The food made a sizzling sound as it cooked over the fire in the pan. Bacon, eggs, and sausage. It smelled divine to Itachi, who was hovering over the stove trying not to burn anything. It wasn't everyday he made a home-cooked meal for somebody, especially himself. He had a satisfied grin on his face as he watched the food cook to perfection. Hinata would love this, he thought. Well, he hoped she would love it, seeing as he didn't know all that much about her tastes. He intended to learn all he could, and this was his first step in the right direction.

She should be back soon. Itachi found that Hinata liked to wake up early and go out to train before anyone else woke up. The time before everyone started their day was the perfect time to be awake, in Itachi's opinion. He liked to wake up before dawn, himself, and meditate in a quiet meadow; it was a beautiful way to start a day. He hadn't done that in a while, he noticed, making a mental note to do so in the near future. Itachi flipped the bacon, making sure to not burn himself on the popping grease. His mouth was watering from the scent of the bacon, he could almost taste it.

When everything was done, he turned the stove off and put everything on a platter. There was enough food for the both of them to share a nice, peaceful breakfast. He grabbed two plates from the cabinet and set them at the table. The front door opened and Hinata looked surprised to see him in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Itachi." Hinata greeted as her gaze fell to the table of food, a puzzled look overcoming her features.

Itachi pulled a chair out for her, motioning her to sit. She did so rather shyly, her hands falling neatly in her lap as he pushed her in. "Good morning, Hinata. How was your training?"

"It went well. Itachi, what is all this?" She waved a hand at the platter of food. Her stomach grumbled.

"I made breakfast for us. I hope you like what I've prepared." Itachi gave her a warm smile, to which she blushed in reply to. From what Hinata could smell, she assumed she would enjoy it immensely.

"You didn't have to do this, Itachi." Hinata admitted. She hadn't had anyone prepare a meal for her before besides her parents and caretakers when she was a child. It felt rather odd to have a guy cooking for her, and she immediately felt bad that he went through all this trouble over it.

"It wasn't any trouble at all. I wanted to do it for you. It's the least I could do after staying in your home." Itachi spoke honestly, but felt like a meal was not enough to pay her back for her generosity. He wanted to do more for her, but he came up to a brick wall for ideas on how to repay her. Itachi knelt down next to Hinata and she looked at him, causing his heart to soften. He couldn't resist the smile that she provoked in him. Gently, he brushed a lock of her hair back, grazing her cheek with his knuckles. She was a porcelain angel. He wanted her to be his porcelain angel. He just didn't know how to make that possible.

"Would you kiss me, Hinata? Or am I being too bold by asking you for such a thing?" Itachi had to ask her; it felt like he was pushing too much on her by kissing her so often. He couldn't fight his urges though; Itachi liked how she felt on him. He craved it every second of every day.

Hinata shook her head, her eyes closed as she did so and she leaned into his palm. She turned to face him, mesmerized by his demeanor. He was gentle with her; he touched her like a delicate piece of artwork that would break if dropped. Was he scared to be rough with her? Hinata wondered, and hoped that wasn't the case. Everyone treated her with such ease that it made her think nobody wanted to touch her. Itachi stuck a finger under her chin and guided her head up to level with his.

"What is the matter, my angel?" Itachi whispered, looking into both of her eyes.

Again Hinata shook her head but then decided to voice her thoughts instead of keeping them in like she always did.

"Do you…touch me gently like this because you're scared I might…I might break or something?" Hinata's voice was hushed, cracked.

She felt his thumb make small strokes over her cheek.

"Do you not like the way I touch you, Hinata?"

"N-no! That's not it at all! I like it when you touch me…" Hinata felt odd saying those words; it made her blush in embarrassment. "I mean…the way you touch me it…it's like the way everyone else touches me…like they're afraid I might break or something if they're too rough with me. But that's not how I am…"

Understanding showed in Itachi's eyes. He got it. He was all too familiar about being seen as something that he wasn't. He knew what Hinata meant. And he knew how to fix it.

Breakfast forgotten, Itachi stood up and pulled Hinata to her feet. He held her hands and looked her in the eyes, his expression somber.

"Will you let me show you how I feel like you should be touched, Hinata?"

Hinata was confused but the look in his eyes spoke honesty, promise, and understanding. He wanted to show her how he felt she should be touched. What if he wanted to hurt her? Hinata doubted it. If Itachi wanted to hurt her he would have done it days ago. He was grasping her hands in his; she could feel his desires pulsating through his palms, sending vibrations through her body. Silently, she nodded, allowing herself to trust him.

Itachi was satisfied with this answer and quickly made a move toward the bedroom. Hinata pulled back when she realized she had just come from her morning training. She was all sweaty and dirty. "Itachi, I should really shower first…I'm very dirty from training…"

Hinata didn't see the smirk her words brought to his face, and they took a detour. He led her to the bathroom, still holding her hand as he turned the shower on. Hinata grew nervous and tried to leave but he held her firmly, giving her a reassuring look over his shoulder. She bit her lip uncertainly.

"If you let me take a shower I'll be out in two minutes, I prom-"

"Do you trust me?" Itachi said, looking back at her.

She hesitated, unsure of how well she trusted her feelings. He watched her sift through her thoughts, his expression determined. She nodded, but Itachi wanted to hear her say it.

"Say it."

"I…I trust you…" The air in the room had changed and it made Hinata more apprehensive.

"Good." Itachi closed the shower curtain and turned toward Hinata. In a blinding speed, Itachi had the bathroom door closed and Hinata up against it before she knew what was happening. Fear rocked through her body but it was quickly replaced with desire when Itachi placed his mouth atop hers in a fiery passion. He kissed her hungrily, grasping her hips as the bathroom filled up with steam from the shower. Hinata was caught off guard by his actions, causing her to move sloppily in response. When Itachi invaded her mouth with his tongue, Hinata regained her composure and got lost in the sensations he was sending through her body.

The bathroom was beginning to get too hot and Itachi lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it haphazardly to the ground. Hinata didn't have time to marvel at Itachi because he started taking her clothes off next. She became self-conscious, having never shown a man her body.

"Trust me, Hinata." She looked into his eyes and her worries seemed to fade in the background. A feeling developed in her stomach that made her want to listen to him, obey him. She dropped her hands that were covering her torso, allowing him to unzip her sweater and slide it off her shoulders. Her t-shirt came off next, leaving her in her black bra. She stood there, pressed against the door, as Itachi observed her. She felt vulnerable, embarrassed that she was showing this much skin to a man she hardly knew. But then he looked at her with that desire in his eyes.

Hinata felt her legs go weak and she nearly fell, but Itachi caught her with a kiss to her lips. He pressed his pelvis against hers, kissing her deeply, passionately. He slid his pants off while keeping his lips locked on hers, making her forget all her concerns. She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him closer, needing him against her. Hinata's pants came off and the next thing she knew she was no longer touching the floor.

With his hands firmly grasping Hinata's ass, he held her against the door. She locked her legs around his waist, scared she might be too heavy for him. He pulled back and nipped at her neck, letting his teeth graze her satiny smooth skin. A moan touched his ear in a slow breath, causing his dick to twitch against her panties.

Itachi carried Hinata into the shower, placing his feet very carefully in the tub. He made sure both feet were locked on the tub floor before setting Hinata down. Itachi turned his back toward the rush of water, blocking Hinata from the spray. Droplets of water clung to her skin and slid down her chest and arms. The sight of water on Hinata's chest made Itachi's dick solid, and he stroked it a few times. She was beautiful, he wanted to make her feel that. Hinata crossed her arms self-consciously, causing her breasts to push together. A blush crept across her face as she poked the floor with her foot shyly. She didn't know what to do; she had never done this before, Itachi realized. But that was where he came in.

"Do you trust me, Hinata?"

Itachi had asked this already but he needed a solid confirmation that she trusted him. It was his intention to get to know Hinata any way he could. This was just one of the many ways Itachi planned to learn who Hinata really was. Her answer to his question, her final answer, would be the key to opening that door. What he had in mind was something he needed consent for before he went along and did it.

She looked up at him, her bangs covering the tops of her eyes. The fact that he was asking this again made her reconsider her answer. It meant something if he had to ask again. But Hinata decided that she would never be seen differently if she kept giving the safe answer. If she wanted things to change then she had to make them change.

She nodded, despite her insecurities. "Yes."

A/N: This is a two part scene, hopefully only two parts, haha, my mind can escape me and carry on sometimes. This chapter originally had a completely different outline but when I was in the midst of writing it, it took a turn at the breakfast scene and then this happened. I hope it isn't too graphic or vulgar for some of you so let me know how you liked it or disliked it and I will adjust. Thank you for reading!