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She started seeing them everywhere.

Sakura’s fist made contact with the earth, a tremor splitting the training ground open with a crunch.

She effortlessly flipped backwards into a tree as crows scattered into the sky, emerald orbs watching them carefully as they dissolve into black smoke.

She never saw them appear, only noticing as they took flight, having watched her for an unknown amount of time.

Sakura knew who was watching, just not why.

Her old sensei slowly walked over to her, pulling his headband down to cover his sharingan, signaling the end of their spar.

Kakashi whistled his appreciation as he sidesteped the crater, and she hopped down from her perch to join him.

“Never ceases to amaze me.” His eye crinkled with an unseen smile and he clapped a hand on her shoulder as she smirked.

“Yea, and I would have gotten you if you had been two seconds slower!”

Kakashi gave her a soft chuckle and she turned to fall in beside him as he walked back towards the town.

They moved in comfortable silence for a moment as the breeze tangled through her long pink strands.

The silence is broken with his hushed, low tone.

“He’s been watching you, you know.”

Sakura’s heart skipped a beat, emerald orbs darting around the clearing as she kept pace.

“I know…”

“Keep your distance from him, he’s dangerous.”

Sakura swallowed heavily, recalling the small glimpses of the older Uchiha she had seen in the past.

Her eyes rested on Kakashi’s back as she remembered his bedridden state after facing him.

She hummed her understanding as they reached the village. The rest of the walk was silent as she waited for him to ask questions that never came.

They stop at Sakura’s apartment door, and she turned to him as he gives her a gentle smile before placing a hand on her head.

“Catch you tomorrow.”

Sakura smiled at his back as he turned, her cheeks flushed pink as she fixed her hair.

This had become their routine ever since Sasuke left the village.

Sakura and Kakashi’s mutual bond with the rogue ninja had brought them closer in an unexpected way. She was no longer his student, and he, no longer her teacher. Sakura had grown into a strong and reliable woman that Kakashi had begun to depend on.

When they weren’t on missions together, this was how they spent time together.  He would meet her at the training grounds when she was done with her shift at the hospital. They would spar until the arena was unrecognizable and then he would walk her home in comfortable silence as the sun set.

A sudden appearance two weeks ago put a kink in her monotonous life.

Sakura sighed, shaking the blush from her cheeks as she stepped inside her door and kicked her shoes off.

There was an Uchiha in the village, and it wasn’t Sasuke.

She moved into her living room, plopping down into her forest green couch as the sweat from training stuck to her skin.

Naruto hadn't disclosed all the details, only that Itachi’s bounty and crimes had been absolved and he was free to come and go from the leaf as he pleased.

Apparently, the Uchiha had made it her problem.

Her eyes drifted to the window, scanning for any of those damned birds and felt herself relax a little as none were to be seen.

“What the hell does he want with me?”

Sakura had gotten her fill of moody Uchihas after her ex-teammate tried to murder her and wasn’t in the mood to open that can of worms again. Sasuke had left her mind a long time ago after he decided to go on year-long missions outside Konoha that included no communication or apologies to her for everything he had put her through. Thus, Sakura had finally realized her worth and decided to give up on Sasuke for good.

But now there’s another problematic Uchiha in town.

She hoped if she kept trying to ignore the crows with red eyes, the issue would resolve itself. But two weeks later, and here she is.

Sakura’s mind then wandered back to her old teacher, and she hummed happily as she stood and began to undress for her shower.

She will only admit to herself (and Ino) that she had recently developed a small crush on the silver haired man. Whether that be through shared trauma or the past two high-level missions they went on together, she wasn’t quite sure.

But damn, even during the hot springs mission, she still hadn’t seen what’s under that mask!

Her red top fell to the floor and her bottoms followed as she made her way to the shower, lost in thought as she walked into the bathroom.

A black crow jumped from her bedroom windowsill, red eyes gleaming in the night.

oOo

The next day, Sakura walked towards her morning coffee shop when a raven sweep of hair stopped her in her tracks.

Her heart lept in her chest, her first thought being ‘Sasuke’, but soon pitted down into her stomach as the man sitting in the outdoor table turned to face her.

His eyes weren’t red, but Sakura’s gaze instinctively shot to the ground as her pace faultered.

“Haruno, care to join me?”

His voice was velvety and deep, prickling the hairs on the back of her neck as she swallowed thickly.

She cleared her throat and slowly met his gaze, attempting to regain her composure.

His chair had moved silently, and he now sat parallel to the table, facing her with a relaxed pose.

Sakura studied him for a moment, taking in his plain black tee shirt and grey pants.

It honestly shocked her to not see the ex-traitor clad in a black and red cloak.

His pale face and black eyes showed no sign of malice or tension. That just made the way he was eyeing her even weirder.

Sakura wasn’t comfortable with sitting with the mass murderer at 7:45AM, but she was also desperately curious to find out exactly why he had been watching her through crows for the last two weeks, so she took a step forward in agreement.

With a swift movement, the Uchiha kicked a chair out for her and his eyes follow as she gracefully took a seat across the from him.

He reached for his coffee, her eyes following the movement before snapping away.

The silence is choking as he sipped from the cup.

Sakura wrung her hands in her lap, her eyes darting everywhere but the man as she waited.

Seconds of silence felt like minutes, and she could no longer hold her composure.

“The crows??”

Her eyes snapped to the older man as she heard what she believed to be a small chuckle, but upon seeing his expressionless face, decided that she was hearing things.

Itachi sat the cup down, his eyes meeting hers for a split second before focusing behind her shoulder.

“The hokage has asked me to watch the village and keep an eye out for anything suspicious.”

His tone was even and smooth, the opposite of what Sakura was feeling at that moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, do I seem suspicious to you?”

The corner of his mouth curled slightly, and his eyes swept back to hers, holding them hostage in his deep, black abyss.

Sakura felt her pulse quicken in her throat as a flicker of red came and went.

She was trying hard to stay strong, but couldn’t help the knots the formed in her stomach as the Uchiha's gaze pierced into her.

It felt nothing like Sasuke’s.

Itachi held a silent power in his eyes, even when the sharingan wasn’t active. Everyone always said how intelligent and strong he was, but damn, experiencing Itachi Uchiha first-hand was on a whole other level.

Sakura was released from the enchanting gaze as she nervously licked her lips, causing him to follow the movement.

Suddenly remembering she had legs, Sakura shot up from her chair. It wobbled dangerously as she collected her imaginary things and made a move towards the street.

‘That’s it, I’m getting the hell out of here!’ She thought to herself.

“I find you interesting, Haruno.”

She tripped as his voice cut through her racing pulse.

She continued on her way, unwilling to look back or say anything more to the terrifying enigma sitting at the outdoor coffee table.

She quickly ended their interaction, picking up the pace as she made her way as far from him as possible.

oOo

Sakura decided to forget that morning happened.

Until a black crow scared the shit out of her later that night at the hospital window.

…

‘What the hell does that mean???’

oOo

Chapter Text

“He said what?!”

Sakura sighed, slinking down against the bar as the blonde’s mouth fell open with an exaggerated gawf.

She moaned into her arms and Ino waved over the bartender for another round.

Sakura had explained the horrifying encounter to her best friend, hoping for moral support or advice, but the woman was not being helpful in the slightest.

“I knowww…. What do I do?!”

Ino pinched the bridge of her nose with a hum, putting a hand on Sakura’s shoulder as she teetered slightly.

“Idunno… bang him?”

Sakura swatted the hand from her shoulder in a move that made the blonde rock dangerously in her chair.

“Shut up” she hissed, her face burning in mortification and horror.

Ino laughed and steadied herself back against the bar, reaching out to grab her drink from the handsome man behind the counter.

He gave the girls a wink and Sakura groaned,  skinging back into her arms in embarrassment.

“Inooooo… I’m being serious here. This is Itachi. Mass murdering Itachi. Sasuke’s evil brother Itachi!”

“Yea, with a steamin' hot body too I bet.” Ino winked, giggling as Sakura held her head in her hands.

“Ugh, I can’t talk to you about this!”

Sakura’s mind flashed to Naruto for a moment but she shook it away, knowing her friend was too busy with hokage stuff to listen to her problems.

It wanderd to Kakashi, and she blushed in the absurdity of telling him her predicament.

“This is so weird.”

A hand around her shoulders made her jump with a squeak as a man rested against her chair.

“What’s so weird?”

Kakashi’s eye crinkled into a smile and Sakura let out a sigh of relief that it wasn’t the Uchiha suddenly deciding to sneak up on her in her vulnerable state.

Her cheeks flushed at the contact but she hoped Kakashi believed it to be from the alcohol.

The silver haired man helped her to her feet, which threaten to give out from under her as she wobbled.

“Kakashiiiiiiii” She whined.

She leaned against him and Ino gave him a thankful nod.

“I’ll get you home safe.”

She grumbled as he helped her through the crowded bar, lowering his arm to her waist as her arm braced on the top of his shoulders.

Her mouth pulled into a smile as the man gingerly walked her out into the street towards her apartment.

The silence is comfortable as gravel crunched under their sandals.

He felt warm and strong against her side, and she leaned in closer against him. His gloved hand was hot against her hip, his fingers digging in slightly as her step swayed.

Her heels clack against the paved streets as they made their way to her apartment.

She was too dizzy with the feeling of him against her to think about anything else as they were soon at her front door.

Kakashi’s hand lowered to fish through her pocket and grabbed the key.

Her soft curves pushed against his side as he reached for the lock.

Sakura hummed happily as he opened the door and pulled her inside.

Her sandal suddenly caught the lip of the entrance but his strong arms swept her up before she hit the ground.

Sakura stared up into his clothed face with blurry eyes and a silly grin on her lips.

All thoughts of the Uchiha gone as he gently set her on the couch with that soft smile crinkling his eye.

“Go ahead and get some rest, Sakura. I’ll lock up on my way out.”

She stretched out on the 3-seater couch and watched as Kakashi made his way to her bedroom, retreiving two pillows and a throw blanket.

“Thanks ‘Kashi, you’re the best.”

Her eyes droop as he tucked the blanket around her.

She didn’t notice as his fingers tugged down the hem of her shirt that had ridden up in the shuffle.

With the soft click of the door, she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a possible hidden mole by the copy ninja’s lips.

oOo

Her alarm awoke her the next morning

She rolled over to smack the clock on her nightstand when it hit her.

Sakura sat up, blinking the sleep from her eyes and looked down to notice she was still in the clothes she wore out with Ino last night. Sparkly pink crop top and all.

And she’s in her bed.

She shook her head, trying to remember exactly how she made it home last night after more than 7 drinks with the loud blonde.

‘There’s no way Ino could have taken me home.’

A flash of strong arms under her back and legs played through her memory along with the flick of soft hair against her cheek.

Deciding that it was most likely Kakashi, Sakura stretched and pulled back the cover to sit over the side of the bed. She slipped her feet into her slippers and made her way to the living room.

Sakura froze as she stared at two pillows on the couch, suddenly remembering that she hadn’t initially fallen asleep in the bed but decided to put it out of her mind in favor of getting ready for work.

The flap of wings was drowned out by the shower starting and Sakura’s mind drifts to the silver-haired man as she stepped in.

oOo

He’s here again.

Sakura made a mental note to find another favorite coffee shop on the way to work as she spotted an ebony head of hair.

As silently as she could manage, she swiftly made to pass the Uchiha.

She gaspes as her wrist was caught in his large hand.

“Haruno, join me.”

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck!’

Emerald eyes met onyx, and they flashed dangerously red for a moment.

“Uchiha, why?”

It came out rudely, but the raven’s lip crinkled upwards at her, his grasp not loosening.

Her eyes darted around, seeing if anyone else noticed this madness, but it seemed like they were in their own little bubble.

“I ordered your favorite.”

She hissed as he kicked the chair out for her.

He let go of her wrist as she sat down, eyeing him warily.

He continued, unfazed by the glare she gave him.

“I want to thank you for saving Sasuke.”

Sakura took a moment to study the Uchiha, pondering his words.

“And this is how you thank me? By stalking me?”

They were interrupted by the waiter bringing their coffee and she was surprised – or not so surprised- to see her favorite drink placed in front of her.

Itachi lifted the cup to his mouth, taking a slow drag of liquid as his gaze studied her.

She shifted uneasily and took a few hurried gulps of her Frappuccino as she waited for his reply.

After a moment, his voice is soft and low.

“I wanted to meet the woman who saved him.”

‘And study them’ was left out, but that much was obvious as he continued watching every breath she took.

His eyes made her heart race, and it took everything she had not to bolt out of there right that moment.

“Yea, well you’re welcome I guess.”

She tried shaking away her uneasiness, setting her cup down and sighing as she slouched against the cool metal chair.

A silence filled the air as people walked past, lost in their own conversations.

“Yes, thank you.”

Sakura’s eyes widened in shock and looked back at the Uchiha who was now suddenly standing, money set on the table and an empty cup.

His eyes glanced down at her, and she stiffened as the corner of his lip turned up.

“Have a good day at work.”

His tall shadow eclipsed her and then suddenly he was gone.

Her shoulders slumped and she put her head into her hands with an exasperated wahhhhhhhhh.

‘Fuckin’ weird Uchihas!’

oOo

Chapter Text

She gasped as a strong hand grabbed her leg.

The ground cracked as Kakashi’s arm shot up.

She was thrown backwards, falling to her hands and knees as he emerged.

He was on top of her in a flash, pinning her wrists down as a shadow clone’s hands popped forth from the ground to hold them in place.

His shins pinned her legs to the ground and he perched on her, his furrowed brows softening as she struggled beneath him.

Sakura grunted, unable to break free as he held her captive.

His eye crinkled in a smile and she rolls her eyes, giving one last tug before conceding defeat.

Kakashi’s warmth was missed as she was released.

He stood over her, offering his hand and she took it with a huff.

“Ah, whatever. You got lucky!”

He hummed and she let go of his hand as he dusted off his pants.

“Maybe you were distracted.”

They both looked to the tree where a large crow perched nearby.

“Ugh, I don’t know what he even wants with me.”

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue as she caught her breath.

“He just keeps showing up and knows my schedule and my favorite drinks for some reason.”

He put a finger to his clothed chin, humming as he pondered.

“Has he spoken to you?”

She nodded, patting herself down.

“He thanked me for saving Sasuke, but I don’t know why he is still keeping tabs on me.”

Kakashi’s brow furrowed and she followed him as he made his way back to the village.

The crow disappeared into smoke and the mood grew tense as they continued walking.

Once they arrived at her apartment, Kakashi reached up to pat her head as they stood at her door.

“Do you want me to stand guard?”

Sakura looked up at him with wide eyes, a faint pink dusting her cheeks.

Grey and black eyes scanned the area, shoulders tense.

She put a hand on his arm and he peered down, his expression softening.

“No, that’s alright. I think I can handle myself.”

His eye crinkled with the hint of an apology and he dropped his hand.

“Ah, I see. Have a good night, Sakura.”

She smiled and he turned to walk down the road.

Sakura glanced around one last time before heading inside, making sure to close all the blinds before slipping into the shower.

Ah much as she wanted to ask him to stay, that would be far too embarrassing.

oOo

The next two days were hell.

Several teams came back from a long mission and Sakura was tasked with staying over to help heal them.

After she failed to show up at their usual spot, Kakashi stopped into the hospital, Sakura sending him off with a hurried “sorry”.

It was the night of the second day and Kakashi had already left to head home for the night.

Sakura held up a chart, squinting in the dim light to see which medications she needed to prepare for the next room.

She sighed, trying to wipe the tiredness from her eyes as she headed back to the reception desk.

She hadn’t slept in 24 hours and had no idea how much longer it would be.

oOo

After a few more patients and a few more hours, Tsunade finally released her.

It was about 3AM and Sakura staggered her way to the entrance of the hospital.

'If only I had made Kakashi teach me the leaf swirl teleportation technique, I would be home already!'

She reached for the handle, but before she took hold, it suddenly swung open.

Sakura squealed as her hand is grabbed and she is yanked forward into a hard, warm chest.

“Kakashi?”

A hand settled in the small of her back, emerald orbs looking up into deep spinning red.

Soft raven hair brushed her cheek as the man leaned into her ear.

A choked protest left her throat as hot breath wafted against her skin.

“Not Kakashi.”

His voice was a purr that caused her heart to skip a beat.

In one swift movement, she was swept off her feet and into the arms of the ex-traitor Uchiha as he turned and began carrying her out.

“Wah- hey, put me down!”

She stared up into his handsome face, the tomoe spinning dangerously in his sharingan as he stared blankly ahead.

She was incredibly thankful that those eyes weren’t fixed on her.

It was the first time she’d seen them in years and had never been this close.

She swallowed thickly.

Sakura was too tired to summon chakra into her fists as she balled them against his chest, a small smirk tugging on his lip.

“It’s late and you were two seconds from collapsing onto the hospital floor.”

“Yea, well the last person I’d want to sweep me off my feet is you, Uchiha-san” she scowled.

She felt more than heard a soft “hn” come from his chest as he rounded the corner approaching her apartment.

Of course, he knows how to get to her apartment with ease.

She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the overwhelming drowsiness.

Knots form in her stomach as he stepped up to her door.

“You can put me down now.”

He sat her down and she huffed, grabbing they key from her pocket and quickly unlocking the door.

She opened it, looking back over her shoulder to notice Itachi hadn’t moved.

His damn sharingan was creeping her out.

“Uh you can leave, I’m fine. Thanks.”

She steadied herself against the wall as she removed her heels and set them aside.

Sakura was too tired to notice Itachi now standing in her living room, leaning against her couch as she staggered into her bedroom, plopping down onto the bed.

She closed her eyes as her body sank into the silky pink sheets and she was pulled quickly into sleep.

Itachi silently approached the kunoichi who was face down, diagonally strewn across her covers with her feet hanging off the bed.

She moaned as he gently slid her under the covers, swiping the hair out of her face.

Sakura rolled to her side facing the wall and he retreated slowly into the darkness.

oOo

Sakura jolted awake, sitting up in her bed with a gasp and turned to look at her alarm clock.

She sighed when she remembered she had the day off work, sitting for a moment to collect her bearings.

‘Okay, so Itachi randomly showed up at the hospital last night, sweeping me off my feet and carrying me home like I’m a goddamn princess in distress.’

She raked a hand roughly through her long wild hair, blowing her bangs out of her face with a groan.

Her stomach turned oddly when she thought about how strong and warm he felt, but tried to shake it off, chalking it up to her tiredness.

‘What am I supposed to do about him showing up everywhere I turn? Should I talk to Naruto about it?’

Her mind wandered to Kakashi and his offer to guard her from him.

She blushed slightly and decided A. that’s too much of a burden to ask of her friend and B. She’s strong enough to take on anyone who shows any sign of a threat to her.

But that’s the weird thing, Itachi wasn’t threatening at all.

Sure, he was intimidating, weird, and kinda scary when he stared too long, but he had actually been pretty sweet towards her recently.

Such a stark difference from his brother that Sakura was having a hard time wrapping her brain around it.

He was a mass murderer, an Akatsuki member, and was always touted as this evil genius.

But here he was, ordering her coffee and carrying her home like some kind of hero.

Sakura slid to the edge of the bed, deciding this was all too confusing to think about first thing in the morning.

‘Right. First things first, I need some breakfast and a shower.’

The pinkette yawned, stretching as she stood, reaching up on her tip toes to pull out all the kinks in her tight body.

A hot shower would definitely do her good after all the work she’s been put through this last week.

She lowered back to the floor and quickly ripped off her hospital clothes, tossing them into the corner as she made her way toward the kitchen.

Sakura passed the bathroom, turning the corner down the short hallway to enter the living room and a body lying on her couch made her freeze in place.

There he was, Itachi fucking Uchiha, stretched out across her couch in a black tee shirt and dark pants, arm bent under his head like a pillow.

His eyes were shut, and Sakura’s mind was racing on how the hell to either get him out of there or make a break of it herself in the next 2 seconds.

She looked down at herself, suddenly remembering she was only wearing her bra and panties.

When she looked back up at, his eyes were open.

Sakura screamed, jumping behind the corner of a bookshelf in her living room, glaring at the uninvited guest in her home as his dark orbs followed her.

“Uchiha, what the fuck??”

He smirked at her, unmoving as her hands cover her skivvies and she hisses at him like an angry cat.

His eyes seemed to dance in a way that made her even more pissed.

He raised up on one elbow, running a hand through his smooth, perfect hair.

“My apologies, I must have fallen asleep while taking care of you.”

Sakura scoffed, unable to imagine the Itachi Uchiha “accidently” falling asleep somewhere unplanned.
She narrowed her eyes.

“I could have taken care of myself.”

He clicked his tongue, standing up in one fluid motion, and took a step towards her.

“It’s dangerous at night, don’t you know, Sakura?”

Her name rolled off his tongue with a purr, causing an unwanted blush on her cheeks.

She threw a book at him, and he caught it easily.

“It’s dangerous in here now!”

He let out a soft chuckle, closing the distance between them in an instant as emerald orbs widened.

“That’s true. I’ve seen you to be quite dangerous.”

His eyes gazed down her body and she shrieked, throwing a punch at his head that he sidestepped with a smirk.

He turned his back, hands in his pocket as his slow gait brought him to the door.

“Take care of yourself, Haruno. Or I’ll have to save you again.”

She blushed with gritted teeth as he finally made his departure.

What kind of psychopath stays over at a woman’s house uninvited?

She knew it was all a ploy.

Some kind of sinister plot to throw her off balance.

But why?

She grumbled, moving to pick up the book that she hadn’t noticed he set on the corner of the couch as he left.

She put it back on the shelf and darted to her room, looking around to see if she would catch the Uchiha peeping through her open blinds.

She threw on a robe and made her way to the front door, swinging it open with a clenched fist and noticed something sitting on the landing with a note.

Sakura bent down to pick up a basket of fruit and her eyes widened as she read the note tied to the handle, recognizing the handwriting. 

‘Make sure to eat and take some time to relax. I’ll be here to spar when you’re ready. -Kashi’

She bit her lip with a smile and hugged it to her chest as she brought it inside and closed the door.

A rush of warmth filled her chest then suddenly turned ice cold as she stared at her couch.

‘Oh God, what time did he drop these off??’

oOo

Chapter Text

Sakura tried to avoid him for as long as possible, but her old sensei showed up at the hospital two days later.

“So, who was on your couch the other morning?”

Sakura sputtered, coffee spraying all over her papers as she looked up at the man leaned against the doorframe of her office.

“Uh, w-what?”

Kakashi pushed himself from the wall, striding over to lean against her desk with an arched eyebrow.

“A boyfriend? A girlfriend?”

Sakura’s face flushed bright red as he gave her a teasing smile, eye crinkling with mischief as she scrambled to wipe the stains from the chart.

“N-no, no way!”

He straightened, crossing his arms across his broad chest as he stared down at her.

“Aw, come now Sakura-chan. You don’t have to be embarrassed. You can tell me.”

Her head was swimming as she desperately searched for an excuse.

There’s no way she could tell her teammate and secret crush that Itachi of all people stayed the night.

He would definitely get the wrong idea and she couldn’t take the embarrassment of it all.

“I-it was just Ino! She picked me up from the hospital and walked me home. Accidently passed out on the couch after left this morning.”

Panicked emerald eyes searched his, hoping it was in the least bit believable.

She felt a little relief as he tilted his head and hummed.

“Ah. Well if you ever need help getting home in the future, you can always call me.”

He winked at her as he turned to leave, her face turning red with a choked sound.

She yelled profanities at him as he left, chiding him for teasing her and shook her head to focus back on her work.

‘Damn Kakashi, always picking on me like I’m a child!’

The rest of the day was spent in peaceful silence. No creepy Uchihas stalking around and no crows with scary eyes.

She would soak up the quiet for as long as she could.

oOo

The next day, Sakura met up with Kakashi to spar.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, scanning the trees for his presence and listening for footsteps.

In an attempt to keep the area intact, she tasked herself with not destroying the ground, instead focusing on hand-to-hand combat.

A flash of silver was her only warning as her legs were swept out from under her.

She reacted quickly, arching and throwing herself into a backflip to land in front of a tree.

Sakura kept a close eye on the ground, knowing all too well how he loved to pop up like a damn groundhog.

The sound of flapping wings distracted her momentarily and she was able to just barely block a kick to her side that pushed her backwards.

“Eyes on the prize” He mocked, vanishing in a flicker and appearing behind her without a sound.

She swung around with a kick that he caught easily and he yanked her forward with the momentum.

He reached to grab her, and she was able to catch his forearm and used her chakra to heighten her strength to fling him over her shoulder with a sharp hiss of wind.

He landed smoothly, jumping to the side as she charged him with a punch.

He wasn’t stupid enough to catch one of those.

Sakura huffed as her fist met air, spinning to face him as he crouched in preparation of a counterattack.

Another flap of wings caught his attention and Sakura took the distraction.

She pulsed chakra to her feet, leaping quickly to close the distance and she was able to grab his wrist as he braced himself.

“Cha!!”

Sakura used her momentum and speed to tackle him, throwing him to the ground as she straddled his stomach.

He grunted as she punched his hand into the ground, locking it in place and caught his other hand as it reached for her.

Sakura stared down at her former sensei, her eyes wild and long hair messed as she gasped in air.

“Got you!”

Kakashi’s hair was just as wild, stuck every which way as his tomoe spun in the deep red orb.

His chest heaved and she smirked as his arms went limp, admitting defeat under the pinkette as she kept ahold of his wrists.

She could feel the rumble in his chest as he laughed softly, closing his sharingan eye as his other crinkled.

“Yep, you got me Sakura.”

The way he said her name made her blush and she blinked as she realized the position they were currently in.

Her former teacher pinned under her as she sat on his hard, chiseled stomach.

Feeling every muscle.

“Oh, uh, sorry!”

She sputtered, jumping to her feet.

She tried to hide her face with her hands but Kakashi pulled them away after standing and dusting himself off.

“It’s fine. I’m not so old that my back would give out after a light spar.”

She laughed awkwardly, thinking to herself that’s totally not why she was apologizing.

He looked around the clearing into the trees.

“They’re back again. What did you do to piss him off?”

Sakura bawked, eyes darting to count one..two…three crows watching them.

Groaning, she ran a hand over her face and gave Kakashi an apologetic look.

“I don’t know… nothing?”

She guessed he was back to his weird stalker-y ways and it's embarrassing to see that Kakashi had noticed as well.

He hummed, pulling his headband down over his eye and she followed behind as he led her out of the training area.

Sakura scowled at Kakashi’s back.

All of their talks now seemed to revolve around Itachi.

She didn’t know how to get it back to just them, but she couldn’t help feeling like she wanted it to focus on the possible future of their slowly evolving relationship.

She wasn’t getting any younger, and for the past month or so she definitely had been developing feelings for her old sensei and didn’t know how to ask if he felt remotely the same.

Itachi Uchiha showing up really threw a wrench into her fantasies.

She needed to figure out a way to end his little obsession with her.

Kakashi stopped at her door, giving her a warm smile and a pat on the head before leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She pressed herself against the door after closing it, remembering the feeling of him under her and humming to herself.

A knock at the door was the last thing she needed right now.

oOo

“C’monnnnnn!”

Ino tugged on her arm, her fingers gripping the doorframe tightly as her friend tried eagerly to remove her.

“It’s Hinata’s bachelorette party! It’s not my fault you forgot!!”

Hinata blushed behind the blonde and Sakura let go with a sigh.

She was sweaty, slightly horny from thinking of the earlier spar, and had way too much on her mind to let herself get wasted again at the hands of her best friend.

But Hinata’s shy smile broke her resolve and she shoved Ino off with a flippant “alright, alright, give me 15 minutes and I’ll meet you there.”

There was only one good bar in town, so Sakura didn’t even have to ask where they were going.

She sighed, shaking all thoughts of Kakashi away as she quickly hopped into the shower and did a fast scrub.

She jumped out and ran to her bedroom to stand in front of her closet.

Taking into account what the other two were wearing, she plucked out a simple black dress with sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps and dug around for her black heels.

Deciding that was good enough, she raked a hand through her wet hair and took off to meet the girls.

oOo

Forty-five minutes later and she was sloshed, Ino having pressured her to pound down one too many drinks in celebration of Hinata’s party.

Tenten shouted next to them, hooting and hollering as they all slammed back one more for the road.

Sakura hissed, the vodka burning its way down her throat and settling hotly into her stomach.

Temari held onto Hinata’s shoulders, steadying her as she wiggled dangerously in her seat, her entire face and neck beet red from the alcohol.

Ino laughed and clasped her knee. “Don’t worry Hinata-chan, Sakura-chan also used to be a lightweight. We will train you up good!”

The girls all laughed, and Sakura held her spinning head in her hands with a groan.

She looked around the bar, hoping Kakashi would magically show up to rescue her again, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, she accidentally caught the eye of an average looking guy who smiled at her and decided to make his way over.

‘Oh God, the last thing I need is another man in my life.’

The girls cooed as the brown-haired stranger approached her, resting his hand on the back of her chair with a polite smile.

“Hey there, mind if I buy you a drink?”

She could tell he was eyeing her up, possibly looking down the front of her dress and she suppressed a grimace as he waved over the bartender.

Ino giggled and tried to give them a little space as the man leaned over her, grabbing an unknown drink and pushing it into her hand.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help but notice how stunning you look tonight.”

She tried to mirror his bright smile with her own, but it came out strained and tired.

“I’ve had enough to drink already, thank you though!”

“Aw, just one more?”

His hand slid from the chair to her shoulder, and she could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned in closer.

“No, sorry, I’m good!”

Her voice was a little too high-pitched to be normal and her fist clenched as his hand slid lower on her arm.

The girls were distracted by Hinata’s drunken babbling, and a twinge of fear ran through her as the strange man’s hand kept traveling lower to graze the side of her breast.

She looked up at him, her eyes blurred but squinted in anger and her mouth opened to tell him off when the girls’ laughter suddenly went silent.

A presence came up behind the man and Sakura gasped at the very tall shadow that began to take form in front of her.

Red eyes glowed as the shadow took form and Itachi reached out to snatch the offending hand off her arm in a flash.

The man sputtered, swinging around and beginning to protest.

In a sudden whirl of darkness, Sakura found herself outside in the chilled night air, feet no longer touching the ground and the noise of the bar suddenly deafened.

Through fuzzy eyes, she looked up into the hard face of her rescuer, Itachi Uchiha, yet again sweeping her off her feet.

She growled, squirming in his strong arms and kicking her feet like a child.

“Tachi, put me down!”

Her words were slurred, her brow furrowing as he began to walk away from the bright neon lights of the bar.

Red eyes glanced down at her, and she thought she saw a smirk on his face but she was too annoyed to pay any closer attention.

“I told you to take care of yourself, Sakura” he chided.

His voice was deep and rumbled against her skin in a ticklish way.

In all her flailing, she felt herself slipping out of his grasp and she squeaked, throwing her arms around his neck for stability.

He gave a satisfied snort, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

“I can take care of mysssself..”

He hummed and turned the corner to her block without breaking stride.

“Normally, you can. But you seem to be heavily intoxicated tonight.”

How did he even know she was there? Why did he show up in front of everyone like that?

She rolled her eyes.

“Of course, he was there, he’s always there…” She mumbled aloud and let her head roll to the side to rest against his shoulder.

“Hm”

Sakura’s eyes closed and she missed the self-satisfied smirk that etched his lips as he neared her apartment.

He paused at her door, pondering whether to sit her down but decided against it as she began softly snoring.

Itachi flexed his arm, positioning it to hold her weight as his other searched for the key that had no pockets to reside in.

Eyeing the windows, he figured breaking them would cause too much of a stir in her quiet neighborhood and took a gamble on one of two places it could be hiding.

Itachi gingerly reached for the top of her dress, running a finger down the gap of her sternum until he found the small key and swiftly pulled it free.

He looked into her sleeping face, feeling slightly guilty but made quick work of the lock and stepped inside.

He strode confidently through her apartment, not bothering to take his shoes off as he reached her bedroom and set her gently onto the sheets.

She hummed softly as he set the key onto her nightstand.

He gently removed her heels, placing them by her closet neatly and returned to her side.

His arm slid under the small of her back and he placed her against the pillows and pulled the silk comforter around her.

He turned to leave, satisfied with his care and paused as she moaned in her sleep.

“schi….”

It was slurred and muffled, so he wasn’t sure whose name she called, but he hoped it was his.

oOo

Chapter Text

She awoke the next morning, realizing she had been swept off into the night again by fuckin’ Uchiha.

But this time it was in front of all her friends.. and INO!

She mumbled to herself, well aware that Ino would be hot and heavy on her case now and she had to come up with some sort of believable excuse.

She definitely could not tell her that this is the second time this has happened and that the Uchiha genius decided to have a sleepover at hers. And seen her in her panties.

Sakura stretched, looking around the room and looking down at herself to see the dress intact.

She hopped up, throwing on a robe and scurried into the living room where no Itachi was to be found.

She let out a sigh of relief before a whirl of smoke poofed into her kitchen, startling the sleep fully out of her.

“I didn’t stay the night” He began, taking things out of a plastic bag and setting them on her kitchen island, facing her. “I wanted to drop off a few things for breakfast before work.”

She cocked her head at the Uchiha as he opened cupboards, grabbing pans and utensils as if it were his own kitchen.

“How domestic” she murmured, making her way to the living room to peek at what he was doing.

At this point, it didn’t make sense to be surprised anymore.

He knew her schedule, her routines, her favorite foods, hell, he probably knew what medications she was on.

She sighed, giving up on the notion that she would throw him out in an angry huff as the smell of bacon sizzling filled the apartment.

She still didn’t understand his interest in her, but allowing his services every once in a while couldn’t hurt, right?

She settled into a bar seat at the island as Itachi cracked a few eggs into a separate pan without asking.

A few minutes later breakfast was served.

She eyed him as he cleaned up, having not made himself anything and between chewing she asked, “What about you?”

He glanced at her over his shoulder, rinsing and setting the pans down and washing his hands.

“I have already eaten.”

She hummed, glancing at the stove clock and sighing as she stood up from the stool.

Itachi took her plate and began rinsing it as she turned to leave.

“I’m going to get ready for work... Don’t you dare peek!” She hissed.

He hummed, a smirk tugging at his lips, and she shut the door behind herself as she undressed.

‘This is so freaking weird. Itachi Uchiha, in my house, making me breakfast…’

She stared up at the ceiling, wondering if this was all a strange dream when a knock on her door startled her.

She quickly pulled on clothes and ran to the living room.

The dishes were all neatly stacked on the counter, clean and dry and the Uchiha was nowhere to be found.

She sighed, thankful that his ability to pop in and out of reality came in handy this time and pulled open the door.

Kakashi crinkled his eye in a smile, holding out a coffee to her as she smiled in surprise.

“Sakura-chan, I just wanted to stop by and let you know I’m going on a weeklong mission and leave later today.”

She let out a soft gasp, her lip pouting out at his gentle smile.

“Aw, without me?”

She missed going on missions with him and actually had been looking forward to the next one.

“Yep, they only need me, sorry.”

She took the coffee, taking a dramatic sip and she pretended to cry fake tears.

“I know, I know. No more hot springs detours for a while.”

He pats her on the head, giving her a parting wave as he turned away.

“I’ll catch up with you when I get back. Try not to get yourself in too much trouble.”

She blushed and pretended to throw something at him as he chuckled, his wide shoulders relaxed as he strides away.

She took a peek back into her apartment, checking for pesky Uchihas, and none were to be found so she shut and locked the door and made her way to work.

‘Man, this is going to be a long week.’

oOo

“Spar with me.”

Sakura spat out her soup.

She looked up to see a figure in the doorway, a smirk pulling at his pale lips.

“What? Why?”

Itachi took a step into her office, pausing as she hissed at him, wiping her desk clean.

“Your sparring partner is gone.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, glaring up at him as her heart settled back into her chest from where it had jumped into her throat.

His eyes flashed red, and she swallowed heavily.

Okay, so she was used to sparring with a sharingan user. But Kakashi didn’t know how to use that technique. At least, not that she knew of.

She thought back to her sensei bedridden, his spirit broken and looking lost.

She also remembered all the stories about ‘Itachi Uchiha, genius genjutsu user’ and it sent a shiver down her spine. Kakashi only really used the sharingan to track and predict her movements. There’s no telling what kind of devious tricks this full-blood Uchiha might have up his sleeves and she didn’t exactly want to find out.

Sensing her hesitation, he took another step forward and pulled a chair over to lower himself into, appearing less intimidating.

He crossed one leg over the other, resting his chin on his palm with his elbow on her desk.

“Observation duty is frankly boring. I need someone who can keep up with me.”

She blushed at the compliment, ready to dispute his claims, but he had been watching just about all of her sparring matches since he arrived.

Sakura eyed him warily.

“Depends.. you’re not going to try to kill or torture me, are you?”

He chuckled, long eyelashes batting slowly as he blinked his sharingan away.

“We are comrade Leaf ninja, I wouldn’t.”

She scowled at him, her shoulders softening as he finally turned off the scary eyes.

‘Yea, well so was Kakashi and you fucked him up good for a long time.’ She thought, eyeing his crooked grin.

She sighed, raking a hand through her bangs and met his eye with a stern look.

“Fine, but only hand-to hand combat. No funny business.”

He hummed his agreement and stood from his seat in one fluid motion.

Sometimes he appeared to be made of fluid, Sakura thought.

With one final glance, he decided to walk this time instead of teleport and Sakura was grateful for that.

He seemed to be a little more human recently and she felt herself starting to trust him maybe a teeny tiny bit more than the first time they met. Maybe.

The rest of the day was silent and then she remembered.

‘Shit. When exactly is Itachi planning to make me spar with him?’ She grumbled to herself, grabbing a donut on her way out of the hospital. ‘I guess he will just show up out of nowhere and pick me up again like a fuckin’ damsel.’

She rolled her eyes, dreading the inevitable kidnapping that was soon to come.

‘I miss Kakashi alreadyyyyy..’

oOo

The next day, she’s walking out of work when a hand snakes around her waist.

Sakura screams, ready to pummel an annoying Uchiha when the blonde sticks her tongue out at her.

“Sa-ku-ra… We have some catching up to do~”

Ino’s fingers dig into her side as she pulls her closer, grinning wide with a mischievous look in her eye.

Sakura laughs nervously, allowing the blonde to pull her down the street towards her apartment.

Desperately hoping for no more surprises, Sakura unlocks her door and is pushed inside by a very antsy Ino.

“So, what the hell was that the other night at the bar??”

Sakura slunk into her couch, her best friend bouncing next to her.

“Ah, what ever do you mean?”

Ino gave her a slap to the arm, her eyes narrowing at the pinkette as she squirmed in her seat.

“Itachi Uchiha popping up out of nowhere and taking you away, in the middle of girl’s night?!”

“Oh that.”

Sakura rubs the back of her head, scrambling to remember the excuse she came up with and realizing she never actually made one.

“Yea, that. He was crazy scary! And he just *poofed* and all that!”

Sakura’s eyes quickly darted around the room, hoping he wasn’t secretly hiding behind a plant or something.

She leaned in close, whispering to the blond in a hushed tone.

“He just kinda… shows up. Everywhere. All the time.”

Ino hummed, scratching her chin as she searched her face for more answers.

“Why is that?”

Sakura shook her head, looking tiredly to the window as rain started to come down.

“Honestly, I don’t fucking know. Something about me saving Sasuke? Maybe because he wants to fight me? Eh”

Ino nodded, taking this all in stride as she ponders herself.

“Well, he seemed awfully close with you that night. Sure, there’s nothing else going on? Did you bang him like I suggested?”

Sakura tried to hide the blush on her cheeks at the thought but shook her head ‘no’ vehemently.

“You know I have a thing for Kakashi” she hissed.

“Yea yea, a girl can have a thing for more than one guy at a time, ya know.”

Sakura looked up in thought. Honestly it never even occurred to her before. First it was Sasuke then when that was done, it was Kakashi. Life was hard enough without having things with multiple guys in her eyes.

“Eh, nah. Not my style. Besides, Itachi is a mass murderer. An ex-Akatsuki.” She shrugged.

“Well as I understand it, he had his reasons for doing everything he did and always kept the village at the top of his priority list. Naruto wouldn’t just erase all that for no reason, right?”

Sakura hummed, never having given too much thought to exactly why Itachi was allowed to roam the village again and keep an eye out for danger, but she guessed Ino made a good point.

She waved her friend away.

“Yea, okay I guess that makes sense. But the point stands, I’m a one guy kinda gal.”

Ino rolled her eyes, calling her “lame” as she went into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge.

“Oooo, someone actually made breakfast for once I see!”

Sakura stifled her gasp with a cough, plastering a fake smile on as she realized that Itachi must have left the extra food in there.

‘Ino would flip her lid if she knew about that morning.’

Thankfully, the rest of the night was pretty normal. Ino made herself some eggs and they put a show on as they talked about Hinata and Naruto’s upcoming wedding and Sakura made a mental note to find time to visit her old friend before then.

No more talk of boys or Uchihas came up again and she was eternally thankful.

As the rain picked up, Ino saw herself out with a “later billboard brow” and a wave and Sakura was glad to be alone again in her apartment.

No Ino, no Kakashi, no Itachi.

Speaking of Kakashi….

Sakura thought back to their spars, how his muscles felt under her and the cheeky smiles he always gave her. His teasing, and the way he left her gifts. Similar to another guy who recently came into her life, but not the same.

Sakura shook her head, trying to rid it of the troublesome Uchiha as her focus drifted back to Kakashi.

She wondered what he was doing right now. Would he be thinking of her at all? Missing her?

Pushing herself up from the couch, she slunk into the bathroom to take a nice relaxing shower.

She locked the door, paranoid that a certain someone would decide to let himself in one way or another, before turning the handle and disrobing.

She stepped into the hot water, moaning as it hit her skin like a warm embrace.

She let her mind wander to silver hair and strong hands.

Her hand drifted lazily down her neck to her chest, fingers skimming a taut nipple as they trailed down to her navel.

She imagined his crinkled eye and the sound of his voice as he teased her.

The way his arms flexed as he blocked her hits and his weight as he pinned her down in the training grounds.

A hot, breathy moan left her throat as her fingers sunk into her heat.

She squeezed her legs together, imagining it was another pair of fingers inside her and the wall of the shower was his strong chest.

The red of his sharingan swirled and turned into a different pair of red eyes, watching her from the darkness and she gasped as waves of pleasure washed over her.

She steadied herself against the shower wall as her legs shook with her release.

‘”Fuck..”

Why the hell did she see his eyes in her daydream?

She couldn’t deny they were powerful, demanding respect with their fierce glint but damn, Sakura had not thought of the sharingan as spank material before this excursion.

She hung her head, letting the water wash away her sins and finishing up quickly to slip into cool silk sheets.

She didn’t bother putting on clothes. If that asshole decided to show up again, she would knock him into next week.

‘He’s asking for it anyhow.’

That was the first but unfortunately not the last time she daydreamed of those eyes.

oOo

Chapter Text

Sakura walked toward the training ground buried deep in the forest, having received an ominous letter on her nightstand stating, “Training Ground 12 at 9AM.”

That man knew she had today off and should have known she’d want to sleep in….

She huffed, grumbling under her breath as her sandals crunch against dirt.

‘He better buy me breakfast after this.’

Itachi is leisurely leaned against a tree as she approached, his eyes lifting to meet hers.

“Good morning.”

His voice was smooth, Itachi giving her a mischievous grin as she approached him, three tomoe spinning circles in his red eyes.

She grumbled, unsuccessfully stifling a yawn.

Itachi moved towards her, reaching a hand out and running his fingers through her hair, causing a gasp from the pinkette.

He slid dangerously close, his other hand snaking around the small of her back as pulling her into him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Uchiha??”

Sakura blushed as his fingers drew a hot line up her spine, stopping at the back of her neck.

Her long hair was tied over her shoulder in a low ponytail, giving him access to the delicate skin at her nape.

Gooosebumps prickled on her skin and emerald eyes widened as Itachi leaned in close to her ear.

“Please, Sakura. Call me Itachi.”

His breath whispered against her, causing an involuntary gasp and suddenly his lips were on her neck, hot and soft.

Sakura jerked, a choked sound leaving her throat as his lips continued down to her shoulder.

“I-itachi…..”

She protested weakly as her fists balled against his chest.

He hummed his satisfaction of his name on her lips, giving a gentle nip to her collarbone as the fingers at her nape thread through her hair.

…

The next moment, his warmth was gone.

Sakura blinked, the wind blowing through her hair caused a shutter as she reached up to touch her neck.

Her eyes focused on the man leaning against the tree, red eyes shimmering and realized he had never moved from his place.

“Damnit Itachi, I told you no funny business during our spar!”

She couldn’t help the blush that flushed her cheeks and down her throat as she remembered the feel of his lips on her skin.

She hated to admit it, but it had felt damn good.

Itachi tilted his head, flashing her a smile as red eyed faded to black.

“Indeed. Our spar has not yet started.”

Sakura tried shaking off her blush, gently smacking her cheeks to get her head on straight.

“Bastard…”

She grumbled as his real body approached, keeping a close watch as he stopped a few feet away.

“What, are you disappointed that it wasn’t real?”

His eyes glanced pointedly at her neck and she covered the area with a gloved hand.

“Just ask me nicely-”
“Shut up and get ready to fight” she interjected quickly, afraid of this weird slippery slope he was suggesting.

He watched her closely as chakra pooled into her fists.

She figured by his reputation that he might be even more skilled in taijutsu than Kakashi, and she better not hold back.

Itachi gave her a smirk, readying himself as she threw her hair behind her shoulder.

She charged at the Uchiha, gaging his reaction as he sidestepped her easily and swung in behind her.

Sakura spun and jumped to dodge a sweep of his leg as he moved in close.

He grabbed her wrist before she reached the ground and Sakura twisted in his grasp to grab him back.

She yanked him backward with enough force to slam him into the ground behind her, but he flipped midair, landing gracefully without a sound.

Sakura leapt forward and spun to face him, crouching in preparation of a counterattack.

“Now, don’t hold back.”

His eyes widened and he charged her, moving so fast she would have needed the sharingan to see him.

Sakura sidestepped, attempting to read his movements, but suddenly he was behind, a dark shadow looming over her in a way that made her heart skip a beat.

She suddenly felt like prey, caught in the midst of a predator who had gained the upper hand.

She dashed away and he chased.

Their spar became a dance, with every movement she made, he followed.

His fingertips grazed her side, her shoulder, her arm, her thigh.

She was doing all she could just to evade his grasp.

He was definitely toying with her.

More than once did she catch a grin on his lips.

Sakura grunted, losing her footing as she knelt onto the ground, covered head to toe in dirt.

Itachi was instantly there, appearing before her in a flicker.

She quickly shot chakra to her hand, pushing her fist into the ground to spit it open with a crack.

Itachi disappeared, only to reappear kneeling behind her in a whoosh of darkness.

He flicked her hair in front of her shoulder, leaning in to whisper into her ear.

“Shall I take you out now?”

Her chest heaved as she caught her breath.

She wasn’t sure if he meant as in a date or her murder, but either way, she knew she was getting too low on chakra to continue fighting.

She decided to believe the former.

“I could go for a coffee and a donut.”

A blush lit her cheeks as he leaned in close enough that she could feel his warmth.

He stuck his chin over her shoulder, peering at her from the corner of his eye.

She bit her lip, her pulse thrumming in her throat as she noticed how long and beautiful his dark lashes were against his hooded lids.

“Is that a request?”

His lips curled into a smirk as she shot him glare.

“It’s a fucking demand. You owe me!”

“Hmm.”

He slid back, standing smoothly and circling around to offer her a hand.

She seriously thought about slapping it away, but her knees threatened to give out if she held her crouch too much longer.

She took his hand and he pulled her to his chest with a strong yank.

Sakura choked as she stumbled, pressing into his hard body with her other hand trapped against his chest.

She looked up at him, the top of her head just shy of his chin as he peered down at her with a sly smirk.

“Don’t you dare think about picking me up. I can walk just fine!”

He backed away, pulling her behind her as he walked back into town.

“We’ll stop by your apartment so you can change.”

Sakura flushed as they entered town, hand-in hand.

She tried yanking out of his grip, but it was no use.

She imagined socking him in the ribs with her other hand but thought that would be in poor taste in front of an audience.

Itachi pulled her through the streets, her trying to avoid eye contact with everyone staring as they passed.

She nearly fainted when she saw a familiar head of ebony hair, unable to avert her gaze as obsidian orbs locked onto emerald.

“Sakura..”

“Saskue..?”

oOo

The younger Uchiha eyed them both incredulously.

He had followed them back to Sakura’s apartment in an awkward silence that lasted entirely too long.

Itachi hadn’t let go of her hand the entire trip.

Sakura nervously shuffled in front of her door, reaching to insert the key into the lock as quickly as possible.

“So uh, do you want to come in, Sasuke-kun?”

His eyes swept over her and then to the hand that Itachi refused to release.

Itachi smiled as his younger brother narrowed his eyes up at him, Sasuke looking comically childish in front of his much taller older brother.

“What exactly is going on here?”

Sasuke’s voice was flat, only the tick at his temple betraying his true feelings.

Sakura unlocked the door, shoving it open and yanked her hand out of Itachi’s grasp in one swift motion as he was distracted.

“Uh, nothing! We were just training…”

She scrambled inside and Itachi followed, making his way to the couch and slinking down as if it were his spot.

Sasuke begrudgingly followed, sitting opposite his brother as Sakura wrung her hands nervously, standing in front of her bookcase.

“Itachi, what’s going on?”

The younger Uchiha eyed his brother, having decided to ignore Sakura’s answer.

Sakura narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she fought back feelings of anger at his dismissal of her.

He always dismissed her.

The same now as it has always been even though she’s now one of the top medics in Konoha and could probably beat his ass six ways to Sunday.

Itachi crossed a leg over the other, smiling at the scowling Uchiha across him.

“Why does it matter what Sakura and I do together? Are you jealous, little brother?”

The slightest dusting of pink across Sasuke’s nose nearly made her choke.

She slapped her chest, coughing as tears prickled her eyes and Sasuke shot her the dirtiest look she’d ever seen.

“Itachi..” He growled, standing up and crossing in front of him as he reached for the door handle.

“Tch. I have matters to attend to.”

He shot Sakura one last glare before slamming the front door in his departure.

Sakura looked to Itachi, her mouth gaped open in shock.

He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling with a devious gleam.

“Go ahead and clean up. I’ll wait for you here, promise” he said with a wink.

She backed away into the hallway, too stunned to speak and swirled around to sprint to her room.

She shut the door behind her and sunk to the floor, staring up at the ceiling as she tried processing what just happened.

‘Okay so Itachi does his weird flirting thing while simultaneously whooping my ass.

He holds my hand in front of a bunch of people and Sasuke.

Sasuke is back in town and he might be jealous of Itachi?

He BLUSHED??’

Sakura groaned, holding her head in her hands as she closed her eyes.

Life was so much simpler when Kakshi was the only one she had to worry about.

She peeked at her reflection in her floor-length mirror, grimacing at the dirt in her hair and the scuffs on her clothes.

She didn’t know what was going on, but she knew she definitely needed a shower.

oOo

A few hisses at Itachi not to look and a fresh outfit and Sakura was following Itachi down to her (and apparently his) favorite coffee shop in town.

Thankfully, he kept his hands to himself.

Sakura glanced around nervously, expecting Sasuke to pop back up with a pissy attitude.

They take a seat and Itachi orders for them both, much to Sakura’s dismay.

“What was that all about?” She asks, referring to Sasuke.

“Perhaps my foolish younger brother has finally realized his teammate is an amazing woman.”

Sakura hid a blush behind her cup, averting her eyes as she took a tentative sip.

She tried to muster a scowl, but it faltered as she looked into Itachi’s soft gaze.

Since when did he get so…. Mushy? Gentle?

She shifted in her chair.

It’s so weird to think Itachi Uchiha no longer inspired fear within her. She’s beginning to believe Ino may be right and he wasn’t the monster everyone thought him to be.

She narrowed her eyes as he smirked at her, his eyes flashing dangerously red.

Ah, yea right. He’s just a cocky Uchiha.

oOo

Chapter Text

A few days went by with no sight of Sasuke (thank kami).

Kakshi was still on his mission and unfortunately Sakura found her mind flooded with Itachi.

Sakura blushed, hiding her face in her hands with an exasperated sigh.

Ino wrapped an arm around her shoulders with a smirk, shaking her gently.

“Sounds like boy troubles if you ask me!”

Sakura grumbled, trying to shake off her best friend as she reached for the popcorn in her lap.

“He’s everywhere Ino. He’s invaded my dreams!”

The blonde giggled, unhanding her to make lewd gestures.

“What kind of dreams, hmmmmm?”

Sakura growled, but continued nonetheless as Ino was the only one she could talk to about these things.

“They always start out as Kakashi.. We’re… doing stuff and then I look up as see the fuckin’ scary red demon eyes watching me.”

“Oooooo~”

Sakura smacked Ino as she giggled.

“What? So your nightmare is dreaming about two hot guys? I don’t see the problem.”

Sakura rolled her eyes and rested her chin against her knees as she hugged them to her chest.

“Yea… I mean I guess it’s not that bad, It’s just weird..”

She sighed as her best friend snagged some popcorn, turning her attention back to the movie.

“I’m tellin ya, you should make a move on him. He’s clearly into you.”

Sakura wasn’t quite sure who Ino was referring to and decided she needed to figure out this mess on her own. Ino was horrible at dating advice.

oOo

With all the Uchiha drama, Sakura had lost count of how many days it had been since Kakashi left for his mission, but she was counting on him to find her when he was back and rested.

In the meantime, she tried her best to avoid sparring with Itachi again.

“Sakura, join me.”

Itachi stood in her doorway, leaning against the frame with his arm crossed loosely on his chest.

His sudden voice made her jump, a squeak leaving her throat involuntarily.

She growled, cleaning up the spilled bit of coffee from her desk, attempting to regain her composure.

“Itachi… It’s 9AM.”

He smirked, pushing off his perch to stride over the chair in front of her.

“When you get off work.”

She ran a hand through her hair, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder as she eyed him.

“I’m busy.”

“After that.”

“Still busy.”

He slowly took a seat, crossing his right leg over his left and leaning forward, his elbows resting on the papers strewn haphazardly across her desk.

His eyes shimmered red, black tomoe spinning as he watched her shift under his gaze.

“I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me.”

His warm, mahogany scent wafted through her senses and his bright red eyes made her heart skip a beat as she thought about her dreams.

He smirked as she tapped her pen nervously, attempting to avoid eye contact.

Sakura stared at the dark corner of her dimly lit office, trying to think of a witty retort when fingertips grazed her jaw.

Itachi’s long slender fingers slid against the edge of her jaw as he applied light pressure to turn her head to face him.

Sakura blushed, choking back a startled noise as he forced their eyes to meet.

“You seem very on edge today, is something on your mind? Anything I can… assist you with?”

She swallowed thickly, his touch feeling hot to her already red face as he stared into her. She bit her lip, wondering if he could read her thoughts with those deep crimson eyes.

Flashes of her dream she had forgotten resurfaced.

Itachi’s hands on her waist, his eyes peering into her soul as she moved against him, feeling full and hot in a dark room.

Sakura gasped, snapping out of the sudden daydream and sitting back into her chair with enough force to knock into the wall behind her.

Itachi watched her with a smirk, curling his fingers into the palm of his hand as he moved to stand.

“If you need anything, Sakura, you need but ask.”

His voice was low, a deep purr that sent a shiver down her spine as he turned to leave.

She watched him leave, waiting until she could no longer sense him to sigh and slink onto the floor.

‘That damn Itachi, acting like he knows what I’ve been dreaming about.’

She held her face in her hands, remembering the feel of his touch and closing her eyes to collect her thoughts.

She couldn’t help the fact that her body ached to be touched.

She had never been intimate with anyone. Sakura hated to admit it, but the only one who has touched her body had been her. Lonely nights alone in her apartment with her thoughts.

Yep, Sakura was a 22 year old virgin. And her body was beginning to betray her, giving her all kinds of weird dreams and reacting to every attractive male touch in the most embarrassing ways.

Itachi was hot.

There was no getting around that.

And now that Sakura had been spending more and more time with the Uchiha, she had decided he was a lot more relatable than she originally thought.

He was more attentive, gentle, and touchy than Sasuke had ever been to her, and that did funny things to the image she had of the infamous Itachi Uchiha, clan murderer.

She hummed, letting her mind wander for awhile in the quiet of her office.

…

Sakura gasped, checking her watch to realize she had been lost in thought on the floor for far too long.

She grabbed her chair, wheeling it into her desk and glancing at the chair Itachi had been sitting in across her earlier today.

Hopefully he got the hint that she didn’t want to spar with him today and she could go home and relax by herself.

Little did she know, he wouldn’t leave her alone so easily.

oOo

Her mind had been swimming with him all day at work.

Sakura shut the front door behind her, sighing as she let her back press against it.

‘Finally, I’m alone.’

She slipped her heels off, making her way to the bedroom and stripping out of her clothes in front of the mirror.

She eyed her reflection, blushing as her hand made it’s way to the brush of pink hair between her legs.

Sakura touched herself slowly, imagining long, slender fingers rubbing against her wet folds instead of her own.

She moaned, rubbing against her throbbing bud as flashes of the cocky Uchiha smirk ran through her mind.

She thought back to their spar and the genjutsu version of their encounter. The feel of his hot lips on her felt so real. She wondered if that’s what it really felt like or if that was made up in her mind.

Sakura imagined Itachi’s handsome face as he stood in front of her, him leaning in and kissing her neck.

His lips would go lower… lower.. she imagined her shirt gone as wet lips trailed down to her nipple.

“Itachi…”

“Yes?”

Sakura jumped, her eyes wild as she looked around her room and settled on the closed door.

“What the fuck?!”

She stumbled to her closet, grabbing a robe off a hanger and tying it quickly as she made her way to the door.

She opened it, her mouth hanging open as Itachi stood in her hallway.

Even in the dark, she could see the smirk on his face.

“You called?”

She froze, pulling the robe tight together as she glared up at his handsome face.

“Itachi, why the hell are you in my house??”

She took a step out of her room, shutting the door behind her to hide the clothes strewn all over the floor.

He hummed, his red eyes glowing as he took a step towards her.

Sakura stiffened, backing against her door as he approached.

She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to hide the flush on her face with anger as he stood only about a foot away.

She gasped as he reached out and took her wrist, bringing it to his lips as he leaned down to press the whisper of a kiss to her palm.

“I thought you needed me”

Her lips parted as Itachi pressed another soft kiss to the palm of the hand she had been touching herself with to thoughts of him only moments before.

Her heart fluttered, mind going foggy as he looked up at her through long dark lashes.

The way he was looking at her made her knees weak, and her fingers moved to touch his jaw without her permission.

He could smell her scent on her fingers, and she knew it as he breathed in deeply.

Itachi released her wrist, taking a step back and she watched as his eyes swept up and down her form.

He licked his lips and Sakura nearly melted, wanting to feel his warmth again.

“Itachi..”

He hummed, staying quiet until she mustered the courage to speak again.

Her legs squeezed together as her core pulsed, reminding her how close she had gotten to thoughts of the man standing in front of her.

She studied his handsome, pale face as he stood calmly before her. He wasn’t pushing her into anything. There was no intimidation or hostility in his stare. He was allowing her to make the call, and she could not hold back any longer.

“Please..”

She opened her bedroom door, taking a step in, beckoning him to follow with her eyes.

“Please, what?”

He closed the distance between them, matching her steps as she continued backwards to stop at her wall near the bed.

Itachi bent his elbow, resting his forearm on the wall next to her face as she stared up at him with glistening emerald orbs.

Her face was flushed pink, her hands balled into fists at her side as his warmth enveloped her.

His body caged her against the wall, doing everything but touch her as he locked their gazes.

The spinning of his tomoe entranced her and she forced her gaze down to allow herself to speak again.

She studied his lips, noticing how plush and soft they looked even as the corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk.

“What do you need from me, Sakura?”

She gulped, wiggling her toes nervously as she wet her lips.

“Touch me.”

She heard the rustle of his shirt as he reached up with his other hand to hook a finger under her chin.

Itachi lifted her chin, holding her gaze as his eyes slid down her body.

His fingers trailed slowly down her jaw and her neck, causing a gasp from the pinkette as they left a hot trail in their wake.

They tickled down to her collar bone and stopped at the top of her robe.

“Untie it.”

His voice was soft and deep as his breath wafted against her skin.

She swallowed thickly, reaching up with shaky hands as she grabbed the tie and pulled the bow free.

Her robe fell open slightly and his hand inched down until his fingers slid under the hem.

Her mouth hung open, eyes lidding as his large warm hand slid out to her shoulder, making the robe fall open.

She watched as his eyes slid over her exposed form and bit her lip as they locked onto hers.

“Where would you like me to touch?”

She whined as his hand lowered dangerously to her nipple without touching it, her heart racing under his palm.

“Lower?”

She nodded her head eagerly, a silent moan opening her lips as his nails trailed a circle around her nipple.

His palm brushed against her bud only briefly as his fingertips trailed down the cup of her breast to outline her ribs.

Her breath came out ragged and he watched her eyes glaze as he traced down her hip.

She couldn’t think, could barely keep herself upright as his fingers sent goosebumps down her skin.

His eyes slipped from her gaze down her body to where his hand rested at her hip.

He trailed hot fire down her thigh, stopping to come back up and circle her navel and her thighs squeezed together with a whimper as he avoided the one area that was dying for attention.

He tisked, leaning in to her ear as his fingers continued toying with her unbearably slowly.

“Ask for what you want, Sakura.”

She moaned as his hand palmed her breast, cupping gently and rubbing against her hardened pink bud.

Her throat was dry and she found herself unable to speak as her pulse beat wildly in her ears.

A moment later and he hummed, taking a step back to watch the flushed pinkette under him as she licked dry lips.

His eyes flickered to the floor length mirror against her wall then back to her, reaching out to take her hand and pull her to the middle of the room.

She stumbled her way to him, gasping as he turned her around to face the mirror as he pressed her back against his chest.

He stepped in close behind her, sliding the robe from her shoulders to fall to the floor as her naked form stared back at him.

“Touch yourself.”

His large, warm hands covered hers, moving them down her body slowly. He rested her left hand at her breast and her right at the pink hair below.

Her heart raced as she stared at her body in the mirror, knowing Itachi had a full view of everything.

She swallowed thickly, meeting his eyes in the mirror the tomoe spin against the crimson depths.

‘Fuck.’

His fingers so close to her heat was enough to make her close again and she almost whined as his hand left hers.

Her hand squeezed her breast, and she looked back and forth from her actions to his face as he watched.

She moaned breathily as her right hand slid down to her wet folds.

Her fingers ran against her slit and brushed ever so gently against her bud and her chest flushed as he watched her, his eyes dark and his body hot against her.

Her eyes closed, her mouth gaping open in another moan as she rubbed circles against her clit.

“Good.”

Her head fell back against his shoulder and she could feel his hands grasp under her ribs to steady her as her hips rocked.

She imagined his hands sliding down to take over, pumping inside her as his eyes watched every movement and that pushed her over the edge as a needy moan spilled from her lips.

“Itachi..!”

He hummed, gripping her sides tightly as she tremored against him with her release.

Her scent filled the room, a sweet and heady musk that Itachi inhaled with a rumble against her back.

With one last shuddering breath, she slumped against him and he gently scooped her into his arms as she started to fall.

A few strides were all he needed to reach her bed and he sat with her in his lap.

Her eyes were closed, her body feeling tired as she lay against his hard chest, attempting to catch her breath.

His hand cupped her jaw and she opened her eyes as he caught her gaze.

She was grateful to see his eyes were black, unsure if she could meet the intensity of the sharingan at this moment.

His mouth pulled into a smile that quickly turned to a cocky grin.

“See, that wasn’t too hard, now was it?”

Sakura gawfed, an indignant sound leaving her throat as he stuck his tongue out at her.

A heavy blush spread across her cheeks and she pounded her weak fists against his chest, squirming to free herself from his lap as his grasp tightened.

“You fucker, shut up! Who told you to be in my house uninvited anyway?!”

He laughed, a deep, hearty sound that made her scowl soften as his eyes crinkled.

He pulled her chin forward, leaning down to press a soft peck to the corner of her mouth that caused a soft gasp from the pinkette.

“Anytime you need me, call for me.”

She licked her lips, looking away shyly as he moved to set her on the bed and stood up.

His back turned to her, he glanced back over his shoulder with a gentle look in his eye.

“Sleep well, Sakura.”

She hummed, pulling the covered around her as watching as he disappeared in a whirl of darkness and she was alone in her room again.

She closed her eyes, feeling the weight lifted off as she sunk into silk sheets and began to drift off.

She would call to him in her sleep several times that night, but he would only keep an eye on her from the crow in her window.

oOo

Chapter Text

Sakura jumped upright in her bed, eyes wide as her breath came out in ragged puffs.

‘What an intense dream..’

She looked up at the ceiling, blinking slowly as she tried to get her head on straight.

Me.. and Itachi… She blushed, remembering the feel of his hands on her skin and his deep voice commanding her to touch herself.

It was a blur of hot touches and red eyes.

She glanced over her room, freezing as she eyed the robe in the middle of her floor.

Her eyes darted over to the mirror, and her heart nearly stopped as the flashes of memory became a whole lot more clear.

‘Fuck, that was real!’

oOo

A knock at her door told her that it wasn’t Itachi.

That bastard always lets himself in without such a courtesy.

Sakura glanced at the clock, realizing she had been spaced out naked in her bed for the past hour as she recalled the night before.

She jumped out of bed, snatching the robe up and throwing it on quickly as she made her way out of her bedroom.

She passed to shut her door, aware her clothes were still strewn about and skipped as another rapping knock came.

“Coming!”

She turned the lock, pulling open the door to find a smiling silver haired man holding a box of chocolates in his hand.

“Good morning, I’m back with presents.”

Her heart skipped a beat as he pressed the box into her hand, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment before slipping back into his pockets.

“Ah Kakashi, how was it?!”

She anxiously pulled her robe tighter as she caught his gaze sliding over her momentarily.

“It was good, but there were times when I totally wished you were there.”

Her face flushed and she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, averting her gaze with a forced cough.

She chuckled and reached out to tap a fist to his shoulder.

“Yea right, I’m sure it was a breeze for you.”

He gave her a pouting look as she stuck a pink tongue out at him with a wink.

She was just so glad to see his face again, she didn’t even mind his teasing on this lovely Wednesday morning.

“Want to come in for a bit?”

He shook his head, giving her an apologetic look as he raised his palms.

“Ah, sorry. I just got back into town and haven’t been home to shower yet. I don’t want to stink up the place-“

“You can shower here!”

Kakashi blinked down at her as Sakura mouth hung open in shock at the words that left her own mouth.

‘Fuck fuck fuck!’

She had been so eager to be near him again that it tumbled from her lips before a single thought crossed her dumb head.

She stuck out her hands, waving frantically as he gave her a warm smile.

“No, uh, I mean…!”

“Sure, if that’s alright with you.”

She froze as he passed her, kicking his shoes off as he walked into her living room.

She turned to watch him as he stretched his arm above his head, his shirt pulling taught against defined abs that flexed under the strain.

“I was actually dreading running all the way across town to get home. I ran two full days to get back on time.”

She shut the door, eyes wide as she watched him stride toward the bathroom with a yawn.

He turned back to her, making her jump as her eyes shot back up from where they were watching his ass as he walked.

“Mind if I use your soap?”

She shook her head no and blushed as his eye crinkled in thanks.

“T-the towels are in the closet on the top. Make yourself at home.”

He gave her a wave of thanks as he shut the door and she had to make herself walk to the kitchen as the sound of a zipper could be heard.

She braced herself against the counter, hanging her head as she screamed internally.

'Okay, calm down. Don’t say shit about Itachi. Don’t even say his name out loud.'

Her eyes shot to her window and she gave a thankful sigh to see the blinds were closed.

'Kakashi is in your shower… naked.. don’t make it weird though!'

She argued with herself silently, feeling deranged as she began pacing the kitchen floor.

She brought her fingers to her face, sniffing them lightly and realizing they still smelled smelly.

‘Oh god oh god’ Her mind raced and she silently screamed as she remembered Kakashi’s incredible sense of smell.

‘What if he can tell? What if he knows??’

She darted across the living room and into her bedroom to meltdown in peace.

She grabbed the clothes off the floor and flung them into the hamper inside the closet with an angry huff.

‘He totally hates me! He thinks I’m weird and gross and wants nothing to do with me!’

She flopped onto her bed, rolling around in misery and freezing as the squeak of the shower signaled it was turned off.

After a moment of silence his voice came through muffled.

“Sakura, you’re out of towels.”

‘Fuck fuck fuck!’

She jumped up, running to the clean clothes basket she had shoved in the bottom of her closet and pulled out a wrinkled towel.

She quickly made her way down to the bathroom door and called out an embarrassed “Sorry”.

She closed her eyes as he opened the door, holding the towel out blindly and he chuckled as he took it.

“Don’t worry, the mask is on.”

Her eye cracked open, beginning to scan up from his feet to his legs and she shut them as she realized he was actually still completely naked.

“W-what the hell Kakashi! You are worried about the wrong thing being covered!”

He gave her a teasing chuckle, drying his hair with the towel before drying himself with it.

She kept her eyes shut tight until the shuffling of clothes stopped and he stepped past her to flop onto the couch.

She turned around, her hands shooting up to cover her eyes as she realized he was only in pants and mask.

“Sorry, my shirt had blood on it so I washed it and hung it up in there.”

Her own shirt was about to have blood on it if she didn’t cool her jets and quickly.

He moaned as he stretched out on her couch, his legs hanging off the side comically as he propped himself up on a bent elbow.

“Mind if I take a nap here? I’m beat.”

She choked a “sure” out before excusing herself to the restroom to brush her teeth and hair.

Realizing she was still in her robe and still probably smelled, she did a quick wash up and ran a brush through her tangled mess before quietly opening the door to a sleeping Kakashi.

She sighed, thankful his eyes were closed as she glanced over his chiseled arms and abs before making her way into the room to change.

She tossed the robe in the hamper, deciding she needed to wash it after the things that happened last night and shook the thought from her head as she put on a lightweight dress.

Kakashi needs his rest, so she is going to sneak out for some coffee and bring him back something to eat later. He was notorious for his two hour “power naps,” so she was sure she had plenty of time to get her head on straight before seeing his handsome self again.

The door clicked quietly behind her and she smiled as the sun shown down warmly on her skin.

Kakashi was back, and things would certainly go back to normal now, right?

…

Itachi sitting at her favorite table at her favorite shop with that look in his eye told her no, no it wouldn’t.

oOo

She blushed as he took her hand, pulling it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her thumb.

“Itachi, what are you doing?”

She hissed, pulling her hand free and glancing around at the people walking past.

He smirked, kicking a chair out for her and she sank down quickly, ducking her head in an attempt to hide.

He hummed, his eyes flicking red as he watched the heat spread down her throat and chest.

“Hm, only in private?”

She growled, snatching a menu to hide her face as she pretended to look through the options.

His voice made her breath shallow and she swallowed thickly, trying to slow her rapid heart beat at the hot touch of his lips.

How the hell was she ever going to relax with these two terrorizing her poor virgin heart?

She slammed the menu down, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared at the Uchiha.

“Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Who would I tell?”

Her mind flashed to Sasuke and he smirked, seemingly reading her thoughts as he rested his chin on his palm.

“I haven’t seen him in days. He’s too shy to face us again.”

Sakura snorted at the thought of Sasuke as shy. ‘But then again, there’s probably just a good of chance he’s a virgin too with how many missions he’s always away on.’

She shook the thought away, instead choosing to focus on the Uchiha in front of her.

“What do you want?”

“Probably the macchiato.”

She rolled her eyes, giving him a grimace as his eyes sparkled.

“With me.”

“Whatever you want to give.”

A silence stretched out between them and she shivered as his eyes slid down her dress.

His hand reached out and he crooked a finger under her chin to raise her eyes to his.

She blushed, quickly grabbing his wrist and standing up.

“Come with me.”

She yanked him to his feet, pulling him along into a secluded alleyway away from the eyes beginning to take notice.

She turned back to him with a huff, pointing a finger into his chest with a growl.

“You can’t do that stuff in public, people will talk!”

He hummed, closing the distance as he walked her back against a wall.

“Only when you ask, then.”

Her face flushed as he leaned in close, his lips inches from her mouth as his eyes swirled red.

She gasped as he caged her against the wall, his heat burning her even without direct contact.

A small whimper left her throat as he inhaled her scent, captivating her with a lick of his lips.

He stepped back, giving her a smirk as she looked up at him with glassy eyes, hugging her arms across her stomach as butterflies twisted it into knots.

“Do you want me, Sakura?”

She averted her gaze, biting her lip as she stared at the ground and kicked her sandal.

Kami she wanted him. After last night, she couldn’t wait to have more of him. But this was sudden and confusing…And what about Kakashi?

She hummed and he studied her as she twisted her shoe into the dirty anxiously.

“I need.. some time.”

‘To think about what’s going on in my life and get my feelings sorted out’ was left out, but Itachi hummed his acceptance.

“When you need me.. simply call for me.”

His presence was gone and she slumped against the wall, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

‘Okay, I really need to get someone’s advice… and NOT Ino’s.’

oOo

Chapter Text

Sakura made it back to her apartment in one piece somehow, bagels in hand for her former sensei.

Still sleeping shirtless on her couch.

She held up her hands, peeking through her fingers as she made her way into the kitchen to set up.

‘Damnit Kakashi, why do you gotta mess with my head too?’

As she was setting out the butter knife for cream cheese, Kakashi finally stirred, startling her with a loud yawn.

“Your shirt should be dry now, so hurry and put it on before you catch a cold.”

“Good morning to you too, Sakura.”

His voice was raspy and he peeked at her over the back of the couch with one sleepy eye.

She sneered at him as he hopped to his feet, leisurely strolling to the bathroom to grab his shirt.

She may or may not have snuck several peeks.

Kakashi shuffled himself through the living room (still fixing his shirt) and sat at the island to grab half a bagel.
His eye crinkled into a smile and she watched eagerly as his fingers pinched the top of his mask.

The fluttering of a birds wings caught her attention and by the time she looked back, the bagel was gone and the mask was firmly still in place.

“Oh come on! We’ve known each other how long and I still haven’t seen your face??”

She was definitely not pouting as she crossed her arms over her chest and Kakashi hummed innocently.

“Ah ah, I told you at the hot springs, you will see when you have earned it.”

Sakura scoffed.

“You always say that but I never know what that’s supposed to mean.”

She rolled her eyes, waving off his excuse like she always did when he was late to everything.

He pushed off from the bar stool, snatching another bagel as he made his way to the door.

“I have to run. I’ll catch you tomorrow for a spar if you’re up for it.”

Sakura gave him a warm smile as he kicked on his shoes and gave her a final wave goodbye before disappearing through the door.

She leaned against the counter, thinking to herself how nice it was to have someone around her apartment sometimes.

Her mind flashed to Itachi cooking her breakfast and quickly derailed to his hands on her body and red eyes staring through the mirror.

She shivered, a sudden chill running down her spine.

Emerald orbs slid to the bagels, her stomach doing flips as she thought about Kakashi and what he would think. Would he be weirded out? Would he look at her differently? Would he even care?

She sighed, slumping down to her elbows against the counter and hung her head.

‘I feel guilty. I don’t know what I should be doing anymore. Should I cut contact with Itachi? Should I tell Kakashi how I feel? What if Kakashi doesn’t feel the same way and it ruins our friendship? What if I don’t want to stop seeing Itachi?’

Sakura didn’t want to admit it, but she had slowly been developing feelings for Itachi. As much as he pissed her off, she appreciated the moments of kindness he’s showed her. He’s taken care of her, rescued her from weirdos at the bar, taken her home (more than once), cooked for her, been gentle with her, and scratched the itch she had been dying to have scratched for years.

And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to shut that door now that it’s been cracked open.

She hummed, staring up at the ceiling in thought.

A name popped into her head, and she knew what her next move should be.

oOo

“Hinata, are you free for dinner at my place tonight?”

Sakura leaned back in the hot bath, holding the cellphone between her ear and her shoulder as bubbles popped around her.

“Uh- sure. What time?”

“Six would be perfect, I have to get to bed early for work tomorrow.”

“Ah, that works for me. Naruto will be home around 7 though so I have to leave around then.”

Sakura hummed, giving her thanks as she hung up and set the phone on her fuzzy bathmat.

She slid down into the water, submerging herself as she pondered her confusing life.

Let’s hope Hinata is a better advice giver than Ino.

oOo

The girls sit on the couch, finishing their spaghetti as a movie plays in the background.

“So Hinata, I wanted to pick your brain a little if you don’t mind.”

Hinata set down her plate, wiping her mouth with a napkin politely as she turns towards the pinkette.

“Uh, sure Sakura-chan.”

Her voice was soft and kind, and Sakura almost felt bad about the chaos she was about to unleash onto the girl.

But she had no other hope.

“So, I’m having some boy troubles…”

Sakura shifted nervously in her seat, eyes darting across the room.

She checked the windows for crows but thankfully none were to be found.

She couldn’t help the anxious feeling in the back of her mind that one of them would show up and overhear.

Hinata reached out a gentle hand, placing it on her knee with a reassuring smile.

“Kakashi, right?”

Sakura’s emerald eyes widened and she grabbed her hand a little too harshly as she leaned in.

“How did you know??”

Hinata blushed faintly, looking a little pained but answered in a soft voice.

“Ino may have mentioned it to me… But I’m sure no one else knows.”

Sakura’s eye twitched and she made a mental note to shake the blonde down the next time she saw her.

“Well…. I think you should tell him. Nothing will change until he knows the truth. It takes courage but telling him how you feel is the correct move, I think.”

Sakura eyed her friend, taking note that her words came from her own true experience, and now she is engaged and living with the man of her dreams.

She nodded, deciding that Hinata’s advice was pure and most likely the best option given the similar situation, but swallowed thickly as she prepared the next issue.

“There’s another guy I like…”

Hinata sat silently, waiting for the pinkette’s leg to stop jumping.

She gave her knee a reassuring squeeze, encouraging her to continue.

Sakura huffed, staring at the ceiling contemplating the right words to say.

She knew Hinata probably couldn’t relate to liking two guys at once and was worried about what she would think of her.

But she decided to trudge on, feeling desperately like she needed another (rational) outside opinion.

“He kind of came out of nowhere… He’s really sweet and does nice things for me but I don’t really know if I like like him or not…. And how can you even like two people at the same time?”

Sakura gasped in air, having spat it out in one long breath and waited pointedly for Hinata to speak.

“Hmmm.”

Hinata shifted, her eyes rolling upward and Sakura could see the wheels turning.

She waited several silent moments before Hinata spoke again.

“I think…. As long as you’re not hurting anyone and everyone is happy… Then it’s not wrong. You have to talk to both of them and see how they feel.”

Sakura gave Hinata a pained look, and Hinata gave her another reassuring squeeze.

She couldn’t help the queasy feeling in her stomach, but decided ignoring everything would only make things harder.

She sighed, slumping back into the couch with a nod of acceptance and Hinata stood to take her plate to the kitchen.

Sakura picked hers up to follow and sat at the island as she rinsed them at the sink.

“Oh, one more thing Hinata…”

Hinata turned to her, plate in hand as she began to dry.

“So you and Naruto… You’ve…. Done stuff, right?”

Hinata almost dropped the plate on the floor.

She squeaked, face flushing red as she scrambled to grab the falling item.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You know… Sexy Stuff.”

Hinata quickly set the plate on the counter, grabbing her purse and taking out her phone to stare at the screen.

“Has he ever…. Like… watched you do stuff?”

Hinata cleared her throat, giving her a concerned look as she shifted in place, seeming as if she wanted to bolt straight for the door.

“Um…Well… N-Naruto’s shadow clone watched us.. once…”

Sakura shot up from her chair, hands slamming onto the counter loud enough to startle the woman again.

“Wait, watched you what?”

Hinata put the phone to her ear, pretending to take a call as she rushed past the pinkette into the living room.

“S-sorry Sakura, I have to go.”

The girl was already at the door and pulling the handle as Sakura reached for her.
“Hinata! Watched what???”

The girl was gone, a faint “bye Sakura” coming from behind the closed door and Sakura groaned, feeling as if she nearly had all her questions answered.

She desperately wanted to know if what happened between them was normal or some weird freaky stuff that average people didn’t do.

She thought about googling it, but decided that was a weird and embarrassing rabbit hole that she didn’t want to touch at this point in time.

As she walked back to her room, her mind mulled over what Hinata said and she decided she needed a plan of action.

First, she has to figure out how to tell Kakashi how she feels.

Should she ask him out to eat? Should she blurt it out after they were done sparring?

Sakura flopped back onto her bed, throwing an arm over her forehead as she stared blankly up at the ceiling.

Feeling her eyelids growing heavy, she decided it was a problem for future Sakura to deal with and crawled under the covers.

Tomorrow, she would put into motion plan Kakashi.

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Chapter Text

Future Sakura had a bad case of the crankies.

She decided to stop by her favorite coffee shop on the way to work and sat alone at the table, grumbling to herself as she wiped her tired eyes.

Tossing and turning all night did little to help the anxiety of her situation and she just wanted to call in sick and go back home.

Sakura tipped her cup, watching the whip cream slowly melt as her mind wandered back to the silver haired man for the millionth time.

The only good thing about this morning is that Itachi wasn’t harassing her in public.

She peered at the empty chair across from her with only a hint of sadness as she sipped her sugary drink.

 ‘Today’s the day.’

She had awoken with the determination that today was the day she would tell Kakashi how she felt.

After that, whatever happens is up in the air, but this needs to be done first.

The terrifying part would be his reaction.

Sakura was hoping that the mask covering most of his expression would soften the blow.

The air sucking through her straw signaled the end of breakfast and she stood and gathered her things.

Work would prove to be hell on earth with all the butterflies knotting in her stomach in preparation for tonight.

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“Fuuuuuck.”

Sakura banged her head on her desk, the clock showing the end of her shift and the beginning of her torment.

‘I was so confident and ready this morning.’

She pulled herself from the desk, shuffling her feet as she made her way to the door as slow as her brain felt.

‘I was a fool.’

She ran a shaky hand through her long hair as she made her way out of her office and through the hallway to the entrance.

How the hell did she think this would be a good idea?

Kakashi would be grossed out, deciding his former student was a creepy weirdo for thinking about her old sensei in such a salacious way and he would surely cut contact.

Her best friend would disappear from her life.

Just like Sasuke did.

She shook her head, trying to get rid of the sudden cloud that formed over her and sighed as she pulled open the heavy door of the hospital.

The night breeze whispered through her hair, tickling her cheek.

She raised her head to the moon, basking in its calm serenity as she solidified her resolve for tonight.

She thought back to her chat with Hinata and it gave her strength.

“This is it. I can do this.”

She pulled out her cellphone, staring at the crinkled eye of the silver haired man on her screen before hitting ‘call’.

“Hello? Sakura? What’s wrong?”

She gulped, her fist clenching at her side as her brows furrowed with conviction.

“Can you meet me at 8PM tonight, Kakashi?”

A shuffle was heard on the other end and then a soft sigh.

“You’re not hurt are you?”

“No, I’m fine. I just want to meet with you tonight”

Silence fell between them momentarily before his gentle voice answered.

“Okay, send me the address and I’ll be there.”

Her heart jumped at his affirmation and she pumped a silent fist in celebration.

Her voice was deceptively calm as she answered.

“Great, see you then."

She hung up quickly before a giddy squeal left her lips, feeling 10 years younger and she began skipping down the road towards her apartment.

“It’s 6:30. I have an hour to get ready, so I need to hurry.”

She ran the rest of the way, throwing herself into the shower and scrubbing harder than she ever had.

She eyed the razor on the shower shelf, grabbing it and cutting herself only once in her hasty removal of leg and armpit hair.

She blushed as she looked at the puff of pink hair between her legs, deciding that tonight was not the night to attempt to tame that beast.

When she was finished, she ran to her bedroom, ripping clothes off their hangers and tossing them onto the floor until she found the one.

The deep red, deep v neck, very short dress Ino had given her as a valentines day outfit for her “future boyfriend”.

That boyfriend never came, but the dress would finally get the use it deserved tonight.

And thank kami Sakura chose a bar, because she definitely needed liquid courage for the moment that would change the course of her love life forever (she hoped).

But there was no way in hell she was going to Ino’s favorite bar.

This one was reclusive. And on the other end of town.

She prayed no one she knew would be there to witness her devastating rejection.

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She pushed open the doors, and the eyes that met hers made several curses slip through her lips.

What the fuck was Sasuke doing here?!

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She clutched her phone in her hands, staring at the time as she contemplated hitting send on the text pending in the chat.

‘ABORT, ABORT, ABORT’

She ran to a booth in the corner, as far away as she could get from the Uchiha nursing a drink alone on the right corner of the small bar.

She chose the seat with its back to him, terrified of him seeing her face and praying he would stay in his spot or even better, leave.

He was the last thing she needed tonight.

A “woop” sound signified she had received a text and her heart leapt into her stomach as a new bubble appeared on the chat screen.

“Here.”

She fought to keep her behind in her seat, wanting to bolt through the fire escape and pretend she got held up at work.

A silver head of hair walked through the front doors and she lifted her arm with a forced smile as his eyes met hers.

As he walked toward her booth, she silently admired the black button up shirt with one tail tucked into his black slacks and closed toed dress shoes.

Wait, why the hell did he look like he was going to a funeral?

She noticed that even the mask his mask was black and his eye crinkled as he set his coat jacket onto the bench across from her.

“Hey, Sakura.”

She cleared her throat, tearing her eyes away from his body as he sat across from her, resting his elbows on the table as he picked up the menu.

His eyes met hers and she snatched the other menu, holding it up between them as she pretended to browse the appetizers.

“H-hey Kakashi. Glad you could make it.”

A moment of silent passed and he dropped his menu.

She watched as he sighed, leaning back onto the bench wall divider as he ran a hand through his hair tiredly.

He settled into his seat and crossed a leg over the other as his eye opened and went back to her.

“It’s good to see you’re alright. You never call… I thought you were dying.”

Sakura put a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh as he yanked on his tie, loosening it from his neck with a tired look.

“Heh…Is that why you’re dressed like that?”

He shot her a glare, crumpling a napkin and tossing it at her as she giggled, her shoulders relaxing at the action.

“Says you… Is that what you wish to be buried in?”

A faint blush painted her cheeks as he eyed her dress and she shot her tongue out at him.

He chuckled, crossing his arms on the table as he leaned forward, his eye softening as she reigned in her giggles.

The tension in her body instantly vanished and her smile resting into a gentle line.

That’s one of the things she loved about him, how he always made her feel comfortable and relaxed no matter the situation.

She mirrored his posture, crossing one smooth leg over the other as she leaned in over the menus.

“Sasuke’s here” she whispered in a hushed tone, her eyes darting to the side and his eyes followed to focus on the booth behind her.

He hummed, raising an eyebrow as he studied his former student then his gaze slid back to hers.

“Has he talked to you?”

She shook her head ‘no’ and he hummed, contemplative.

“I didn’t know he was a drinker.”

His voice was just as soft as hers and she giggled, her eyes closing in her delight, feeling like gossiping teenagers spying on their schoolmate.

As she opened them, she sucked in a breath through her nose in shock as his gaze held hers, their faces suddenly feeling closer than before.

His grey eye was beautiful, almost sparkling in the dim lights littering the small bar.

She cleared her throat, sitting back and fixing her bangs nervously as she broke their gaze.

“So, are you hungry?”

He leaned back, mirroring her posture as his eyes went back down to the menu.

“Not overly, I might just grab something to drink.”

She gulped, suddenly feeling like her throat was desperately dry and nodded her head, picking up her menu to study the alcoholic beverage sheet.

They sat in comfortable silence until the waiter appeared, asking for their drink orders.

He did a bourbon on the rocks and she asked for vodka.

He lifted a silver eyebrow at her as she asked for 3 shots of straight vodka, and the waiter left them with two glasses of water.

“3 shots, hm? What are we celebrating?”

She blushed, giving him a teasing glare as she took a long swig from her glass.

“Nah, I just had a long day at work and want to unwind.”

His eye gazed around the bar for a moment then settled back on her with an agreeing nod.

She missed the way his stare slid down her dress as she watched the front door open, an unknown couple coming through to sit at the bar.

Every damn time someone comes through those doors her heart does summersaults into her throat and she tried her best to shake off the anxiety with another swig of water.

Thankfully, their waiter came back quickly with the four drinks and she wasted no time in throwing back the first two shots.

Kakashi eyed her carefully as she slammed them down on the table, exhaling the burn that settled hotly in her belly.

She closed her eyes, relishing in the dizzy feeling that began to cloud her mind in the following minutes as it settled in.

She had skipped dinner today, so it shouldn’t take much until she is granted the courage for what was to come next.

Kakashi sipped his bourbon through his mask, resting on one elbow as his eye watched the ice settle into the liquid.

‘So, Kakashi, I need to tell you something.’

Sakura’s eyes furrowed, realizing she accidently said that in her head instead of out loud and Kakashi continued taking slow sips of his drink.

‘Gods he’s handsome.’

Sakura watched him, her head feeling light and her body tingling as she took in the way his black short sleeve shirt hugged his biceps perfectly.

A goofy smile broke out on her lips and she quickly downed the last shot of vodka as she unabashedly watched the glass raise to the outline of his lips.

He was aware she was watching him and also aware she was getting drunk as a flush lit both her cheeks and her chest in an enchanting way.

Kakashi set his glass down, clearing his throat as he pushed himself up from the table, hazy emerald eyes following his movements.

“I have to use the restroom, order me another when he comes back, please.”

She hummed, her head lolling to the side and she watched his ass sway as he walked away.

‘Fuck, get your head on straight girl. You came here for a reason.’

She shook her head, slapping her cheeks lightly as the main objective came back into focus.

Glancing at the restrooms near the front of the bar, she decided she should give herself one last pep talk and clean up before the deed happened.

Sakura heaved her heavy body up from the bench and took a moment to blink her eyes clear as she stood next to the table.

She slowly made her way to the hallway that led to both restrooms, taking note that the women’s and men’s doors were right across from each other.

She had to concentrate harder than she’d like to admit to figure out which one she was supposed to go through, but she made it in safely, no urinals or Kakashi in sight.

She splashed water on her face, grabbing a tissue to clean up a few flakes of mascara under her eye and studying herself in the mirror.

Her hair was long and wavy as it was still damp from the shower, half resting over the front of her shoulder and half down her back.

Her dress hugged all her curves, the deep v helping to make her modest chest look more voluptuous and she internally thanked Ino for the sexiest dress currently in her arsenal by far.

She turned in the mirror, admiring how round her ass looked with a wide goofy smile on her flushed cheeks.

She hoped Kakashi thought she looked hot, too.

Sakura hummed as she left the restroom but a sudden presence blocked the light from the bar, causing her to freeze in her place as she looked up to meet red eyes.

She gasped, the figure darkened with the shadows, only the three tomoe sharingan gleaming with their light.

She took a step back as the figure approached her and soon she was pressed against the dingy hallway wall.

His face came into view as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she gasped as the handsome, pale face hovered inches from hers.

“Sakura.”

His voice sent a shiver down her spine and she gulped thickly.

“Sasuke..”

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She watched as red eyes drifted to her lips, feeling a knot form in her stomach for the younger Uchiha she hadn’t felt in years.

He was looking at her.

His attention was fully focused on her and he was so close.

Her mind swam with old feelings, old memories of the yearning she had for Sasuke for her entire teenage years and then some.

How she had begged, pleaded for him to notice her and love her the way she had loved him.

The way he was looking at her made her head foggy and her body tense.

Her heart twisted as he drew closer, caging her in against the wall and her name on his lips made her bite her lip.

“Sakura… Maybe I want something I can’t have.. Maybe it’s because Itachi…”

His deep voice trailed off, his eyes scanning her expression and watching as she licked her lips nervously.

She swayed, her legs threatening to buckle under her and his hand caught her shoulder, holding her up.

She gasped as he leaned in, her eyes wide, locked onto the sharingan as his lips suddenly crashed into hers.

He broke the contact harshly and she shut her eyes against the swirling of tomoe as he continued to stare into her.

She could taste the alcohol on his lips, and clenched her fists at her side as her heart hammered in her chest.

Hazy emerald eyes peeked open and she tensed as Sasuke’s fingers dug into her shoulder.

He leaned in again and her hands shot up to his chest.

This didn’t feel right.

Sakura felt nauseous.

Whether it was the alcohol or the suddenness, she felt sick to her stomach as Sasuke began leaning closer again.

She opened her palms against his warm chest, pushing against him as his lips hovered inches above hers.

His eyes were a deep red.

They terrified her as they swirled wildly in her vision and his body pushed solidly against her.

“Sasuke, no-“

His mouth crashed into hers a second time,  causing her sentence to go unfinished and muffled against his lips.

Her throat felt like it was on fire, her stomach twisting angrily and she shoved against him, using chakra to push the Uchiha off her and gasped as her lips were freed.

She felt incredibly dizzy, her vision blurred and her legs trembling underneath her as she caught herself against the wall.

He took a step toward her. His arm outreached and she whimpered as his hand grabbed her arm roughly.

“Sakura..”

His voice was a low growl, all she could see of his face was the red of his eyes and she felt trapped, caught in his grasp in a way that made her feel helpless.

She growled, glaring at him as she wiped her mouth with her free hand.

“Sasuke, I said no.”

He tried yanking her toward himself but she ripped her arm out of his grasp, cocking her fist back and swung out towards his eyes, making contact with a satisfying crack.

Sasuke stumbled, grunting as he caught himself against the wall and held the side of his head with a pained expression.

Tears prickled at her eyes as Sakura grimaced, feeling the pain in her knuckles and the ache in her heart as she realized the man she used to be in love with had forced himself on her.

She sniffled, looking up at his beautiful, pitiful face as she willed back the tears and stomped her way out of the hallway.

Her hands were shaking as she touched her lips, noting how they felt bruised and swollen as she made her way back to the booth.

She held her head in her hands, her hair making a curtain around her as she held in sobs.

“Kakashi….”

‘Rescue me.’

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The men’s door opened and Kakashi stepped out, running a hand through his hair as he had finished cleaning up.

The way Sakura looked tonight did funny things to his stomach and he had needed to excuse himself to pull it all together.

He had heard her voice in the hallway and decided it was probably about time he come back out of hiding and face her like a man.

He stopped, seeing a man hunched over, leaned against the wall in a way drunks usually do.

A familiar grunt made him pause.

“Sasuke, where’s Sakura? Did you see her come through here?”

Sasuke straightened, holding his head with one hand as his eye crinkled in pain.

“Yea… I saw her. She hit me.”

Kakashi froze, hearing Sakura’s voice in his head again from moments ago and realized she had been saying “no”.

He eyed the Uchiha, stepping closer and locking eyes with dark black.

“Why did she hit you…”

“I kissed her.”

Kakashi’s fist clenched at his side, watching as the Uchiha licked his lips, tasting her.

“After she said no…?”

“I kissed her again.”

Kakashi’s hand shot out before he realized.

His grip clenched around the collar of the younger man’s shirt, Sasuke letting out a choked sound as he was pushed against the wall and lifted into the air.

“You forced yourself on her..”

Kakashi’s voice was dangerous.

Sasuke squinted, his hands coming up to grab Kakashi’s fist and his brows furrowed angrily.

“She told me she loved me.”

“Three years ago. Not anymore.”

Kakashi pushed his fist into Sasuke’s throat, causing his sharingan to activate as Sasuke grit his teeth in protest.

Because of his drunken state, or maybe because Kakashi had been training with the strongest ninja in the leaf, Sasuke was unable to overpower his former sensei.

“Listen up you little shit. If you lay another hand on Sakura without her consent, I’ll wipe you from the face of the earth.”

His voice was deep, a promise, as he pulled his former student from the wall only to throw him back into it with a loud thud and the Uchiha slumped to the ground.

Sasuke coughed, grabbing at his neck as Kakashi hurried out of the hallway, desperately searching for her.

She wasn’t at the booth.

Kakashi sprinted to the bar, asking the bartender if he had seen her and they pointed to the door.

Kakashi threw a fifty on the bar and ran for the entrance, yanking it open as he looked around desperately.

He pulled back his headband, revealing his sharingan and scanning the area only to come up empty.

He called out to her, his voice strained as he began running through the streets.

Kakashi found her curled into a ball in an alleyway, a stray cat sniffing her before hissing and running away.

“Sakura.”

She lifted her head, tears trailing silently down her flushed cheeks as she stared into the sharingan.

She stiffened, hugging her knees tighter and Kakashi pulled his headband back down over his eye quickly, noting her hesitation.

“It’s me, Kakashi.”

His voice was soft and gentle, feeling like a blanket wrapping around her shoulders in the cold night.

She wiped her eyes, begging her lip not to tremble as he looked down to her with his arm outstretched.

“Let’s go home.”

She nodded, taking his hand and he pulled her to her feet.

She pressed in close to him and he hovered an arm over her shoulders, only there as support when she stumbled.

Soft sniffles were heard as they walked together through the night.

Soon they reached her door and she pulled a key from her bra and inserted it into the lock.

Kakashi pushed it open, waiting for her to go in as he stared at the entrance.

She looked back at him, giving Kakashi a frown as he refused to enter in after her.

“You might feel better if you go in alone. Get some rest and I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

She whimpered, feeling tears sting her eyes again as she reached for the older man.

“Please… Come in with me.”

He sighed, giving in as she gave him a pathetic look, wobbling in her heels.

“Fine, but only to help you get into bed.”

He stepped in, bending down to untie his shoes and then reached out to undo the clasp of her heel as she lifted her foot out to him.

She stepped out of it and lifted her other foot to him, feeling dizzy and incapable of bending down to undo them without possibly falling on her face.

He set them aside and she took a step back to let him into the living room.

He reached up to undo his tie fully, letting it hang against his black button up and his eye softened as Sakura yawned, hugging her arms around her stomach.

He tried desperately to keep his eyes off her chest, and was admittedly foiled as she turned around, his eyes immediately going to the perfect roundness of her bottom.

He grunted, tearing his eyes away from the drunken girl in front of him as he made his way to the bathroom.

“Wait there for a moment, I’ll help you into bed.”

She hummed and he closed the bathroom door behind him, leaning against the sink and looking at himself in the mirror.

His mind had been wandering with sensual thoughts of her as soon as he saw her in that dress.

She was stunning.

There was no doubt in his mind that Sakura was beautiful, but seeing her tonight had done funny things to his usual self control and he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to knock some sense into his lower half.

He looked at his reflection, feeling old and disgusting as the poor woman stood in the other room, having been violated by her former teammate and in a vulnerable position.

Kakashi would not let anything else happen to her.

He clenched his fist, wishing he had socked the Uchiha on the other side of his head for what he had done to Sakura.

But Sakura used to love Sasuke.

Kakashi remembered young Sakura, pining over the brooding boy and saw the hurt in her eyes as the years went on.

Her love was never returned, the object of her affection having hurt her over and over and even trying to take her life.

Kakashi thanked the gods above he was able to stop him.

He shook his head, trying to focus on the girl in the other room and how he needed to help her.

He would get her into bed and leave. The last thing she needed right now was a horny old guy ogling her.

Kakashi opened the door, smiling as Sakura had strewn herself along the top of the couch like a big cat.

“Come on now, lets get you into bed.”

She groaned, her head lolling to the side as she stared up at him with lidded emeralds.

He gently scooped her up to her feet, allowing her to use him as a crutch as she wobbled her way into the bedroom.

He stifled a chuckle as he surveyed the various shirts, skirts, and underwear littering her floor, choosing to ignore the lacy black number laying by the mirror.

Pulling back the covers, Kakashi helped her slip between them and turned away quickly as she began shimmying out of the deep red dress.

Movement caught his eye and he cursed internally as the mirror reflected back to him the image of her red bra beginning to become unclasped.

“I’m gonna go now.”

His untucked shirt was grabbed as he tried to make a step towards the door and he froze, staring blankly into the corner as she tugged gently.

“Wait….Stay.”

He turned back to her, his eye securely focused on her face as she pouted her lip out to him.

The cover was pooled helplessly in her lap, but Kakashi refused to allow his eye to wander as the pinkette tugged his shirt again.

He reached out, carefully pulling it up to cover her and leaned over her to wipe a tear from her cheek.

“You’re safe now, I’ll keep watch outside to make sure.”

He stiffened as she grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling it in and forcing him to follow as he drew dangerously close to blurry green eyes.

“I want you… to stay.”

Her voice was a whisper and he jumped as soft lips pressed against him through his mask.

Her eyes were closed, her nose pressing gently against his as her plush lips melded against his own.

He took her hand gingerly, unwinding her fingers from his shirt as he pulled away slowly.

Her eyes peeked open, long lashes fluttering up at him as emerald orbs glistened wetly.

“Sakura, you’re upset. You’re drunk.”

He laid a hand on her shoulder, lowering her down to lay against the pillows as he tucked the blankets up to her neck.

“You need sleep. I’ll stay here if you really want, but promise me you’ll close your eyes… and keep your hands…and mouth… to yourself.”

She pouted, licking her lips and he fought desperately not to taste his own.

She hummed, patting the bed next to her and he sighed, eyes rolling up to the ceiling as he repeated a silent mantra in his head.

‘dead kittens, dead kittens, dead kittens…’

He peered around her room, looking for something baggy to put her in but all he could see were crop tops and panties with bows on them.

He shook his head, thinking about how stupid he was being, but decided that if she wanted him to stay, he would stay.

‘To protect her.’

Long fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it open, sliding it down his arms and folding it nicely to set on the foot of her bed.

His hands went to his belt, but decided against it as he left his pants intact.

He turned back to the softly snoring woman, admiring how pink bangs swept perfectly against pale skin and reached for one of the pillows on the other side.

He slowly crawled into bed, putting the pillow between them as he turned his back to her and willed himself to fall asleep quickly.

Several hours later, the sound of her exhales finally swept him into unconsciousness.

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Chapter Text

Sakura awoke, unwilling to open her eyes as she felt the heaviness of her body.

She groaned, snuggling in closer to the pillow wrapped in her arms and stretched out her legs.

Her fingers pressed into it, pulling it tightly into her chest and she burrowed her nose into it.

It felt eerily like flesh.

Her eyes slid open, a black swirl pressed against her cheek.

Fingers twitched against her thigh, and she froze as she realized she was cuddling a fucking arm.

Her heart jumped into her throat, choking a sound from it as she blinked her eyes fully open to find herself curled around Kakashi’s arm, him laying shirtless on his back with his other arm laying over his eyes.

She swallowed thickly, noting her bear breasts pressed firmly against his skin and prayed to god he hadn’t noticed.

Memories of last night floated through her mind.

Sasuke forcing kisses on her lips.

And her forcing her own onto the copy ninja laying in her bed.

She blushed, hiding her face against the anbu symbol on his shoulder as she wished to simply go back to sleep and never wake up.

His arm moved and she pretended to be asleep as he stirred beside her.

Kakashi felt her movement, stirring him from sleep as his body prickled with sweat.

His fingers twitched, and he realized they were sandwiched between soft thighs.

His eye peeked open, spotting the source of the heat as the pinkette clung to his side, tangled around his arm.

He duly noted she was still topless as her breasts pressed into him, causing him to grimace at the tight feeling in his pants.

He groaned, rubbing his arm over his eyes as he willed his body to behave.

He needed to make sure she was alright, not traumatize her further.

Kakashi gently pulled his arm from her grasp, ignoring the feel of her body and he quickly pulled the blanket up to her chin.

He watched her eyes move under her lids, taking a moment to appreciate the mess of long pink hair strewn around the bed before he moved to sit.

Sakura felt him sit up next to her and decided it was now or never.

She needed to face him and what happened last night, naked or not.

“Good morning..”

Her voice was rasp and she pulled the cover over her mouth as he gazed down at her with a lidded grey eye.

“Morning.”

She shifted, holding the blanket securely in one hand as she sat up next to him, a blush tinting her cheeks.

Her eyes quickly slid down his bare chest without permission and she snapped them back up to his face.

He gave no indication that he noticed, his eye focused on hers.

“Kakashi.. About last night.”

He held up a hand, his eye crinkling as he stopped her.

“It’s alright. You were too drunk to know what you were doing. No hard feelings.”

Her lips pressed into a hard line and her heart sank into her stomach at his words.

She lowered the blanket, tucking it under her arms as she reached to rest her hand on his arm.

“No, it’s not that…”

She leaned forward, chewing her lip nervously as she reached up to rest her hand on his collar bone in a desperate plea.

“Sakura.”

She pulled him gently forward, and he did not fight as she leaned over his legs to press a soft kiss to his masked lips.

Her eyes fluttered open, looking up at the silver haired man shyly as his grey eye was wide in surprise.

“I did it with intention”

She whispered against his mask, soaking him in the warmth of her breath as he stayed frozen in place.

“What was the intention?”

His voice was hushed and she answered with another soft kiss, the whisper of a touch so gentle he wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t seen it happen.

She pulled back slowly, her eyes never leaving his as her pulse raced wildly in her throat.

This was the moment.

It wasn’t how she had planned and it wasn’t romantic or well thought out, but this was the moment she received her answer.

Her only regret was that he wasn’t her first kiss, having had that stolen the night before by her ex teammate.

Some part of her kissed Kakashi to erase Sasuke.

She felt the draw to cover her lips in Kakashi’s taste, to dissolve any other man from her lips and replace it with only him.

The look in his eye told her that he didn’t hate it.

Kakashi reached for her, cupping her cheek in his large hand as he studied her face for a silent moment.

“You’re not still drunk, are you?”

She growled, swatting his hand away from her face and she leaned forward back into his warmth.

“No I’m not fuckin’ drunk, Kashi. I just like you.”

He took her hand, bringing it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her bruised knuckles as he locked eyes with her.

“Are you sure?”

His body was rigid, slightly leaned away from her with a hesitant look in his eye, even as he still held her hand to his lips.

He was terrified of taking advantage of her. Well aware of how much younger she was and how she may still be in a vulnerable state, reaching out to him for misguided comfort.

Nonetheless, the feeling of her lips against his was intoxicating and he only had one last cell of resolve in him before his will was broken.

He had to make sure she knew what she was doing, and it was for the right reasons.

She rolled emerald eyes at him, blushing as her hand closed around his and looked up at him, large doe eyes holding him hostage.

“I’m sure… I’ve liked you for a long time, Kakashi….”

She squirmed in her place, feeling whiny and needy but she was dying to feel his warmth again.

“I want you to kiss me… If you feel the same way about me”

He paused only for a moment before pulling her arm to bring her in close to him and pressed a gentle clothed kiss to her lips.

He loosened his grip and she wrapped both arms around the top of his shoulders, pulling him in closer as she inhaled his scent.

Her head swam and sparks flew behind her eyes and she finally pulled back to look into his face, her own flushing hotly and she panted lightly.

“Sakura…”

His voice trailed off as his palm pressed against the small of her back and he took her lips again, cursing the mask that separated them and she moaned against him.

He scooped her up, laying her onto her back, their lips still pressed together as he held himself over her.

Her eyes still closed, Kakashi tugged his mask down, quickly dipping back in to feel the softness of her unfiltered lips.

She gasped, suddenly realizing cloth was replaced with skin as he kissed her.

Her mouth gaped open and she whined as his tongue swiped between soft buds.

She opened her eyes, only able to see his headband and closed lid as she opened wider, allowing his tongue to move against hers in a swirling motion that made her toes curl.

‘Kakashi…’

Her eyes slid closed as he lowered his body against hers and she could feel the taut muscles through the cover.

Oh how she wished there was no cover in that very moment.

She reached for the blanket and his hand caught hers, holding it hostage as his tongue did wonders to the heat building between her legs.

Damn, Kakashi was one hell of a kisser.

His tongue left her mouth and he pulled back, holding her hand in front of his naked face to hide his mouth as he stared down at her, looking a little frazzled.

She had to keep herself from laughing at the coy look he was giving her, hiding behind her hand like a shy child.

Her lips felt full and swollen and she licked them, moaning internally at his taste as she caught her breath.

“What, I still haven’t earned the right to see your face?”

He paused, eyeing her and decided that she most certainly had earned the right, being the one who made the first move three times now.

“Don’t laugh” he murmured against her knuckles.

He slowly inched her hand away and Sakura gasped as his face was finally revealed to her.

He was gorgeous.

Better than gorgeous, he looked like a goddamn angel.

His skin perfectly smooth, straight nose, and plush lips stretched over a perfect handsome smile.

She could tell how anxious he was as her eyes slid over the mole next to the corner of his mouth and she couldn’t help the small laugh that left her throat.

His eyebrow furrowed and his lips pulled down into a frown that looked so exaggerated and comical on his newly exposed face that she laughed even harder.

“What, am I that hideous?”

He grimaced as she cupped his cheek, running her thumb over his skin softly and willed herself to shake off the giggles.

“No, god no! I just can’t believe we were right all along.”

Her finger brushed the mole by his lips and he softened as she gave him a wide grin, her mouth looking thoroughly pink and kissed.

“You do have a mole here!”

He rolled his eye, leaning back down to capture her lips again in a heated kiss that left her breathless.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned as his weight settled on her, his tongue exploring every inch of her.

Gods the way he kissed her.

Her hands came up and she ran shaky fingers through his hair as he dived deeper.

He tasted hot and salty and she couldn’t get enough of this new wonderful feeling of him inside her.

Her body burned and she wiggled under him, wanting to feel him and taste him everywhere.

They parted and her eyes opened, feeling heavy and she felt dizzy as she looked up into his beautiful face as he licked her saliva from his lips.

Her hands still tangled in his hair, she pulled on the knot at the back of his headband and it fell loose onto her chest.

He stared down at her, one grey and one red eye watching every expression as she took in the full sight of him.

She burned the image of his face into her mind, her stomach tying into knots as she gazed down his strong chest and chiseled abs.

The veins in his arms thrummed as he reached for her hand, pulling it to his lips to press another delicate kiss to her knuckles.

“I’m sorry… for what happened with Sasuke last night. I should have been there.”

She shook her head, blushing at his intimate kiss as his eyes locked into hers.

“It’s not your fault. Besides, I think I knocked some sense into him. Don’t think he’ll try that again.”

He chuckled, his breath hot against her skin and she sat up and pulled his lips into hers.

The blanket slid to her waist as she placed her palms against his chest, feeling the muscles tense as his tongue delved inside eager lips.

Her hand slid lower, down his pecks and abs to rub nervously against the bulge in his slacks and his hand caught hers as he pulled back.

“You don’t have to do anything, Sakura. There’s no rush.”

She blushed, feeling entirely out of her experience level as she gently pushed against his grip to rest against him.

“I-I want to. If you want me to.”

His grip loosened and she ran a hesitant palm along his shaft, causing a tremor through his body as he tensed.

His other hand cupped her jaw, catching her gaze as he watched her chest heave in excitement from the corner of his vision.

She bit her lip nervously, unsure if he was enjoying the feeling of her hand but she desperately wanted to make his body ache the way hers currently did for him.

She was well aware her chest was exposed, deciding to focus on the feel of his thick member in her palm instead of the way his eyes drifted.

She was anxious, worried her body wasn’t up to par for the older man but the way his lips parted as she stroked him gave her confidence.

She pushed him backwards, following as he lay on his elbows and she crawled over him.

Her hand continued rubbing against the cloth of his pants and his member pulsed under her ministrations.

His eyes lidded and he licked his lips as he cupped a hand behind her head and pulled her into another hot kiss that ended with her panting.

“Sakura..”

Her name on his lips made her body feel hot and her hand moved faster, relishing in the way his muscles tensed at her touch and his head rolled back and eyes closed with a silent moan.

“Kakashi..”

She pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his heart beat wildly as he tensed and let out a choked sound underneath her.

He took her hand, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss as he fell back onto the bed and she collapsed on top of him with a squeak.

His chest heaved as he caught his breath and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing a shy kiss to his skin.

She perked up to look into his face, watching as sweat bead at his temple and admiring his strong jaw and perfectly straight nose.

It felt like a dream as he wrapped his arms around her, crinkling an eye open and a sweet smile played on his lips.

She smiled back, the memory of all his unseen smiles finally complete as he lay under her.

She leaned up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, blushing as she felt the contented hum in his chest as her breasts pressed against him.

In one quick sweep, he flipped them over, Sakura sprawled on her back as he crouched over her, his eyes lidded as he watched her quick breaths.

She nervously went to cover herself but Kakashi’s large hands caught her wrists, pressing them to her shoulders.

“There’s nothing to be worried about, Sakura. You’re perfect.”

She yelped as he leaned down, pressing a hot kiss to her nipple and her hips wiggled as his tongue lavished the bud.

She watched in awe as his perfect mouth worked her over, feeling frozen as his eyes held her in his dark gaze.

He switched to show the other attention and she let out a breathy moan as his hand slid down to knead and squeeze her.

“Kakashi…” his name was a whimper on her lips and she silently begged for more.

His hand traveled down to her womb and she bucked her hips urging it to continue and moaning as warm fingers rubbed her through white cotton panties.

“Is this okay?”

She gave an affirmative noise shaking her head yes over and over until his finger circled her bud and she fell back into the pillows with a strangled scream.

He watched her, his sharingan taking in every bead of sweat, every heave of her chest as her eyes closed in ecstasy.

He has been dreaming of this for months, ever since catching a glimpse of her at the hot springs and he was incredibly grateful that she didn’t find him repulsive after finally exposing his face to her.

Kakashi sucked the taut pink bud into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue as he tasted the sweet fragrance of her skin.

She smelled wonderful.

And the more his finger worked on her, the more wonderful her scent became.

Kakashi inhaled, feeling his pants tighten again as she filled the room with a sweet and musky odor.

He moved down her body, wanting, needing to get more of her as his lips kissed the bow at the top of her panties.

“Is this okay?”

Sakura propped herself onto her elbows, unable to look away as Kakashi slid down until his breath was close enough to feel against her wet folds.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she bit her lip, nodding a quick ‘yes’ and trying to control the trembling in her legs as he pressed a kiss just north of her pulsing flesh.

She blushed, her chest flushing as he inhaled deeply and his tongue swirled a circle against her, causing her to jump at his touch.

She groaned internally, feeling like a total virgin embarrassing herself in front of the man of her dreams as he stared up at her.

Her body trembled and her hips involuntarily bucked as his tongue ran a line along her folds.

She could tell her panties were soaked as he licked his lips and drew another line that ended at her clit.

“F-fuck…”

It slipped through her lips as her mouth hung open, dry and needy as he swiped up and down her most sensitive area, his eyes never leaving hers for a moment as she trembled and jumped beneath him.

Her last thought was how incredibly sexy he looked between her legs before flashes of stars lit her eyelids, mind going blank except for his name.

It spilled from her lips over and over, his mouth refusing to let up as her orgasm rocked her, chest heaving and knees shaking with a whimper.

She closed her eyes tight, her body feeling heavy and hot as she tried to catch her breath.

After a moment of no movement, she peeked down at him, a yelp leaving her throat as his tongue licked up her again, sending a lightning bolt through her spine.

He hummed, licking her wetness through the panties and she grabbed his hair, tugging weakly as she whimpered his name.

“Kakashi… ah! Kakashi, come here.”

He obliged, licking his mouth as he climbed up her body and pressed a wet kiss to her lips, pulling back to look down into her red face.

Her hands came up to cover her expression and he chuckled as she peeked through her fingers up at him.

“W-was that okay?”

“More than okay.”

She hummed, feeling suddenly shy as the maskless Kakashi smiled down at her, closing his sharingan eye with a crinkle of his other.

“So… did that mean you like me back?”

His eye rolled up, staring at the ceiling with a sigh as it slid back down to her.

“I thought that much was obvious.”

He rolled to his side, causing a squeak from the pinkette as he pulled her to lay against his bare chest.

His lower half screamed at him for more, but he decided he was far too comfortable to acknowledge it.

Sakura pressed into his hard chest, laying a hand across his stomach and her face nestled into him.

She had never felt more safe and warm in her life.

Her mind began to wander and suddenly her chest tightened when she began thinking about the future.

There were still so many problems left unsolved.

What did this mean for her and Kakashi? What did it mean for her and Itachi?

She closed her eyes, feeling herself fall into sleep as her mind continued to race.

When she awoke, she needed to sort this all out.

oOo

Chapter Text

When she woke again, the shower was running, steam pouring from the cracked bathroom door.

Sakura stretched, rolling the crink out of her neck and blushing at the wet feel between her legs.

He had tasted her.

Touched her, kissed her, smelled her.

She squealed silently, shaking her head in her hands as her poor virgin brain exploded with the images of him looking up at her.

She jumped, snapping to her feet to throw on clothes as the faucet squeaked and the running water turned off.

A crop top and shorts were thrown on hastily as she kicked the remainder of clothes into her closet.

She stood awkwardly in the middle of her room, eyes going round as Kakashi walked in, hair dripping wet and towel tied low on his hips.

She didn’t miss the fact that his mask was back in place.

She swallowed, raising her eyebrow at him as his eye crinkled at her.

“We’re back to the mask, I see.”

He hummed, walking to the foot of the bed to pick up his shirt and turned back towards the bathroom.

“I can’t just run around naked all the time, it’s weird.”

She eyed his back, noting that he was far more comfortable going shirtless than barefaced with silent disappointment.

He left the room to change, and Sakura thanked the gods because her little heart had been through enough in the last 24 hours without being exposed to a full frontal Kakashi.

Her hand clenched and she blushed, shaking away the memory as she made her way to the kitchen.

As she began searching through the fridge for something to eat, he joined her, finishing the buttons on his shirt as he sat at the island.

She grimaced, pulling a pathetic expression as she looked into the barren shelves.

“Time to go shopping?”

Nodding her head as she shut the door, she turned to face him.

“To be honest, I hardly ever eat at home…”

She trailed off, looking at her empty apartment and gave him a small smile, feeling glad that he was here.

“Well, you know what they say. A home cooked meal always tastes better than takeout.”

“Maybe if I had someone to share it with..”

He watched the pinkette kick her toes into the floor, a blush on her cheeks as she looked up at him with doe eyes.

He hummed, thinking about his own lonely apartment and thought it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Well, would it make you feel better if I stopped by every once in a while to join you?”

She beamed up at him, her eyes sparkling with joy and she cleared her throat as she tried to hide her excitement.

“Sure, I guess. If you want.”

She could see the outline of a smile through his mask and it made her insides feel warm and fuzzy to be able to picture it in her mind.

She made a mental note to force him to take his mask off, at least once per meal if she could.

Afterall, it’s a crime to hide such enchanting good looks.

oOo

He had left that morning, but not without a hasty peck to the lips courtesy of eager Sakura.

She honestly couldn’t believe he felt the same way as her but she decided to try soaking up every ounce of him she could.

She only managed to wait 2 hours before sending him a “dinner at mine?” text.

She had the entire day to daydream about him but reality slowly crept in as her mind wandered to Itachi.

She thought about how sweet he was, how kind and patient and…

She blushed as she remembered their encounter, having stored that memory in a separate compartment of her thoughts.

Her first touch from a man. The first time anyone had seen her naked, seen the ecstasy in her eyes.

She wondered if he thought about her.

She had kept him at a distance, leaving him unanswered and unfinished as he waited for her to figure out her feelings.

Guilt crept into her stomach and weighed there heavily.

She couldn’t fathom the thought of giving up Kakashi, but also didn’t want to give up what she had with Itachi, however brief.

She hummed, wishing she could ask Kakashi what to do and jumped when her text notification went off.

“Sure, I’ll bring ingredients.”

Her heart flipped and she groaned, throwing herself face down into her bed and greedily inhaling Kakashi’s scent.

Well fuck. Maybe she should just ask Kakashi. She just had to find a tactful way to do it.

She ripped herself from her bed, throwing herself into the shower as she became lost in thought.

Itachi would get his answer, one way or another.

oOo

“Have you ever been with two people at the same time?”

Kakashi choked, the ladle falling from his fingers and she jumped down to catch it before it hit the floor.

He snapped to look at her, his unmasked face pulled into a strange expression as he cleared his throat.

“Excuse me?”

She blushed, clamping a hand over her mouth and his lips pulled into a teasing grin as she handed him back the utensil.

She silently cursed, having realized that was the weirdest and stupidest way she could have chosen.

She opened her mouth to backtrack, but he was already answering, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Well now Sakura, I never thought you’d ask. Since you’re so curious, yea, I’ve had a few threesomes in my day. Even a foursome one time with these two-“

“No, no, no, no!”

She clamped her hands over his mouth, eyes wide and face a deep red as he chuckled against her palms.

That was definitely not jealousy that twisted in her stomach.

She released him and he continued stirring the pasta, giving her a wink as she leaned against the counter to his side.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear anxiously, looking up to study his profile as his eyes watched the pot boil.

“N-not what I meant… What I meant was… Have you… Ever had feelings for more than one person at a time?”

He hummed, glancing at her from the corner of his eye and moving back to the pot as she wrung her hands nervously in her lap.

 A moment of silence passed as he stirred the pasta, the movement not breaking as he asked,

“Is this about Itachi?”

She sputtered, looking around the room and holding her cheeks as she thought of the correct answer.

She studied his face and it didn’t crack, no sign of hurt, anger, sadness to be found.

She gulped, deciding now was the time to admit it.

“Yes.”

The scraping of the ladle continued then he tapped it against the top, allowing the dripping to stop as he shut off the burner and turned towards her.

She gasped as his hand came up to cup her jaw, his voice gentle as he spoke.

“Would it cause you pain for you to stop seeing him?”

She twisted her hands together, biting her lip like a kid afraid to be punished as she looked up at him through her lashes.

She shyly nodded her head ‘yes’ and his thumb rubbed a circle against her cheek reassuringly.

“Then don’t. Whatever makes you happy, Sakura, makes me happy.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek and turned back to begin straining the noodles.

She sighed, the knot in her stomach beginning to loosen as she watched Kakashi dump the noodles back into the pot and grab the sauce.

“You don’t hate me?”

He grabbed two plates, her following behind him uselessly as he set the island and served out their portions.

“Nope.”

“You promise?”

Kakashi reached out, putting a hand to the top of her head and his eyes crinkled into a genuine smile as he ruffled her hair at her protest.

“As long as I can stay with you, that’s more than enough for me.”

She blushed, reaching up to fix her hair as he patted the stool next to him.

She grabbed her fork, shoving a large portion of spaghetti into her mouth to cover the choking feeling she felt in the back of her throat.

Kakashi laughed, wiping a speck from her cheek and turning to enjoy his own meal as they ate in comfortable silence.

Now the second hard part comes, talking to Itachi.

oOo

Kakashi had given her one last final kiss before pulling the mask into place and heading through the door.

Sakura sighed, leaning against it as her stomach lit with warmth and she pulled herself into bed.

She was determined to get a good night’s rest, deciding that Itachi had waited long enough for her and she would talk to him after work tomorrow.

Her mind drifted to sleep, a crow standing silently on her windowsill watching over her throughout the night.

oOo

She stared at her phone, blinking dumbly at her contacts as his name was missing.

“Shit. He said to call him, but I forgot I don’t even have his number.”

Her head lolled back, staring at the ceiling of her office as the clock hit 6pm.

It was time for her to leave, and she had no idea where to find him.

She sighed, figuring that he might eventually just show up like he always does as she pulled on her coat and made her way to the entrance.

To her dismay, she waited all night, but he was nowhere to be found.

oOo

Sakura was feeling desperate, ready to stomp up to the Hokage tower and ask Naruto himself if he could get in contact with the Uchiha for her.

It felt like forever since she had seen him around, and she was starting to get worried at his lack of ‘randomly showing up all over the fucking place’ ness.

She stared at the chair across from her table at the coffee shop, her stomach twisting knots at the emptiness.

“Itachi, where the hell are you?” she whined.

As his name left her lips, a sudden presence sent a chill down her spine.

She turned to meet red eyes glowing down at her, the form not having fully manifested as the shadows tapered in.

They solidified and Itachi stood before her, tall and handsome with a cocky smirk on his lips, looking every bit the vision she remembered him to be.

His dark blue tee shirt and black pants fit his body snugly and she could not help as her eyes appreciated the sight.

“You called, Sakura?”

She blushed, giving him a meek smile as she motioned to the chair across the table.

His eyes slid down her body briefly before he walked to the chair and gracefully took a seat.

“Itachi.. Where have you been?”

His eyes danced as he smirked at her, resting his chin on his palm against the table as he held her gaze.

“What, did you miss me?”

She blushed and he crossed his legs, his dark hair blowing in the breeze as he batted long lashes at her.

“I told you, call for me and I would come.”

She sputtered, realizing in all her worry that he had meant for her to literally call out his name for him to appear.

She ran a hand through her bangs, hissing at the Uchiha as his lips pulled into a feral looking grin, red eyes swirling dangerously.

Why did she feel like he had her on the ropes and not the other way around?

She swallowed thickly, biting her lip as she prepared to speak.

“So… okay, lets talk about it. But not here. My place?”

She shot him a glare as his eyebrow raised, a predatory look in his eye.

“Not like that!”

She grumbled, standing up as she slammed a five onto the table and turned to leave.

His presence was felt following behind, but she was too scared to look back at him the entire walk to her place.

She hoped desperately that she wasn’t making some kind of mistake.

oOo

Chapter Text

She stood in front of her couch, sitting on the corner as Itachi followed her inside.

Ever the predatory animal, Itachi stalked toward her, stopping only a foot or so away as he watched her squirm in her spot under his piercing gaze.

She had to admit she missed the dangerous way his eyes followed her.

His presence was challenging and strong, sending a rush through her stomach with every fluid move he made.

She cleared her throat and he waited patiently for her to muster the courage to speak.

“I… don’t want to stop seeing you..”

He hummed his approval as she paused, looking up at him through her lashes.

“But I’m also seeing someone else.”

Her stomach lurched as he stood unmoving and silent, searching his face for any sign of emotion as it remained stoic.

“Are there any restrictions?”

Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling, mulling the question around in her head but nothing really came to mind.

“Just no PDA, I’m not really into that.”

He gave her a short nod, having already picked up on that fact upon their last meeting and studied her as she shifted anxiously.

“Kakashi?”

She nodded, unsurprised at this point that he had figured it out.

However, his next question certainly caught her off guard.

“Who’s better in bed?”

Her face turned red and she growled, looking for something to throw at him as he smirked down at her.

“W-what? I haven’t really gotten that far with either of you, so you can’t even ask that question. Second, its not a damn competition!”

She would soon come to learn that Itachi liked to make it into a competition.

He stepped into her and she yelped, falling over the side and down to the couch as he followed her.

His body caged her against the cushions, hands on either side of her head as his leg slid in between hers.

She gasped as he leaned in close to her ear, his hot breath causing her to break out in goosebumps.

“Do you want to find out?”

She stifled a moan as his tongue traced the shell of her ear, her hands reaching up to tangle in his shirt.

She pulled on the fabric as his lips hovered down her throat, blowing hot breath against her without making contact.

She whimpered at his heat, feeling helpless as her body reacted Involuntarily. 

“That’s not an answer, Sakura.”

She pulled his shirt, forcing his lips to touch her neck and she could feel his smirk as he trailed down to her collar bone.

Gods, the way Itachi made her body feel was beyond any semblance of control she thought she had.

His voice, the things he said to her made her throat feel dry and head fuzzy as her body screamed for more.

She found his questions unfair, his lips having stolen any whisper of a response she had straight from her throat.

His knee slid up to rest against the crotch of her shorts and she jumped, letting out a breath of air as her chest flushed hotly.

His hand tangled into her hair, arching her neck back as he whispered into the delicate skin of her throat.

“What do you want, Sakura?”

She closed her eyes, her breath ragged as her hips moved against his knee of their own accord.

“You.”

He gave her collarbone a bite, rewarding her answer with a rub of his knee as she moaned into the crook of her arm.

“Where?”

“Inside.”

He hummed, his hand snaking its way down her body slowly to feel every curve and dip under her clothes.

Long fingers slipped under the top of her shorts and she bit her lip as he traced the top of her panties.

“Here?”

His voice was muffled against her throat, deep and low against her skin as his fingers brushed down to the wet spot forming between her legs.

She nodded her head yes and he tisked, looking up at her with black tomoe spinning against deep red orbs.

She was unable to hide her face as his eyes entranced her, her cheeks flushing as he rubbed against her wetness slowly.

“What do we say?”

“Y-yes.”

She nearly choked as he slipped under the fabric, rubbing a delicate line across her wet folds. 

He slowly pushed a digit inside her to the first knuckle, a breathy moan spilling from her lips as he purred against her ear.

“Good girl”

Her knees trembled as he sunk in further, her hand covering her mouth to stifle moans as he pumped in and out slowly, coating himself in her wetness.

Her hips moved with each stroke, unable to contain herself as she willed him to go deeper, faster.

                A second finger joined and her head spun as they curled inside her, making her feel full and hot.

“M-more.”

He obliged, needy moans spilling from her lips as his thumb began rubbing circles against her clit.

She saw stars as he continued to pump his fingers inside her, her eyes shutting tightly as muffled cries filled the room and her orgasm racked her body in waves.

He slowed until her body stopped twitching, giving her time to catch her breath before he removed himself from her dripping heat.

Sakura stared up at Itachi with hazy eyes as he sat back, bringing his fingers to his mouth for them to disappear inside.

She blushed a deep red as she watched him suck her juices from his digits, his eyes never leaving hers as his tongue swiped them clean.

And Gods, he looked damn sexy while doing it.

He vanished from the room, leaving her a mess on the couch only momentarily before reappearing, towel in hand.

She watched as he wiped his fingers then reached a hand out to help her to her feet. 

He pulled her into him and she stumbled on wobbly legs, catching herself against his strong chest.

She blushed as he tipped her chin up with those same fingers, meeting their gaze as his thumb rubbed back and forth against her bottom lip.

Sakura froze as he leaned in, hovering just above her mouth as piercing red eyes bore into her.

She couldn’t help the memory that flashed before her eyes of Sasuke, their resemblance closer than she'd like to admit, and her body stiffened in response.

“Itachi.. I-i’m sorry.”

He blinked slowly, his eyes rolling black as his gaze softened.

His voice was soft as he spoke.

“I would never force you into anything, Sakura. My foolish little brother is the one lacking manners. I will make sure he learns them.”

Green orbs widened as he placed the whisper of a peck to the corner of her mouth.

‘How does he know about Sasuke?’

Itachi leaned back, giving her one last smile as he disappeared into a mass of black shadows.

“Have a good day at work.”

oOo

Two unexpected visitors showed up during her lunch break and it took everything Sakura had not to laugh at the pathetic expression on the younger man’s face.

Looking ever the punished child, Sasuke stood at the door frame of her office, arms crossed tightly against his chest as Itachi stood tall behind him.

There was an uncomfortable second of silence before Itachi cleared his throat, causing the younger Uchiha to jump.

“Sakura…. I’m sorry. About the other night.”

Sakura rested her chin on her palm, sharing an amused look with Itachi as his brother squirmed in discomfort.

“I wasn’t in my right mind.”

“No excuses.”

Itachi’s voice was low and flat, causing an indignant flare of Sasuke’s nostrils.

Sasuke looked up to lock eyes with her for the first time since arriving.

“It was inexcusable. I hope you forgive my actions.”

Sakura hummed, the feeling of anxiety swept from her shoulders and she glanced to Itachi, giving him a grateful smile before going back to Sasuke.

“Thank you, Sasuke.”

The younger Uchiha made a move to leave, but the flashing of Itachi’s sharingan stopped him and he quickly turned back to the pinkette with a deep bow before disappearing into a swirl of leaves.

A hand came to her lips, attempting to stifle the giggles that spilled forth as Itachi presented a swirl and flick of his hand, bowing shallowly to signal the end of his orchestration.

She clapped, fully impressed by the show and incredibly relieved to hear Sasuke’s apology, no matter how forced.

“Do not hesitate to inform me if he misbehaves in the future.”

Sakura blushed as he winked at her, a sly smirk playing on his lips before he turned to leave.

“Itachi, thank you.”

He looked over his shoulder, his eyes crinkling into a genuine smile that made her heart flutter.

His steps echoed down the hall as Sakura sunk into her chair, feeling tingly and light for the first time in God knows how long.

Everything seemed like it was falling into place.

Her phone buzzed, a message preview box sitting on the screen innocently as if the words weren’t wrenching a knife through her stomach, making her lurch forward with a gasp.

“I’m pregnant. It might be Sasuke’s.”

oOo

Chapter Text

Sakura had half a mind to call for Itachi and have him scare some sense into his younger brother again.

And maybe Ino as well.

She sat across from the blonde, her hands balled into fists in her lap as Ino sipped her soda.

“Ino pig, what the fuck?!”

Her friend sighed, spinning in her stool to face the irate pinkette with an eyeroll.

“I knew you’d blow this out of proportion.”

“You’re pregnant??”

“It might not be his.”

Sakura suspected that Ino thought that would calm her down. 

It only caused even more confusion.

The pinkette grabbed at her hair, tugging in frustration as Ino sipped her drink calmly.

“How many people have you been fucking? And Sasuke…”

Her head fell into her hands and she groaned, painfully aware that she had slipped into last place on Team 7 again.

Even Sasuke has gotten laid, apparently.

She shuddered, trying her best not to picture it as a blush lit her cheeks.

Ino’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Well, there was this guy from the bar… and this other guy from Suna..”

Sakura shot her friend a glare, begging her to get serious as the blonde giggled unabashed.

“But those times were protected. The one time it wasn’t was with Sasuke...and Sai.”

Sakura’s mouth hit the floor, sputtering and reaching for the blonde to shake her furiously.

“What do you mean, Sasuke and Sai?!” 

Ino waited for Sakura to stop shaking her before picking up her soda and taking a sip.

She fluttered her lashes at the pinkette, smirking as she set the glass back down and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

“Well, I guess I’m just that irresistible.”

Sakura growled and Ino set a hand on her arm, softening her expression into one of sympathy.

“All jokes aside, Sakura. I really am sorry. I know you used to have a thing for Sasuke, but you said you were over him…”

Sakura sighed, nodding her head in agreement as her friend gave her a shy smile.

“I was over him. I am. It’s just…. How did it happen?”

Sakura could never in a thousand years picture Sasuke actually having sex, regardless of what her teenage mind had once conjured for her.

“Did you and Sasuke do it more than once?”

Sakura wasn’t shocked about Sai, Ino having told her she had the hots for him back when he first joined team 7.

The real shocker was Sasuke. When did he have the time, what his motivations were, how many times…?

No offense to Ino, but he showed her just as much attention as he showed Sakura. And that was close to zero.

Ino shook her head ‘no’, watching as Sakura’s shoulders relax as she leaned against the bar.

“Just one time. It was when he came back into town, later that afternoon.”

Sakura’s mind wandered and she gulped as she remembered the awkward interaction she had with him and his brother in her apartment.

It had to be that day.

“Sai was at my place and we were fooling around on my couch when Sasuke knocked at the door. He had a weird look on his face and asked to come in.”

Sakura chewed her lip, remembering how Sasuke had been acting strange that day and Itachi said he was jealous. 

She thought of him kissing her in the hallway, and blushed as she looked up at the coy blonde as she continued telling her story in the background.

“Yea, and he just started undressing and Sai didn’t seem to mind. Before I knew it, I was sandwiched in between them, and man, was it hot.”

Sakura snapped back into reality, her face flushing red as she slapped a hand over Ino’s mouth with a hiss.

“Okay, okay, I get it!!”

Ino giggled, fair skin flushed as she was caught up in her daydream but Sakura groaned, eyes sliding down to her belly as her own twisted into knots.

“So it happened that day? And it could be either of theirs?”

Ino shook her head, the cloud of naked men dissipating above her head as her hands crossed against her stomach.

“Yea. There’s no way of telling until its born.”

Sakura swallowed thickly, giving her friend a sympathetic look.

“So, you’re keeping it.”

The blonde nodded with a smile. 

“I’m not getting any younger. It’s probably a good idea to settle down and start a family with how peaceful it’s been.”

Sakura’s mind wandered to Sasuke again, trying to picture him as a father and she hoped to God that if it was his, he would stick around for her friend and stop leaving the village for years on end.

Ino hopped off the bar stool, taking a look around the grungy bar and sighing as she pat down her shorts.

“Well, I won’t be coming here anymore.”

Sakura’s heart twisted at the thought of their normal changing, but upon seeing the look on her best friend’s face, decided this may be for the best.

She reached out and squeezed her hand, giving her a warm smile that Ino returned in kind.

“Let me know if you ever need anything, Ino. I’m always here for you.”

The blonde pulled her into a hug, suddenly sobbing against her shoulder and Sakura jumped as snot rolled down from her nose.

“Sorry… pregnancy hormones..”

She patted her friend’s back, making a mental note to keep an eye on Sasuke to make sure he’s not planning to get himself and his potential child into trouble. 

She wanted to ask Ino if she told him yet, but decided it wasn't her business and she should just be there for support when needed.

She waved Ino goodbye and her mind wandered to Itachi.

A smile crept across her lips when she thought of him as a doting uncle, then pulled into a grimace as she thought of a small blonde Uchiha with Itachi’s shit-eating grin and scary red eyes.

Maybe it’s better not to think about. 

She pulled her cell from her pocket, going into contacts and stared at Kakashi’s name on her screen.

Tonight was a lot, and she was in desperate of some company… and possibly a distraction.

oOo

His breath was ragged, coming out in gasps that had the cellphone trembling in Sakura’s hand.

All kinds of things were running through her mind as she pictured what Kakashi could be doing on the other end.

“Ka…kashi?”

She listened to the grunting, gasping sounds he made for another solid minute before hanging up, face unbelievably red as she sat at the bar.

She flagged down the bartender, deciding she needed a few drinks after that experience.

He brought her two vodka shots and she downed them, clutching her phone tightly in her lap.

She wanted to see him even more, now.

She sat for several minutes, mind whirling with all the things she could do to invoke those sounds from the silver haired man when her phone went off, causing her to jump.

Kakashi was calling back.

“H-hey.”

“Hey Sakura, you called?”

His voice was even and normal, no trace of the breathlessness she heard minutes before.

She swallowed thickly, trying to control herself as she answered back.

“Yea… A few minutes ago. Were you busy?”

“Just doing some training.”

His answer was too casual for him to be teasing her, so she figured he probably answered by accident and didn’t realize.

Deciding to ignore the heart attack he had given her, she pressed on.

“Oh, okay. I wanted to see if you were free tonight. Maybe dinner? Maybe just hang?”

She blushed as she said the last part, having other things on her mind besides ‘just hanging’.

Especially as the vodka began to settle in.

“Ah sure, whatever you’re up for. I do have one request though.”

“S-sure, what’s up?”

“You’ll have to come to mine. The deadline for the report from my last mission is midnight.”

Sakura hid a smile behind her hand, sighing as her retort came naturally.

“Let me guess, you haven’t even started it yet.”

“Sakura, you know me so well.”

She rolled her glass against the bar, only a little disappointed as her plan now seemed thwarted by Kakashi himself. 

“Ah, okay. Send me the address again, please.”

He made an affirmative sound, saying “bye” before hanging up and her phone dinged with his address.

Lifting a hand to the bartender, she decided it wouldn’t hurt to have another as she’ll probably be stuck helping the copy ninja write a nauseatingly boring mission report.

Regardless, she wanted to see him tonight, so she resolved herself, throwing back the last shot as she made her way home to change.

She would make him take his mask off as her payment, at least.

oOo

Chapter Text

Sakura’s poor tipsy heart was not prepared for Kakashi answering his apartment door in just grey gym shorts.

His hair was wet, a towel thrown over his shoulder as he had clearly just gotten out of the shower.

She looked down at her basic black hoodie and jeans, feeling like she should have worn something nicer. Or maybe less.

“Seems like I’m overdressed.” 

She mumbled, stepping inside as Kakashi moved to let her in.

He gave a short laugh, putting a hand behind his neck as his eye crinkled.

“Sorry about that, I lost track of time.”

Sakura noted that he had enough time to put on a mask and shorts, just not a shirt.

She suspected he was intentionally tormenting her.

She kicked off her shoes, stepping into the large living room and looking around in awe.

It was modern, minimalistic with extraordinarily little décor, everything black, grey, and white.

Never in a million years had she pictured Kakashi as a neat freak.

The silver haired man sat on his grey L shaped sectional, patting the seat next to him as he leaned into the papers sitting on the glass table in front of him.

Sakura joined him, peering at the blank sheets of paper with a scowl.

“Yea, good luck with that. I’m definitely not helping you.”

His eye crinkled towards her as he picked up a pen and began writing.

“I didn’t expect you to. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

She stiffened, realizing Kakashi somehow had read her like a book and she sunk into the plush couch with a sigh.

“Ino’s pregnant. There’s a chance it could be Sasuke’s.”

Kakashi paused, eye wide with pen frozen mid air.

“Excuse me?”

…

Sakura explained everything Ino told her, minus a few of the salacious details.

Kakashi had gone back to writing furiously, attempting to rush through the report so he could give the pinkette his full attention as she continued to gossip.

“I wonder how Itachi would react.”

Kakashi paused momentarily at the other man’s name and Sakura took notice, feeling anxious for having brought him up.

She knew Kakashi still held negative feelings for Itachi, making it all that more surprising how unbothered he seemed to know Sakura was seeing him.

He probably didn’t know all the details of their intimate relationship and Sakura was happy to keep it that way.

She sat in silence, watching as Kakashi scribbled away on the papers, having already completed a few.

She admired the way his muscles flexed, moving under the skin in a sinful motion to her tipsy eyes.

He let out a breath, setting the pen down and spreading his arms against the back of the couch as he sat back.

“Only a little left to go.”

Sakura couldn’t help herself.

Even with such a mundane task as paperwork, Kakashi was breathtaking.

She couldn’t get the sounds of him out of her head as she watched him, the alcohol having pooled straight into her belly, making her feel hot and needy for attention after the day she had.

Kakashi turned his head to her and tangled his fingers in her long pink locks and she blushed, reaching to place a hand on his arm.

“Come here.”

In a bold move, she crawled over to him, seating herself in his lap and she blushed as she felt him stiffen under her.

“Time for a quick break…?”

She giggled as he wrapped his arms around her, sitting her squarely in his lap and leaning up to bury his nose in the crook of her neck.

He hummed a contented sound and her heart beat quickened as he pulled her in tighter, his bare chest pressed against her so she could feel every bulge and muscle.

He pulled back to look at her and she reached for his mask, tugging it down as he dipped in to lock their lips together.

She moaned, the feel of his warm lips finally starting to fill the need quickly rising within her.

Her head spun as his tongue swirled around hers and her hips rocked slowly in his lap without her notice.

Kakashi groaned, grabbing her thighs and holding her in place.

“I shouldn’t get too distracted…. Naruto will have my ass if I don’t finish these reports.”

Sakura moaned as his hands slipped to her behind, giving her a squeeze as he whispered against her lips.

“We can deal with Naruto later.”

She whispered back.

She felt the hardness between her legs, rubbing against it as her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling the headband free.

His clenched jaw and lidded eyes caused a sly smirk on her lips as she watched the man under her tense and flex.

He wanted her.

And she desperately wanted to make him gasp the way she heard over the phone.

Liquid courage allowed her to appreciate the way he sucked in a breath as she slid down his lap to kneel on the floor between his legs.

Lidded emerald orbs peered up as she reached for him, fingers pulling the tie on the front of his shorts free.

She began tugging them down and Kakashi’s hands caught hers, cradling them gently as he held her gaze.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, a blush creeping across her face as the position they were in set in, but she was determined to see it through.

He let go, helping pull his shorts down and she was stunned to realize he wasn’t wearing underwear.

He bent forward, pressing his hand to the back of her head to pull her into a kiss as he slid them down to his feet, kicking them off.

Their lips parted and she panted, their breath mingled hotly between them as they shared a look.

Kakashi sat back slowly, and for the first time she was given the full view of him.

Muscular thighs led up to the deep cut of his abs and pelvic bone.

Her eyes swiftly glanced over the tuft of white hair before settling onto his thick engorged member.

She had to admit, she hadn’t seen to many erect penises but his seemed to be perfect.

She swallowed thickly, looking up at him as she leaned into his lap, resting her elbows on either side of his hips.

The flush on his cheeks gave her encouragement and she wrapped a hand around the base, leaning in to give an experimental lick as her eyes studied his expression.

His hand came up to cover part of his face, eyebrows pulled down as his other hand tangled in her hair.

A breathy moan filled the air and she let her hand slide up and down his length, mind spinning and heart pounding as his gaze held hers.

She opened her mouth, letting the tip in and she felt his legs tense as she licked around it.

The way he was covering his face seemed so needy and endearing that Sakura took more of him in, enjoying the show as his eyes lidded.

“Ah.. Sakura.”

She hummed, causing his body to twitch as she continued stroking him, taking more into her mouth as he withheld his moans.

The sudden power shift was intoxicating, watching the older man twitch and blush under her touch emboldened her in ways she had never felt before.

The fact that she could make him a mess on the couch brought her a new high, and she couldn’t help herself from moving faster.

She could tell he was self conscious about the breathy sounds he made behind his hand, and resolved to make them even harder to hide.

Sakura’s hand rubbed his entire length, coated in her saliva as her mouth took in as much as she could handle.

She experimented rolling her tongue along him, circling the tip as she came up and feeling hot as his moans grew louder.

“Ahh.. Hahh..”

He was putty in her palms, legs jerking and chest moving quickly as he watched the girl beneath him take full control.

His hand fisted in her hair, pulling harshly in a movement that caused her to detach from him with a gasp.

Kakashi looked down at her, tomoe spinning to engrave the vision of Sakura’s pink mouth, flushed and red, saliva dripping from her lips as large green orbs sparkled up at him from between his knees.

Fuck, what a picture she made.

Kakashi had to stop her, feeling himself come dangerously close to unraveling under her ministrations.

He didn’t want it to end so soon, needing to repay the favor double and have her screaming his name before coming undone himself.

He stood up, smirking down at her as she sat small and surprised on the floor at his feet, her eyes inevitably focusing on his pulsing need between them.

“Come with me.”

He reached a hand out, and it took a moment for her to register the command before she took it.

He pulled her to her feet, causing a gasp from the pinkette as he pushed her back against the wall forcefully.

“Kakashi..”

Her face was red, eyes glazed as he claimed her wet lips, his hands gripping her waist.

She moaned against his mouth as his hands traveled up her sides, dragging the baggy hoodie up with them.

He broke the kiss only to yank the top off her, tossing it aside to dive back in.

He made quick work of her jeans, unzipping and pulling them down as his tongue swirled around hers.

Strong hands grabbed her ass, lifting her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed their bodies together.

She could feel him walking, carrying her into another room and she was set on something as he pulled away.

Green orbs opened and she took note that she was in his bedroom and was currently sitting on a large desk against the wall.

Her mind was too clouded and her body wound too tight to form any thoughts as she allowed Kakashi to take control of her.

She moaned as his lips found her neck, sucking and biting their way down to her cleavage and his fingers quickly undid her bra.

It fell uselessly to her elbows and Sakura leaned against the wall, head rolling back as he lavished her taut pink buds with his warm tongue.

His fingers slipped under the top of her underwear, pulling them down as she lifted to help him.

Kakashi stood back, eyeing the panting pinkette on his desk as a moment of clarity hit him.

This was dangerous.

He knew she had been drinking, having tasted it in her mouth.

He also knew she was a virgin, courtesy of a loud blonde woman unable to keep that secret under wraps.

Sakura’s face and chest were flushed, her eyes lidded and mouth parted as small gasps left her lips.

She was giving every sign that she wanted him, that she was ready.

But she was tipsy. And this was an unplanned and unromantic time and place for their first time.

For her first time.

The older man knelt to the ground, pulling her to the edge of the desk and setting her thighs on his shoulders.

Her hand went to cover her mouth as his breath wafted over her wet need.

He grabbed it, moving it away from her face and placed it in his hair.

He wanted to hear her sweet voice as he gave her pleasure.

A breathy moan and a tug of his hair urged him for more as his tongue tasted her inner thigh.

He obliged, his own groan slipping through as he circled her bud, a finger making its way to pump slowly into her.

She tugged his hair painfully, staring down at him with a sinful expression as he circled faster, pumping deeper into her hot, soft insides.

“Ka…kashi!”

His free hand went to his own need, pumping in tandem as his sharingan took in every silent moan, every bead of sweat, every unshed tear in her eyes as she slowly came undone.

She arched back, her ribs stretching through her skin and breasts jumping as lightning shot through her core, her legs shaking on his shoulders and fingers ripping at his hair.

“Kakashi..!!”

He relished his name on her lips, moaning as his own orgasm rushed through him, seed spilling into the floor as he continued to pump into her as she tremored.

Continued moans filled the room as she road her high, toes curled and legs shaking dangerously as his finger continuously moved.

His senses were filled with her.

Her heat, her taste, her smell.

Kakashi pulled out of her with a wet squelch, standing over her to watch as her eyes rolled behind her eyelids.

He took a moment to collect himself, his own legs feeling quite jello like and braced a hand against his desk next to her hip.

She straightened to look up at the silver haired man, his mouth open with silent pants as his eyes lidded tiredly.

“I’ll go grab us some water.”

He left, leaving her a mess and she laid down across the desk, not trusting her legs to hold her weight at the moment.

He returned quickly with two glasses of ice water, setting hers on the desk and she tried to catch her breath.

He crouched on the ground next to where she lay and she sat on her elbows to take the glass in hand.

His eyes peered over to the clock on his nightstand, taking note that it was already past 11 and that Sakura had been one hell of a distraction.

She gasped, having gulped down the whole glass in one breath and gave him a bashful smile as he moved it out of the way.

“That quick break wasn’t so quick.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, feeling very proud of herself for taking the initiative, and also quite satisfied.

“Whatever, you enjoyed it.”

He did not argue that fact, reaching a hand to her as she pulled herself from the desk.

She blushed as her eyes drifted, noticing that even flaccid, he was impressive.

She squeaked as his large hand squeezed her ass cheek, giving her a wink and she watched his form as he left the room.

She looked around the spacious bedroom before following him out, thinking she should make a point to meet at his place in the future.

…

Kakashi sighed, making a hand sign and Sakura watched the scroll poof as he sent it to the Hokage tower.

With only 5 minutes until midnight.

He gave her a tired smile, pointing a thumb behind them as she yawned.

“Wanna stay the night?”

She nodded her head with embarrassing enthusiasm.

oOo

Chapter Text

Sakura’s eyes shot open with a start.

There was a loud banging coming from the other room and she sat up with a gasp, looking around the dark space, unsure of where she was.

She peeked to her left and the covers were pulled back and bare. Her mind finally started to boot up and she realized she was in Kakashi’s bedroom, wearing one of his baggy shirts and only in undies.

Flashes of last night played in her mind only briefly before being rudely interrupted.

The banging was louder and more urgent, with a familiar voice coming from behind Kakashi’s front door.

“My eternal rival, it is time to rise and shine!!!”

Sakura grimaced, eyes darting around the room to locate her jeans and decide her next plan of action.

She jumped out of bed, snatching a note that sat on the bedside table and muttering a panicked “fuck” as she realized Kakashi had stepped out while she was asleep.

“Naruto has decided to have my ass for breakfast after the sloppy report. Be back later”

She squeaked at the sound of keys jingling and hurriedly threw on her pants as the front door wrenched open.

Might Guy let himself into the apartment with a howl and some sort of weird karate pose.

Sakura quickly ran to the doorway, slamming the bedroom door closed and hiding it behind herself in an attempt to cover up any evidence of her steamy night with the copy-nin.

She hadn’t even told Ino about their tryst. There’s no way in hell she would let the green beast of Konoha find out.

“Ah, Sakura! What are you doing here?”

The older man beamed at her, his smile blindingly bright in the dim gray living room.

Sakura nervously ran a hand through her hair, attempting to comb through it and appear more put-together than she felt.

“Kakashi asked me to help him read over his report before his briefing with Naruto today. He just left and might be gone for awhile.”

The pinkette gave a strained smile, attempting her best to seem carefree and innocent.

She needed to get Guy out of here, before his weirdly keen intuition caught on.

“Oh I see! Then I will simply wait here for him to return. Care to sit with me on the couch and watch some tv?”

‘fuck’

A vein in her temple twitched, her hands curling into fists at her side.

She swiftly pulled out her phone, texting a brief 'hurry up' to Kakashi before making her way over to the couch.

How the hell was she going to get out of this?

…

45 minutes later and she had texted everyone from Ino to Rock Lee, begging anyone available to come save her.

Kakashi’s only response was a blurry photo of his shoe with a 'Sorry. Accident. Can’t talk.'

Sakura would have laughed at the accidental pic if she hadn’t been stuck with the world’s most enthusiastic lunatic talking his head off about the power of youth.

Her mind went to Itachi, wishing desperately that she somehow had his number at this very moment. Anything to get her out of this mind-numbing conversation at nine in the morning.

Her eyes swept to the blinds covering the window, hoping without hope to see a crow magically appear when Guy’s phone dinged.

He studied it and stood up, dusting off his knees as if he has just completed some sort of task before turning to Sakura with a thumbs up.

“Sorry to cut our hangout short, Sakura-chan! Something has come up and I must leave you. Please tell Kakashi his best friend came by. I will see you later!”

With a rush of air, he left the apartment and Sakura was finally alone in the silence with her thoughts.

She sighed, checking her phone again and mashing her teeth as she had no new messages.

“I’m gonna kill Kakashi” she grumbled to herself as she made her way to the bathroom.

Tired green eyes stared back at her from the mirror and she made a face at her haggard appearance.

There was no telling when Kakashi would be back. She needs to get the hell out of here before any other weird guests show up.

Sakura took stock of the neat little bathroom before pausing at her reflection.

The blood drained from her face as she realized the shirt she had been wearing had been inside out.

With Kakashi’s name stitched into the tag.

‘Why the hell does he have his name on his clothes like he’s a child???’

She slapped a hand to her face, realizing that Guy must have noticed that she was wearing his shirt this entire time.

Some of the “youth” talk was suddenly starting to make sense.

This day could not get any worse.

…

Sakura was stepping out of her shower later that night when her phone dinged.

She stared blankly at a photo of the white-haired ninja with his eyebrow raised and the caption 'Guy just had ‘the talk’ with me. WTF?'

The phone dropped from her hand in mortification.

Yep, it just got worse.

oOo

Chapter Text

Sakura had been caught up at work for a few days and hadn’t seen or heard from Kakashi nor Itachi, which was a little strange.

Kakashi was understandable. It seemed like Naruto was making him rewrite the report and knowing him, he was moping around his apartment, trying his best to put it off.

But not seeing a single crow outside her window was starting to worry her.

It felt a little weird worrying about one of the strongest ninja in the leaf, but Sakura couldn’t help but think something had happened.

Normally she couldn’t get him to leave her alone, but recently he’s been oddly absent.

“Have you seen Itachi?”

The blonde raised an eyebrow, puzzled by the question.

Ino put a hand to her chin, looking up in thought before shaking her head.

“No… I haven’t seen him since he dramatically whisked you away. Why?”

Sakura knew it was a long shot, but she thought she had to ask. She didn’t know who else to talk to.

She was hoping somehow maybe Ino was in the know as she’s always in on the gossip.

“I haven’t heard from him in awhile. The bastard usually just shows up out of nowhere but suddenly he’s gone silent. I even tried saying his name 3 times in the mirror like I was summoning a fucking demon, and nothing!”

Ino cackled, putting a hand on the pinkette’s shoulder as she leaned back into the couch.

“He’s not an evil spirit, billboard brow. Have you tried texting him?”

Sakura rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh as she swatted Ino’s hand away.

“I don’t have his number. Besides, if he hasn’t shown up, why would he answer his phone?”

“Hmmm.”

Ino took out her cell, going to her contacts and suddenly dialing someone.

Sakura jumped as the ringing stopped and a deep voice answered.

“…Hello?”

“Sasuke, give me your brother’s number.”

“…Why?”

“Because I want to make a booty call.”

“….Fuck you.”

Sakura’s mouth hung open as the call dropped, Ino smirking at her with a devilish glint in her eyes.

“What the hell was that??”

Ino covered her mouth, giggling as a moment later, her phone dinged.

She held up the screen and her eyes widened as a contact number was shared.

“How did that work??”

Ino copied the number and texted it to Sakura, winking as she put it back in her pocket.

“Let’s just say that I have a little dirt on Sasuke.”

Sakura glanced at Ino’s belly and gave her a sour look as the blonde laughed maniacally.

She shook her head, pulling out her phone and staring at the text box with a tight feeling in her chest.

She wasn’t sure if she should text him.

Itachi never gave her his number. Maybe he didn’t even want her to have it?

She furrowed her brow in thought, feeling anxious and unsure as Ino stood up and began to put her shoes on.

“Just call him. It’s your right to know what your boyfriend is doing.”

Sakura spun around, face turning red as she gawffed in indignation.

“W-what? Boyfriend? No he’s not! Who told you that??”

Ino scoffed, twirling her hair around her finger with a hand on her hip.

“Oh, c’mon. I already know you guys have been fooling around. No need to hide it from me.”

Sakura’s eyes flashed over to her couch and she waived her hands in the air frantically.

“I-! We-!”

Ino waggled a finger at her friend as she opened the door to leave.

“Whatever you want to call it. He’s your lover and you are allowed to call him. Let me know the deets later!”

Sakura was left bumbling like a fool in her apartment, hands shaking as she stared at the number on the screen.

‘Why do I suddenly feel so shy? This is so embarrassing!’

She hit the ‘call’ button, shutting her eyes and her heart raced as the phone rang.

What should she even say to him? How does she explain how she got his number without sounding like a weirdo?

 As she was lost in thought, the ringing stopped and it took her a moment to realize the phone had beeped.

“Ah! Um. Hi…”

Wide eyes stared at the screen, realizing that the answering machine had been recording her for over 30 seconds already.

“Bye!”

She hung up the phone, screaming as she threw it into the couch and ran into her room to hide her face into the pillow.

‘Ahhhhh I’m such a loser!’

She decided to ignore her problems, and her phone silently buzzing in the next room, and went to bed.

‘Y’know what? I don’t care anymore.’

…

8AM Sakura suddenly cared when she had two missed calls and an ominous text from an unknown number.

“Meet me at training ground 6 after work.”

Why did she suddenly feel like having his number was a very bad thing?

oOo

She stared at the clock, watching the hands tick down with a pit of dread in her stomach.

She was imagining that she accidently called Ibiki and was being summoned to be tortured to death.

Her phone buzzed, causing her to jump and she hurriedly pulled it out and stared at the pop up text on the screen.

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

Yep. She was definitely going to be tortured to death.

…

Her heels clicked against the gravel as she approached the training ground.

Green eyes scanned the opening but no one was around.

She wrung her hands in her lap, walking over to a bench and taking a seat as she nervously began to wait.

“Itachi, you better not be trying to scare me.”

“Why would I do that?”

Sakura squeaked, suddenly feeling a presence behind her and spinning to face the tall figure cloaked in shadows.

Itachi stepped forward, the fluidity of his motion pulling his form slowly away from the darkness as if it was rolling off his clothes.

Red eyes gleaming in the moonlight, sending an involuntary shiver up her spine at the horrifying picture he made.

“Because you always scare the shit out of me” she grumbled, balling her fists.

His lips cracked a small smile and he took another step forward to stop in front of her.

He was wearing a long black cloak, similar to the one he wore in the Akatsuki and that made Sakura’s body stiffen as she watched him.

He hummed, studying her expression as her eyes darted around his form warily.

“What’s going on?”

He slid to sit next to her, far enough away so that they weren’t touching but she could still feel his warmth.

“I’ve been on a mission” He began, his voice soft.

She turned her head to watch as he spoke, his pale face glowing in the dim light of the moon.

“The same one Kakashi just returned from. I’m in need of a partner and think you’ll suit the job just fine.”

Sakura took a moment to study him, pondering his words and cocked her head as he continued.

“The Hokage will fill you in if you’re interested. It will be a week away from the village. Top secret. Care to join me?”

There was a mischievous glint in his eye that made her think for a moment that this was some sort of weird roleplay, but she nodded her head anyways as he crossed his left leg over his right.

“Good. You can meet me at the tower tomorrow afternoon. You will get a pardon from work and supplies then.”

Sakura couldn’t help but feel a tad uneasy.

She had never been on a mission with the ex-rougue nin and his oddly formal demeanor was throwing her off.

That being said, she desperately wanted to get away from the mundane hospital work and had been feeling the itch to go on a mission since the last one with Kakashi several months ago.

Granted, this sounded a little more intense than their little hot springs detour, but she will take what she can get.

A brief flash of Itachi in a hot spring entered her mind, but she shook it away quickly and smiled as his face seemed to soften.

“Something on your mind?”

She blushed, waving her hands in front of her while shaking her head, but jumped as he grabbed her hand.

“You will have to wear this.”

Her eyes widened as a gold wedding band glinted on her finger, and when she began to protest, the man disappeared in a dramatic swirl of smoke.

Sakura gawked, popping to her feet and whipping her head around with an indignant huff, but he was already gone.

‘Did he just fucking propose to me???’

oOo

Chapter Text

They stood silent in the Hokage’s office as Naruto explained the mission.

Sakura tried stealing glances at Itachi to no avail, the ring he gave her burning a hole in her pocket.

“…Essentially, an undercover mission in Tsuna to gather intel.”

She scowled at the mention of Tsuna, dreading the idea of spending almost a week in that desert hell hole.

Naruto chuckled, noticing her face and held out a placating hand to his friend.

“I know, I know. But hey, it’s the off season so it won’t be nearly as hot. Just think of this as a mini beach vacation! Just without the water…..”

He trailed off, rubbing the back of his head as Sakura’s temple pulsed.

She held her composure, aware that pummeling the Hokage in front of witnesses is a bad look.

Itachi cleared his throat, urging their attention back to the mission as Sakura crossed her arms over her chest.

“Anyway, so yeah. Your first stop will be the resort circled on the map. It’s a popular honeymooning spot in Tsuna and the least suspicious place for new faces to be. Itachi had the idea to pick out a wife, and I guess you won the lottery!”

Naruto laughed as Sakura’s mouth hung wide in disbelief.

She glared at Itachi who returned her ire with a smirk.

‘Itachi’s idea, huh??’

He better hope that Ino never caught wind of this ridiculous scheme.

The whole town would think they eloped with the way she runs her mouth.

Naruto dismissed them and they turned and strode out of his office.

The way his footsteps perfectly matched hers pissed her off somehow.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed as they turned the corner.

He hummed, continuing to match her pace until they reached the bottom of the staircase.

She gasped as he caught her wrist, swinging her around as he pulled her into the shadows under the stairs.

He backed her to the wall, his form blacking out the iridescent lights as her heels hit the trim.

She swallowed thickly as he leaned in close, his breath a hairs’ length from her nose as he spoke.

“What, would you have rather I picked someone else? Ino?”

A flash of jealousy lit her cheeks as she imagined her friend up close and personal with the Uchiha.

She growled up at his smug smirk, cursing the fact that he knew just how to push her buttons.

His eyes danced with amusement, and he leaned in close, moving a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Besides, it might be nice having some… alone time.”

His breath was hot on her skin, causing goosebumps down her side as he spoke.

Her mind swirled with images involuntarily and she nearly whimpered as his warmth pulled away.

“I’ll see you in the morning with breakfast. Pack tonight”

She opened her mouth to speak, but the bastard was already gone.

Green eyes rolled as she cracked her neck, trying to ease the tension from her shoulders.

‘Always so fucking cryptic. He could at least give me a time.’

…

She had been up all-night rummaging through her closet, trying to find “honeymoon” outfits.

What the hell did newlyweds even wear?

She glanced at the deep red number laying dirty in her basket from her failed date the other night, grimacing.

Maybe she needed to steal something from Ino.

…

Sakura’s eyes shot open with a start.

A dark figure stood in the middle of her room, causing her heart to skip a beat.

Before she could reach for a kunai, the light flicked on.

She hissed in protest, realizing it was just the weird ass Uchiha holding a breakfast burrito.

Glancing over at the clock, she groaned as it read 6AM.

Didn’t Itachi know she was up packing until well past midnight? The way he stalks her, you think he’d know.

“I brought you coffee, Mrs. Uchiha.”

She balked, jumping to her feet and throwing the covers off in a fit of shock.

He caught the pillow she threw easily and tossed it to the floor in one swift motion.

“D-don’t fucking call me that!” She hissed, her face matching her hair.

She had always wanted to be called that in adolescence, but somehow hearing it from Itachi’s mouth felt utterly wrong.

“Plus, we need to have alias’s. We gotta pick a different last name!”

“I know. I just thought it would get a rise out of you.”

The second pillow hit the mirror with a crash, her aim severely compromised by her ire.

Itachi smirked, turning to leave the room as he grabbed her suitcase.

“Coffee’s in the kitchen.”

She growled as he shut the door, running to her closet to throw on some clothes and follow him out.

‘Why did I agree to do this, again?’

oOo

The first pit stop was to set up a small tent in the forest.

Sakura had been shocked to find that Itachi packed a whole setup.

Normally when she had missions with Kakashi, they just took turns sleeping in trees.

Somehow, watching Itachi put together a tent, air mattress, and start a fire was extremely comical to her.

“How domestic..” she mumbled, following in behind him as he set down his pack.

Itachi had put up an illusion genjutsu, ensuring that their camp could not be traced in the slightest.

It was impressive work really.

Something she was kicking herself for not thinking of before.

She knew he was a genjutsu genius, but surely even she could do something like this given her precise control over chakra.

He patted the mattress, beckoning her to sit next to him as they prepared to sleep.

She sat as he pulled out a map, pointing out their route for the following morning.

She hummed her agreement and he put the map away, moving back to lay on the far side of the mattress.

“You’re safe to do as you wish in here.”

She eyed him warily as a small smile crept across his pale lips.

“No one will see you… hear you…smell you.”

She swallowed thickly, unsure if he was going to murder her or insinuating other insidious things.

Suddenly feeling trapped, she stood up and grabbed a change of clothes to go outside with.

“I-I’ll be right back. No peeking!”

He hummed, his gaze watching as she scurried out of the tent hastily.

She felt flushed, suddenly nervous to be in such close proximity with the older man.

‘Why am I so scared?’ she thought, hurriedly ripping off her sweat-soaked shirt and putting on a new top.

‘It’s just Itachi. We’ve been intimate before. I know him.’

She looked back at the tent, quickly changing her underwear and throwing on shorts in a mad dash.

Somehow being completely alone with him made everything different.

He felt like an animal, waiting for his chance to devour her.

She let out a shaky breath, trying to calm her wild thoughts as she attempted to focus on the mission.

Yes, this was a mission. She could survive a week with Itachi. Nothing crazy was going to happen.

Grabbing her dirty clothes, she made her way back into the suddenly darkened tent.

Glowing red eyes made her jump, dropping the items on the ground with a squeak.

“Let’s get some rest.”

His voice was a purr, face completely unseen in the pitch black.

Her pulse quickened and she took a hesitant step towards the mattress.

She let out a thankful sigh as his eyes closed and the cover shuffled.

For the millionth time, she asked herself why she decided to come with.

She had come to learn that Itachi on a mission was a terror to even his allies.

She’d hate to be on the other end of the stick.

…

She woke with a start, a shuffle of blankets having pulled her from sleep.

She nearly screamed as deep red eyes glowed inches from her face.

“Just a rabbit. Go back to sleep.”

Itachi must have sensed movement outside the camp and turned on the scary demon eyes.

Somehow, she felt less safe inside the tent.

…

Sakura rubbed her face, eternally thankful that her partner had woken up before her and was manning the fire.

She soon joined him, toothbrush and bottle of water in hand as she prepared for the journey.

They locked eyes, and her heart skipped a beat as his tomoe spun quickly in ruby orbs.

“Why the fuck are you so scary” she garbled in between brushing and spitting.

He cocked his head slightly to the right, raising an eyebrow in question as she scowled.

“What do you mean?”

She pointed at him, tossing the bottle to the ground and huffing.

“Your sharingan, its terrifying!”

He hummed, blinking slowly to reveal black orbs.

“We’re on a mission.”

“We are still on home turf.”

“You never know.”

Green orbs rolled and she crossed her arms, feeling annoyed at his lack of trust in her abilities.

Even though they are on a mission, she wished he would relax a little more and trust that they- that she- could handle anything that came their way.

She hadn’t trained under Tsunade for nothing.

Sakura sighed, grabbing her pack and thinking back to when she thought this would be a fun trip.

‘I can’t wait to get to the town and have my own room.’

…

Sakura dropped her bag in disbelief, staring wide-eyed at the heart shaped bed in the room.

In their room.

“The honeymoon suite.” Itachi said, answering her shock as they opened the door.

“Yep. I remember now.”

The walls were covered in mirrors.

The ceiling was covered in mirrors.

How the fuck was she supposed to sleep surrounded by demon red glowing eyes?

Chapter Text

Sakura pulled her long hair into a high ponytail, putting in an earring she borrowed from Ino as she looked herself over in the bathroom mirror.

This was day one of surveillance.

Their target would be attending the charity event dinner tonight at approximately 8PM.

Sakura and Itachi managed to get in, pretending to be a wealthy newlywed couple wishing to make a large donation.

She nearly stabbed herself in the face with her earring as Itachi appeared behind her.

“Don’t forget your ring.”

His voice was a purr that felt like it caressed her neck.

She didn’t know if it was the mission, his serious demeanor, or the thousands of fucking mirrors, but she felt on edge and jumpy this evening.

Her eyes drifted up to meet his in the mirror and she was relieved to see they were black.

He took a step into her, causing a soft gasp from her throat as his front met her back.

“Relax, we are a married couple who know each other very intimately.”

She nodded, letting her shoulders drop as she thought about the mission.

His eyes drifted to her lips in the reflection and she swallowed thickly as he pressed his mouth to her ear.

“We should get comfortable with… touch.”

Her eyes darted down to her watch, noting the time and wondering just how far Itachi was meaning to take this.

He pulled back, taking her hand to swing her around before moving back in.

Her breath caught and cheeks flushed as his lips grazed her nose.

His hand cupped under her chin, raising it slowly until their eyes met.

“W-we should probably… practice.”

She licked her dry lips, very aware of his hips pressing into her and he hummed his agreement.

She closed her eyes as his lips touched the tip of her nose softly, then her cheek, then the corner of her mouth.

Her heart was racing.

This meant more to her than just a mission.

Itachi was strong. Powerful. Sexy.

They had shared incredibly intimate moments and now was the time to lock lips.

They needed to practice to be believable.

But gods, the way his touch made her pulse jump was abnormal.

Her lips parted slightly as she sucked in a shallow breath, waiting for the contact that never came.

“Come to me.”

His voice was soft against her skin, causing a shiver down her spine.

She closed her lips, swallowing thickly and bracing herself as she slowly leaned in.

Her hands reached up to wrap around his slim waist, gripping his back as she pushed into him.

Fireworks danced behind her lids as their lips pressed together.

They were soft, smooth, and warm.

She gasped as his hand found its way to the nape of her neck, palming the base of her hair and tilting her head back as he deepened the kiss.

He sucked her bottom lip, causing her mind to go fuzzy as his teeth and tongue nipped and swirled.

“Open” he murmured, and she quickly obliged.

Her body felt hot as his nails dug into her skull, tongue pushing into her mouth and taking control of her thoughts.

His knee moved between her thighs, her nails pressing into his shirt as he held her mouth hostage.

He finally released her and she gasped, face flushed and saliva dripping from her red lips as she looked up at him.

His eyes were dark, boring down into her core as they studied her face intently.

A smirk tilted the corner of his lip and her brain was too fuzzy and knees too weak to scowl as he yanked her head back.

“Look at yourself.”

He leaned back, allowing her to see her reflection in the mirror on the ceiling.

She was an absolute mess.

Eyes hooded and dazed, lips red and swollen from his teeth.

Face fully flushed and pulled into an embarrassingly lewd expression.

She watched helplessly in the reflection as his teeth found the side of her throat.

A moan slipped past her wet lips as he bit and sucked his way to her collar bone.

In an instant, she was lifted and sat on the vanity, arms wrapping around the top of his shoulders as his mouth ravished her sensitive skin.

She cried out as he left a mark on her flesh, soothing it with his hot tongue as she wrapped her legs around him.

“I-Itachi…”

He pulled back, licking the spit from his lips as he watched her panting and flushing,

“Don’t go too far.”

He hummed, rubbing at the mark to soothe it and coming back in for a final peck on her lips.

“Finish getting ready.”

His voice was calm and smooth.

In contrast, she blew out a sigh and tried straightening out her clothes and hair as he turned to put on his tie.

‘Fuck. How is he so good at that?’

Her eyes darted up to the ceiling and she sheepishly hopped down from the sink to finish her outfit.

‘I’m so hopeless’ she thought, smacking her cheeks in an attempt to get her head back on straight and run a wand through her straight lashes.

After her makeup was done, she went out into the room to meet him at the door and put on her shoes.

She slid on her ring and glanced over to see his firmly in place.

He caught her eye, grabbing her arm to turn her one last time to the mirror to admire their look.

“You clean up nice” she blushed, looking over his expertly tailored suit and admiring how it fit snugly against his lean muscled build.

“So do you.”

Her black lace dress stopped mid-thigh, stretching tightly over her curves and cut low across her shoulders in a flattering, albeit, revealing way.

His hand swept the hair away from her neck and she groaned as his lips twitched into a sadistic smirk.

Right next to the chain of her necklace sat a huge fucking hickey.

‘I’m gonna kill him for this.’

She scowled as he turned them around, pushing her through the threshold as he held open the door.

“Come, wife.”

“Shut the hell up.”

oOo

Their dinner was filled with awkward pleasantries and fake smiles, Itachi’s hand never leaving the small of her back.

The ring felt heavy on her finger, but she tried to ignore it as she kept her eyes trained on their target.

He was a surprisingly good-looking man.

You’d never know he was wanted for embezzlement and terrorist activity.

Her hand was tugged and Itachi leaned in close to whisper their next move into her ear.

She tried very diligently to keep her mind out of the gutter as he placed his hand on her thigh, tapping a code with his eyes trained on the subject’s wife.

A few minutes later and they both excused themselves to the bathroom, meeting outside behind the venue to regroup.

“I need you to distract him while I speak to his wife.”

She looked up at him, pondering to herself quietly.

“How do I distract him?”

His hand tugged the top of her dress down ever so slightly and he pressed a finger to her lips as she squeaked.

“Like this” he smirked, her eyes shooting down to her pronounced cleavage.

She thanked the gods that she borrowed Ino’s strapless pushup bra for this mission.

Internally she felt worried, never having used seduction in a mission before and unsure if she could actually pull it off.

Itachi seemed to notice her hesitation, cupping her chin and leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“You’re undeniably attractive, Sakura.”

Her face flushed and she closed her eyes as his lips brushed against hers.

The hand on the small of her back drifted down momentarily to trace her panty line before he stepped back.

“Now get out there and seduce that man.”

She grumbled, feeling sonewhat insulted at his tone of voice and smirk, but nodding none the less.

“I’ll be seducing the Mrs.”

She eyed him up and down, feeling slightly salty.

Somehow, that idea made her very unnerved.

“Whatever…just don’t sleep with her.”

He gave her a wink and she growled as he went back inside.

‘Bastard.’

Chapter Text

She did not like the way this man was looking at her.

And she definitely did not like the way his wife was looking at him.

Sakura stole glances at Itachi across the venue, attempting to hide her scowl as the woman laughed and placed lingering touches on his arm.

Her target began speaking again, snapping her out of her trance and bringing her attention back to the mission.

“So, how about we continue this back at my room?”

His dark eyes slid up and down her legs, not bothering to meet her face as they rested on her chest.

Internal Sakura was screaming and punching, but external Sakura smiled politely, nodding in agreement as the man took her hand.

She tried to catch Itachi’s eyes as the man pulled her away but was unsuccessful.

Knowing him, he definitely figured out which room they were in…right?

Sakura could only hope.

As they stood in the elevator she held her breath as the alcohol smell permeated the small space.

He was wasted. Which was actually good news for her, if she could get him to talk.

But by the way he was looking at her, he didn’t seem too keen on just talking.

“So what did you say you did again?”

He pulled her along as he made his way to the room, Sakura straining to keep her voice light and not show how pissed she was.

His hands were sweaty and his face red.

She needed to hurry and get this info out of him before they make it to the bed.

After fumbling with the key card, the door opened and he kicked off his shoes unceremoniously as she stood in the doorway impatiently.

‘Did you hear me, you drunkard? Answer the question!’

He vaguely gestured to his suitcase, rambling about generic businesses and industries he claimed to be running.

He motioned for her to come in closer and she clenched her fist as he patted the bed next to him.

“Really, that sounds very interesting! My husband dabbled in that field as well. Could you possibly tell me more about it? We could be interested in making a business deal.”

Sakura pointedly rolled her wedding band on her finger, the man brushing her off as he loosened his tie.

“We can talk business later. Let’s just have a drink and relax.”

Sakura cursed internally as the man took out a flask from his jacket pocket, offering it out to her.

“N-no I’m not a big drinker. More of an entrepreneur. How long have you and your wife been together, again?”

She swallowed thickly as he grabbed her arm, pulling her to sit on the bed next to him and looked at her with hooded eyes.

“Not too long…”

Sakura screeched when his hand ran up her thigh, instinctively grabbing it and holding it in place.

“Ah!”

He groaned in pain as she gripped too tightly, trying to lessen her chakra as she felt a snap under her palm.

‘Shit.’

“You bitch!”

He reached out with his other hand, grabbing her ponytail and she swung out her fist and clocked him right in the jaw.

He made an odd sound as his head snapped back, falling onto the bed with a thud and she released his hand and jumped to her feet.

‘Oh fuck, did I kill him??’

Suddenly the door swung open and Itachi was at her side, taking stock of the situation before grabbing the man’s head and opening his eyes.

“Itachi!”

She chewed her lip, afraid she had ruined the mission when Itachi shot her a brief look.

“He’s fine. He’s not dead.”

She exhaled, running over to shut the door and beginning to pace as he activated his sharingan and stared into the man’s eyes.

“I’m going to replace his memories. He went up to the room with another woman and passed out before anything happened. We’re going to go down to the lobby and inform them that they put our names in wrong before he wakes up.”

Sakura shook out her hands, trying to get her emotions under control and mind back on the plan.

“We have to change our appearance.”

Itachi hummed, closing his eyes and standing back up smoothly as they reopened black.

“let’s go down and quickly back to our room. We need to check out and find somewhere else to stay.”

Sakura nodded, shooting him a guilty look as he took her hand to lead her out.

“Did you get anything out of him.”

“No…”

“That’s fine. Another day.”

Sakura was kicking herself the rest of the night.

A man touching her shouldn’t have almost ruined the mission. Sakura needed to get herself under control.

Thank kami Itachi was there.

oOo

Itachi could tell she was off.

His gaze watched as she yanked off her jewelry and scrubbed at her face.

She was pissed about something. Itachi hoped it wasn’t aimed at him.

“Sakura.”

She looked at him through the mirror, letting out a sigh as she held her head in her hands.

“There will be other days. We have time.”

She groaned, turning around to face him and he could see how tired she looked.

It was his fault she wasn’t getting proper sleep.

And his ‘creepy fucking eyes’ as she called them.

He glanced to the side at his reflection, tugging the bottom of his suit jacket to straighten it out.

He looked at his face, attempting to soften his expression as he looked back to the pinkette.

Somehow she looked even more pissed.

“It’s not that” she began, tossing her face wipe in the trash and walking into the room.

“I almost blew the mission because I’m a stupid virgin…”

His eyebrow lifted and he could tell she immediately regretted her words as she hid her face behind her hands.

“What do you mean?”

She groaned, throwing herself onto the bed, face in the pillow.

“I got all freaked out when he touched me and I… I knocked him out.”

Itachi froze, his breath catching momentarily before regaining his composure.

“Touched you?”

She turned her face to the side to look up at him, looking ashamed and downtrodden.

“Yea. Instead of sucking it up for the mission I almost blew it.”

“Where did he touch you?”

Itachi sat next to her swiftly, wiping the hair from her face to get a better look at her eyes.

“The thigh.. He put his hand on my thigh and I-“

“Sakura.”

She sat up, looking into his face as he leaned in closer.

His hand hovered above her thigh, rage building in his chest as he thought about that disgusting swine touching his Sakura.

“Where?”

Sakura took his hand, gently placing it on her thigh under her dress, just shy of her panty line where the offending hand was.

His soft hand rubbed a gentle circle, closing his eyes as he felt the sharingan activate as his emotions swelled.

He didn’t want to scare her.

He kept his eyes closed, attempting to quell his anger as he leaned in to rest his chin on the top of her head.

“I’ll kill him.”

Sakura protested, siting the importance of the mission.

Itachi debated.

It was one man. They still had his wife. He’s sure he could get all the information he needed out of just her.

Sakura moaned as his hand gripped her thigh tightly.

He released it, afraid he had hurt her but she placed her small hand over his and gently squeezed.

“It’s okay… If it’s you.”

Itachi took a deep breath, pushing back the sharingan and opened his black orbs to meet emerald.

“I’m fine. We can think of a new strategy tomorrow. No murdering him.”

He snorted, clenching his jaw momentarily before grazing her thigh with his nails.

Her skin goosebumped at his touch and he leaned in, placing a peck to her cheek as she hummed happily.

“We have to go.”

He nodded, pulling her dress back into place and offering her a hand as he stood in a smooth motion.

They grabbed their things and checked out, getting a car as they made their way to the next hotel.

Day two will hopefully be more productive.

Chapter Text

The next day was definitely not productive.

At least, not for the mission.

Their target admitted himself into the hospital with a fractured wrist and a mild concussion. His doting wife stayed by his side the entire day.

Itachi sent back updates with a scroll to the Hokage, and all Sakura and Itachi could do was hole up in their nearby hotel and wait for movement.

Sakura was beginning to get restless.

She put temporary dye into her hair to make it black, wearing black contacts to help her blend in with the citizens of Tsuna and draw less attention.

Itachi was mercilessly teasing her about looking like an Uchiha, which she vehemently despised when he gave her bedroom eyes.

She wanted to make a joke about him being a cousin-fucker, but decided with his family history, it was too low of a blow.

“Can you teach me how to do that genjutsu? The one you did with the tent.”

His gaze slid back to her from the window, and he mulled it over before nodding his head.

“That could prove useful for you” he agreed.

She moved to sit cross legged in front of him and he took her palms in his warm hands.

He explained the basic theory, having her try out each manipulation one at a time before putting them all together.

She caught on remarkably quickly, and he shut his eyes to allow her to test it on him.

“You can use it for any object or use it on yourself to completely erase your existence.”

She hummed, finally getting how he could show up outta fuckin nowhere without a single trace.

She tiptoed around him, trying her best not to brush against him as touch was excluded in this jutsu.

“On someone with less control than I, you would be able to completely manipulate all senses. As it stands now, I cannot hear you though, so give it a try.”

Sakura stalked around him, enjoying the thought that she could finally get the jump on the haughty Uchiha.

She giggled, noting how he did not turn so she stepped up behind him and placed a finger on his back.

She could feel him briefly stiffen before relaxing again and she pumped her fist in triumph.

“You got me” he said, sounding amused.

She decided to quickly jump around in front, poking his nose with the tip of her nail and grinning widely as he scrunched it.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

Feeling emboldened by her new power, she crawled to his side, poking and prodding different parts of his body as he stiffened and twitched in response.

He clenched his jaw, eyes snapping open and catching her as she reached for his nipple.

His sharingan swirled dangerously, spying her chakra imprint and she squealed as he grabbed her hands, moving forward and pinning her to the floor.

“Oh, what was that?”

Her concentration broken, the jutsu ended.

She giggled, squirming under him as his body pinned her in place.

“N-nothing!”

Her face grew pink as his teeth caught her earlobe gently.

“I think you were getting carried away.”

His voice was husky and warm, causing her skin to prickle as his weight settled onto her.

Sakura let out a soft puff of air as his knees slid under her thighs, the heat between them growing as her legs bent and spread around his hips.

“I-Itachi…”

All thoughts of the mission slid away as his mouth found it’s way to her throat, her pulse thrumming chaotically under soft lips.

“Sakura” he answered, his voice low.

Her wrists were released and her hands found their way to the tangle of black hair as he nipped and sucked his way down to her collar bone.

His fingers toyed with the top button, pausing for approval before undoing it.

“Please..”

Her voice came soft and breathy, her body begging for more of his touch as he made quick work of all the buttons.

He pushed her top open, palm rubbing over the pink bra as her legs wrapped around him.

The bra was quickly unclasped and pushed up as his mouth found the taut pink tips, rolling them with his deft tongue as red eyes locked onto hers.

“Itachi…” She whined, her core tingling with need as her hands left his hair and gripped his muscled arms.

“What is it that you want, Sakura?” He purred.

Her face flushed, looking away as she chewed her lip to find words.

“I…want you…. Inside me.”

Itachi hummed, strong hands making their way slowly down her body to stop at the top of her clothing.

She was panting, afraid to look into those devilish red eyes as her bottoms were removed and tossed to the side.

“Look at me.”

She swallowed thickly, eyes sliding down until they met black spinning tomoe against deep red.

He was studying her again, etching each breath and twitch into his memory as the black swirled faster.

Sakura gasped as a digit sunk into her, his gaze unblinking as her eyes rolled and mouth fell open.

To hell with the mission.

It was now Sakura’s mission to lose her damn virginity, once and for all.

She struggled for words, her voice cracking with moans as his finger continued pumping.

“I-Itachi.. I W-want… ahh hah.. M-more..”

He paused then, allowing her to catch her breath as he spoke patiently.

“More, what?”

Her brows furrowed, knowing full well he knew what she meant and cheeks heated as he waited for her to speak.

Kami, why did he have to make her clearly verbalize everything she wanted?

It felt so embarrassing.

“I want… you know…”

A smirk broke across his lips and he leaned down, pressing his body against hers as his hair fell around her vision.

The tomoe stopped spinning, his vision returning to black as he spoke against her lips.

“Dear Sakura, please explain.”

She had nowhere to run as his stare bore into her, his body pressing her against the floor as her gaze shifted nervously.

“You know what I want… Why are you trying to force me to say it…”

He sat back then, a lilt in his voice as he spoke slowly.

“Oh Sakura, I would never force you to do anything… Don’t you understand?”

Her eyes watched as his tongue swept across red lips, unable to move as fingers trailed up her navel.

“This only works if you want it.. If you ask for it. I need to hear exactly….What you want me to do to you.”

She gasped as the last sentence was punctuated with the roll of his hips against her and bit her lip to steady her nerves.

“I-“

Suddenly Itachi was gone.

Sakura blinked in surprise, eyes darting back and forth before she sat up to the sound of the door opening.

She gasped and closed the button up top as Itachi stood at the hotel door, his back to her as someone spoke.

“Itachi, I thought I’d find you around here. Who is your partner?”

Sakura froze, dark eyes wide as a sickeningly familiar face came into view.

“No one you’d know, little brother.”

Sakura crossed her hands in her lap, praying to kami Sasuke hadn’t seen anything as she hid her face in long black hair.

“Hn. The Hokage sent me as your backup in this mission. It seems you’re a little busy right now… I’ll be in room 112. Come find me when you’re done.”

Itachi shut the door, turning around with crimson orbs as he eyed over his reddened partner.

“Apologies, I should have sensed him before.”

He swept across the room, grabbing her bottoms and handing them to her before taking a seat on the bed.

Sakura looked up at the Uchiha, silently coming to the realization that Itachi had been too distracted to have noticed his brother approaching.

Distracted by her.

A small amount of pride welled in her chest but was quickly extinguished as she remembered they had to meet up with Sasuke.

“Do you think we can go this entire mission without Sasuke finding out who I am?” She asked, turning her back to him and pulling on her clothes as she stood up.

Itachi seemed to ponder a moment, tapping a finger on his knee.

Once she was fully dressed, she gently took a seat next to him, twirling a black strand between her fingers in silence.

“Possibly. You’ll have to alter your voice.”

“Hmm. Would you happen to have a jutsu for that?”

She tisked as he shook his head no, sighing as she looked herself over in the mirror hanging on the wall, face beet red.

‘Oh Sakura, you forever virgin.’

Itachi stood, offering a hand to her and she followed him to the bathroom to clean up.

She scowled in the mirror, displeased with the current dampness in her clothes and annoyed with how things had transpired.

‘Whatever. Back to the mission.’

Itachi stayed silent, rinsing his hands under the faucet as Sakura ran her fingers through her hair.

”Alright, let’s go meet Sasuke. If he asks, my name is Saki.”

Itachi nodded, setting down the hand towel before they both made their way to the door.

She’d rather die than be found out by him.

oOo

Chapter Text

“Took your time.”

Sasuke sneered, glaring at Sakura, AKA Saki as Itachi led the way into the room.

Sakura didn’t know why, but the younger Uchiha seemed to really hate her.

Maybe he was jealous that his brother was getting action?

She shook her head, trying to dispel the images of him and Ino together as Itachi pulled out a kitchen chair for her in the small eating area.

“Mind your tongue, little brother.”

Sasuke snorted, choosing to ignore the seat across from the couple as he leaned against the wall.

“So, what happened with the target?”

Sakura fidgeted in her seat, avoiding eye contact as Itachi leaned forward.

“Slight change of plans. Nothing to be concerned about.”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

“I heard he has been in the hospital.”

“Nothing to be concerned about” Itachi reiterated, eyes flashing red.

Sasuke shrugged, dropping it as he looked once again at Sakura.

“Are you from the leaf? I don’t recognize you.”

Sakura shook her head no, glancing up to Itachi for help as he redirected Sasuke's attention.

“Her name is Saki; she is from Suna. She is mute.”

Sasuke nodded his understanding, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Figures Suna would have the hottest girls. Not like the broads back home-“

“Our Target is now the wife, Lucille. One of us can bump into her tomorrow at coffee and strike up a conversation.”

It took everything Sakura had not to jump across the table and pummel the brat.

Itachi gripped her knee tightly, holding her in place as his expression never changed.

“I'll do it.” Sasuke said, a Sly smirk etching his lips.

“I heard she's a looker”

 Sakura clenched her fist under the table, thinking about her poor pregnant friend at home.

She wondered if Ino ever told him.

By the way he is acting, she hopes not.

What is slime ball.

Sasuke had truly turned into a sleaze since he'd been back.

She was glad she never gave him a chance.

“9:00 a.m. tomorrow at the terracotta cup. I'm sure you have been fully briefed on the Intel we are trying to collect. We will rendezvous with you afterwards back at our room. Make sure to knock.”

Sakura's face flushed and she twirled her black hair nervously as teeth unconsciously chewed at her lip.

Now that she knew Sasuke was around, there’s no way in hell anything would happen again.

She simply could not live it down.

Sasuke hummed, pushing off from the wall as Itachi followed him to the door.

Sakura followed him out as Sasuke crossed his arms in the doorway.

“Big brother, it's pretty out of character for you to be startled. I seriously can't believe I got the jump on you-“

Itachi shut the door in his face, smoothly turning around as Sakura hurried to follow behind him.

If she didn't know any better, she would think the older male was embarrassed.

But Sakura knew better than that.

Right?

oOo

The rest of the night was uneventful.

They grabbed something quick to eat and then returned to the room, Itachi resuming his post by the window as Sakura twiddled her thumbs on the bed.

Night had fallen and it was just about time to go to sleep.

Sakura climbed under the blankets, trying not to jump as Itachi slid in next to her.

It was moments like this when they were alone in the room, his body so close to hers, when her heart began to race.

She desperately tried not to think about earlier, about the things she had said and what had almost happened.

Now that she knew Sasuke was just down the hall, things felt awkward.

Like he could jump in and catch them at any time.

It was a little exciting.

But also very, very terrifying.

Itachi had not brought it up since, so she assumed he was solely focused on the mission and was happy to keep it that way.

He turned on his side, and she could feel his gaze on her as she swallowed thickly, staring up blankly at the ceiling.

“Sakura.”

What do you want? What do you want? What do you want??

“Hm?”

She stiffened as he tucked a strand of black hair out of her eyes, unwilling to face him.

Nothing's going to happen.

We are just going to sleep.

oOo

Itachi could tell she was uncomfortable, but he was unsure why.

He moved the hair away, attempting to get a better look at her expression as he leaned closer.

He sat up on his elbow, looking down at the pinkette, now brunette, as artificially darkened eyes refused to meet his gaze.

He had taken his hair tie out, the long locks shifting down his back as he reached for her chin.

He tilted it to face him, her gaze finally meeting his as he studied her face.

Was she mad about earlier?

He was ashamed that he hadn't acted sooner.

The door had open before he even was aware of what was happening and he failed to shield her in time.

He had been frozen at the doorway, unable to understand his lack of action until after the damage had been done.

His sensory skills were much higher than hers, thus it was his duty to detect and act with a clear mind.

 He would not let it happen again.

She deserved that much.

He leaned down, pressing the breath of a kiss to her cheek before laying back and turning on his opposite side.

“Good night, Sakura.”

There was a pause before she answered, a slight shifting of covers as she turned her back to him.

“Good night, Itachi.”

He lay awake for an unknown amount of time, senses on high alert until he finally allowed himself to drift off.

Until something awoke him.

Someone.

oOo

Chapter Text

“Itachi..”

His eyes snapped open, instantly spinning red as he scanned the room with his chakra.

Only he and Sakura were in the immediate vicinity.

He began to relax as the woman shifted next to him.

She was at his back, curled into a ball as her legs moved restlessly.

She called his name again, groaning as she moved onto her back and her head rolled left to right.

Was she having a nightmare?

The moan that followed told him it was something else.

He turned to his other side, watching as pink lips parted with breathy sighs.

“I-Itachi…nnnn.”

He watched her writhe and squirm a few moments longer before calling her name.

She blinked awake, eyes lidded as she slowly came to.

“Itachi?” 

She rubbed her eyes, attempting to clear her vision as he watched silently.

A pink tongue swept across dry lips and he attempted to keep his expression neutral as she reached out and clung to him.

She breathed his name into his chest, pressing herself against him as she nestled her head under his chin.

Was she actually awake?

The timid girl he knew flew out the window as her hand slid it’s way down to his pants.

“Sakura”

She didn’t answer, her small hand squeezing his growing need through the fabric, causing his jaw to tense.

He grabbed her wrist, pinning her onto her back as he slid on top of her.

Large orbs stared up at him, hazy and half lidded as soft lips parted.

“Itachi. Let’s do it.”

He blinked down at her slowly, shifting his weight as her free hand found it’s way to his hair.

He allowed her to pull him down, their noses a hairs breath away as their gazes locked.

This was the clearest she had ever spoken it, and yet, he was not convinced she was fully coherent at this moment.

Then an idea came to his mind.

He wasn’t going to touch her, but he would give her the release she was craving.

Black tomoe slowly began spinning as the room around him bled into complete darkness.

A bed materialized with Sakura laid in the center.

He approached it slowly, watching her emerald eyes as he walked.

His hands grabbed the crook of her knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed as she let herself be at his whim.

In the blink of an eye, their clothes were gone and He was lining their hips together.

They were in his jutsu.

He would make sure she felt nothing but pleasure.

He sheathed himself inside her, wracking her body with wave after wave of endorphins.

Sakura moaned out, gripping the sheets as her eyes squeezed tight with every rush of heat.

He was keenly aware of his outside surroundings, not allowing himself to feel the faux sensations in this dream-like world he created.

He watched as Sakura’s eyes rolled back, body arching off the sheets as she screamed and gasped her release.

He kept going, wanting to test the extent of her mind as waves of pleasure coursed through her consciousness.

“Have you had enough?” he spoke into the void.

“More”  she answered, her chest heaving with adrenaline.

He wondered for a brief moment if he would be spoiling her actual first time with this concocted simulation but tossed that thought aside as she began moving against him.

He gave her another 20 minutes, then 30, then an hour while only seconds passed on the outside.

Itachi shut his eyes, sharingan fading to black as they reopened and fixated on the panting woman beneath him.

Eventually, her breathing began to slow, signaling that she was sliding back into sleep and so Itachi moved back to his side of the bed.

A devilish smirk lit his expression, eager to see how she would respond in the morning.

Never the less, it was sure to be entertaining.

oOo

“What the hell happened last night?!”

Itachi blinked slowly, hiding an amused grin as he pulled on his long black cloak.

“What ever do you mean?”

He easily caught the pillow she threw before tossing it aside.

“You know what I mean!” she yelled, hiding her red face behind her hands.

“Did that happen? It felt so real, but I know something was off. What did you do?!”

He laughed then, a soft sound for only a moment before turning to face her.

“Fear not, Sakura. Your chastity is intact.”

That only seemed to make her more enraged.

“Don’t say that!”

She threw herself into the bed face down, kicking her feet childishly as she groaned.

He wasn’t quite sure why she was so embarrassed, but it proved to be very amusing.

He swept to her side, pushing dark strands out of her face before knotting his fist in the back of her hair.

He gently pulled her head back, forcing her to stare into his eyes as he spoke.

“I gave you what you asked for, in a way. Did you not enjoy yourself?”

She chewed a pink lip, averting her gaze shyly as she pushed herself upright.

“That was your jutsu, wasn’t it?”

He hummed his assurance and ran his hand slowly down her back.

She trembled, shaking her head and slapping her cheeks to fully wake herself before hopping out of bed.

“So that’s what it’s like. I had no clue you could do something like that..”

She trailed off, twisting a strand of dark hair in her fingers before turning her back to him.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Stay in here!”

Itachi cocked an eyebrow, attempting to understand the range of emotions she was exhibiting as the younger woman stomped into the bathroom and locked the door.

His mind raced with all the possibilities and a sickly grin spread over his lips as he anticipated what to come.

He surely made the correct decision in picking this woman as his subject of interest.

His dull village life was becoming more lively.

oOo

Sakura was pissed.

Aroused, exhausted, satisfied, but also pissed.

Itachi had put her in that jutsu.

The one that put Kakashi into a coma.

The one she has been afraid of half of her life.

She scrubbed at her body, flashes of it filling her senses as she tried to shake it off.

What the hell did he think he was doing?

And he said she asked for it?

When did that happen?

All she could remember is she was having a sexy dream and then it flipped to that weird liminal space.

And it felt insanely real.

Her mind was all confused, trying to rectify the pleasure she felt with the horror of it all.

That bastard didn’t think to ask permission before doing that?

The same guy who needs me to spell out every desire I have from my own lips before he will even touch me?

This is fucked.

She hung her head in the water, trying to think over what happened in-between.

He said she asked for it.

Now that she thought harder, she may have a vague memory of talking to him when she briefly woke up.

Shit, maybe he was right.

She shut off the shower, deciding to get to the bottom of this before she made more of a fool of herself.

After drying off, she threw on a towel and marched into the room with her fists balled.

Itachi glanced up, his left leg crossed over the right as he sat at the small writing table in the corner.

He had been reading a piece of paper, but Sakura ignored that in favor of standing over him with a glare.

She crossed her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing as he calmly pushed the paper to the side.

“You used that jutsu on me, right?”

“Yes”

He uncrossed his legs, lacing his fingers together in his lap instead as she huffed.

“You said I asked for it. What did I say?”

The Uchiha blinked slowly up at her, black eyes locked onto hers as he spoke calmly.

“You were calling my name. You woke up and told me, ‘lets do it.”

The embarrassment she felt at that statement almost made her scowl falter, but she persisted.

“I knew you weren’t fully awake, so I did not touch you. I gave you what you wanted, if only to settle you back into sleep. Now that you’re awake, feel free to ask again, if you’d like.”

Itachi’s devilish grin made her crack, her face beginning to flush.

She took a step back as he stood, looming over her as deep eyes spun red.

“Actually, you were the one with your hands on my body… touching places you shouldn’t have been. Or do you not recall?”

His voice grew dark, his aura suffocating as he backed her against the wall.

Saukra gasped as his hand gripped loosely around her throat, leaning down to whisper in her ear as goosebumps prickled her damp flesh.

“So, what is it that you want, Sakura?”

She swallowed thickly, chest heaving as her legs shook.

In moments like this, she remembered how fucking terrifying Itachi Uchiha could be.

He pulled away, slipping back into the chair as he continued reading the letter.

Sakura took several moments to get herself together, chewing her lip as she thought over his words.

She grabbed her clothes, taking them into the bathroom and slamming the door as she got changed.

He did have a point.

Just yesterday she was begging for him and now…

Her feelings towards him were…complicated.

She still wasn’t sure if she fully trusted him.

But could you really blame her?

His personality was undeniably twisted.

He definitely enjoyed making her feel uneasy when he wasn’t carrying her home and making her breakfast.

Who really is Itachi?

She didn’t understand him.

But for some reason, she wanted to.

oOo

Chapter Text

He didn’t mind that she was angry.

Her emotions didn’t bother him, as he was entertained by all of it.

When she stood above him, rage in her eyes, it inspired a similar passion within him.

He had let it spill out, encapsulating and immobilizing her as he pressed her against the wall.

He was aware he wasn’t quite sane, the way his thoughts and actions took hold.

But there was something about her that drove him to want more, so he tried his hand at selfless, chivalrous kindness.

But this was still novel to him, having had acted as a ruthless criminal for such a time that it successfully altered his being.

He could not deny the part of him that craved friction.

The joy that someone else’s fear brought him.

He couldn’t fully blame her for being unsure of what she wanted from him.

As he wasn’t exactly a stable minded person.

He mused all of this as they sat in the small café, eating breakfast.

They were across the street from where Sasuke would be meeting Lucille.

He kept watch of all entering and exiting patrons as the woman across from him silently picked at her eggs.

After several minutes, she spoke.

“So, what did that letter say?”

Ah, back to business Sakura.

He took the piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolding it and sliding it across the table to allow her to read.

 Itachi had connections in the inner circle of the fundraiser and one of them had written to him with a few of his findings.

The target's wife had been moving money around, opening additional bank accounts across the Nation, which Itachi believed her husband was not aware of.

It was critical to get to her sooner rather than later.

Itachi probably should have disguised himself and met up with her today instead of Sasuke, but he was choosing to put his trust in his younger brother.

And this way, he could still keep tabs on the husband with his crows.

When Sakura was done, she handed it back to him and he folded and replaced it.

He wasn't worried about anyone taking it off him.

It would be a death sentence for whomever tried.

Just as Itachi noticed, Sakura turned her head to watch as Lucille entered the coffee shop.

A few moments later, Sasuke trailed in behind.

He soon made contact, talking her into getting a booth with him near the windows.

Itachi's sharingan easily read their lips, paying close attention to their conversation as Sakura leaned in closer.

“What are they saying?” she whispered.

“He's flirting with her.”

He could tell she grimaced without even looking as she squinted at the couple.

It only took a few minutes for the woman to throw herself all over his younger brother.

Although Sasuke wasn't one for meaningful conversation, his looks easily allowed him to get what he wanted.

Itachi was almost proud.

“He's asking her what she does.”

“What is she saying?”

Sakura was practically laying across the table at this point, determined to whisper as quietly as possible, although he could easily make out what she said.

“Banking.”

 Sakura hummed and his mind began making connections.

That tied in with the new accounts she had been opening.

But who else was she working with?

And why did they attend this particular fundraiser in Suna?

The couple seemed to be interested in making connections that night.

It seemed like there was something bigger in play.

Mr. Izaya did in fact own four separate companies under different pseudonyms.

But apparently that wasn't enough to satisfy his greed.

Or his wife's.

“She's really pretty, isn't she?”

Itachi hummed, not bothering to confirm or deny as he felt Sakura shift next to him.

He knew she had a complicated relationship with her ex-teammate, and it seemed she could still get jealous over him.

He briefly wondered what it was about his younger brother that still had a hold on her, before tossing that thought aside as the couple began to stand.

“She asked him back to her room.”

“Kami, that pair certainly do not believe in the sanctity of marriage, do they?” she scoffed, referring to Mr. and Mrs. Izaya.

Itachi didn't answer, having never really seen the value in marriage as he continued to watch their target.

“let's go back to our room, I can send a crow to watch and report back.”

He hadn't missed the way she shuddered at the mention of his crows and offered her a hand as they stood from the table.

“I'm kind of glad Sasuke went instead of you..”  Sakura mumbled under her breath as they made their way back.

“Why is that?” he prodded, a sly smirk etching his lips as she turned her face away.

She refused to answer and they spent the next 2 hours at separate ends of the hotel room until Sasuke knocked.

oOo

“She has connections in Suna.”

Itachi hummed and Sakura stayed silent as the three of them sat on the floor.

Sasuke flipped his hair over his shoulder, leaning back on one arm as he looked between her and Itachi.

“I suspect it might be someone higher up under the Kazekage. Would you have any ideas on who that would be?” he asked, looking at Sakura.

She shook her head no and Itachi shifted beside her, resting his arm on his bent knee.

“I think she may be planning to meet up with them in the next few days. It seems like her husband is not involved.”

“I agree, it does seem that way.” Itachi answered.

Sakura regretted her disguise, wishing she could contribute to the conversation, even though it's not like she had anything insightful to add at this time.

But damn, she wanted to be useful on this super team of geniuses.

There had to be something she could do.

“I can find out who it is.”

The brothers stared at her, her voice having come out in a whisper.

“I have a personal relationship with the Kazekage. I can request an audience with him and scope out his advisors.”

“I thought you were mute”  Sasuke mused, his sentiment cut short as Itachi spoke next.

“Alright. You should request it tonight. I can relay a message to the hokage, so he is aware of the plan.”

Sakura nodded, eyeing Sasuke to see if she had given anything away, but he seemed oblivious.

She wasn't lying.

Ever since reviving Gaara with her bare hands, the two had been on friendly terms.

It also helped her alibi that she was masquerading as a Ninja of Suna who definitely would have met the Kazekage before.

This was her chance.

Sakura was relieved when Sasuke stood up, and then immediately disappointed as he moved to sit at the writing desk.

Itachi excused himself to the restroom and left the two of them alone for an uncomfortable amount of time.

Sakura was content not to look at or speak to the younger Uchiha as she rested her back against the bed but that was soon ruined as he spoke.

“Saki, how old are you?”

Shit.

Now that he knew she could speak, she wouldn't be able to get out of this.

He was clearly just forcing her to answer him.

She highly doubted he actually cared.

“19”  she lied, trying to distance herself from his peers.

He hummed, easily accepting it with her shy demeanor.

“You are not a mute”

She shook her head slowly and he stayed silent, expecting another answer and probably an explanation.

After a pause, she answered him quietly.

“I have a vocal cord injury.”

He eyed her over, his gaze crawling in her skin as she crossed her arms over her chest.

He seemed to accept this but clearly did not respect it as he decided to ask another question.

“So, are you and Itachi together?”

The bathroom door opened then, the older Uchiha slid down next to Sakura as black eyes met red.

“That is none of your concern.”

Itachi placed his arm along the bed behind her head, unofficially laying his claim as Sakura averted her eyes shyly.

That much should have been obvious considering what he walked in on yesterday, but she guessed Sasuke was dense when it came to romance.

Thank kami he hasn’t figured out it’s her.

This could have been way more uncomfortable.

Still, she wasn’t enjoying the way he leered at her and the comment about her being hot yesterday.

The brothers continued their stare off, and Sakura decided it was time for her to get out of there.

“I’m going to grab us lunch.”

Itachi nodded, eyes watching as she slipped through the door.

Sakura blew out a sigh of relief, cursing Sasuke for not leaving earlier as she made her way into town.

She wondered if she should get Sasuke something, but decided the bastard was on his own.

-

When she got back to the room and two sets of eyes glued to her, she knew it would be a long night.

oOo

Chapter Text

The letter was sent.

“It will arrive today. The Hokage should respond within the next 48 hours.” Itachi said, sharingan spinning as he looked through the window.

Sakura sat on the bed, sharpening her kunai while Sasuke set his drink down on the table.

She shot a glare that he missed.

‘Why the hell are you still here?!’

She internally sighed, wishing it was her and Kakashi on this mission.

He was sure to make things fun by dragging her to the nearest hot spring or making up silly games.

At minimum if Sasuke wasn’t here, she could be less on edge.

Weather it was the boredom or simply curiosity, Sakura Decided to speak.

“Are you meeting up with Lucille again?”

Dark orbs slid over, her ex-teammate giving a slow blink before answering.

“I'm going to her room tonight at midnight. I'll meet up with you two in the morning.”

Sakura didn't miss the way his lips twitched into a slight smile, trying not to think about what they would be doing all night.

At least this would get him out of their hair.

“Keep the blinds open” Itachi answered, causing the corner of Sasuke's mouth to tug down slightly.

Sakura knew it was so that Itachi could keep an eye on the target, but it still felt like he was being a peeping tom.

She had a feeling Sasuke thought the same.

He hummed his acknowledgment, standing and grabbing his cup as he made his way to the door.

He still had a few hours before they would meet, but Sakura was glad to see him leave.

“I'm going to go get ready. Itachi, dismiss your birds when I give the signal.”

He ran his fingers through his hair as demonstration and Sakura resisted the urge to giggle, thinking that the pretty boy does that regularly.

The click of the door signaled his departure and Sakura relaxed against the headboard as she turned to face her partner.

“Finally,”  she mouthed, earning a slight smirk from the older male as he turned to face her.

Her ex-teammate’s presence had given her such anxiety throughout the day that she needed something to break the tension.

She felt her heart beginning to race, thinking the man before her could be just what she needed.

oOo

Sakura's secret mission was back in action.

She yanked off her top, tossing it to the ground as she straddled Itachi’s waist.

He pulled her down, capturing her lips as his fingers made quick work of the clasp on her bra.

He helped her out of it, her breaths coming in pants against his mouth as she reached for the bottom of his shirt.

Sakura sat back, watching as Itachi skillfully removed the top in a flash as deep crimson orbs fixated on her body.

Her forwardness enthralled him as he allowed her to take the lead, only mild flushing of her cheeks as her hands roamed his torso.

She was determined to reenact the simulation he showed her.

Screw Sasuke and his lack of knocking.

 She was ready.

Sakura was surprised that Itachi hadn’t pinned her down and demanded words out of her; she was going to take this power as far as he would allow.

She ran her hands down his muscles, marveling at the defined veins in his forearms and deep cut above his pelvis as her eyes drank in the sight.

She wanted to see more.

Itachi crossed his arms behind his head, tomoe spinning with a satisfied smirk as he watched her shimmy out of her pants.

Trembling fingers fumbled with his button and he decided to speak.

“Nervous?”

She flushed then, chewing her lip as she sheepishly looked up into the sharingan.

“No, I’m fine”

She managed to undo it, slowly pulling the zipper down as she sat on his thighs.

“Is… this okay?” she asked timidly, hoping he would say yes.

“As long as this is what you want.” He answered, his voice a deep purr as he continued to watch.

He could tell she was eager.

It intrigued him.

Just how far was she going to take it?

Sakura swallowed thickly, stepping off him as she twirled her hair around her finger.

“Um, could you take those off?”

He obliged, using only one hand, two fingers to be exact, to expertly remove and toss them aside.

How does he make everything appear so effortless?

Sakura needed to master that skill eventually.

His black compression shorts tented slightly, indicating to her that she was doing something right at least.

It gave her the courage to continue as she looked him over again, chewing her lip as their gazes met.

This was it.

She had never seen his before.

But he had seen all of her.

It was her turn now.

She blew out a breath, breaking their stare as she reached out tentatively to the top of his shorts.

“Do you need help?”

“No.”

She steeled her resolve, ignoring Itachi’s shit eating grin as she tugged gently on the band.

She kept her eyes on the shorts, watching them slowly move down until they were fully off.

Keenly aware of the intensity of his gaze, she finally slid her eyes up his body until they landed on the semi-hard member.

A pang of doubt shot through her.

‘Why isn’t he fully erect? Does he not find me attractive?’

She shook it away, choosing instead to take it as a challenge as she reached out for him.

She rubbed it gently, watching in awe as it throbbed under her touch.

She looked up at him for approval, heart hammering in her chest as deep red eyes glowed back.

“Well?”

His voice was soft, contrary to the predatory look in his eyes as she swallowed thickly.

She took that as approval, wrapping her hand around the base and giving a few slow tugs.

She yelped as he pulled her on top of him, her left arm catching herself before falling flat on her face.

She was diagonal over him, and he fixed that as he took her left leg and pulled it over his thigh until she was straddling him again.

He grabbed the hand that was wrapped around him, bringing it to his mouth and they locked eyes as he ran his tongue along her palm.

He replaced it and she began pumping again, the spit lubricating her ministrations as his member slowly pulsed, filling with blood.

He captured her chin, holding her hostage with his intense gaze as she felt him come to life.

“That’s it.” He encouraged, smirking as a nervous blush lit her cheeks.

She was beginning to get worried, feeling how much he’d grown in her hands and wondering if he would even fit inside her.

He could see her nerve leaving her, small hands slowing as dark eyes darted away.

“Having second thoughts?”

Sakura chewed her lip, removing her hand and sitting up in his lap as she looked down to his full power.

She couldn’t help but compare his size to Kakashi.

She wasn’t quite sure, but he seemed… thicker.

Similar length she supposed, maybe a little shorter, but the circumference was definitely something to be noted.

“Um… do you think it will… fit?”

She couldn’t help the blush that burned her cheeks, traveling down her chest as he pulsed, almost in response to her concern.

“If you are sufficiently prepared.”

He flipped their positions then, deciding to take over as she seemed to have reached the end of her experience.

“Do you want me to prepare you?” he purred, relishing in the moan that left her throat as he groped her breast, breathing in her hair.

“Yes”  she said breathlessly, turning her head to the side to allow him access as his teeth grazed delicate skin.

He hummed his agreement, hand traveling down her curves to rest at damp pink panties.

He moved the fabric aside, slipping in one finger as she gripped onto his shoulders.

 He pushed it all the way in, waiting until she was begging before he began moving in and out.

“Ah.. Itachi…”

Her body squirmed with each movement, heartbeat thrumming loudly in his ears as she moaned and whimpered.

Eventually she couldn't take it, breathily pleading for more and he obliged, adding another finger causing her to jolt.

She was dripping wet, fingers making a lewd squelching noise as they pumped into her.

She knew too wouldn't be enough, based on his size, and asked for more once again.

It was tight.

She could feel herself stretching, feeling overly full as his third finger entered.

She cried out his name again, a hint of pain in her voice as he continued to move.

He watched her closely, sharingan trained on every gasp and grimace as she slowly loosened.

“Does it hurt?”

She shook her head, but he slowed his pace as she winced.

“We can stop-“

“N-no, I’m fine” she interjected, lashes fluttering as he paused at the base.

He kept his fingers fully inside her heat, savoring her gasp as his thumb rolled her clit slowly.

“This will help”

He leaned in, swallowing her moans as he rolled the bud until she was trembling, digging short nails into his back.

She broke free with a shout, throwing her head back with eyes tightly shut as she clenched around his fingers.

“Good girl” he purred, pumping in and out as her body twitched and jumped.

“Ah.. Itachi.!!”

Stars flashed behind closed eyelids and he continued pumping, her sensitive flesh pulsing around him as her body burned and tingled.

He stopped, allowing her to catch her breath as his fingers remained inside.

Tired eyes peeked open, heart jumping as Itachi’s red orbs stared back at her intently.

A small smirk etched his lips, and she couldn’t help but follow the movement as he licked them.

“Now you’re ready.”

He was right.

Even though she just climaxed, her body was burning, screaming for more as her core pulsed and dripped.

It was embarrassing how wet his hand felt between her legs.

She imagined his fingers would be pruned by now, covered in her as they remained all the way in.

He waited patiently, blinking slowly as she mustered the ability to speak.

“I’m ready.” She replied, eyes sliding closed as he moved in to mesh their lips together.

He slid his tongue in, taking control of her as she felt him shift slightly.

He pulled back then, taking his fingers with him as he sat between her legs, watching as she chewed her lip.

Her panties were removed, thrown carelessly across the room in a wet heap.

Her gaze slid down to his erect member, taking a deep breath before coming back up to meet crimson.

“What do you want, Sakura?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

His smirk widened, one hand pushing her leg open further as his other took hold of himself.

“As you wish.”

A breathy moan escaped her throat as the tip slid in, his eyes never leaving her as more disappeared.

It was uncomfortable, hard, impossibly large, but damn did it feel good.

He grabbed both her legs behind the knee, wrapping them around his hips as he leaned forward and steadied himself on one hand.

His other slithered up her body, squeezing her hip, ribs, breast, before resting at her throat.

She looked so vulnerable, so helplessly at his mercy that his grip unconsciously tightened around the thrumming veins.

She left herself so open in this moment .. It would be easy.

He moved against her, each thrust faster and deeper than the last.

She cried out, whimpering and wrapping her arms around him as he watched her face contort.

“Are you in pain?”  His voice was tight, a hint of madness lacing his words as his nails bit into flesh.

“No….keep going!”

He sat back then, throwing her legs onto his shoulders as he thrust harder.

“Look at me, Sakura.”

Blurry eyes peeked open, cheeks flushed red as she gasped for air.

“Is this what you want?” he grit.

She nodded her head, chest bouncing with his force as he rocked into her.

“Say it.”

Her answer spilled from wet lips easily, fingers tangling into the bed sheets as she attempted to hold on.

“Yes…yes…YES!”

His grin widened, his pace becoming erratic as she cried out over and over.

He moved forward, pinning her knees to her shoulders as he continued thrusting harshly.

The marks on her neck taunted him, beckoning for him to take control of her life as well as her body.

“Itachi!”

She screamed her orgasm into his hair, his chest rumbling in response as he gave a few final pumps before pulling out.

He spilled onto her womb, pooling in her belly button as her legs crumpled uselessly to the bed along with her arms.

He shut his eyes tightly, willing his sharingan away as he calmed his mind and shook away violent thoughts.

There was a reason he didn’t bed anyone carelessly.

When he let himself go like this, it usually ended in taking someone’s life.

Black eyes opened, staring down at the flushed woman beneath him.

He eyed the marks on her neck and suspected bruising to come on her inner thighs.

He didn’t want to harm her.

He didn’t want to take her life.

After a moment, he moved, pressing his back against the headboard as Sakura caught her breath.

He rubbed the back of his knuckle across her throat, his face softening as she looked up to meet his gaze.

“Heal yourself.”

It sounded more like an order than concern, but Itachi was trying.

She placed a hand to her throat, soft green glow illuminating the room as her wounds quickly disappeared.

“Sorry.”

Sakura cocked an eyebrow, studying the curious expression that almost looked to be guilt as it flashed across his face.

She smiled, blushing as she closed her legs and pressed her hand over his.

“Thanks.”

It wasn’t how she expected it to be, or who she ever imagined it to be with, but she did it.

Sakura was finally no longer a virgin.

Mission success!

oOo

Chapter Text

“Owww.”

Sakura groaned, rolling out of bed onto the floor as her legs refused to work properly.

Itachi shot her an amused look, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the cranky woman struggle to her feet.

“I’ll ask again, do you need help?”

“No!” she hissed, pressing a hand to her hips, thighs, and Pelvis as she continued healing just about every part of her body.

She felt like the bones themselves were bruised.

“You’re in bad shape.”

“Fuck off.”

She staggered to the bathroom, holding her lower back before slamming the door shut.

“I’m taking a shower, don’t come in!”

Itachi turned his attention back to the hospital, wondering if he should check her in next.

She would hate that.

oOo

Sakura opened the windows, begging for all evidence of last night to leave before Sasuke came by.

She had just gotten out of the shower, finally feeling okay after the rough morning she awoke to.

‘From the rough night.’

She tried to hold in the giggle, blushing and looking away as Itachi eyed her incredulously.

She fell back onto the bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling and wishing Sasuke would never come back.

The knock at the door dashed all her hopes and dreams.

oOo

“What’s wrong with you?”

Sakura jumped, trying to hide her face in long black hair as Sasuke stared her down.

She tried her best to act normal but knowing that she just banged his brother hours before, she couldn’t help but feel awkward and weird around him.

‘Just act cool, Sakura!’

“I’m… just feeling a little nervous for the mission. I’ll be alright” She whispered.

Itachi could sense her unease, putting himself between them as he redirected Sasuke’s attention.

“Lucille is planning to meet with her partner in 4 days.”

Sasuke nodded.

“She didn’t explicitly say it, but I also came to that conclusion” he answered.

Itachi laced his fingers in his lap, blinking slowly before he spoke again.

“Did you learn anything else after I stopped watching?”

Sakura knew what that meant, searching Sasuke’s face for any sign of coyness or embarrassment, but he simply yawned.

“Nothing of note.”

He definitely looked like he was up all night with that married woman.

‘That scoundrel.’

She almost felt like a hypocrite but brushed the thought aside as her and Itachi went to bed at a decent time, and he is definitely not married.

At least, not that she knew of.

Her mind began to spiral, pondering all the things she didn’t know about the Uchiha when Itachi suddenly stood and turned towards the door.

Sakura’s head snapped to the right, having seen two sets of sharingan spring to life.

The three of them readied themselves, several chakra signatures moving in fast to their location.

“Enemy ninja.” 

The front door blew open, thrown into the wall as Sasuke flashed forwards to kick it aside.

Suddenly they were surrounded.

A figure clothed in all black flicked his wrists, kunai whizzing towards her as she swiftly diverted chakra to her arms.

She lifted the bed sideways, the weapons sticking into the comforter with several thuds.

Her comrades flashed through the room, clashing with countless other attackers as she flung the bed at the ninja closest to her.

“Hah!”

The furniture crashed into the wall, shattering a window as one of the attackers fell out of it.

The other jumped on top, pushing off and sprinting towards her as they pulled out a dagger.

Sakura pulled a kunai from her pouch, clashing with the dagger as she shoved him backwards with a forceful push of chakra.

They flipped backwards and Sakura followed, winding her fist for a devastating blow.

The ninja flicked their wrist, yanking a wire attached to the kunai on the bed and it Jumped to life, wrapping around her arm as she was pulled off balance.

“Chaa!” 

Sakura swung around, using the momentum of the pull as she pooled chakra to her leg, smashing it into their side as she crushed them through the wall.

Her attacker fell to the ground, a human sized hole now present as she swung around to find her next opponent.

Sasuke and Itachi were working in tandem, Itachi throwing them off balance and flinging them into Sasuke’s lightning blade as he expertly cut them down.

The brothers really made a great team.

She couldn’t observe long before a handful more were at her back.

They seemed to have come from the roof, flying down on wire as they swung through the busted window.

One grabbed her arm and she grunted, throwing them full force into another as they tumbled through the hole and were replaced by two more.

Who they hell were these guys?

She unwrapped the kunai from her arm, infusing it with chakra and whipping it around someone’s neck, yanking them to her with the wire and knocking them unconscious with one blow.

They dropped to the floor with a thud, and she ran into a group of 4, both fists glowing as she ducked under kunai and shuriken alike.

One grazed her cheek, but she moved in closer, jumping up to slam her fist under a chin and another into someone’s stomach.

They flew with a crunch, the other two running in knives out as she caught their wrists and crushed them.

The weapons dropped, and she spun around and tossed their asses out the wall with a victory cry.

‘Hell yea!’

Seeing no other adversaries in that direction, she spun around to join the two men who were now fighting in the hallway.

There was no end to these bastards.

Itachi sped forward, grabbing the side of ones head as he flipped them into the wall with one smooth motion.

They hit hard, falling unconscious just as another one hit the ceiling.

Sasuke pulled his hand from someone’s chest, flicking the blood off as a bolt of lightning screeched down the other hall, catching three more in its wake.

Sakura jumped to Itachi’s side, watching as more bodies filled her view.

“They just keep coming.” She hissed.

“The building won’t last long. We need to leave.” He answered, shooting Sasuke a glance and the younger brother nodded his understanding.

“The tower.”

Itachi grabbed Sakura’s hand, the room vanishing in a puff of smoke as they reappeared underneath the Suna water tower.

Sasuke arrived in a swirl of leaves, wiping his bloodied arm on his cloak as he approached them.

“Blood?” asked Sakura.

“Not mine.”  He answered, eyeing her as he stopped in front of his brother.

“You fight like someone I know.”

Sakura swallowed thickly, rolling a strand of hair around her finger before Itachi interjected.

“Her contact knows we are looking into them.”

“Either that or Mr. Izaya found out I banged his wife” Sasuke sneered.

Itachi gave him a blank, unamused expression before crossing his arms over his chest.

“Do you have reason to believe he may have?”

“She seems like the type to rub it in his face”  He smirked.

Itachi hummed, scanning their surroundings to confirm no enemies approaching as he turned toward Sakura.

“I will look into it. If that's the case, you can continue your mission as planned.”

She nodded, rolling her shoulder as she stretched out the kinks.

It had been a minute since she had a serious battle.

It felt nice.

“You are a lot less timid than I thought.”  Sasuke proclaimed, circling around behind her as he picked wire out of her long black hair.

‘Why the hell are you so interested in me?’  she grumbled internally, suppressing a growl as he circled back in front with a smirk.

She's stiffened as Itachi rested his hand on her opposite shoulder, arm laying across the back of her neck, the brothers’ eyes locking.

‘What the hell is this, some sort of turf war? ‘

She cleared her throat, stepping away from the duo as she looked out towards the city.

“Where do we stay now?”

A crow cawed as it landed on Itachi's wrist, him tying a small note to its leg before sending it off.

“I'm sending notice to the hokage. We will stay outside city limits for the time being.”

 He began walking, Sakura and Sasuke falling in together behind him silently.

He was the team leader for all intents and purposes.

oOo

Sakura sighed, tying her hair back into a ponytail as they trudged through the desert heat.

They made their way through the sand, getting further and further away from civilization as Sakura moaned internally.

It was easily 90 plus degrees during the day.

And night time around here could get frigid.

Staying in a tent was not ideal, but that was the situation they found themselves in.

They couldn't afford a paper trail with Mr. Izaya on their scent.

Itachi prepared the camp, using his jutsu to hide all traces as they stepped inside.

 Sakura was a little pissed she left her pack behind, but was grateful when Sasuke offered her a cup he made from clay with water in it.

“Thanks”  she murmured, taking slow sips.

Itachi removed his cloak, folding it and laying it at the bottom of the tent, revealing  a torn white tank top.

Sakura approached him, raising her hand to the small shallow cut on his bicep as she quickly healed it.

She then noticed her own injuries, healing them quickly before turning toward Sasuke.

“Proficient in healing as well?” he asked.

 She approached him silently, taking his hand as she wiped away the blood.

She blinked at the electric burns that snaked their way around his arm, looking up at him disapprovingly as she folded back the sleeve of his cloak.

“Why didn't you say anything?”

“It's not a big deal.”

Gentle hands glowed as the marks disappeared.

She sighed, grateful that they all managed to get out relatively unscathed as she let his arm drop.

She startled as Sasuke leaned in close, eyes bleeding red as he studied her face.

“You're wearing contacts.”

 She sputtered, taking a step back as he eyed her up and down once again.

 His eyes snapped back up and she knew she had been caught.

Shit.

“Sakura”

Fuck.

He put a hand on his hip, looking between her and his brother as Itachi sat cross-legged on the ground.

There was nothing he could do to save her at this point.

She gave him a sheepish smile, sitting down beside Itachi as Sasuke made a disgruntled sound.

“Why would you pretend to be someone else?”

She looks up at Itachi then back to him.

He understood then, thinking over the past few days as an awkwardness settled in.

He sat across from them, running a hand through his hair as he looked away.

This felt almost reminiscent of when he first saw them holding hands through the village.

And yet much, much worse.

An image flashed in his mind of her sprawled out naked on his hotel room floor and he shook it away, attempting not to dwell on the implications.

For some reason, it was still eating at him.

“Have you two fucked?”

“Sasuke!”  Sakura shrieked, covering her face in her hands as mortification ran through her body.

He of all people was the last person she ever wanted to hear that from.

“It's none of your concern” Itachi said calmly, meeting eyes with his brother before the younger Uchiha gazed up at the ceiling.

That was definitely an affirmative.

“I'm going to go sit outside.” he grumbled, swiftly making his way out of the tent as he sat back down under the scorching sun.

Sakura looked up at Itachi, his expression giving no hint to his internal feelings as she groaned.

Somehow, his little brother finding out he slept with his ex-teammate didn't seem to bother him.

Seeing as they were stuck there for an undetermined amount of time, she pulled out her cell phone, checking to see she had a few bars before opening her contacts.

She hovered over Kakashi’s name before shaking her head, going one down as she began to type.

She needed to vent, and she knew just the person.

oOo

Chapter Text

‘Sasuke found out that Itachi and I hooked up. Help!’

‘you and Itachi did what??? like had sex??’

She angled herself away from the older male so that he couldn't see her screen, typing furiously to explain the situation, hoping for some sympathy from her best friend.

‘Yea. we hooked up last night, and kind of the day before. Sasuke walked in on us. The three of us are stuck on a mission together, sharing a tent. What do I do??’

Sakura’s phone began to ring and she hissed, declining the call as she furiously typed into the device.

‘I can't talk, Ino pig! They are both literally right next to me!’

Sakura watch the bubbles for what seemed like an entire minute before Ino’s replies finally came through.

‘Holy shit.’

‘Threesome?’

A photo loaded of her friend raising a blonde eyebrow, biting her lip.

Sakura's gaze darted up to Itachi, praying he hadn't seen that.

He was looking at his own phone, seemingly unaware as she angrily replied.

‘you're no help’ she sent, with an angry emoji before her phone buzzed again.

A text notification popped up from an unsaved number and she clicked on it.

Her entire face lit up red as she stared at a picture of herself laying in bed, topless.

Itachi cleared his throat and her gaze shot up to him, eyebrows pulling down in anger as his smirk widened.

“When did you take this??” she hissed, reaching for his phone as he held it above his head.

Judging by the black hair and hotel sheets, it had to have been from last night.

She really couldn't believe it.

Itachi Uchiha, sneaking pictures of her on his phone while she slept.

And grinning like a goddamn maniac as he teased her with it.

Who even is this man?

“Delete it right now! What else do you have on there??”

As he leaned back she followed, crawling on top of him while reaching for the device.

“You want me to delete it? What will you give me for it”  he purred, grabbing hold of her hip to disallow her from taking the phone.

There was a low tone to his voice that made her blush, realizing the position they were in when he pulled her down into his lap.

She didn’t know if he was just bored or horny, but his toying with her was not the most convenient of times.

‘Sasuke is right there’ she mouthed, knowing Itachi would read her lips with the sharingan.

He pressed a finger to his mouth, silently shushing her as he set the phone on the ground.

His hand snaked it’s way under her top, giving her a teasing smirk as she blushed and chewed her bottom lip.

‘Itachi can be so sadistic.’ She thought, biting back a moan as deft fingers made their way under her bra.

She could feel him growing against her, getting off on toying with her as she steadied herself on his shoulders.

He straightened up, his other hand sliding into her pants to rub against white cotton panties.

Sakura lifted onto her knees, allowing him better access as his finger found it’s way around the fabric to play with her sensitive flesh.

She could neither cry out nor moan as it sunk into her, pinching and rolling her nipple as crimson eyes danced.

Another digit soon joined and he moved carefully enough that not a sound was made as he pumped slowly.

He paused, looking into her eyes for approval.

‘Itachi you bastard…’

She wouldn’t dare tell him to stop.

She nodded her head, mouthing ‘yes’,  begging for more as he continued again.

His thumb rubbed circles against her clit, causing her mouth to open with silent moans.

She shut her eyes tightly, leaning her head into the crook of this neck as her body twitched and moved of its own accord.

Her blunt nails dug into his shoulders, her climax burning through her body like fire.

Her head felt dizzy.

She clung to him for another moment, breath ragged as she tried to regain her composure.

She hadn’t even noticed the camera flash go off.

She sat back as Itachi removed his hands, allowing her to straighten up her clothing as he watched, bemused.

She had a scowl on her face.

But she was the one asking for more.

Sakura glared up at him, blowing her bangs from her forehead as she made a move to leave his lap.

He wrapped an arm around the small of her back, grip tight as he grabbed her chin and pulled her in to claim her mouth.

He swallowed the surprised noise she made as his tongue swirled hers, pulling their chests together.

Her hands were trapped between them, unable to free themselves as he bit and sucked her bottom lip.

It felt possessive, the way he held and controlled her then.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about Itachi possessing her, but it didn’t actually seem that bad.

Until he sucked a hickey into her throat.

‘Bastard!’

oOo

With the mark quickly healed and Sakura out of the Uchiha’s possession, the three of them made their beds and began to settle down.

Sakura had no clue how Itachi carried so many supplies on his person at all times, but suspected there may be a secret scroll involved.

Three sleeping bags, three pillows, nutrient bars, and even a lantern.

At least he was prepared.

She chose the one on the other side of the tent, as far from Sasuke as possible with Itachi in the middle.

The younger brother didn't seem to mind, turning his back to them without even a “good night.”

Oh well, hopefully they can get through this night uneventfully and wake up well rested and on good terms.

It's the least she can ask for at this point.

oOo

Besides occasionally stirring awake upon hearing a sound and coming face to face with two pairs of red scary fucking eyes, Sakura slept relatively well.

She stretched, yawning as she wished for a clean set of underwear for the millionth time when Itachi tossed her a nutrient bar and Sasuke handed her a cup of water.

“Good morning” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes as her companions ate.

“A bird.” Sasuke said, Itachi already standing to leave the tent as the messenger bird returned from Konoha.

He stepped through the illusion, holding his arm up to allow the bird to perch as he took the piece of paper tied to its foot.

They followed him out, standing by as he read it and replaced it with his own message.

He came back into the bubble, looking at Sakura as he spoke.

“Let's move ahead with the mission. You will be meeting with the Kazekage shortly. We will cover you.”

Sakura felt a tad nervous, wishing she could ask the brothers to accompany her, but knowing that was probably a bad idea.

Although the Kazekage was updated on their status, she was sure seeing the two ex rogue ninja, one of whom helped kill him, would probably put the leader of the sand into a sour mood.

She truly was the best fit for this mission.

And she would prove herself to be a useful ally.

She nodded, pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she readied herself for the task.

She would find the rat.

One way or another.

oOo

Chapter Text

Itachi had forwarded Naruto's letter to the Kazekage, including some of his own details of the mission along with disclosing Sakura's disguise.

 They did not want anything to take him by surprise.

Sakura was led into the office, giving a quick bow to the guard as she made her way to the large granite desk.

“Sakura, it’s been a long time.”

The Kazekage smiled, an intriguing new expression on his usual stony face.

She smiled back, taking a seat in the chair across from him as he leaned forward on his elbows.

The rumors were true, Gaara had been softening up since he took the position.

 It was nice to see him happy.

“Kazekage, it’s great to see you.”

He clasped his hands together, shaking his head slightly with a small frown.

“Please, call me Gaara. I consider you to be one of my friends.”

 Sakura's face lit up, reaching out to take his hands as a genuine smile crossed her lips.

“Of course! My apologies, it's been so long. How have you been, Gaara?”

 She felt him freeze momentarily at the physical touch, guessing that still was a little uncomfortable for him and pulled her hands back to her lap as he gave her another smile.

“Ah, sorry!”

“No worries” he replied, voice pleasant as he continued.

“Never better, thanks to you. And Lady Chio, of course. I've really settled in to my position here.”

 He shifted then, turning to look out the window down at the bustling city below before he spoke again in a more hushed tone.

“I read the report. It seems there may be a bad egg in the nest, as they say. It's my duty to help anyway I can. What is there that I shall assist you with?”

She stifled a chuckle, never having heard that saying before, but shook her head to stay on task as she thought about her mission.

“I don't think that will be necessary, you are a busy man. As long as I have permission to stake out the Kazekage building, that should be more than enough. Itachi and Sasuke are standing backup, but they will be keeping their distance.”

He hummed his understanding, sitting back into his chair before placing two fingers on his eyelid.

“I will keep an eye out for you.”

An eyeball made of sand materialized in front of her momentarily before shrinking down and darting out of the room.

It was a little creepy.

She was glad the Kazekage was on her side.

“The guard will show you to your room.

Feel free to clean up and request food, if you would like.”

She gave him a grateful smile, eager to wash the sand off her body as she stood from the chair and gave him a small bow.

“Um, actually one small request.”

She put her hands together, giving a deeper bow.

“If at all possible, could someone bring me a change of clothes?”

He raised a non-existent eyebrow, but nodded, nonetheless.

She scurried out with an embarrassed “thank you”, shutting the heavy door behind her as the guard shot her a weird look.

She was sure he was going to hear about the damage to the hotel eventually.

But she was not ready to tell him yet.

oOo

“Ahhhhhh yessss.”

Sakura sunk down into the bubbly water, submerging herself before popping back up.

She had taken a quick shower, scrubbing every part of her body free of sand before filling the tub and stepping in.

She grabbed her cell phone from the sink, sending a quick text to Itachi to let him know her location.

A cheeky idea flitted through her mind and she looked around, making sure there were no sand eyeballs floating nearby.

She arched her back, poking just the tip of her nipples out from the bubbles as she snapped a saucy pic.

She stared at it momentarily before chewing her lip, quickly sending it to three contacts before she could lose her nerve.

 Three?

Wait, she meant to only send to two.

Shit.

Kakashi sent a pic back, just one widened eye visible with a blurry background.

She laughed, feeling a tug in her chest as she wanted to see him again soon.

Itachi’s message made her gasp but then grumble in anger.

‘Sasuke just saw that.’

‘Just kidding.’

Bastard!

The third she anticipated with bated breath, waiting for the snarky reply that was sure to come.

Ino responded with a pic of her clothed chest.

“Hot! Was that meant for someone else ;)”

Sakura pressed her face into her palm, knowing she would never live this down when she got back.

The second Ino got word of her return, she was sure to hold her hostage.

Kakashi texted again, making her heart skip a beat at his response.

“Looks nice…. Wish I was there.”

Then, “How is mission going?”

It was somewhat rare to have cell signal during a mission, and Sakura was eager to soak it up while she could.

Should she call him?

Nah, they can meet up when she got back.

She was glad to have so much time with Itachi… but a piece of her heart still missed Kakashi.

Maybe there will be a mission with all three of them together in the future.

She shook that notion away immediately, picturing the two engaged in combat and unable to get along.

Man, being Sakura Haruno sure was confusing.

“It’s good. Miss you”

oOo

After cleaning up and having a snack, it was time to get down to business.

Sakura threw her hair into a bun, not bothering to wait for it to dry as she engaged her cloaking jutsu.

She concentrated on erasing all traces of herself, slowly walking through the halls as she spied on the upper admin.

Sakura listened closely as a group of men sat around a table in one of the meeting offices.

Everything seemed business as usual, but she stayed until the end just to double-check.

She followed a younger man back to his room, sneaking her way behind him before he closed the door.

He removed his headband, setting it on his nightstand with a sigh as he moved to sit in a small sofa and pulled out his cell phone.

The phone rang and the sound of a woman's voice answered.

“The meeting just ended. Can I see you tonight?”

 Her voice was muffled so Sakura could not make it out, but she listened intently as the man answered.

“Fine, then what about tomorrow night?”

His brow furrowed, mouth pulling down into a frown as he crossed one leg over the other.

“all right, Thursday then. I'll see you.”

He hung up, standing quickly to his feet as he made his way towards the bathroom.

It wasn't much to go on, but Sakura had a hunch that this might be their guy since Thursday was the day Sasuke said they would be meeting up.

She observed him the rest of the day until he laid down to go to sleep, nothing else of note.

The door silently opened, gently clicking behind her as she made her way back to her room.

She would gather more until tomorrow, bright and early.

She didn't even know the man's name, but now she knew his face.

She would see this through to the end.

‘might have a lead. I will keep you posted.’

oOo

Chapter Text

Sakura stuffed her face the next morning, resolving not to eat the rest of the day if that's what it took to shadow this man.

A quick shower and she was off, tailing him silently through the halls as he went about his paperwork and other duties.

A few hours in, she snuck away to use the restroom and as she crept out, a floating eyeball nearly made her jump out of her skin.

It stared up at her innocently as she hissed.

“I placed a speck of sand on you so I could track your location. How are things going?”

She blinked at the eyeball, trying to assess where the Kazekage’s voice was coming from but gave up as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I've been tailing someone I think maybe my target, but I don't know his name.”

The eyeball went silent a moment, seemingly assessing her current location before Gaara spoke again.

“The man whose office you were just in is named Mishi. He joined about 6 months ago.”

She hummed her understanding, glancing around before she spoke again.

“What do his job duties entail?”

“He is one of the many advisors that help run budgets for the city of Suna. He is in charge of horticulture and budgetary spending in that area.”

 Sakura could see how that could tie into their targets.

Someone versed in horticulture could easily create poisonous powder or even bombs, if they wanted to.

And being in charge of budgets could give a leg up for those looking to embezzle.

It seemed to check out, for now.

Tie that in with the phone call and Sakura was pretty sure she was on the right track.

But why would someone with such a cushy job want to?

She thought back to the phone call, remembering Mrs. Izaya and her flirty nature.

Maybe she somehow seduced this man into working with her.

She did strike her as sort of a seductress.

Having tried to bed to different men within the span of a few days.

And how did her husband tie into all of this?

Was he just being strung along as an accessory, letting his wife do all the dirty work as he reaped the financial benefits?

Sakura shrugged, unable to empathize with their situation but decided it sounded plausible enough for her.

The Izaya’s we're not from Suna, simply visiting due to the fundraiser, otherwise Sakura was sure Gaara would have had his own men working the case.

The reason Konoha got involved was because one of their business ventures were located there.

But now that a high ranking Suna official may be involved, they were sure to have more backup.

Sakura pulled out her phone, texting the information over to Itachi as he instantly opened and read it.

‘I will look into it from my end also. Good job.’

She couldn't help the smile that spread across her cheeks as she read his message, shoving her phone into her pocket before making her way back to Mishi’s office.

The day would be long, but also rewarding.

Sakura had this one in the bag.

Practically.

oOo

A few more calls to the mystery woman and it was clear to Sakura this man was obsessed with her.

He practically begged to see her everyday, being turned down ruthlessly as he waited impatiently.

She was able to catch a glimpse of the caller ID on his phone on the third day.

She sent it to Itachi, who verified with Sasuke that it was in fact her number.

It wasn't enough evidence to convict Mishi, but it was getting them closer.

Itachi gathered more intel from the sidelines, finding out from his insider contact Lucille's favorite meetup spots for clients.

Him and Sasuke also dug up some background on Mishi, confirming he had been known to meet up with a woman occasionally on weekday nights, roughly about once a week.

Tomorrow they could tail them both, hopefully gathering enough information to blow this mission-wide open.

For now, Sakura was on babysitting duty, wishing she had someone to keep her company besides the occasional eyeball.

“We are following him tomorrow. Feel free to send one of your men along as well.”

“yes, I will send Kankuro to rendezvous back at your room tomorrow to go over the plan. His long distance monitoring puppets should prove to be useful.”

 Sakura tilted her head, trying to remember what Kankuro looked like as a flash of purple face paint entered her mind.

Ah yes, Gaara’s older brother.

‘He actually looks a lot like him, sans the paint.’ she mused to herself, nodding her head in agreement.

“Have him come to my room at 4:00 p.m. and we can leave at 5:00.”

The eyeball rolled in a way that it appeared to be nodding before it fizzled away into tiny specks of sand.

Still weird.

But also kinda cool.

oOo

There was a knock at her door and a man stepped inside.

He wore a black hood with what appeared to be cat ears on the sides and a dark, loose fitted one piece.

His eyes and mouth were lined in purple, gaze sliding up to meet hers as he shut the door behind him.

“Hey.”

 Always informal, Kankuro slid the wrapped puppet from his back and set it against the wall, taking a seat as Sakura stood.

“Dark hair looks good on ya.”

Sakura blushed, twirling a strand of wavy black hair between her fingers as she waved him off.

It had been in a bun so long, it naturally curled itself, making her feel even less like herself these days.

“Hah, thanks. You look good.”

He shot her a wink that made her rethink her idle compliment before he pulled a scroll from his pocket and rolled it onto the table.

He waved her over and she obliged, standing next to him as he pointed to the paper.

“Mishi. 25, single, head of horticulture budgets and budgetary planning. Moved here from the land of the waves, gaining citizenship along with his family at the age of seven. Clean background check, no disciplinary action, not even a single tardy note from past jobs. Seems to be your average clean cut citizen.” He rambled off, pointing to a picture of the man taped to the corner as he sat back.

“Nothing in his past or his daily activities would suggest he would be mixed up in shady business. But here he is meeting up with your target’s wife in a little over an hour. I'm not even sure how the hell they met.”

Sakura shrugged, taking in additional details written on the scroll before meeting his gaze.

“Maybe one of those fundraiser events in town? She was awfully friendly at the last one.”

Kankuro hummed, rubbing his fingers on his chin as he looked out the window.

“I guess we will find out soon enough” he proclaimed, standing as she took a step back.

“Lead the way, miss Haruno.”

He followed her to the door, only slightly startled as she became invisible.

“This way” she whispered, tugging at his sleeve and he followed obediently.

“Yes ma’am.”

oOo

Kankuro kept his distance, trailing Sakura and Mishi from afar while attaching invisible chakra strings to Sakura to keep track of her location.

Itachi sent her a text, letting her know their location as him and Sasuke observed from a tall building while Mishi and Lucille met at a high-end restaurant.

She responded with her and Kankuro’s locations, able to sense his chakra through the strings as she sat at an empty table near the couple, fully undetectable.

Their date was seemingly normal for the first hour, the couple holding hands and playing footsie under the table while they had Italian cuisine.

Then a quick movement happened, a trading of envelopes so smooth, you would have missed it if you hadn’t been watching intently for the last 60 minutes, unblinking.

She had to find out what was in those envelopes.

That would be the ticket they were waiting for.

She watched as Mishi slid it into his front pants pocket, Lucille tucking hers into the top of her dress as they continued chatting about nonsense.

She pulled out her phone, texting Itachi before making her way to the restroom.

“Keep eyes on them. I’m going to engage Mishi.”

“I have eyes. Sending Sasuke to deal with Lucille now.”

Sakura looked around, ensuring no one was watching before she let herself into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

This was her redemption ark.

Seduction mission number two.

Sakura, the anti-virgin.

oOo

Chapter Text

The illusion momentarily dropped, Sakura looked at herself in the mirror, pulling back her hair and looking her outfit over.

She wore a basic t-shirt and pants, courtesy of the Suna guard.

Reinforcing her hands with chakra, she ripped a low-cut neckline into the top of her shirt, making sure to push up her cleavage before ripping her pants into shorts and putting in her dark contacts.

She nodded at her reflection, satisfied with her transformation before checking her phone for any updates and then making her way back to her target.

She sat down at the table, a confused waiter coming over to give her a glass of water before ensuring her someone would come take her order shortly.

She held up the menu, keeping track of the couple from the corner of her eye until she caught movement.

Sasuke had texted Lucille, asking to meet outside and Sakura watched as she grabbed her purse and stood from the table.

She made up an excuse to leave, saying she would be right back as Mishi was left alone.

It was Sakura's turn to jump into action.

She waited around 10 minutes, setting down her menu as she surveyed the restaurant.

Eventually, she caught his eye, pretending to look away shyly only to peer back and smile.

She could tell he was checking her out, and took her time standing up so he could observe her slow approach.

She leaned down to his table, pressing her hands on the top as she bit her lip coyly.

“My date stood me up. You look lonely. Mind keeping me company?” 

He glanced over to the door, hoping Lucille would come back in that moment, but gave a resigned sigh as she was nowhere in sight.

He looked over, eyes drifting down before coming back up to her curated smile.

“Sure. Have you eaten yet?”

Sakura giggled, batting her lashes at him as she licked her lips.

“I’m not… overly hungry.”

He peered around, checking one last time for Lucille before waving over the waiter and handing them his card.

The waiter swiped it, printing out the receipt and he took it quickly, putting his card into his left pocket as he grabbed his jacket.

“Me either. Where to?”

Sakura bit back the urge to break his wrist as a greedy hand slid down her backside while walking together.

She felt she had grown a lot.

She may have “accidentally” stepped on his foot when he squeezed her.

Progress.

oOo

She knew Kankuro and Itachi were watching, careful to keep her attitude in check as he opened the cab door for her, openly ogling her ass when she bent down.

He suggested they go to a hotel and she agreed, wanting to be in a private space in the event she ends up concussing another man.

oOo

They made it into a room in one piece, Sakura's rage successfully contained as he locked the door behind them.

He went towards her, pressing her into the wall and she protested, holding her hands in front of her face as he tried to kiss her.

“Wait… Let me freshen up a bit first.”

 He took a step back, setting his jacket on the nightstand and nodding as she made her way towards the bathroom.

Once inside, she quickly opened the window, looking around for crows or signs of Kankuro.

A small puppet popped up, opening its mouth as Kankuro spoke through it.

“Get the envelope off him and bring it to the window. My puppet will take it and we can go from there.”

She nodded, turning on the sink as she pretended to get ready.

All she had to do was get it off him and bring it to the bathroom.

Should be easy enough.

oOo

Mishi, more like mushy.

Mister lover boy kept trying to kiss her, and it was all she could do to dodge him.

She tried skipping right to his pocket, but he grabbed her hand and put it directly on his crotch.

‘YUCK!’

Fuck, this wasn’t working.

She thought she could coyly feel him up from the pocket, but he was raring to go straight for it.

She had to get his pants off.

She tugged on his belt, and he quickly removed it, reaching for her shirt as she stopped him.

“You first… let me take care of you.”

He grinned, nodding his head as he undid his pants and threw them to the side.

And to her horror, his underwear went too.

‘FUCK.’

She tried not to appear disgusted, smiling up at him as she walked him back to the bed.

“Take a seat” she said, in her most seductive sounding voice.

At least, she tried to sound seductive.

Probably sounded like a girl who only had sex one time.

He obliged, pulling his tie to loosen it as he waited anxiously.

Sakura smiled, and ingenious idea popping into her head just now as she stalked forward.

“Close your eyes.”

She pulled on his tie, undoing it as she reached up and tied it around his head, blindfolding him as he began to frown.

“What are you doing?” 

“Shhhh.”

She put a finger to his lips, trailing it down to his collarbone as he swallowed nervously.

“It’s more fun this way. Have you never done this before?”

He shook his head no, becoming excited as her finger traced down his arm.

“You stay right there. It’s more exciting when you don’t know where… or when… I’m going to touch you.”

She punctuated her statements by dragging a nail up and down his thigh, causing his skin to goosebump as he nodded his head in agreement.

She took the tail of his tie, stuffing it in his mouth as he bit down on it eagerly.

“She walked around him experimentally, keeping a close eye on his expressions as he happily played along with her game.

She then silently tiptoed to his pants, taking the envelope out and swiping a finger across his chest for good measure as he shuttered with excitement.

She made her way to the window, placing the envelope inside the puppet and it quickly disappeared.

She waited for what seemed like forever until she received a text from an unsaved number.

‘It’s Kankuro. I’m with Itachi now. We have everything we need, go ahead and meet us at the tower.’

She silently cheered, sneaking back into the room as she reached the room door.

“Hey, I’m sorry. Something came up. Raincheck?”

She slid into the hallway, erasing all trace of herself as he followed after, standing in the doorway, half naked with a sour expression.

She ran out of there, quickly maneuvering her way to the water tower with a satisfied smirk on her lips.

Hell yeah, mission accomplished.

oOo

Sasuke seemed a bit startled when she arrived, peering over her outfit quickly before turning away.

“You got her envelope?” Sakura asked, Sasuke nodding as she stood in front of Itachi and Kankuro.

Itachi summarized the letters, noting the exact details of their scheme and how they met 6 months ago when Mishi got the admin job.

Just as Sakura had suspected, he was madly in love with her and did anything she requested of him as they were in cahoots behind her husband's back.

Kankuro already sent his puppets to restrain the pair and brought them to the Kazekage building for extra questioning.

Itachi twirled a strand of wavy black hair around his finger, receiving looks from the other two men as he spoke to her gently.

“I sent word back to the Hokage and Kazekage. They will be picking up Mr. Izaya from the hospital shortly. Our mission here is complete, let's go home.”

She blushed, swatting his hand away with a nervous laugh.

“Yes, our home Konoha! Let's go.”

She darted a look at the other two, hoping they didn't think they were living together as she took a step away.

Sasuke shot his brother a glare and Kankuro gave her a wink and a friendly wave before disappearing into a swirl of sand.

Sakura sighed, looking up at the stars in the sky, wishing there was an instant travel jutsu directly back to her shower.

She followed as Itachi led the way, knowing the next few days were going to be long and awkward.

At least Sasuke kept his mouth shut the entire trip.

oOo

Chapter Text

She didn't know why Itachi followed her all the way back to her apartment and hoped he didn't think he was actually moving in.

Sakura plopped down on her couch, her legs burning from the trek as she tried to pointedly ignore Itachi as he sat next to her.

Sasuke had split off from them as soon as they reached Konoha gate, and thankfully Ino hadn't been waiting to ambush her.

There was just one last annoyance to deal with.

“You have an apartment.” she replied dryly.

“So do you.”  he rebutted smoothly.

He didn't seem to get the hint.

She peeked up at him, a mischievous smirk on his lips telling her that he did in fact get the hint.

He was choosing to ignore it.

She squeaked as he scooped her into his lap, running his hands along her backside as he inhaled her hair.

“You did well on your mission” he purred, pointedly running his hands over the parts of her body that man had touched as he pulled her against him.

Itachi had been extremely possessive ever since their mission started and she wondered how that would work out with her seeing Kakashi.

He then flipped her onto her back, caging her against the couch while making quick work of her clothing.

She decided that issue would be tomorrow Sakura's problem.

Hopefully she had time to figure it out in the morning.

oOo

Sakura wiped the fog from her bathroom mirror, green orbs staring back as she eyed damp pink hair.

She was finally back to looking like herself.

It felt nice.

 The door opened, an indignant sound leaving her throat as Itachi strolled in bare as the day he was born.

“I'm using your shower.”

He ran a hand through his hair, stepping in and shutting the curtain before the shower started.

He certainly was treating her home like it was his.

She didn't know how to feel about that.

Her phone buzzed and she chewed her lip as she internally cursed.

‘Heard you’re back. Let’s grab lunch?’

Sakura really didn’t know how to feel about that.

oOo

“Itachi.”

“Kakashi.”

Shit, this was awkward.

Sakura sat at the café table, sipping her drink as Itachi slid into the chair next to her.

Kakashi had meant for just Sakura to join him… but for some reason, Itachi tagged along.

She knew she should have just cancelled.

“How was the mission?”  Kakashi asked, toying with a piece of his fruit with a fork.

“Completed with no issues.” Itachi answered, snatching the frappe from Sakura’s hands to steal a sip while she protested.

The two men stared each other down, Sakura fidgeting nervously between them before standing up.

“This is awkward. I’m leaving.”

“Sakura, you don’t have to go” Kakashi blurted, grabbing her hand as she slowly settled back down.

He ruffled his gray locks, blowing out a sigh as Itachi crossed one leg over the other, taking another sip.

“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t be holding grudges.”

Kakashi’s eye crinkled in a forced smile, holding his hands up placatingly towards the Uchiha.

“We have a bit of a history, you and I, but it’s probably time to bury the hatchet, right?”

Crimson eyes blinked slowly, black tomoe spinning as he watched the older male tap a finger on the table anxiously.

“I hold no ill will towards you.” He answered, smirking slightly as Kakashi sighed.

“Could you at least do me a favor and turn off the sharingan?” he asked, trying to be polite even as his temple twitched.

Itachi hummed, blinking slowly as ruby eyes opened to black.

“Ah, that’s better.”

Kakashi turned to Sakura then, who at this point had been hiding her head in her hands in defeat.

“Sakura, what would you like to eat?”

“Nothing, I’m not hungry anymore” she whined, wishing she could disappear from the earth.

“She’ll have the sunny side up eggs with pancakes.” Itachi said, flipping the menu closed with a smirk as he stared at Kakashi.

“I know what she likes.”

Sakura shot him a glare, unamused as he silently challenged the other male.

Kakashi’s eyebrow twitched.

“She can order for herself if she wants.”

Sakura looked up at the sky, begging someone, anyone, to save her.

Her hero was a very unexpected person.

oOo

“Sakura Chan! Kakashi sensei! Itachi-san!”

The blonde bounded over, yanking the chair back and taking a seat across from Sakura with a wide smile.

“What a coincidence to see all of you here! I was just about to summon you for the mission tonight!”

Naruto squinted at the look Sakura gave him, tilting his head to the side in confusion as he looked between the other two men.

“What's the matter with you guys?”

Sakura was both relieved to have a distraction and disgruntled that the blonde was putting the focus back on the uncomfortable situation.

She shot Kakashi a look, kicking him under the table and pleading with her eyes for him to change the subject.

He thankfully took the hint.

“I think those two are just worn out from travel. As for myself, I had a bit too much to eat for lunch and probably just need to walk it off.”

 Naruto laughed, clapping his former Sensei on the shoulder as Kakashi gave the energetic blonde a forced smile.

“Kakashi is right. I think I just need to go home and rest for a bit. Alone.” 

Although not looking at anyone in particular, the sentiment was clearly aimed at the clingy Uchiha to her right.

“Haha, all right Sakura. I will see you tonight at the Hokage Tower. 6:00 p.m. for your debriefing.”

Sakura and Naruto both stood up from the table, waving to each other as they began walking in separate directions.

Itachi gave Kakashi a self-satisfied smirk which he returned with a glare.

With that kind of cocky attitude, Kakashi couldn't see them ever getting along.

Not even for Sakura’s sake.

 He stood from the table, putting down a 20 to pay for his meal and Sakura’s drink.

 Itachi mirrored him, standing and placing a 50 on the table.

‘What the hell is this guy's deal?’ Kakashi grumbled, disappearing in a swirl of leaves just as Itachi did so in a puff of smoke.

oOo

‘Sorry about earlier. I'm not sure what has gotten into him.’

Sakura stared at her phone, nervously chewing her lip as she waited for Kakashi's reply.

After about a minute of no response she got antsy, switching over to another text conversation and rapidly typing.

‘why the hell were you picking fights today??’

Her heart raced as text bubbles appeared.

‘Just some friendly competition. I didn't mean any harm.’

He then sent a picture of her in his lap, clinging to his shoulders with his hands in her clothes.

She yelped, tossing her phone across the room as she covered her face with her hands.

 That bastard just loved to stir the pot.

It was another 10 minutes before she walked over to pick up her phone, rolling her eyes at the latest text.

‘See you tonight.’

oOo

Chapter Text

The debriefing was straightforward.

Kakashi started with his part of the mission, discovering the people behind the embezzlement as Itachi took over the ladder part with the evidence collected and subjects in custody.

Sasuke and Sakura stood quietly in between the two, waiting until they were dismissed to about face.

“Sakura, I need to discuss something with you. Come to my apartment.”

Green orbs widened, her head snapping over as the younger Uchiha shot her a glance.

“Me?”  Sakura asked, jogging to catch up to Sasuke as she had frozen in place.

Sasuke nodded, rounding the corner as she followed quickly behind.

‘What the hell does Sasuke need to talk to me about?’

“I'll catch you guys later!” She called behind to the two other men as she walked beside Sasuke.

She hoped to kami it wasn't about his brother.

She really didn't have the patience to go into that right now.

oOo

Soon they reached his apartment, Sakura looking around anxiously as he unlocked the front door.

He led the way, closing the door behind her.

They kicked their shoes off and he sat down on a small couch.

The apartment was sparsely furnished, no amount of personal flair or decoration to be seen.

Actually made a lot of sense, being that it is Sasuke's apartment.

An uncomfortable amount of time passed with them sitting in silence, Sakura having taken the small armchair across him as she looked around the plain room, waiting for him to start.

He cleared his throat, gaining her attention as they stared at each other for another string of silence.

She was just getting ready to scream at him to spit it out when he started.

“Ino is pregnant.”

That wasn't exactly what she was expecting to hear.

Sakura blinked, scanning his expression to try to get his thoughts but his face was a blank slate.

After another stretch of silence, she replied.

“Okay….”

 He crossed his leg, resting his ankle on his knee in the first display of anxiety she had seen yet.

He tented his fingers, blinking rapidly as he struggled for his next words.

“It might be mine. I'm sure she probably told you already.”

Sakura nodded slowly, lacing her hands together in her lap as she leaned in.

Where was he going with this?

“I'm going away on a mission in a few days. I don't know how long I will be gone. I probably will still be gone when she has it. So what I'm saying is...”

Sakura tried desperately to follow his thoughts, attempting to fill in the gaps as she waited patiently.

“If it is mine, I'm asking if you will look after it.”

“Wait, are you serious?”

Sakura looked at him incredulously, ascertaining that he was in fact very serious with this odd request.

“I'm not very good at these things. I wouldn't know what to do.”

“Aren't you going on these extended missions of your own request?” She balked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes. It's something I have to do.”

She placed a finger to her temple, rubbing it as she felt a headache coming on.

“But don't you think you should be around to you know, raise your child?”

“I'm sure I will meet it eventually.”

Sakura hoped for this child's sake Sai was the father as her ex-teammate was hopelessly beyond saving.

“Sasuke, are you asking me to be its godmother or its father?” 

“Whatever you feel comfortable with.”

Sakura groaned, internally cursing both the Uchiha and Ino for putting her in the situation to begin with as she stood abruptly.

 There was no way in hell Sakura was prepared to help raise a child.

This is way too much to handle.

A brief picture flashed in her mind of Kakashi bouncing a baby on his knee, but she shook it away, deciding this definitely wasn't her burden to bear.

Ino and Sai had been together a good amount of time.

Maybe even if it wasn't his, he would step up to take care of it.

Sakura stood then, stomping her way to the front door as she glared at the Uchiha’s stoic expression.

“Let's table this conversation until we know whose it is. Keep your phone on you. I'll be in contact.”

 She threw open the door, the hinges rattling dangerously as it slammed into the wall.

She had enough Uchiha bullshit to last a lifetime.

She pulled out her phone, smashing the call button as she put it to her ear.

Sakura was pissed and knew just who to take it out on.

oOo

“Hey, it's Ino. Leave a message after the beep.”

Sakura grumbled, screaming into it before aggressively hitting end.

“Call me back!!”

 Shit.

She continued her path home, mind buzzing with all the things she wanted to say to the blonde.

Her apartment came into view, and her fingers fumbled through her contacts before landing on his name.

“Hey, what's up?”

“Can you come over? I have to vent about something.”

 There was a momentary pause before Kakashi answered.

“Be there in a few.” 

She let herself inside, kicking her shoes off halfhazardly as she threw herself into the couch.

Kakashi was going to be her stress relief for the night.

A small smile spread across her lips.

She would be sure to make it worth his while.

oOo

Chapter Text

“Then he fucking asked me to take care of it for him? Who askes that?!”

Kakashi pulled his mask down, putting a handful of popcorn into his mouth then shook his head ruefully.

“Sasuke has never…..been the fatherly type..”

She glared at the older male, annoyed that he was answering her while chewing, but gave him a pass as he had been just about to have dinner when she called.

It’s not like this shit show was his fault.

She placed a hand on his knee, softening her expression as he offered her a pinch of popcorn.

She opened her mouth and he fed it to her as she giggled.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, mirroring her with a smile.

“I’m just glad you’re here. This is nice.” She said softly, resting her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

After a beat of comfortable silence, his words made her choke.

“For the record, I think you’d make a great mother.”

Sakura snapped upright, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, a blush lighting her pale features as she screamed.

“What?! No! Don’t say that! I’m not ready!!”

He chuckled, placing a gloved hand on hers when she stopped.

“I meant eventually. You’re still young.”

Her face rounded, pouting as she crossed her arms over her chest indignantly.

“Yea, I know. Ino is still young too. How would she handle being a single mom?”  she asked, gripping her arms as she looked up at the older man.

Kakashi grabbed her then, pulling her into his chest as his chin rested on the top of pink hair.

“I’m sure everything will work out. Try not to worry so much.”

Sakura sunk into his warmth, thankful for his wisdom as she let herself begin to relax.

He was right.

Ino was an adult making her own choices.

She was sure her friend must have a plan.

Right?

Kakashi inhaled her scent, pulling her in tighter as he relished in her warmth.

Although she hadn’t been away very long, he had missed her.

This new closeness they shared had become normal to him.

Comforting.

Even if they didn’t have labels or exclusivity, Kakashi was happy to share this intimacy with someone for the first time in, well, ever.

With her.

He leaned back, hooking a finger under her chin as he moved in to press their lips together.

The kiss was soft, lingering for a moment before it broke.

She laid their foreheads together, sighing then pressing back in with more force.

She placed a small hand on his chest, pushing him backwards as she followed, crawling over him.

Her lips opened, soft tongue sweeping in as he mirrored in kind.

She broke the kiss, positioning herself into his lap before crossing her arms at the bottom of her red top and quickly flinging it off.

He paused, taken aback at her forwardness but quickly snapped to when her bra hit the floor.

“Have you been drinking?” he asked, grunting as she sat squarely on the bulge growing in his pants.

“Not at all.” She answered, pulling up his shirt as he moved to help get it off.

He pushed her down to him, taking a breast into his mouth as she moaned her approval.

Her hands tangled in silvery locks, back arching with his talented ministrations as he sucked and squeezed.

“Kakashi”  she moaned, breathlessly.

Her fingers trailed down the back of his neck, digging into his shoulder blades as he bit her sensitive flesh.

“Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”  he mumbled, licking a circle around her areola.

“Uh uh!” she vocalized, shaking her head furiously.

She forced him on to his back then, shimmying down to his knees as slender fingers worked the button on his trousers.

He allowed her to undo them, lifting up as she pulled them down to his thighs along with his boxers.

“Ahh”

Her hands quickly wrapped around him, slowly moving up and down.

His hips bucked with the motion and he sat up on his elbows, watching as she continued.

“Ahh… Sakura”

Precum spilled out, providing lubrication as she began to move faster.

The way she was looking up at him was dangerous.

He felt himself coming close.

She began to lower her head, mouth open and he caught her chin to stop her.

“Let me taste you first” he said, pulling the headband from his face as his sharingan spun.

“Why?”  she asked, wondering if she had done something wrong.

He sat up, switching their positions as he laid her back onto the couch, kneeling on the floor.

Sakura chewed her lip anxiously, blushing as he pulled off her bottoms and placed her thighs on his shoulders.

“I haven't had dinner yet.”  He smirked, giving her a wink and kissing her inner thigh.

One swirl of his hot tongue and her head hit the back of the couch with a groan.

Kami, the way he used his mouth should be illegal.

Before long he had her whimpering, clawing at the couch as he sucked and swirled her tingling bud.

 Her legs jerked with each movement, feeling as if lightning were coursing through her entire body as she caught fire.

When he slid in his middle finger and curled it, everything went white.

One hand was ripping at his hair while the other was making a dent in the back of the couch while she cried out her release.

His tongue lapped between her folds, drinking her up as she gasped and whimpered his name.

When he pulled away she went limp, arm falling to his shoulder as glassy emerald orbs stared blankly up at him.

“Mmmm… good meal” he purred, pumping himself slowly as he watched her chest heave.

Sakura took a minute to catch her breath, getting her bearings as he removed the rest of his clothing and sat next to her on the couch.

She moved her hand between her legs, sliding a finger inside as her palm became soaked.

Kakashi watched, licking his lips slowly as his hand pumped his hard cock.

She removed her hand, reaching over to him.

 He moved his hand away as she grasped him, sliding wetly up and down.

She chewed her lip, wanting nothing more than to have him inside her, but her anxiety stopped her.

What if he wasn't ready to do that yet?

What if he could tell she wasn't a virgin anymore?

He could sense her hesitation, wrapping his hand around hers to still it as he spoke.

“We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Sakura. We can stop here.”

She shook her head, looking up into his eyes with a blush as she searched for words.

“I-I want to. I want to go all the way with you, Kakashi.”

 He brought her hand to his face, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles before leaning in and tasting her lips.

He swallowed the moan as his hand slid between her legs, his middle finger pressing slowly into her heat.

“Are you sure?” Kakashi asked, sprinkling her face with kisses as she moaned.

“Yesss.. as long as you want to.”

 He slid a second finger in, moving his mouth to her throat as she gasped and wiggled.

“More than anything.”

She clung to him, holding on to the back of his shoulders as he continued moving two fingers in and out.

“You smell so good” he groaned, tasting the delicate skin of her neck as she moaned his name.

“Kakashi.. Kakashi..”

He pulled out of her, moving his hands to grab under her bottom as he lifted her and stood.

She took his lips, swirling her tongue around his as he carried her into the room and set her onto the bed.

She crawled backwards and he followed, making his way between her knees.

“Are you positive?” he asked, lowering himself down to her as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

“Absolutely.”  She whispered, spreading her legs farther as he reached down.

He used his hand to slide the tip against her wet folds, earning a blush and a gasp as Sakura nodded her head eagerly.

“Let me know if anything hurts” he whispered, slowly pressing into her as silver brows furrowed.

He gave a few shallow thrusts, sliding only the tip in and out, earning quiet breathy moans from the pinkette.

He concentrated on her face, watching for any sign of discomfort as he slowly slid in another inch.

“Ah…Yes” she breathed, mouth going slack as Kakashi gently thrust.

He kept his pace slow, working his way in further until he eventually hit the base.

He nosed the side of her face, pressing kisses up to her temple as his movement stopped.

“Are you okay?”

Sakura nodded, feeling pleasingly full as her body burned for more.

“Keep going” she urged, moaning when he began moving again.

The way he slowly pulled himself all the way out and slid to the base had emerald eyes rolling back.

Fuck, he it was big.

A few more slow pumps and she couldn’t take any more.

“Kakashi… faster.”

He obliged, his hand sliding down to grip her hip as he sped up the pace.

“Ah… faster .. faster!”

Kakashi sat up, holding himself up on one arm as he obeyed her demand.

Emerald orbs peeked open, breathy moans spilling from dry lips as she watched his expression contort and harden.

“Does it .. feel good..”  he asked through clenched jaw.

It was all he could do to hold himself back from cumming as Sakura stared up at him with lidded eyes and flushed cheeks.

“Yes… yes… yes…” she answered.

He held her gaze, eyebrows pulling down as his hips moved faster.

He was beginning to lose control.

Her insides squeezing and pulling him in deeper as his breaths became ragged making his mind go blank.

“Fuck, you feel amazing”  he grunted, pulling her hip down to meet him as he slammed into her over and over.

“Ah! Kakashi! Don’t stop” she pleaded, her voice high as her back arched and eyes rolled.

He groaned, clenching a fist into the sheets as he kept pace.

Soon she was screaming out, her orgasm clenching around him as his own shortly followed.

“Sakura!”

Kakashi lowered down, his body trembling as strong hips bucked a final few times.

She felt like she was floating.

Sore, tired, but as if all the tension in her body had vanished as her chest heaved with every pant.

His arms caged her, elbows holding himself up just enough for their chests to touch as he gasped into her throat.

Her hands wrapped around his back, feeling every twitch and flex beneath taut skin.

Emerald eyes slid closed, feeling as if she could drift off to sleep in that moment in their shared warmth.

Nothing could beat this feeling.

She whimpered as he pulled out, rolling to the side onto his back with a grunt.

She turned her head, watching his chest rise and fall as beautiful lips parted with deep breaths.

Not for the first time, she admired his handsome features as tired grey and red eyes slid shut.

She turned to her side, curling her arms around a strong bicep as she rested her cheek on his shoulder.

Her eyes slid shut and she listened as their breaths eventually evened out.

He reached over, stroking her cheek slowly as they laid together in comfortable silence.

It was peaceful.

Until his stomach growled.

She giggled, feeling the ache in her own belly as green orbs peeked open.

“What, I wasn’t enough for you?” she teased.

Sakura yelped with laughter as he rolled over on top of her, nibbling her chest as a grey eye crinkled up at her.

“Second course?”

“Let’s go eat” she snickered, pushing him off.

He reached a hand out to her, gingerly pulling her to her feet as he led her to the kitchen.

“Do you even have food here?”  He accused.

“Let’s order delivery” she confirmed.

oOo

Chapter Text

She didn’t feel nearly as battered and bruised as she did with Itachi, but her body still hurt.

Weary emerald orbs blinked open slowly, looking at the bedroom wall as she mentally assessed the damage.

Her inner pelvis ached, which was a given.

Her legs felt like Jello and her chest felt a little tender.

Kakashi was curled around her back, knees bent under her own with his left arm thrown around her waist.

He was a clingy sleeper.

She moved gently, attempting not to disturb him as her hands glowed green with healing.

She made her way up, scowling as she reached her chest and realized it was covered in hickies and bite marks.

“Sorry about that”  a deep voice mumbled into her hair, his large hand rubbing an apology against her navel.

She blushed as he cupped her breast, squeezing gently as something jumped against her ass.

“First thing in the morning, Kakashi?” she gasped.

“Oh, sorry. You can ignore that..” he laughed nervously, pulling away slightly.

 Knocking at the front door made them both freeze.

‘Who the hell could that be?’

Kakashi loosened his grip, allowing her to jump up.

She ran to her closet, grabbing out a tee shirt and shorts as it grew more incessant.

“Sakura, let me in! We have so much to talk about!!”

The pinkette grumbled, knowing that tone all too well as she shot Kakashi a look.

“Stay here, I’ll get rid of Ino.”

Kakashi nodded, pulling the cover over half of his face.

She shut the bedroom door, yelling to the blonde as she made her way over.

She quickly grabbed the clothes strewn about, tossing them into the bathroom and shutting the door.

“I hear you, I hear you! Stop banging!”

She opened the front door, her friend thrusting a bag into her hands as she stepped in and kicked her shoes off.

“So, who gave you that?”  she smirked, pointing to the side of Sakura’s neck as she plopped onto the couch.

Shit, she must have missed healing a spot.

“Ah, Ino, can we do this later? I’m kind of busy.”

Sakura stood next to the couch, spying the piece she accidently crushed.

“Hmmm?”  the blonde looked her over, noting the unbrushed hair and clearly thrown together outfit as it clicked into place.

“Oh, someone’s in your bedroom, aren’t they?”

Sakura spotted the corner of Kakashi’s mask, kicking it under the couch as she shook her head no vehemently.

“Nope, no one's here! I just have errands to run and have to leave.”

“Okay, I can go with you.”

They stared at each other, the silence drawing out as the blonde shot her a smirk.

She knew she had her cornered.

“By the way, I need to get that dress you borrowed from me. Mind if I go get it?”

Ino stood, taking a few steps towards the bedroom as Sakura cut in front of her, blocking her path.

Just then her bedroom door opened, Kakashi standing in the doorway, fully clothed with a mask in place.

‘Where the hell did he get another mask?’

“Sakura, here is the mission report for you to fill out. Ah Ino, nice to see you again. How are things?”

 The way Kakashi spoke was so laid back, even Sakura almost bought that he just popped in.

“Oh, hey Kakashi! You're looking awfully…” Ino paused, looking over the older man before continuing.

“…well rested.”

He gave her an unseen smile, his eye crinkling as Sakura took the documents and his hand went into his pocket.

Sakura could tell her friend was scrutinizing him, looking for any evidence of their night, so she cleared her throat.

“Ino, as you know, I just got back from a mission so after I run errands I have a ton of paperwork to fill out. Let's rain check for tomorrow?”

Her friend was smarter than to buy the story that Kakashi just got there, but she knew better than to stick around.

“Sure, dinner tomorrow. Kakashi, you can have the second bagel I brought over.”

Ino hopped up, a knowing smirk on her lips as she looked over her shoulder from the door.

“Text me.”

The door shut behind her, and Sakura blew out a sigh, looking over to see Kakashi already taking a bite of one of the bagels from the bag.

“Where did you get all those clothes from?” she asked, taking a seat next to him as he handed her the other.

“Secret technique.” he mumbled, chewing.

“What does that even mean??”

He gave her a wink, taking another bite as she eyed him incredulously.

This man had so many secrets.

She wanted to learn them all.

oOo

Sakura sighed, taking a sip of coffee before setting the cup down on her desk.

Thankfully, there hadn't been a lot of patients today, so that meant she could catch up on paperwork.

Ino had been harassing her via text since yesterday and she wasn’t really looking forward to their dinner tonight, but decided it was best to get it over with.

She also had a few things she wanted to talk to the blonde about.

Mostly Sasuke and her pregnancy.

‘I wonder how Sai feels about this situation.’ she mused, absently tapping her pen as she stared off into space.

A presence at her door snapped her back.

“May I come in?”

“Ah, Itachi. Yes, have a seat.”

The Uchiha silently made his way in, shutting the door behind him as he slid into the chair across her desk.

Sakura-eyed him, watching as dark eyes looked over the paperwork strewn about her desk.

He seemed oddly… normal today.

“I brought you something.” 

He pulled a box out of his pocket, placing it on top of a pile.

She set her pen down, picking up the box and turning it around as she studied it.

“What is it?”

“Open it.”

She hummed, emerald glancing over into black orbs as he gave a small smile.

‘Wait, an actual smile? No cocky smirk?’ she thought, raising an eyebrow.

She opened it, realizing how it was a jewelry box as her eyes lit up with a gasp.

“An apology for the other day.”

She pulled the necklace free, admiring the sparkle as she angled it in the light.

“Woah, what is this? Is it real?”

“An emerald. I thought it matched your eyes.”

She blushed then, looking at the man sat across from her as she placed it back into the velvet box.

“This is too much; you really don’t need to buy me anything-“

“It’s also a birthday present” he cut in, taking it from her hands and moving behind her in a sweep.

“I um-“

She was at a loss for words, chewing her lip as his fingertips gently brushed the hair over her shoulder.

He clasped it behind her neck, straightening it on her chest as she stayed motionless.

She blinked and he was back in the chair, A satisfied smile on his lips as he looked her over.

“Just as expected, it looks lovely on you.”

She reached up, touching the stone as she swept a piece of hair behind her ear.

“My birthday isn't for another three days, you know.”

“I know” he answered, leaning forward over the desk to take her chin in his fingers.

Her eyes slid shut as he placed a soft kiss to her lips, pulling back just an inch as he spoke.

“I'm going to be busy the next few days. There's someone in the village I must keep an eye on.”

Her eyes slid open, staring closely into the sharingan as black tomoe spun.

It momentarily startled her, but she relaxed as he looked down to her lips to press another kiss.

This gentleness was weird coming from him.

She didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Call for me if you need me. I'll be around. Otherwise, I will see you when my surveillance is done.”

He stood from the chair then, large emerald orbs glancing up, a soft blush on her cheeks as she nodded her understanding

“I’ll uh, see you in a few days. Good luck.”

The corner of his mouth crooked up and he raised his hand, giving a small wave before disappearing into a large shadow.

Sakura sat like that for several minutes after he had left, rolling the necklace around in her fingers as she tried to make sense of what just happened.

It actually felt like a genuine moment between them just transpired.

No teasing, no tricks, just a sweet smile and a gift.

This only made her even more confused.

Who the hell was this man and what did he do with Itachi?

Maybe this is who he really was, deep down?

Who knows.

Sakura sure didn't.

oOo

Chapter Text

“I thought you weren't going to come here anymore.”

 Ino waved her over, the pinkette sliding into the bar stool next to her as the blonde slid her a drink.

“Don't worry, I'm not drinking. But I thought you might want to” Ino said, taking a sip of cola from her straw and shooting her friend a mischievous grin.

Just what was she up to now?

 Sakura took a drink, coughing as she slammed the cup down and wiped her mouth.

“What the hell did you order me?” she yelled, grimacing as her friend laughed.

“Something strong. Now come on, give me all the details.”

Sakura looked around the small bar, hissing as she leaned in.

“You want to talk about that? Here??”

“Why not?” she asked, crossing her legs with a smile.

“No one's going to hear you, everyone's busy doing their own thing.”

Sakura grumbled, shaking her head before taking another drink.

“First things first, I want to talk to you about Sasuke.”  Sakura announced.

“Oh Sasuke” Ino hummed, blushing as she leaned her chin into her hand.

“What about him? Do you want me to hook you two up? I don't mind.” She asked with a wink.

“W-what? No! I’m talking about YOU!” She screeched, pointing at her friends stomach.

“Oh that? What about it?”

Sakura put her hand to her forehead, sighing as she pleaded for her friend to get serious on the matter.

“That is a whole goddamn baby growing. What are you going to do if you have it and Sasuke is never around?” she hissed.

Ino shrugged, rubbing a hand absently against her stomach as she took another sip of soda.

“Sasuke was never around to begin with. It's not anything new. If it is his, I can handle it by myself.”

Sakura hummed, eyeing her friend as she digested her words.

Maybe Ino was a little more grown up than she thought.

“What about Sai? Is he going to be upset if it isn't his? Or what if it is his? Is he going to stick around and help you take care of it?”

“Oh Sakura, you worry too much! Have another drink.”

The blonde waved over the bartender, ordering her another as she quickly finished the one she had off.

“I just think you need to think these things through.”

“I have, Sakura. I'm deciding to have this baby. Even if I have to do it alone, I'm fine with that.”

Sakura's gaze softened then, reaching out and placing a hand on her arm.

“Okay, I understand. If it comes down to that, I will do everything I can to help you.”

Ino gave her a genuine smile.

“Thanks Sakura. I really appreciate that.”

They shared a moment together, Sakura starting to feel tears welling in her eyes when her friend slapped her hand on the bar.

“All right now, sappy time over. Drink up!”

She clinked their glasses together, chugging her soda as Sakura picked up her new drink and did the same.

The pinkette let out a gasp of air, blowing the fumes out as the alcohol began to burn in her stomach.

Ino forced one more on her before getting to the real matter at hand.

“So, you fucked Itachi?”

The drink nearly came out of her nose.

Sakura coughed, beating her chest as her face turned bright red.

“How was it? Was he good?”

 The questions just kept coming, and Sakura's mind was buzzing, trying to keep up.

She leaned in close, vision blurring as blue eyes blinked over at her.

“It was … huge. Like, really thick.”

Ino howled, slapping a hand on her friend’s back as she ordered more drinks.

“Sakura, you lucky dog! You really lucked out on that one, huh? I tell ya, it’s difficult to find someone hung these days.”

Sakura slammed back another drink, a giddy smile spreading across her reddened lips as she giggled along.

 She had hardly eaten today and the drinks already began kicking in.

“Yea, honestly, I was really surprised. I didn’t think it was gonna fit. But he made sure to prepare me.”

Ino’s face flushed, excitedly kicking her feet as she put an arm around her shoulder.

“Wow, so he was good in bed, huh? No skipping the foreplay I see.”

 Sakura was too tipsy to notice her voice had risen, babbling on to her lecturus friend in the crowded bar.

“Oh yea, he’ssss great in bed.. and he did this jutsu on me… the one he did on Kakashi but used it to give me multiple orgasms. Crazy right?”

Blue eyes widened, laughing as she poked her friend in the cheek.

“I’m so jealous! And speaking of Kakashi… what were you two up to the other day?”

The blonde wiggled her eyebrows pleading for more and her friend was too far gone to hold back.

“We hooked up the night before… he was very gentle-“

“Sakura, good to see you again.”

The pinkette jumped, blinking over to see a man had joined them.

He slid an arm around Ino, eyes pulled closed with a smile across his pale face.

“Sai, I didn’t see you there!”

At some point, Sai had heard the girls talking and decided to silently slide in, intrigued by the discussion.

Ever the awkward person, he chimed in.

“So, is Kakashi also good in bed?”

Sakura yelped, hiding her face in her hands as Ino cackled next to her.

“Yea Sakura, do tell!”

She shook her head, seeing stars behind her eyes as the abrupt movement made her dizzy.

No way in hell was she going to have girl talk with Sai, drunk or not.

“No comment.”

“Oh, come on! We were just getting to the good part” Ino whined, batting her lashes at the girl across from her.

After no response, she downed her soda and lifted her chin to receive a kiss from Sai.

“Ah, fine. Another time then. But you owe me the full details, billboard brow” she teased.

Sakura stuck her tongue out, pulling her eyelid down before she spoke.

“Kakashi is good at it, that’s all you gotta knoww”

“What am I good at?”

Sakura nearly fell off the stool, a hand catching her waist to steady her as she looked up into a crinkled eye.

“Ah speak of the devil”  Ino chuckled.

“N-nothing!”

Sakura took another gulp of her drink, deciding if she blacked out she wouldn’t be able to open her big mouth any more.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, snagging the glass from her fingers and sliding it out of her reach as she hiccupped.

His gaze moved to the couple, Sai’s signature smile firmly in place, giving him no clues on the conversation.

He looked to the blonde, tilting his head in inquisition as she merely shrugged.

Deciding he wouldn’t hear the rest, he lifted his hand, signaling the bartender to bring him a drink.

He rested his hand on the bar, his arm behind Sakura’s back as he used it as a guard rail to make sure she wouldn’t fall.

She was clearly quite hammered.

Not for the first time in recent history.

The bartender handed him the drink and he leaned over her to take it with his free hand.

Sakura put her cheek on his chest, arms wrapping themselves around his waist, officially trapping him as he froze.

“Mmm Kakashiiiii” she moaned, rubbing her face into his shirt as he thanked the bartender.

He looked over his shoulder to a blushing Ino and an uncharacteristically shocked Sai, forcing a smile to them.

“I’ll get her home.”  He said, placing the glass to his masked lips as he drank it down quickly.

He didn’t mind the contact, but wasn’t sure she would be too happy to hear about her actions once she sobered up.

He set the glass down, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and coaxing her to stand as she clung to him, eyes half lidded and face flushed.

“Kashiiiii. Let’s go home together.”

Ino giggled as the older man gave her a wave over his shoulder, signaling their exit.

“Take good care of her Kakashi!” She whooped.

He didn’t bother to respond, trying to avoid the stares as he drug the highly well-known head of the hospital to the exit.

She definitely was going to be embarrassed tomorrow.

Once outside of the bar, he pressed his mouth to her hair, voice low as he wrapped his other arm around her.

“You really shouldn't drink so much.” He murmured.

She stood on her tip toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

“Kashi, my feet hurt. Do the leaf teleport technique and poof me home”  she demanded, speech slurred.

He pressed their foreheads together, her skin flushed with the alcohol.

“If I did that, you’d probably puke. Fresh air will do you some good.”

He leaned down, sweeping her legs under his arm as he lifted her into the air.

She smiled up at him, the breeze whipping through long pink locks as he walked.

“This seems familiar”  she mumbled.

He raised an eyebrow, unsure what she meant as he continued on the path to her apartment.

“Your place!”  she demanded, causing his step to falter as he changed course.

“Are you sure? Don't you have to work tomorrow?” He asked, amused as she pouted and kicked her legs.

“Yea… your place is nice. And you have food.”

“Fair enough”  he laughed, nosing her ear as he inhaled her scent.

He spied a chain tucked into the collar of her shirt, taking note that he didn't think she owned jewelry, but decided to ask her about it when she was in her correct mind.

Maybe tomorrow, if they had time.

oOo

Chapter Text

‘Where am I?!’

Sakura snapped awake, sitting up quickly as she looked around the room.

She blinked rapidly, her vision clearing as recognition came to.

‘Oh, this is Kakashi’s bedroom.’

The silver-haired fox was nowhere to be found.

The sound of water told her he was in the shower, her heart rate beginning to slow back to a normal rhythm as she ran a hand through tousled pink hair.

Right, she drank way too much last night and Kakashi brought her here.

Did she remember him carrying her?

She shook her head, unable to recall the details and shrugged it off.

Ino had gotten the better of her, getting her drunk to spill her sex life in a public place.

She groaned, cheeks flushing as she put her hands to them.

She must have made a fool of herself last night.

As she sat in self-pity, the door opened and a half naked Kakashi strolled in, towel low on his chiseled hips, mask over the lower half of his face.

“Morning.”

She stared longer than she cared to admit, looking away and pulling on her shirt as she licked dry lips.

“Morning. Sorry you had to take care of me last night” she said, feeling guilty.

He made his way over to the bed, leaning over it and steadying himself with one hand as he pulled his mask down with the other.

“Not a problem”  he said, voice soft as he kissed her.

He pulled back, lips curling into a charming, crooked smile before he replaced the mask.

He walked to his closet, opening it and taking out an outfit before turning back to her.

“You passed out last night before you had a chance to eat. Are you hungry? I can make breakfast.”

She nodded, holding her angry stomach as she rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.

“Ahah…. Yea, I think I’ll take you up on that.”

Her shy smile slowly vanished as he removed the towel, bringing it to his head as he ruffled silver locks with it.

Her heart skipped a beat, emerald orbs scanning over his hard body, watching drips of water slide down before disappearing into a puff of white hair.

Damn, was she feeling thirsty right about now.

He looked up, catching her staring.

Kakashi tossed the towel to the floor, stepping forward until he was directly over her.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him, admiring the way his abs flexed as he bent down, the veins in his arms as they caged around her.

“You keep staring like that, you’re going to make me nervous” he said, his voice low in her ear.

Sakura was sure the only one getting nervous here was her.

She laid back, watching as he crawled over her, knees pressed into the bed outside of hers.

“Ah, sorry”  she flushed, looking into one grey eye as he drew in closer.

He pulled the mask down, her mouth instinctively opening and eyes closing as his tongue devoured hers.

He pulled back then, tugging his mask off, it falling to the floor in a heap.

Sakura drunk it in, how beautiful his skin glowed in the morning light, glistening with droplets of water as silvery hair glittered.

“Are you sober?”  he asked, running his hand up her thigh as her palms slid up his arms.

Sakura scoffed.

That question was becoming repetitive, but she guessed she couldn't blame him for as often as they ended up together while she was wasted.

“Yes. No further questions.”

She grabbed his arm, using chakra to heighten her strength to flip their positions.

He bounced into the bed on his back, Sakura crawling over him as she made quick work of her clothes.

She wasn’t worried about foreplay at this time, already feeling moist just by looking at the older man’s perfect physique.

She ran her hands along his body, grey and red eyes watching as she did so before she reached behind her.

He moaned as she grabbed him, lifting up as she lined herself up.

Kakashi heeded her warning, keeping his questions to himself as she slowly sat down on it.

“Fuck.”

His abs tensed, body going rock hard as she seated herself to the base with a long moan.

He reached up, cupping her breasts before moving up to her shoulders and pulling her into a deep kiss.

Their moans were muffled as she began to move, his hand running down her spine to grab her ass.

She broke the kiss then, panting as she sat up and began slowly bouncing in his lap.

He lifted one arm, crooking it under silver locks as kissed lips parted with sharp breaths.

She moved faster, feeling the burn in her legs as she slid up and down his entire length.

Emerald eyes watched each change in his expression, each tug of his brow and clench of chiseled jaw as she went faster.

The power she felt was amazing, a high that caused her lips to curl as soft moans left the man under her.

Sakura kept moving, rocking her hips as she bounced.

He felt so deep, so hard in this position that it almost hurt.

She kept going, enjoying the pain mixed with pleasure as he hit every spot.

When her legs began to tire, she used chakra to strengthen her muscles.

She lost track of time, lost in his voice, his expressions, his body as his muscles rippled and clenched.

Sweat beaded at her temple, her skin slick with exertion.

Strong hands gripped her hips and Kakashi dug in his heels, thrusting up into her as she began to slow.

“Ah..Ka…Kashi!”

It felt so deep, so powerful that she crumpled forward, catching herself on his chest as he continued pounding into her.

It was all she could do to hold herself up, giving him room to pull out and slam back in with force enough to twist her stomach.

“So deep” she groaned, gritting her teeth as blunt nails dug into hard skin.

He reached between them, rubbing against her clit with her breathy gasp.

“Ka…Kashi..!!”

He made sure she came first, growling into her shoulder as he followed a few minutes after.

Her body trembled, breath harsh on his chest as pink hair splayed out wildly around them.

It took a few more minutes for his head to clear, their breathing returning to normal.

He realized something just then, blinking up at the ceiling as she wrapped her arms around him.

Shit, he came inside her.

For the second time.

And right after their talk about how she wasn’t ready to be a mom.

He kept the thought to himself, deciding not to ruin the moment as he rolled them over and placed a kiss to her temple.

He wiped damp bangs from her forehead, smiling down at tired emerald eyes as he made a move to get up.

“Breakfast will be ready in 15.”

“Mmm.”  She hummed, eyes sliding closed as her breathing evened out.

“Don’t forget to use the restroom.”

“mmm” she agreed.

With that, he left the room, shutting the door to give her quiet as he began making breakfast.

Another thing to bring up when they had a chance.

oOo

She didn't wake back up until about 30 minutes before her shift.

Sakura scarfed down cold breakfast, shouting a thank you to Kakashi as she sprinted out of his door in last night’s clothes.

She only had enough time to quickly brush her teeth and change before she was running to make it to the hospital on time.

She ran past her coffee place, her normal table sitting empty as she pulled out her cell phone.

‘sorry for running. Training tonight?’

After a few minutes he responded just as she reached the hospital door.

‘Sure. See you at the usual spot.’

Sakura groaned, at least a dozen pairs of eyes staring back at her as she stepped into the waiting room.

Damn, today was going to be a long day.

She was only partially shocked to see Rock Lee smiling up at her, holding a limp arm as he gave her a thumbs up with the other.

“Good morning Sakura chan!!”

A very... Long day.

oOo