even worse, that he'd stop and pretend nothing ever happened. She chewed her lip anxiously as his fingers drifted across her arm so lightly it surprised her, and up to her shoulder. They took the time to trace a circle over her shoulder cap before he lifted them to her hair, tugging at the tip delicately, then gently grabbing her ear lobe. She gasps quietly as his finger massaged them subtly. His eyes were locked onto hers and she couldn't move even if she wanted to.
He dropped his hand from her ear back down to her neck, stroking it only once before tracing her collar bones, tickling them for a moment and then finally, as if he'd had his fill, dropping his hand back down to the bed.
She finally released her breath. She didn't know what to say. He'd done things before that surprised her. Once or twice he's brushed a hand over her cheek, or lifted her chin to make her bring her gaze to him. Things that made her hopefully, but this was different. Exploratory, like he wanted more and it made her absolutely fervent to continue.
He gazed down at her before breathing her name quietly, getting ready to explain before she sat up. It surprised him, made his head feel cloudy. She was sitting strait up now, even closer to him than before, and so meager he wondered if she was really the Sakura he knew, she brought a hand up and wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck. She meekly slid closer, putting the other one on the opposite side, and then did something so surprising he froze. Literally stiffened immediately. She laid her head against his chest. It was almost, literally as close as she could get, to embracing him. Her right arm slid further behind him as she bent the crook of her arm around his neck, her fingers rubbing over his back.
He had not been embraced since he was a child. Surely she had to know this type of affection was not possible for him to grasp. He was attracted to her, but this wasn't a motion that was done by someone who is attracted, this is a sentimental motion. This is a touching movement and he wasn't sure how to cope with it.
And then he heard her speak, and it was perhaps his undoing. Her voice was muffled beneath his clothes. "I'm sorry."
He looked down at the crown of her head. "What for?"
She laughed into his shirt, but it wasn't a jolly laugh, it was tinted with sadness or maybe that was embarrassment, he wasn't certain. "For being a silly girl. For doing this. I know you don't want to."
He gazed down at her for a moment. She was offering him something he wasn't sure was supposed to be offered so soon. She was offering him the chance to back out. He sighed, watching the stray strands of her hair wave as he did. Slowly he dropped his chin to her head, resting it there. "I'm the one who makes the decisions Sakura, you don't speak for me." He informed her, his voice slightly harsh, but she didn't move from his chest. Instead he noticed that she was removing her hand from his neck and unzipping his vest. He breathed in sharply enjoying her fingers sliding against his skin, though it was covered with wrappings. "What are you doing?" He asked her dumbly.
Her blush was barely concealed by her pink hair. "Making you more comfortable. It feels weird that you're in full uniform while I'm barely clothed." He tilted his head slightly upward, breathing out deeply trying to convince himself that he was not going to take what was precious from her. He was not going to take advantage of a young girls feelings.
Nevertheless he allowed her to slip the vest off of his shoulders, feeling chills up his spine as her hands hit the bare skin at his lower shoulders. He didn't move as she began to fold his bindings. He had to pace his breathing and it made him feel childish, like a love sick fool.
It had been a long time since Itachi had had a women in his arms He usually didn't feel the need for such a things. Physical attraction only got in the way of important things. However, he couldn't deny that he wanted to take that back just this once. But he wasn't sure how she'd handle it. He didn't want to upset her, to take her before she was truly ready. Was she really ready to feel a man?
When she finally reached his skin beneath the layers of bindings he literally had to stop himself from groaning as he allowed her to continue. He soaked in the feeling of her fingers outlining the curves of his muscles, hissing as she let her finger nails scratched across them just hard enough to make him shiver.
He couldn't wait any longer, he shifted back, putting his hands under her arms and pulling her into his lap. She blushed, suddenly modest, as she tried to wiggle into a ball. He grinned a faint grin and leaned down, placing his lips on her shoulder. She moaned lightly. A very soft moan, almost not there, but it made his stomach hot. He placed one more kiss on her shoulder before moving slightly higher and opening his mouth a bit more. He breathed out to control himself, before her placed his teeth on the muscles just before her neck, and nibbled lightly. As she began to breath hard and her nails dug into his arm, he allowed himself to put more pressure into the bite, and it felt so good to tear into her he almost lost himself completely, but then, he realized what he was doing and pulled back. He looked up at her, red cheeked, wet lips and dazed face he felt himself pulling back even farther. Closing his eyes to will the temptation away, he slid his arm under her knees, her other around her shoulders and placed her back into bed.
She looked up at him with big sad eyes and he could only give her his heavy blank gaze in return. "Don't worry. We'll continue later," He gave her a weak smile and turned to leave, "Good night Sakura." He said and fled out the door. Once back in the safety of his room he placed a hand to his head, massaging his temples. How could he have let it go that far? She was a team mate, what difference did it make that she was a woman? Why did he have to do something like that. To complicate things with a physical relationship. And now she'd always thing that he didn't take her tonight because she wasn't' good enough. He groaned. You're an idiot. He curly informed himself, shaking his head.
Why would he give into temptation now? For two years he's been around her and he usually doesn't give into the fascination he seemed to have developed for her. It wasn't that he was fond of her, it was that she had grown on him. So why did he feel like he had to mark her. To make her his?
He doubled over, sitting against the wall, simply sitting there, waiting on the knock on his door that never came. Why should he care if she came or not? Why should he care about her at all for that matter? She was simply their medic. His student of sorts. Why care for this girl now?
