OK so this has to be a quick note. I am a little rushed sorry about any mistakes I'm making. They are being fitted for the festival coming up. Please review.
Kiba held in a growl as yet another pin stabbed him. Were they using senbon or just inexperienced at this. He squirmed a bit as the woman marked the needed measurement. Her moves were delicate and precise as she marked evenly with the aid of chalk and the measuring tape. Anthr woman stabbed him with a pin just inside that measurement before cutting. She cut with pinking shears to make sure the delicate silk fabric does not fray unnecessarily. They did not have time to start cloth was then removed and he growled covering up. The cloth was handed over to the next seamstress. She used nimble hands to sew the seam securely shut, leaving an approximately one-fourth inch seam allowance. Kiba watched as Itachi glared occasionally at the women who had moved to him. He looked as if he would strike them at one point. Gaara remained unfazed thanks to his sand shield the women would not be able to use him for acupuncture. Sakura looked uncomfortable but beautiful as the woman gently repeated the process on her. Never once had they poked her so why the hell did they stab the three of them.
He watched the seamstress turn the kimono inside out and lay flat on a work station. Picking up the pinking shears again she cut the bottom of the kimono and the sleeve length to a half-inch longer than the needed length. Using the measuring tape and chalk to make sure an even cut around the circumference of the bottom and the sleeves she was able to work efficiently on the garment. She continued this process over and over until all the Garments were finished. She looked tired by the end of it and the four were soon walking out of the fitting stiff. Itachi and Kiba felt if they drank water it would easily leak from their bodies. Still it was all worth it if they could see Sakura smile.
"So who's hungry?" Itachi smiled looking back to look at Sakura but she and Kiba were already gone.
"I believe we've been ditched." Gaara flatlined with a twitching eye.
"KIBA!" Sakura laughed as Akamaru landed without a sound. He purposely jeered the pair on his back forcing Kiba to draw Sakura closer protectively. She gasped clutching his shirt so as not to fall. He grinned and bit her ear gently causing her to blush and squeak a moan.
"Relax beautiful I wont drop you." He grinned as his voice brushed her ear causing her to blush and push him away. This motion caused her to slip further off of Akamaru. Kiba gripped her again and gathered her close with an I told you so look.
"So now that I'm fully kidnaped whats the plan?" Sakura asked raising her slender pink brow.
"Well it so happens I have acquired a fully operational kitchen and even went as far as buying ingredients. I figured we could make dinner and disappear for a while. Sound good?" Kiba smiled knowing that this was exactly what she needed. She was getting too much attention something she wasn't completely comfortable with and it was stressing her out. She needed time to unwind and relax. Besides he wanted something edible and it was rumored that Temari was planning to stop by and cook tonight. At the moment they were sitting on Choji's vacant apartment. He had planned this for two days and hoped this would make her feel better. He just wanted to bring that carefree smile again. Besides he had to know if Sai and Shisui had seen the markings of Jashin. She told him about them long before the first revival, and he assured her that she would not lose his friendship over it. If they had seen they had tried undressing her and that would not sit well with the Inuzuka heir.
"So basically you borrowed Choji's apartment, make him go shopping, and expect me to cook." Sakura teased poking his forehead with a laugh.
"You wound me Sakura. Your words cut like a thousand kunai through my very soul." Kiba faked a hurt expression.
"Oh you poor thing I had no idea my words could have such an impact." Sakura played along with a look of remorse. She even managed fake tears.
"I'll let you make it up to me by cooking dinner." Kiba grinned tipping her chin so he could look into her emerald eyes. He was rewarded with a laugh and a nod of her head.
"You win this round." Sakura placed a kiss upon his nose and escaped his arms. The next thing he knew she was slipping over the roof's edge and into an open window. His smirk grew wide as he looked at Akamaru and climbed off his back. "Your on guard duty. I'll have Sakura bring you something when it's ready."
When Kiba slipped into the window he was met with the sight of Sakura pulling her coat off and pulling her hair up to keep it out-of-the-way. She looked beautiful as she stood in the moonlight streaming from a nearby window. She wasn't wearing anything special just a pair of black hakima that rest on her hips, a gray shirt that tied behind the neck and back with black flowers, and a pair of boots that she was now tossing to the front door. Her outfit was not what made him want to touch her, it was her goddess like appearance aided by the moonlight. Her skin looked like ashen silk and glowed with the moonlight's gentle caress. He eyes looked almost forest green. They gave the come to bed look naturally and it caused his mouth to dry. Her hair looked almost silver in the dark. As if it were made of silken moonlight caressed with a light pink. He blinked looking away as he lit a few candles.
"No lights if we want to stay hidden." Kiba explained as she glanced at him. Her skin now gently illuminated. to a golden color that he found just as beautiful. Pushing it away so as not to look like he was staring the Inuzuka heir noticed Sakura was observing him as well. So a tease was in order. "Like what you see?"
"Just trying to figure out what exactly I'm looking at." Sakura teased back covering up the truth as she moved to the fridge to retrieve the food. In truth she was looking him over as well. When she saw him in the dim light she noticed something she had never thought she would. Kiba was a for lack of a better word "Sexy beast". He wore a pair of black cargo pants, and red muscle shirt that showed off his toned abs. She shouldnt help but count the muscles once her eyes met it. His warm sun-kissed skin and nicely built arms looked inviting. His hazel nut hair was tousled naturally highlighting his eyes. Said eyes held an intensity in them that made her unconsciously lick her lips. The golden flakes within his eyes seemed to shift a bit trapping her until he spoke. He ruined it and he didn't even notice it. She wanted to face palm but settled on placing asparagus on the counter with a smile.
Moving to the stove top she set a two-quart sauce pan on the stove half full of water and turned the burner on. Kiba moved to set the table behind her. She trimmed the asparagus humming gently and once the water was boiling she placed the green vegetable in the water lowering the heat so it would simmer. She moved fluidly to ready the chicken. Sliding a pan to the stove she rolled her shoulders. Next she drained the water and place the asparagus in a large bowl. Adding two tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil, two tablespoons of Parmesan cheese and a dash of salt and pepper. Kiba's eyes followed her every movement with pride. She would make a fine wife. She had a way about her that lured him to her in the way only she could. She truly was the only woman he could picture as a worthy alpha for him. The almost comical part of it was she had no idea she had such an effect on him.
Sakura bent over to place the asparagus in the oven to bake an innocent enough move but before he knew it Kiba was behind her. His hands gripped her hips pulling them back towards him. Sakura stood straight quickly and closed her eyes. Kiba cleared his throat and forced himself to release her. It wouldn't do any good to take her when she was clearly not ready. So he made an excuse "I'm going to check on Akamaru. Just thought you wanted to know."
Before she could answer he was gone out the window into the cold his jacket left behind. He needed time to collect himself so that he wouldn't do something to Sakura. That would be counter productive indeed. When Sakura whistled from the window an hour later and handed up Akamaru's food he accepted it with a thanks, and came back in. Sakura was lighting a few candles on the table that was now set with their plates covered so as not to get cold. The dishes were washed, dried, and put away. Kiba looked at her impressed and moved to her side placing a kiss on her cheek. He was sure she would make a perfect mate now. She smiled and sat in her chair which he had pulled out for her. Once he took his seat and uncovered his meal he smirked. Fried chicken, crunchy asparagus, and potatoes fried to a crisp.
"I remembered that you hate chewy foods so I did my best to make you something crispy." Sakura smiled as she watched his mouth slightly open. How did she know that? He had never told anyone about his hate for such foods. Now that he thought about it she had always been careful to serve him crisp foods. He was sure she had done her research, but for how long has she been observing him? His chest filled with pride at that thought.
"You're an amazing woman Sakura. It looks delicious." He assured her. Dinner went smoothly and he was able to get her home and into bed without being noticed. As he turned to leave she stopped him asking him to stay. She explained that it was only fair since Gaara and Itachi had done the same the night before. So he agreed and left to change. The minute her returned he was graced with the sight of Sakura coming out of the bathroom in her own nightgown. She grabbed his hand and brought him to the bed. The two slid in under the blankets facing each other.
"Sakura?" He smiled pulling her to his chest shivering as her hands placed themselves on his chest.
"Yes Kiba?" She looked into his eyes noticing he was about to doze off.
"I'll keep you safe even if you dont pick me. I don't want you to feel pressured. I want you to smile all the time. I will always be here for you." He drew her lips to his kissing them gently lingering and full of everything he felt for her. As they separated he moved to lay on his back. On instinct she lay her head on his chest wrapping her arms around him.
"I'll always smile for you." She promised as she drifted to sleep along with him.