Theme: Mature (18 )
Type: Sexual!
This chapter contains quite a lot of sexual tension;
I've finely gotten around to putting in some good ol' groping xDD
You might wanna kick the kiddies (or parents) out xD
(Oddly enough. My little ((perverted)) sister helped me write this chapter. So I dedicate it to her.)
I got my new laptop yesterday. So expect a lot more writings.
Since I have wireless now, I can get a lot more inspiration from different settings.
prepare for some drama in the near future!
Plus, I'd like to know if anyone would like a sex chapter anytime soon.
xDD
I don't have a lot of inspiration for one right now. But if any of my readers has a good idea for the;;
setting, time, what they're doing, or anything like that.
Please go on put it in a review xD And I'll definitely take it into consideration.
Love you all.
Once Itachi and Hikari had finished dinner, Hikari found herself forced into doing the dishes by default. Itachi had said 'Since I did all the cooking. You get to do all the dishes.' His smug attitude was showing as he sat on the creamy white leather couch, watching the late night comedy channel.
Hikari huffed, rinsing the plates and cups under the faucet. 'I'd do the dishes, sure. I'd do them if that bastard wasn't so smug about it!' She growled violently in the back of her mind.
She could hear Itachi chuckling at Dane Cook, which seemed to melt all her anger away. He had a way about him; that whenever, even though it was especially rare, he laughed or even chuckled, she just couldn't help, but smile like a dork. 'Gah! I should be mad at him, not feeling like a school girl in love!' She scolded herself as she placed the now dry plates and cups into the cupboard. She sighed in defeat, not being able to stay angry at the Uchiha for very long. She cleaned off the forks and knives, rinsing them, then drying them and placing them in the drawer.
"I'm gonna go take a bath, Hikari." Itachi spoke loudly as he got up off the couch and headed into the bedroom.
"Okay!" She hollered back, soon following with a sigh. "Gosh, I'm so tired…" She stretched her arms out in front of her with a yawn. "I think I'll turn in early." She mumbled, throwing the dish rag onto the counter and heading into the bedroom. She tossed off her blouse shirt before walking into the master bathroom.
"Excuse me, but I need to brush my teeth and do my face." She announced, not looking at Itachi; whom was relaxing in the large oval shaped ivory white bathtub. He didn't make a sound, just watched her as he leaned his head back.
Hikari squeezed out the mint tasting toothpaste onto her black and green toothbrush, she opened her mouth and slid the long toothbrush inside. Itachi made a small grunting noise which made Hikari stop abruptly and turn her head to stare at him, the toothbrush still in her mouth. Itachi didn't say anything, instead he just shrugged and looked off to the side. Hikari returned to her chore of brushing her teeth. She moved the toothbrush again and Itachi, once again, grunted faintly. Hikari, again, stared at him in confusion.
"Are you in pain or something?" Hikari asked, though it was almost in auto able because of the toothbrush.
Itachi shook his head 'no', a very light smirk on his lips.
"Then what?" She cocked a brow.
He shrugged again, so she huffed and went back to her brushing.
There was a silence as Hikari finished brushing and spit the foamy toothpaste into the sink.
"Aww… It would have been better if you would of swallowed." Itachi suddenly spoke up, leaning his head back.
"You aren't suppose to swallow toothpaste." Hikari gave him a 'crazy' look.
Itachi smirked, "Too bad. I would have liked that. It would of reminded me of…" He trailed off and dunked under the water just as Hikari threw her toothbrush at his head.
"Bastard…" She hissed with a bright cherry blush on her cheeks.
Hikari fumed, spun around on her heel, and went for the exit; only to trip over Itachi thrown garments. Itachi, of course, came up for air when he heard the vibrations of a thump. He smirked, oddly triumphant, as he watched Hikari get to her feet and glare angrily; picking up his clothes and throwing them into the hamper. "Geesh! Pick up your own stuff, Uchiha!" She bristled like a pissed pussycat. Her attitude only seemed to perk Itachi's arousal.
"Hikari…" Itachi purred persuasively as he leaned over the edge of the tub, water dripping from his jet black hair onto the floor tiles below. Hikari's body tensed, feeling trapped just from the tone of his voice. Bit by bit she twisted her head towards his direction, "Y-Yes?"
"Will you please… Help me with my hair?" He curled a moist strand around his slender finger.
She bit her tongue, fearing she might say something to the effect of; 'I'd do more then that..', thankfully she didn't. Instead, she played it cool; rolling her eyes and nodding her head.
"Great. Now, strip and hop in." He smiled almost, just almost, childlike.
It took Hikari less then a second to reject his offer, "Wash your own damn hair." With that remark, she spun on her heel and shuffled towards the door.
Only, Itachi wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. So he stopped her in her tracks, by sending a distanced and perfectly aimed splash. The warm and suddenly splash completely stunned her in the doorway. Itachi took the opportunity to climb out of the tub, waltz over to Hikari, grab her by her right wrist, pull her out of the doorway, and pin her back against the sink.
Quickly she took in a sharp breath as she felt Itachi's hardened body pressed firmly against her small frame. His hands were placed on either side of her hips, gripping the edge of the sink securely. "Come on, Itachi. You're just getting me wetter." She squirmed with the intent of escaping. "I believe I like the sound of that…" He purred, dipping his head close to her ear. "Knock it off!" Hikari whined, pressing her hands weakly against his bare wet chest, in an effort to push him away.
"Not until you get in the bath with me." He growled possessively, his mouth brushing against her ear. Her body felt frail next to his as he reached down and seized her wrists, pulling her seductively as he walked backwards, though Hikari was squirming with every step.
Unfortunately for Itachi, one of Hikari's hairbrushes had fallen from a shelf and landed right behind him. He never saw it coming as he stumbled over the pointy bristles with a yelp like a kicked pup. Hikari, taking this opportunity as her only one, pressed her hands firmly against Itachi's chest and gave him a hard shove back into the tub; splashing water everywhere.
As Itachi spit out some soapy water, he held an annoyed look. Hikari suppressed her smile as she dropped to her knees beside the tub and motioned for Itachi to turn around so his back faced her. Itachi, with a very small pouting huff, twisted around so he faced away from her and his back rested against the tub.
She reached over, snatching up the pink bottle of strawberry shampoo. "No, don't use that…" He mumbled. "Why not? I use it." She smiled as she squeezed some out onto the palm of her hand. Itachi went silent as she rubbed her hands together, causing a foamy berry substance. She then tangled her slender fingers in his long silky hair, scrubbing his scalp and very gently twisting his hair around her fingers.
She slid her hands out of his hair and slowly down his chest, brushing her finger tips tenderly over his hardened nipples. Her sudden actions caught Itachi slightly off guard as he tried to ignore the sensation running down his spine. He bit his bottom lip intensely as her hands roamed back up his chest; stopping briefly to twirl around his right nipple. While her left thumb and index finger suddenly squeezed his left nipple causing him to clench his fists. "Hikari…" He breathed, her name almost rolling off his tongue as a moan.
The sneaky girl seemed actually pleasured by Itachi being almost powerless before her.
Swiftly, Hikari's hands began to descend from Itachi's chest to his mid-section. Itachi couldn't take anymore pleasurable torture. He reached around with his right hand, grabbed Hikari's right bra strap and yanked her head over heels into the cooling water. She gasped as she came up, her bra pulled up to expose her soft dainty breasts. Upon realizing she was exposed, she went to pull down her drenched bra, but Itachi put that idea to a halt.
Itachi caught both her wrists in his right hand; with a dirty, mischievous smirk on his hungry lips. He held the squirming girl tightly as he brushed his left fingers under her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his; he pressed his lips to hers in a tantalizing kiss.
Hikari made a little moan as she felt Itachi's tongue sliding across her bottom lip. By now, he felt he could trust her enough not to try and escape, so he released her wrists and let his hands wander to her breasts. Hikari squeaked shyly, feeling his hands groping her breasts. She placed her hands gently on his shoulders. Itachi took her by the hips and pulled her onto his lap; his legs crossed Indian style. His right hand caressed her bottom very faintly before he shoved her hard against his body; his hips shifting just lightly under her. The sudden movements earned a moan from Hikari as she draped her arms around his neck.
He bowed his head down to her neck, kissing along her neck and shoulder; sucking teasingly once in awhile.
The mutual pleasure was short lived.
Itachi had forgotten to rinse the shampoo from his silky locks, and unfortunately for him; the shampoo slid down some strands and right into his eyes.
He hissed a low curse word all the sudden; scaring Hikari straight for a moment.
"W-What's wrong?" Hikari stared in confusion, still placed on his lap.
"The shampoo." He growled, wiping furiously at his eyes using his fists.
"Idiot! Don't wipe like that!" Hikari scolded, removing herself quickly from his lap and grabbing the showering hose. "Come here…" She guided him with her free hand to where she was in the tub.
Very gently, she turned the hose to 'mist' and tilted his head back, washing away the soap from his stinging eyes. She then proceeded to finish rinsing his hair, making sure she got all the shampoo out.
"There. Silly." She giggled as she put the hose back. Itachi still, slightly afraid, didn't open his eyes. Hikari took the chance to push down her sopping-wet bra and climb from the tub. By the time Itachi opened his eyes, she had tossed her wet clothes into the hamper and skittered out of the room.
Itachi let out a sigh of dissatisfaction as he hoisted himself out of the bathtub, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. He then bent over the tub and let the water drain out.
Turning, he proceeded out of the bathroom. Hikari was over at the dresser, sliding on her long night shirt. Itachi noticed it was one of his work shirts that he wore to the office on occasion. He rolled his eyes, secretly enjoying that she loved wearing his clothes. He let the towel drop to the floor beside the bed before gliding under the soft satin sheets. They felt so comfortable against his bare body.
"Eh? You're sleeping nakie?" Hikari tilted her head to the side as she approached the bed.
Itachi raised a brow before closing his eyes. "Is that a problem?"
Hikari shook her head, slightly over-enthusiastic. "Nope!"
She then slid under the covers next to him, his arms were crossed behind his head, so she wrapped her arms around his mid-section, and laid her head on his chest.
"Nothing better poke me during the night, Itachi." She warned, fighting off a yawn.
He smirked, "Of course, darling."
"I love you, Itchy." She mumbled softly, adding her personal nickname.
"I love you too, Hika." He yawned before the exhausted man fell into a deep slumber.