I truly didn't want to interrupt, but "I've got to—"

My foot, under the table, felt the weight of ten buildings. In fact, I wasn't sure I still had toes.

"Piss later," Sakura said.

Mai continued on not stopping.

The pain in my foot became unbearable. I winced and cried out, "My toes —"

"I'll heal them, after."

This woman was terrifying! How did she know exactly what I needed? True love, people. Only true love.

"Do you, Shisui Uchiha, take Sakura Haruno to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Mia asked.

To a woman who knew my very needs before I had voiced them. Who looked like the blossoms of the coming summer. Who looked like she was both ready to devastate me with her lips and kill me with her eyes?

"I do."

Mia blinked.

Sakura's lips opened in surprise, her glare dissipating.

Oh, did she really not think I'd agree to it; after all the times I told her that I didn't lie?

Mia cleared her throat and recovered quickly. She turned to Sakura. "Do you, Sakura Haruno, take Shisui Uchiha to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Sakura bit her lip. Ah ha, see, she was the one with doubts!

I reached over and gave her hand a squeeze, "You don't need to commit your life away; you're still young; you've time; you've—"

Her gaze hardened with determination as she met my eyes. She then turned to Mia. "I do."

My mouth dried up, words falling back into my throat. She what?

"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride."

I blinked at Sakura.

Sakura blinked at Mia.

Mia cleared her throat.

Sakura turned to me and met my gaze. Err. Well, I guess she resolved her inner conflict. Her green eyes glistened in the bar, cheeks rosy. She was beautiful.

Mia cleared her throat again, and this time I got kicked in the shin by the officiant.

Hey! Well, woops. I closed my mouth, heart thrumming against my cavity like a hummingbird's wings. What was I supposed to be doing?

"You may now kiss the bride."

That jogged my memory. I leaned towards Sakura. "Does the bride want to be kissed?"

Her lips twisted up in a smirk. "Yes."

I leaned further over the table. This was now awkward and I still had to pee but at least my foot was free. I slid the beers out of the way and pressed my lips to her right cheek.

I pulled away and turned to Mia. "Do we need to sign paperwork?"

My shoulder was gripped, as was my cheek. I was then dragged across the table, practically falling into my lady's lap, and she held my head firm as she kissed me upon my lips. In public! PDA! This woman, she was getting more than just my heart rate up. I felt faint. I at least no longer needed to pee. I tried to gasp for breath.

But instead her tongue must have gotten the twitches as it dived directly into my own mouth. I barely had time to close my teeth. My eyes opened, very confused. What the hell? What was I supposed to do with this?

Her eyes were open as well, brows quirked in confusion.

I tried to ask, but her tongue took my opening to continue to press the advantage. And well. My tongue, though unsure of the new resident, was soon acclimated to its stroking presence enough to stroke back. She's lucky I didn't chomp, honest. I was very tempted to do so, when said visitor retracted back into its lair and I wished for it to stay.

She bit my bottom lip upon final departure. Then she turned to Mia, a faint rosiness to her cheeks. "Now we sign paperwork."

"We could kiss again, third time's a charm."

Sakura leaned back her pretty pink head and laughed as she patted my cheek.

Mia too.

But a pen was pressed to my hand. "Paperwork time, love birds."

I only had to fill out a single sheet, but hell, if Itachi felt like this all the time, no wonder he was tying up his lovers. I felt the itch to rip the thing in half.

But then it was over. Mia pulled the paper away, signed and then dated. I reached for the beer glass, only for it to be dragged away.

"Honeymoon," Sakura said with a tease.

With that, I was teleported. At the time, I wasn't quite sure where too, nor did I care.

For in the darkness, my hands were grabbed and pressed exactly where she wanted them. To be honest, I would have found those spots myself for they were soft and I would have squeezed without her orders, and would have squeezed them again had they elicited such a gaspy reaction. But I might have asked if she was ok first. At least with her directions, there was no room left to doubt what the gasp meant. If it were painful, which I hoped not as that was Itachi's territory, she was enjoying it.

Clothes were falling off, almost on their own, because I was pretty much just squeezing this and that — so I had nothing to do with it. And then, her bare skin, raw to my touch as I pressed her against a wall. Hell, I'm not sure I had half my mind, but even with a quarter of it.

"Are you sure about the wall?" I asked. "Wouldn't you rather a bed? Something soft against your back?"

She grabbed my hands, the touching stopped, and then she started laughing, laughing so hard cute little snorts came from her mouth like Ton-Ton. Her hands left mine and she grabbed my jaw and pulled me to a kiss. Her wet visitor returned to see me, but for just a split second tease. Must have been picking up a cup of sugar.

Her hot breath tickled my throat.

"Well Mr. Shinobi, nothing is stopping you."

Stopping me from what? It took a moment. Bed, yes, bed. Cough. I moved off to the side, but she did not follow.

Well, there wasn't a point if she wasn't going. This thing required two.

I leaned back in, breathed in the smell of vanilla in her hair. "You coming?" I asked.

She placed both hands on top of my shoulders. "It's tradition for the husband to carry."

Needing no further direction, I picked her up. Hands upon her thighs and ass. Her body then blocked the small view I had of seeing things at night. Not just any part of her body, her pert and soft breasts completely surrounded my head. Oh no, that was just at first, she started to rub and Oh — Oh — I got this. She wanted a bite or nibble or what not.

She groaned in response. "See," she whispered, "You figured that out all on your own. What a good boy," She stroked my head and hair, her nails soft against my scalp.

I could be a good boy all day. But this position, infinitely complicated matters. Finding the bed became an S class mission, with time restrictions. For my view was blocked, her hands were making their way down my back, and at that point, well, I tripped.

In the morning I would find it to be a chest at the foot of the bed. But we at least did find the bed. Turned out it was behind us the entire time. Just shit lighting as her blinds had been closed, and I'd been heading off in the wrong direction earlier. That was why she hadn't followed.

But the tripping came with its own consequences. I practically smashed her with my weight and swallowed her with my mouth which I then promptly gagged as her knee crushed my nethers. I might have died had she not been so quick to heal.

"Do you like that?" she asked, her voice far lower in register and gaspy than I'd ever heard it.

"Being healed, yes that had been painfu—" and then she started to do more than just heal. Her hand now touching. Chakra healing didn't require touch, or the rubbing or — Cough. Well, this definitely wasn't a traditional doctor's office visit. I'd go a lot more often if so.

But as she shifted under me, hands guiding placement, I realized that from some sheer chance of fate - I'd become the luckiest man in the world.

The bed had been a good choice though. Kudos to me. It was bouncy and judging by the sounds she emitted at each rebound, and the praise of good boys that followed after our joint quivering, well, she thought it was the right choice too.