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The Sixty-Third Hour: Wild
If it was one thing she found out about Uchiha Itachi, it would be this: he was not as polite as everyone thought.
For one thing, she did not expect him to just push her up against the magically-reappeared cross against her will.
For another, she did not expect him to slam his mouth over hers in a carnivorous sort of way.
Their previous kisses had been heated, definitely, but they were gentle, tender, and so unlike the wild kiss she was unwillingly receiving at the moment.
He moaned softly against her lips.
Scratch that: willingly receiving.
The Sixty-Fourth Hour: Limited
He kissed her like there was no tomorrow, because to them, there would be no tomorrow. They would not see each other for a very, very long time, if they were to ever see each other at all that is.
But he would make sure they do meet, he reassures himself. The Akatsuki is after the tailed beasts, and Konoha holds possession over the nine-tailed fox. They would surely meet again. And when that time comes, he will cast another "spell" over them so that they could spend "seventy-two hours" together again.
She sighs pleasantly into their kiss, and he wraps his arms around her.
Their time is limited, so he will make the most out of it.
The Sixty-Fifth Hour: God
She breaks out of the kiss, gasping for air. He lets her, but before she can completely regain her composure, he captures her lips again in another heated kiss.
She didn't know what to focus on: the sounds of their lips brushing against each other, the feeling of his lips caressing her, or the shivers his hands were sending all over her body. She was unconditionally lost in him.
He was really good at this, she thinks. She vaguely wonders where in the world he had learned all of this, but she has no time to indulge the thought too deeply because his tongue lashes out and licks her lower lip.
She gasps, but because she knows it was bound for a cliché, she makes sure her mouth is closed.
A tad too breathlessly, she murmurs, "No tongue."
He purrs at the sound of her voice. And mind you, Uchiha Itachi purrs like a sex god.
Heck, he is a sex god.
The Sixty-Sixth Hour: Boundary
"Let's set up a boundary right now."
He appears to be pouting, and Sakura can't help but think it's kind of cute.
But then she realizes that this is an Uchiha she is talking about and corrects herself. He looks sexy.
"No tongue."
He stares at her as if she is crazy.
"No touchy-touchy."
The hand resting at her waist tightens in a protective manner, but also in warning that he was not going to let go any time soon.
"Okay, no touchy-touchy under the clothes."
Before he could retort with something slick, she elaborates. "And no touchy-touchy anywhere near…areas that are off-limit."
"Which are?" He arches an eyebrow teasingly, which if possible, only adds to his appeal.
See, Sakura was a medic, so under normal circumstances, she could name all the private areas with ease. But this was not a normal circumstance; she was trapped in a criminal's Tsukuyomi and making out with said criminal.
She blushes, because she cannot bring herself to say the words in front of this man.
"Sakura." She shudders at the sound of her name rolling off his tongue. (He definitely noticed! He definitely did!) "You said it so easily before. Why can't you say it now?" He starts leaning in, encompassing her in his arms.
"That was when you weren't here physically! We were playing hide-and-seek," she squeaks out, trying to push him away. She was so frustrated when she found she couldn't.
"I was always here," he whispers huskily beside her ear, "watching your every move."
She could have fainted right there.
The Sixty-Seventh Hour: Laugh
"If you don't say it, I'm not going to follow your little boundary rules," he teases, bringing a hand up to the back of her head. He started combing through her short petal locks. He realizes that it's not the softest he's ever seen. It was proof that she didn't care about her appearance, and although he should have been disappointed by the roughness of it, he found that it only added to her charm. She was a shinobi. Caring about appearances is the last thing that should be on a shinobi's mind, and he respected her for thinking that way.
She shivers a little, but she is far from cold. In the arms of this rather bipolar man, she is warm –scorching hot even.
Her chest is pressed right up against his, and although she can't feel his heartbeat, he can feel her erratic one. "Ch-chest," she mumbles.
"What was that?"
"Chest!" She didn't know why she was so nervous. "Chest" wasn't an embarrassing word at all, yet in front of this man, everything seemed embarrassing.
"That's all? That's quite a short list. Are you sure you don't want to add anything else?" The hand that wasn't in her hair slowly etched down her back, getting threateningly close to-
"Don't touch there," she cried, body tensing up even more.
"There? Where?" He continued trailing downward.
She suddenly found the courage to pull away, and did so at a shocking speed. She slapped his hand away from her. "Don't you dare touch my boobs, or my butt, or anything related to my reproductive system!"
He actually laughed.
A/N: Thanks for reading! :D A little late with this one. I'm not going to lie and say that I was too busy to update. I was just lazy. :P I needed to catch up on some anime and manga. (You guys know what I mean!)
Oh, and by the way, I'd like to think that yes, they did kiss for hours...so I'm just gonna go with that.
I'm actually planning out the sequel as I'm uploading this, haha. Next chapter is the end of the Tsukuyomi. There will be an epilogue after that. Looking forward to reading some awesome reviews! Have a great one! ^^