Itachi did not like being caught off guard. Usually he could sense Sasuke's presence the moment he entered the compound but he had been terribly distracted. Very, very distracted.

Even now, finding himself in an incredibly uncomfortable and confusing situation, he was still distracted. He couldn't get the feeling of Sakura out of his head. The slickness of her sex – God, he didn't know women got that wet. She was practically dripping! And the way she writhed and groaned and melted at his exploratory touch. He had just been testing the waters, gauging her reactions. And what glorious reactions they were.

And the image of her sucking on his finger would be forever burned into his memory. He didn't know such a thing could be so alluring, so enticing, but God he wanted to fold himself up in her and get lost.

"I'm so sorry, Sasuke," he heard Sakura say pleadingly. "I thought you were with Naruto."

"I was," he said, sniffing the air with disdain. "We, uh… We had a little disagreement."

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked. Even in his hormone driven stupor, Itachi had the frame of mind to give her an incredulous look.

"Ew, no," Sasuke said. "I'll just… I'll just come back later."

"Where are you going?"

"Let him go, Sakura," Itachi said, finally getting a tighter grip on his sanity. He could only imagine how uncomfortable Sasuke was. He certainly would not have enjoyed walking in on his brother in a similar situation with Naruto.

"But he's—"

She was cut off by the sound of the front door slamming behind Sasuke. Itachi bent down and scooped Sakura's dress off the floor and took her hand in his. "Come on," he said. "Let's go to my room."

"But…"

He paused, waiting for her to say something else, but she remained silent.

"But what?" he asked. "Would you like me to take you home?"

"What?" she snapped. "No. I just— That was kind of weird."

"Yeah," he agreed. "It was. But he's gone now."

"Aren't you worried about him?"

"He'll be fine."

"How do you know?"

Itachi sighed and rubbed his temple impatiently. "Whatever is wrong with him can wait," he said. "It would only make things awkward for him to have stayed to talk about it."

"You're right," she said with more sass than Itachi wanted to hear. "I'm sorry. I got you turned on so I can't stop now, right?"

"You can stop whenever you want to," he said tensely because it seemed like she said that sarcastically, which annoyed him. "And for the record, I got you turned on."

"Wow, you're irritable when you're horny."

Well he was certainly irritable now, horny or not.

"You're not wrong, though," she said. "You're pretty good for someone who's never done this before."

"I could say the same to you."

"Well I'm no stranger to my own body."

"Pardon?"

"I mean I know how to get myself off," she said with absolutely no trace of embarrassment. And maybe that was how it should be, but he couldn't imagine speaking so frankly about masturbation. He had only done it once before – he certainly wouldn't call himself experienced at it.

And he'd felt disgusted with himself immediately afterwards, guilty even.

But the idea of Sakura masturbating… Well, he didn't find that so disgusting. In fact, he was intrigued.

"Show me," he said.

"Pardon?"

"Show me what you do to yourself," he said. "I want to see."

The confident Sakura who claimed to be an expert at self-pleasure withered before him, blushing and looking bashfully down at her feet. Itachi couldn't resist smiling, amused by her one eighty.

But to his surprise, she didn't protest.

"Okay," she said. "I'll show you."

Itachi's heart began hammering in his chest because that sounded incredibly intimate and erotic. He took her hand and led her to his bedroom, trying hard not to show how nervous he felt. It seemed strange that he would still feel so nervous about this. Sakura hardly seemed bothered at all. If their roles were reversed here, would he masturbate for her if she asked him to? He couldn't imagine doing that in front of her.

But Sakura wasted no time taking off his shirt and situating herself on his bed. It was the first time he could recall her ever being in his bedroom and it seemed so much smaller with her in it. She was so pink compared to the blacks and navies he had chosen to decorate with. And she looked so small on his bed, but something about seeing her there, nearly naked and looking at him like he was the best thing she'd ever laid eyes on made his heart swell in his chest.

"Usually I light some candles," she said with a shy smile. "And I have a vibrator at home, too, so I suppose this won't be entirely accurate."

He wanted to ask about the vibrator, because that was definitely interesting. How often did she use it? How did she use it? Was it an integral part of her pleasure? Was he going to let her down by not being able to vibrate himself?

But he lost focus while she began rubbing herself with straightened fingers. He inched closer to the foot of the bed, watching with rapt attention as she stroked her slender fingers over her soaked panties. Her breath became short and somewhat labored and she quickened her pace, circling her fingers, pressing them against herself and then circling them again.

She pulled the fabric to the side, exposing herself to him in a way she never had before. Itachi had never seen a vagina before and so he wasn't sure what they were supposed to look like, but he found himself vaguely confused because it wasn't at all what he had expected.

He didn't have too much time to process that confusion because watching Sakura slip two fingers into herself sent any of the blood that was left in his brain straight down to his cock, which was now throbbing uncomfortably against his pants. She pumped them in and out, groaning and rocking into her hand.

He chanced a look up at her face – the first one since they'd entered the room, and found her eyes locked onto his. She moaned and bit her lip, arching backward and bringing her free hand up to her breast and giving it a rough squeeze. She released her breast and raked her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face.

"Sakura," he rasped.

He watched her slow her pace down, slower and slower until she was completely still. "Yes?" she asked, panting slightly.

"What do you think about?" he asked. "When you're touching yourself?"

"You," she answered without missing a beat.

Itachi didn't quite believe that. If she was experienced enough to have a vibrator and be a self claimed expert, she no doubt had been masturbating long before he came into the picture.

"Really?" he asked, his tone not as dry as he would have liked because he was now watching her return to stroking her clit, which was now exposed and engorged. "Just me? Or us?"

"Us," she said, her eyelids drooping shut before she fluttered them back again to look at him.

"What do we do?"

"You want to hear my dirty sex fantasies?" she asked with a tone that indicated that she knew he did.

He nodded.

"Tell me yours first," she demanded. She let out a high-pitched moan, apparently having touched herself in a particularly sensitive place. Itachi was itching to touch her now, to elicit those noises from her with his own fingers.

"I don't have any," he said. It was a lie.

"That's ridiculous," she said, slipping two fingers back inside herself with a pleasured groan. "What do you think about when you're jerking off?"

"I've only done it once," he answered, knowing that she would not believe that. "And I thought about you."

She stopped, freezing with her fingers still sheathed inside her. "Really? Just once? When?"

He sat down next to her on the bed. He could smell her, could see her wetness on his sheets. "After I helped you clean your room," he said. "You went out partying with Ino and I came back here and sat where you are now and masturbated."

That wasn't so bad, he thought. He could talk about sordid things like that. At least with Sakura, he could.

"What was I doing to you?" she asked, eyes wide with curiosity. "What were you thinking about?"

"I wasn't, umm, imagining you so much as remembering you," he said, a little flustered because this was an entirely new thing for him. "You had straddled one of my legs in your bedroom and I could feel how hot and wet you were. I couldn't stop thinking about it."

She rose up to her knees, inching toward him and then positioning herself over his thigh. "Like this?" she asked.

He couldn't answer, but Sakura was smiling so he supposed she knew what she was doing to him. Reverently, he ran his hands over her legs and up to her hips and then gripped her hipbones tightly and shoved her down into him roughly. She cried out and threw her head back.

"Itachi," she groaned, settling her hands on his shoulders and grinding down on his leg. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"I…"

"Tell me," she repeated. She was now sliding herself up and down the length of his thigh, spreading her moisture all over him in a way he should have found gross but actually found incredibly hot.

"I don't know," he said, because he really didn't know. She could keep doing this all night and it would probably do the trick.

"Take your pants off," she commanded. Her bossiness was amusing, but he couldn't spare the mental energy to tease her about it so he just did as she instructed, taking off his undergarments, too, so that he was completely naked.

Itachi hadn't seen many other men naked before, so he didn't know if there was something unusual about his cock. The way Sakura was gawking at him made him feel incredibly insecure. Surely she had seen many of them before in her line of work. Was his weird looking? Was it too small?

"Sakura?"

She blinked rapidly and looked away from his crotch. "Sorry," she said, a redder blush than he had ever seen on her dusting her cheeks. "I just… There's no way that will fit inside me. Who knew that shy, sexually frustrated Itachi would be packing that impressive piece?"

It was Itachi's turn to blush, then, and there were just too many things about that sentence to be able to focus on just one.

She reached out and touched his cock tentatively with the tip of her finger. It twitched and she giggled before stroking the pad of her finger down its length.

"Don't act like you've never seen one before," he said, mostly joking.

"I've never seen one in action," she said, circling her fingers around his girth and giving him a gentle squeeze. He contorted his face and suppressed a groan and the urge to buck into her hand. "And I've never had to… milk one."

If he'd been feeling a little less aroused he might have laughed. All he could manage properly was a wide-eyed smile in her direction.

"What did you do?" she asked, still gripping him, not too tightly. "When you were remembering me. Show me how to do it."

If her hand wasn't already around his cock he might have protested. He wasn't nearly as bold as she was and it seemed like a highly inappropriate thing to do in front of a lady.

However, this particular lady was licking her lips as she cocked her head curiously and studied his somehow very intriguing genitals. And he supposed he could understand her curiosity because she was sitting with her legs crossed and having discarded her panties, there was a certain part of her anatomy that was quite thrillingly exposed to him.

He was torn between wanting to explore her, to touch all of those folds, that engorged swell that seemed to bring her so much pleasure to touch, and wanting to curl his fingers around hers and stroke himself with her slender hand.

She gave him another squeeze, harder this time. He bit back a wince because he was so painfully hard that it kind of hurt.

"I'm sorry," she squealed, and she might have pulled her hand away if Itachi hadn't placed his hand over hers and held it there.

"It's okay," he said, "Not so hard." And whatever embarrassment he felt about jerking it in front a pretty lady flew out the window. He used her hand to pump himself, marveling at how smooth the skin of her palm was compared to his. If just her hand felt this soft, what would other parts of her feel like?

He let his eyes fall shut and groaned. It was a more wanton sound than he had ever made before and he thought briefly that he would wake up at any moment because surely this was a dream. How could anything feel this good?

Feeling dangerously close to coming undone, Itachi slowed down his pace and opened his eyes. Sakura, hand still wrapped around him, was looking into his face with wide eyes that likely mirrored his.

"Does that feel good?" she asked. Laughable that she'd even need to ask. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her hard, clinging to her face with trembling hands. She fervently responded to his urgency. She wriggled down into his lap, pressing her wetness against his cock. They both responded immediately to the contact, gasping into each other's mouths.

She moaned his name and Itachi never imagined his name could sound so sweet, so hot. Their kisses slowed down, but remained heated. He could feel their skin in all the places it touched – nearly everywhere. It was fire, electricity.

She reached her hand down between them and gripped his cock again, now wet with her slickness.

He paused. She paused, looking at him with concerned eyes. "Can I?" she asked, and he knew what she was asking for and he'd already resigned himself to giving her anything she asked for. But somehow, in his pleasure-fogged mind he still realized that they were on the edge of a precipice now – one that would definitely change things for them.

His hand fell to her waist, the curve of her hips. When he didn't answer, she gave him another light squeeze. His eyes fluttered shut, and he didn't want to deny her. He wouldn't deny her this any longer. And he could admit to himself that he wanted it, too. Obviously he did. How could he not?

"Please, Itachi," she begged. "I want you so bad."

He nodded and then kissed her, because he didn't trust himself to speak. Not needing any more encouragement, she positioned herself over him and slowly sank down onto him.

She broke apart their kiss with a sharp moan. If he hadn't been looking at the expression of sheer pleasure on her face he'd have thought she was in pain. She sank down a little farther, screwing her eyes shut.

Her velvety heat swallowed him as she sank all the way down, taking his entire length inside her. Itachi bit back a groan and buried his face in her neck, pressing an occasional kiss to her collarbone when the sensations allowed him to.

He could see now why sex was a big deal. There was nothing he could describe the incredible sensation with. No combinations of adjectives could properly explain the pleasure, the pure bliss he felt.

She was perfectly still against him, her hands threaded in his hair, holding his head against her chest. He felt a fluttering of her muscles around his hardness and groaned loudly into her throat. Sakura giggled.

He pulled back to look at her. "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "I just need a second to adjust," she said. "You're so big."

"Does it hurt?"

"A little."

He made a move to pull her off him, gripping her hips tightly. She stopped him with a shake of her head. "Don't," she said. "Just give me a second."

He let go of her and propped himself up on his hands behind his back. He wondered what that felt like for her, to be filled up by him. He watched her face as she adjusted to his size, the fluttering of her eyelashes, the way she bit her lip. After a minute he began to feel her muscles contracting around him again.

She raised her hips toward his chest and then sank back down again, letting out a pleasured groan. Itachi watched while she did this several more times. The sensation was incredible and the urge to buck into her, to flip her over and just pound into her was so strong her thought for a second that he might actually do it. But he was no barbarian and he didn't want to hurt her.

Her pace was agonizingly slow as she circled her hips around him. She seemed to be enjoying herself very much, moaning and arching her back. She tilted her head back, exposing the column of her neck to him. He took the opportunity to kiss her there because that seemed like an appropriate thing to do.

"Itachi," she whispered and grabbed her breast roughly with one hand and gave it a rough squeeze. Taking her cue, Itachi reached out and cupped her breast, brushing his thumb over her pert nipple. She cried out and arched back. Itachi felt the fluttering of her muscles again. Feeling emboldened and extremely turned on, Itachi kissed the valley between her breasts and then the top of one and then took her nipple into his mouth.

He sucked gently and then swirled his tongue around her pebbled skin. She moaned again, bordering on a scream this time and quickened her pace. Her hips rose and fell as she grinded against him, riding him harder and harder with each thrust of her hips.

It was all Itachi could do to cling onto her and enjoy the ride. A hot stab of pleasure was coiling up in his abdomen and his vision began to swirl. Desperately he grabbed her face and kissed her over and over again, swallowing her moans and cries of pleasure.

Her pace became frantic and her cries elevated an octave. She was coming, and though she had done most of the work he felt a surge of masculine pride. Why, he wasn't exactly sure. And he couldn't spend the required brain energy on thinking about it because he was quickly following her.

The contractions of her orgasm were his undoing. A hot eruption of pleasure made him groan and buck wildly into her as she came down from her high, holding him and letting him finish. He ejaculated inside her and for a moment he wondered if she could feel it – if it felt strange to her.

She collapsed on top of him and he held her, shifting them over so he could rest against the headboard. He felt himself soften inside her, but she made no move to remove him. Instead she clung to him like a koala, nuzzling his chest and neck, stroking lazy patterns across his abdomen. She pressed a kiss to his chest, just above his nipple, which hardened when she breathed over it.

"Itachi," she mumbled. He kissed the top of her head.

"Yes?"

"That was fucking awesome."

He smiled and rested his cheek against her hair. It really was.

.

The next morning Itachi awoke with Sakura still curled up on top of his chest. He extricated himself from her grasp with much difficulty. Sakura, while sleeping like a rock, was still harboring little Itachi inside her, and pulling himself free had been quite unpleasant. The resulting deluge was enough to turn his stomach.

But, being the gentleman that he was, Itachi filled a bowl with warm water and laid out a washcloth for her for when she woke up. It didn't seem appropriate to wash her himself while she was asleep and naked, so he would let her handle that on her own. He would have to remember to wash his sheets today.

He went down to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. It felt a little strange knowing that she was in his bedroom sleeping soundly. He usually had his mornings to himself.

As he began chopping ingredients, he wondered what might change in their relationship now. He realized that the timing might have been very poor. It didn't seem like a good idea to sleep with someone on the same night they were told that he would have to marry soon. He had been so hesitant to be intimate with her before for a multitude of reasons, one of which was that he didn't know what these consequences would be. Would everything remain as it was between them? What would be different now?

The front door opened and Itachi turned to find Sasuke looking pretty haggard with dark circles under his eyes and his hair a mess.

"Sasuke, what happened to you?"

Groggily, Sasuke eyed Itachi, his gaze lingering on the plated omelets in his hand. With a roll of his eyes, Itachi extended the plate to his little brother.

"I had a rough night," he answered, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

As Itachi set down a plate in front of him, the sounds of a not-so-stealthy ninja running through the house echoed down the halls. Sakura burst into the kitchen, wide eyed and panicked.

With a shock of possessiveness that he wasn't even aware he had, Itachi noticed that she was wearing his clothes – a navy shirt with the Uchiha emblem on the back and a pair of his black pants that were much too large for her. The Uchiha colors looked good on her, he thought.

"I'm late for my shift at the hospital," she said. "Oh, Sasuke. Good morning."

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence while the two teammates sized each other up.

"I made you breakfast," Itachi said, breaking the tenseness and holding out a plate for her. She might not have remembered, but the first time he cooked for her he had made her omelets. It seemed fitting to make them for her now.

"Sorry, Itachi, I can't stay," she said. "But thank you. That's really sweet. You're really sweet."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and with her red dress tucked under one arm, she made for the front door. "Bye, Itachi," she called from the door. "I'll wash and return your clothes to you."

"Bye, Sakura," he answered, but the door had already shut behind her.

With a twinge of disappointment, Itachi turned back to his brother who was watching him with a raised eyebrow.

"Thank you for breakfast, Itachi," Sasuke said. "That was so sweet of you."

"Knock it off," Itachi snapped, sending a glare in Sasuke's direction.

"She sure seemed in a hurry to get out of here," he mused. "What did you do to her?"

Itachi narrowed his eyes.

"Hey, I'm only joking," Sasuke said. "Give me a break. I stayed out all night so you could be alone with her."

"You didn't have to do that."

"You were fucking her in the kitchen, Itachi."

Itachi rubbed his temples. He could feel a headache coming on. "Yeah, sorry about that," he said. "It won't happen again."

Silence descended on them. Itachi joined Sasuke at the table with the plate he had made for Sakura. They ate in silence for a while, each brother deep in his own thoughts.

"Tell me about the clan ceremony," Sasuke said when he finished his last bite.

"Okay."