61Here it is~~! Chapter ten, I finally managed to glue every scene together.
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"Wow Temari new haircut?" Mentioned female gave her a disbelieving stare while the two brothers thought of any possible hidden meaning. "Wellgottagobye!"
And off she went.
Sakura all but raced for the next hundred meters or so until she was about eight streets away. The awkwardness was simply humiliating, upgrading it to her new personal high-score. Just why was this supposedly relaxing day turning into a full-blown catastrophe? Trust the gods to make her life even more pathetic.
Finally the pinkette stopped and entered the convenience store, hopefully the short grocery shopping trip will turn her overly sour mood into something showable in public. Carefully Sakura picked a few well-looking vegetables, snacks for her sulk-night, some delicious fruits and made her way to the counter. Every few moments her rosy colored head took in various tempting articles; some of them filled her chart.
After a very welcome slow progress to pay for her goods she made it out of the store, the sound of sliding doors barely registering. Looking quickly up Sakura saw the slowly progressing red in the afternoon sky. Surprisingly, Sakura loitered around the streets of Tokyo long enough for five hours to pass. That would be her longest convince-store trip; good thing she refrained from buying ice-cream.
By the time the female made it back home it was already dark, street lights lightened everyone's road up. The crisp air invited Sakura to inhale and exhale, there was nothing better than fresh night air – if one refrains from mentioning the air pollution though.
She reluctantly made her way up the stairs taking baby steps towards her apartment. One last sigh left the female's mouth when she made sure no individual – namely a dark haired, gorgeously looking Uchiha Itachi – stood in her way to spend a relaxing evening – or night – without any interruptions, hopefully.
Fumbling blindly in her bag – the light went already off – she tasted her way to any object akin to a key. Her right shoulder leaned roughly against the metal door both hands inside the cloth searching with touch only. Releasing a urgent groan the female reached with her –newly released – left hand for the too far stationed light-switch. Body stretching to its alethic limits she finally banged her palm against the damn device.
Let there be light.
Her cattish sharp, emerald orbs now joined her right hand in the search for the – repeatedly– lost key. Absently, Sakura wondered about the reasons why a lucky-charm, tiny teddy-bear and an orange tee with the inscriptions 'I-foxish-heart-you' landed in her purchased items. She really had to use her brain while shopping.
"Where the hell is this cursed key!"
Five minutes of fruitless searching and Sakura slumped sliding into a sitting position against her closed door. She snorted in amusement 'What a splendid day today is', cicadas summed in the background turning her attention to the sky 'Pardon, night.' .
Sakura then remembered a spare key hidden behind the on-the-wall-next-to-door-attached sliver mailbox. She moved to stand up then reached with her slim fingers through the tiny space in-between the mailbox and wall finding absolutely nothing.
"Fuck it all to the deepest Hell! Why isn't it there. WHY!"
She punched the door with her closed fist cursing it a little more. After the initial pain came the realization –
"I'm now officially, totally and royally screwed."
Sakura's very frustrated form backed hard against the door, landing harshly with behind first on her doormat. Seems this will be her sleeping place today. The back of her head banged against the door, a few frustrated tears sliding down.
Out of nowhere her door opened itself magically, her body did a quick ninety degrees fall backwards leaving her spine and head hurt on Sakura's own floor. Her eyes opened and she totally froze.
Her initial thought of a magical door were wrong. Apparently a very smug looking Uchiha Itachi opened it for her – standing a feet away from her, amused eyes gazing. Sakura's body shot up as if hit by an invisible force.
"You!" A slim pointer finger at Itachi. "It was you who took my spare key!"
Angry emerald just dared him to deny, quietly promising a very painful death if he even thought of playing around.
"I have no idea you had a spare key," – of course he knew, he himself removed the key from its hiding place – "surely it would have made things easier for you."
"Don't play dumb! You picked up my spare key and broke into my home!" Oh, what irony the genius absently noted.
"Not quite. I 'picked up' your original one – which you have lost the moment you detected me – afterwards I entered - not 'broke into' – your apartment. By the way are you fine with a Crème Brûlée for desert?"
"…" The hell?
Sakura had to stop her rage for a moment and overthink the whole situation she had unwillingly found herself wrapped in. First, she lost her key which Itachi found and then the bastard decided just on a whim to enter her home without any questions asked whatsoever. And now this damn man dares to stand in front of her fuming body dressed in his usual suit, some house shoes on his feet and Sakura's blue apron decorating his from.
Holy shit Itachi looks too damn good in her apron, were she a lesser woman Sakura would have already jumped his bones.
Do it!
Shut it! Beside the point!
More importantly did Itachi actually cook for her? With firsts, seconds and all? How the hell was she supposed to kick him out right now without looking like a complete cretin, impossible.
She might as well enjoy the evening now.
Sakura made a grimace, deciding that if an Uchiha wanted something it was nearly impossible to not succumb. Ignoring his explanation about her missed key Sakura answered –
"It's fine with me." Then she stepped out of her shoes, took her bag into the kitchen and gawked at the sight of various kinds of dishes – edible to that. She turned around looking Itachi straight in the eyes – "Are we having dinner or what?" She grinned, he smirked and boy did they have a dinner.
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Fed and seconds ago completely at peace Sakura contemplated how to bring up the subject of Itachi finally leaving her lovely home. She was grateful for the food, her parents did raise her well after all, but enough was enough.
This vixen of a male did every possible thing to lengthen his stay at Sakura's. Slowly, she was getting nervous; how was she supposed to get rid of an Uchiha and save face? Impossible, completely impossible.
She wanted to do the dishes; he intervened saying she should relax.
She wanted him to register how 'tired' she was and leave; he brew her tea.
She wanted him to understand she had homework; he took her books and scribbled down the answers.
Yes, enough was enough. Sakura stood up, stalked to her desk and slapped her palm down on the papers making Itachi halt his writing. He looked curiously up with a 'how can I help you' expression.
"Homework is meant to improve oneself; that is why I would rather do it myself, you realize."
He blinked and – "Then I shall supervise you."
"…" To leave – that you shall. "I'm fully capable of handling homework on my own.."
Of course the Uchiha was aware. She is Tsunade's prized pupil. Her grades are always near perfection. However. Itachi had other plans in his brilliant mind instead of simply leaving her alone, just as she so desperately wanted him to. He himself, in fact, wanted something desperately as well –
"I am aware." Her.
She raised a quizzed eyebrow at this "Why then want to supervise me at all?"
"I wish to get to know you." Now that is some sudden topic-change.
"You keep trying to make this about us, about our encounter at the wedding."
"Yes, because you keep trying to make this about anything else. You are avoiding me trying to push me far away."
"You know what? Fine." She crossed her arms fiery, her emerald gifted eyes roared with emotions. "If you want to talk about that night, talk."
Itachi stood abruptly; Sakura had a bad, bad feel about this. He was a few good inches taller than her, Sakura's head barely reached Itachi's shoulders, that is why incapacitating her was childishly easy work. Before she knew it Sakura was pressed against her own desk – halfway leaning into it due to the awkward closeness with a certain stubborn male – having a taller body tower above her slightly. And his face, damn, it was still dangerously near her own.
"Y – You, what are – " Before the female could utter any further words she was literally shut up by very soft lips. Fabulous, just what she had in mind for a 'relaxing' evening. Her luck truly sucked these days.
Just on cue her brain stopped functioning making place for her hormones. Instantly Sakura was aware of Itachi's breath, the rippling of his shoulders, neck as he craned down to get a better angle. His smell. Oh to everything that's holy, his smell captivated her senses.
Slowly Sakura turned from a slight rosy color into a full-blown flush, his teeth nipped at her bottom lip Sakura's eyes widened with pleasure looking into mesmerizing onyx ones, realizing it slow his tongue started playing with her own and before she knew it Sakura responded to every and each action. The tension rose, their breaths mingled together, bodies pressed against each other. Each felt the differences in their forms hardened chest met soft bosom, delicate thighs against perfectly defined ones.
Then Itachi grinded against Sakura making her feel everything and the rather big change in his anatomy.
"I am not sure about my thoughts, actions or doings for that matter." He looked directly into emerald squeezing lightly Sakura's arms. "All I know, is that right now – " Itachi's masculine body crushed Sakura's feminine one into the wall behind. "I want to have you closer, move you to the next best room and throw on any suitable surface to my liking, rip your clothes off and kiss every inch of your body with all I have."
She all but fled inside the confines of her bathroom smashing and locking the door in the process.
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'Oh no, no, no, no, no. No!' This was not supposed to happen, it was meant to stay at that one night no matter how gloriously she had enjoyed herself. A one-night stand is a one. night. stand. Period. There should not be any feelings afterwards.
Sakura sat on the closed toiled seat, face in a daze, with her hands gripping the poor ceramic. 'So why is it I feel this.. pull towards him?' Then it dawned on her. 'Why am I fighting against it in the first place?'
All the things she heard about Itachi came from the Media who in turn liked to exaggerate matters. Facts which she previously thought were true most probably were not. Embarrassment flushed her face. "I don't know Itachi but I judged him. I'm such a huge hypocrite."
Sakura detested the gossip rotating in the news, papers, heck on the whole internet and here she was believing what they uttered about the man she obviously was attached to. "I'm such a big idiot."
She had not even given him any chance, she plainly used him and then tossed away. After the most previous actions it was clear he felt something towards her. Her mouth turned into a steady line.
Sakura stood up looked into her bathroom mirror quickly checking her appearance, took three baby-steps towards the door halted in front of it, grabbed the goldish handle and exited.
Then she was assaulted with a clean scent. After descending the remaining distance to her kitchen she stopped, stunned. Itachi had his back to her his muscles so finely visible in this white shirt of his, sleeves propped back again revealing his wonderfully shaped muscles not too much but not too less either, in one hand a kitchen towel while the other held a plate Sakura did not recognize for the life of her.
Not that someone could blame her, it was not a daily occurrence for her to experience such a.. scene.
Uchiha Itachi rinsing her plates.
After a few second of just standing in the doorway Sakura smiled, decision made.
Haruno Sakura officially wanted Uchiha Itachi. Nothing would stop her now. Absolutely not a damn thing.
She stalked straight to Itachi with even, confident steps. Her arms crawled up his arms sensually until she stopped at his neck enveloping him into a tight hug. His head snapped back, eyes searching for hers and he found them. Indeed he picked a very bossy female, not that he wanted it any other way.
"Sakura, what – "
"Oh, shut up."
Then she kissed him.
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Next chapter; smutty scenes
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