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Homecoming	By : Zelha Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 2336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, duh. I only own a pair of sleepers, so obviously I don't make any profit with this story.

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Alright,
maybe I’m going for the usual cliché, but I have yet to see a good Non-Mass ItaSaku with this kind of PWP. Set after Crimson Genii,
just because I can. 8D

Also, I
dedicate this shot to the ladies of the ItaSaku FC at
the Naruto Forums, and my dear friend Pawsies.

Homecoming

A massive
headache was building behind the medic-nin’s left
temple. Rubbing the area while blinking in an attempt to alleviate the
discomfort, Haruno Sakura – soon to be Uchiha Sakura –
made her way towards the cafeteria of the Konoha Hospital.
She wasn’t exactly looking forward to changing her surname, and the reasons for
this were the cause of her headache.

None of
those reasons had anything to do with Itachi himself. She loved the cold, unexpressive
ANBU captain that was her soon-to-be husband more than she was willing to admit.
She also adored the way her mother-in-law-to-be went out of her way to teach
her a thing or two about her future Clan.

That was
just it. Neither Sakura nor Itachi – especially
Itachi – were amused whenever his mother requested Sakura’s presence over at
the Uchiha Manor for tea or dinner. While they chattered happily about their
impending ceremony, Sakura, having been taken under Mikoto’s
wing as if she were already the Clan’s Heads’ favorite daughter, had little to
no time to spare for her raven-haired fiancé.

Fugaku,
knowing his wife as he did, was very much aware that this fussing was more or
less a test – one meant to assess the limits of their firstborn’s patience,
rather than ascertain Sakura’s worthiness. As such, he had chosen not to say
anything to Itachi about it. Sasuke, being the ever-observant otouto that he was, noticed the way his older brother’s
onyx eyes narrowed when their mother all but pulled Sakura to the garden in
order to have a private talk with her, finding his aniki’s
hidden frown mildly unsettling.

However,
what Mikoto didn’t know, but Fugaku suspected, and Sasuke was almost positive about, was that Itachi kept sneaking out of the house in
order to enjoy some semblance of peace with his emerald-eyed kunoichi during
the dark hours of the night. Sleeping next to her was now mandatory for him;
her deep breathing ghosting over his skin was the only thing that could soothe
his paranoid senses. Since he had come to terms with the fact that rest and
serenity were things only achieved by sleeping at Sakura’s apartment, Itachi
had no qualms about pursuing those states of relaxing respite that kept his
senses even clearer than before.

Sakura had
laughed quietly when he pointed out this curious thing, quoting that old
proverb, the one that said even the mightiest eagle comes down the treetops to
rest. He hadn’t disagreed. She was right, and he had acquiesced to her gracious
statement.

Being an
Uchiha bride didn’t faze Sakura in the least; Tsunade
had been quite clear about what was in store for her during the courtship right
up to the moment she signed her name next to Itachi’s in the old scroll. It was
just that the Clan elders were now trying to grab her attention so that they
could start their nagging. In response to this, her own teammates had taken it
upon themselves to escort her wherever she went, even to get food, in order to
deter the elders from kidnapping her in a rather discreet manner and taking her
off to some Clan meeting.

That is why
she didn’t mind anything. Sure, all the babying was getting to her, especially
Naruto’s sulky pout and Sai’s bland smile and name
calling, but surprisingly, Sasuke had been quite okay with this little
escorting task. She had to admit it: her future brother-in-law had become quite
protective these days with Itachi being out of the village on a special
mission. Maybe they had spoken about the elders and the need to keep them out
of Sakura’s way?

All in all,
she didn’t care. All she needed now was a pill for her migraine and an hour of
rest inside her office before taking the night shift. Morning shifts were slow
and easy until someone pressed the Code Blue trigger. Apparently the morning
that came to an end several hours ago had been one of those.

Two ANBU
operatives injured in survival training; a Root interrogator admitted due to
“food poisoning;” two Chuunin and four Genin admitted with several lacerations on their limbs due
to inappropriate handling of weapons. It took all of Sakura’s patience to
refrain from biting the Chuunins’ heads off because
of their recklessness, but when Shizune took over
they got punished nonetheless, much to her relief.

Muttering
under her breath about stupid adolescents getting hurt just for kicks, she
entered the office and locked the door behind her. She didn’t need to turn on
the light, since her apprentice already knew where she was and the high levels her
bad mood was reaching. Leaning her back and head on the wooden surface of the
door, she breathed deeply, trying to dispel the pain that was starting to pound
on her left temple.

But
something was off. A familiar scent of spearmint and cedar saturated the place,
as if...

Opening her
eyes, she saw a pair of familiar red eyes staring at her from her examination stool.
Taking another deep breath, she blinked,
half-expecting the red eyes to disappear, perceiving them to be a hallucination
caused by a combination of her migraine and how much she missed her Uchiha
lover.

But the
eyes didn’t disappear, only narrowing slightly in response to her lack of
reaction.

“Sasuke?”
she called softly, clenching her fist in an unconscious reflex. She really was
getting tired of his obsessive vigilance.

The red
eyes deactivated, turning onyx, and a hand turned on the little lamp she had on
the examination gurney, revealing another person altogether, sitting on the
stool.

“Itachi!”
she exclaimed in a whisper, feeling herself go almost limp in a wave of relief
and joy. He had come back apparently unscathed, as it was his personal gift to
her to return without injuries for her to take care of... to worry about.

An elegant brow
lifted and his head tilted to a side, his way of asking her what was wrong
without saying a word. Sakura shook her head, a brilliant smile on her face as
she made her way to him.

His hands
extended at the same moment hers reached for him, his face went to hide in her shoulder
as he breathed her sweet scent, recommitting it to memory. The embrace was
tight but gentle. They were silent, both of them knowing that words were beyond
the sentiment of the reunion.

“Injured?”
she asked in a whisper, as he lifted his head to look at her. He shook his head
once, one arm wrapping around her waist as she stood between his legs and his
other hand went to trace her forehead in a simple but soft caress. She closed
her eyes, enjoying the contact, basking in his presence and the fact that
finally, after several weeks, they were alone in other place than her
apartment.

“Difficult
day?” his deep voice murmured, his sharp eyes noticing how frazzled she looked.
It must have been one of those days she worked two (and often three) shifts in
a row, he concluded correctly. Sakura nodded, leaning her cheek on his palm as
it went around her face.

“I have a
migraine,” she said softly. “I’m in for the next shift.”

Wordlessly,
he reached for the lamp, turning it off. Sakura blinked, waiting for her eyes
to adjust to sudden darkness that filled her office. She was grateful all the
same for his thoughtfulness. The night was beginning; it was a little while
after sunset.

“I thought
you weren’t coming back until Friday,” she commented, her fingers playing with
the long locks of raven hair that hung from his nape. She felt him sigh and
shake his head once more.

“The
assignment was completed ahead of schedule,” he murmured, his free hand going
to her face once more. “Where is your migraine centered?”

She leaned
her left temple on his palm. “It’s just beginning, I just need a pill and some
rest,” she explained, belatedly noting that he was dressed in his usual Clan
attire: black wide-collared shirt, black pants. He must have gone home to
change out of his ANBU uniform, which made her realize that he had been in the
village for a while then.

His warm
fingers started a soothing, circular massage over her temple. “I would like to
request that you pass this upcoming shift to another medic; you look like you
need more than a light nap.”

“I can’t,”
she breathed with a frown, “Shizune is running the ER
tonight, not to mention Tsunade-sama is locked in a Council meeting for the
rest of the evening. Hanabi-chan is helping me with
the rounds tonight, but I need to send her home soon because she has a mission
tomorrow.”

Itachi
sighed. It seemed that he wasn’t going to get his way... until another idea formed
immediately in his brilliant, scheming head.

“Send Hanabi home at ten. It would suffice for her to rest and
prepare for her mission.”

This might
have been strange words coming from the almighty tensai
ANBU Vice-Commander, but with time he had come to respect and even appreciate
the young Hyuuga kunoichi, especially when she helped him convince the chronic workaholic
Sakura to go home and rest properly.

In return,
she always gave him a wide berth whenever he was visiting Sakura in the
hospital, even covering for her shishou when she felt
their chakra shifting, already knowing that the couple was... busy.

“But it’s
just seven-thirty,” Sakura complained softly. “She has been here with me since
mid-morning.”

“And since
when have you been in here?” her darling man asked, his eyebrow arched as if he
already knew she had been cooped in the Hospital since the day before.

True to
character, she blushed and frowned at Itachi. “You know I have to be here,” she pointed out curtly. “It’s the best place for
me to be since the elders aren’t going to barge in here to interrogate me.
Besides, I’m getting a little sick of my bodyguards, you know.”

Itachi
exhaled in that amused little chuckle of his. “I’ll ask Sasuke to be less
overbearing, then.”

Speaking of overbearing, Sakura pondered idly as she
directed a glance at her desk, knowing that her lover’s medical folder rested
among the paperwork there. “Did you finally get your annual physical done?” she
asked, turning to stare at him. Sporting a suddenly-passive expression, Itachi
stared back with a rather guiltless look in his onyx eyes.

Sakura
sighed grumpily. “Itachi, Tsunade-sama is going to kill me if you don’t get your physical done by the end of the month.”

“I believe
we are in the appropriate place for that task,” her raven-haired man shot back
with a slight smirk. “However, I happen to think we need to get something done
first.”

Trailing a
hand over her white coat, the ANBU Vice-Commander grabbed her leg and made her
totter towards him, making her fall on his lap.

“Hey!” she
gasped, now in a rather suggestive straddling position over her Uchiha love.
Blushing furiously, Sakura looked up to him, finding his onyx eyes gleaming
with evident desire. Her throat went dry at the blatant display of friskiness
from her usually stoic lover.

“Tell me,
Sakura,” he rumbled softly, one of his arms anchoring to him while the other
went to trace the hollow between her collarbones. “Did you miss me?”

The
pink-haired medic caught up instantly the double entendre of his words. “Yes,”
she whispered, leaning up slightly to speak her affirmation over his lips. “I
have been counting the days until I saw you again.”

His eyes
charged with the crimson look of the Sharingan, letting her know she was about
to get ravaged senseless. “Is that so?” he murmured, his lips moving softly
under hers as he spoke. “Care to elaborate?”

“Mmm...”
she didn’t have to actually explain, as she knew very well that her lover
appreciated actions over words. Closing the almost non-existent gap between them,
she pressed her lips to his in a kiss that suddenly turned heated, desperate,
frenzied.

But as
usual, Itachi had other ideas. Unlocking her hold around his neck, his long
fingers went under her white coat, pushing it away from her shoulders and unveiling
the red shirt she usually wore to work. But something was different with her
garment, as it had black birds embroidered on the red fabric, the long-necked
birds tracing a pattern over her covered chest that he found quite interesting.

Discarding
the medical coat over the metal table and tracing the embroidered figures,
until he reached that silver zipper on her front. Kissing her once more and
making the pink-haired beauty perched on his lap whimper softly under the
onslaught of his attention, Itachi pushed the obviously expensive shirt from
her dainty shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her own hands weren’t
inactive though, as they found the heavy, dark fabric of his shirt and pulled
it to free it from his pants, sneaking her fingers over his skin to map his
torso and back.

Locked in a
kiss that grew hungrier by the second, his fingers went to trace scorching
lines from her stomach upwards, until he had both her covered breasts in his
hands. She arched into his touch, pushing her chest to him as his fingertips
kneaded the soft, round flesh encased in the simple, yet very distracting white
bra.

Itachi’s
fingers were calloused but traced the lines of her breasts almost reverently,
his sense of touch reveling in the softness of her heaving skin. It was
exhilarating to him, having such a beautiful nymph on his lap, squirming and
gasping under his touch.

He trailed
his lips over hers, down her throat and her soft skin, until he reached the
objects of his immediate attention. Sakura whimpered softly, gasping his name
in that tone of hers that demanded a swift response. Of course, he wasn’t going
to disappoint his lover now.

Grabbing
her hips, he stood up and walked the three steps that separated them from the
medical gurney. The crinkle of the clean paper was heard when he placed her on
top of the table, all this without stopping himself from kissing her. She was
delicious in every way possible; her sweet lips, her lovely perfume and the
lush curves of her body, all wrapped up in a neat package that had his name
nothing but carved in her heart.

Watching
her arch her back to receive his caresses and listening as she let out another
needy, soft moan, Itachi concluded that he just couldn’t allow for her to show
this facet of her persona to another. She was completely ensnared by him, and
soon all the people in the village would know it when she sported a
red-and-white fan emblazoned in her garments.

Not that he
minded Sakura wearing the Uchiha crest; she looked quite appealing in
everything she happened to put on to cover the creamy perfection of her body.

He
currently wanted – craved – to see
that creamy perfection one more time. And the clothes she wore were in the way.

His hands
started to unzip the dark blue skirt, while her hands finally got a firm hold
of his shirt and pulled it up his torso, silently demanding for him to take it
off. He complied wordlessly, only to have her small, perfect hands – hands of a
fighter, hands of an enchantress, hands of a healer –
tracing his defined lines, almost in wonder, relearning the physique of his
body with soft caresses.

Itachi let
a smirk grace his features. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one in a ravenous
mood this night. Sakura blushed furiously at his expression, knowing she was in
for a wild ride, especially when he didn’t stop her from undressing him.

“We need to
be quiet,” she reminded him in a breathless tone. He nodded, his smirk
pronouncing in his features as he leaned down, pressing his chest to hers.
Sakura sighed at the contact, extending her neck in a display of bliss. This
wasn’t missed by her Uchiha lover, who proceeded to trace her pale column with
his nose and mouth, feeling how her blood started to run wild under the
sensations he inflicted upon her.

Of course,
he had expected her to have her undergarments combined, since she always
dressed accordingly with her daily tasks, but his eyes widened slightly when he
noticed those low-cut panties, made in black.

Sakura
merely blushed, but smiled oh so knowingly of her little trick. Her femininity
was at her peak, he noted as he slipped his hands under the petite scrap of
tantalizing fabric, running it down her legs and carefully removing it over her
high-heeled sandals. She always thought he had a fetish with her footwear, and
today wasn’t the exception. Sakura let out a breathless giggle that turned into
a gasp when his hands lightly pressed between her legs, spreading them slowly.

“Itachi,”
she whimpered when she felt herself opened under his probing fingers. She was
exquisite, his heady mind thought as he inhaled the sweet scent of her skin and
her arousal.

If she was
expecting him to plunge into her ravenously as he had done in past times, she
was sorely mistaken. Clad in only his pants, he slid one his hands upward to
her heaving breasts, caressing the soft plump flesh as he went. His other hand,
however, was still circling her outer core, allowing his fingers to soak in her
secret juices.

When he
finally touched her gathered and nervy flesh there, Sakura’s back arched, her
teeth biting her lower lip to muffle an obvious moan. This was what he had
expected, to have her all ready for him, to writhe under his touch, to call his
name in the throes of passion.

He couldn’t
make her scream due to their current location in a semi-public place, but he
could surely make her forget her migraine with a good release of stress.
Activating his Sharingan, he pressed his palm on her chest in order to call for
her attention. As she complied, emerald eyes dark and hungry and skin flushed
with delicious excitement, she found herself trapped in one of his preferred genjutsu. This one was one of her favorites, as it made her
senses believe she was back in the Uchiha Hideout, lying down in his futon as
he made love to her in a rundown hall, a muted fire near them, letting their
instincts overrule their rationality.

Her lover
outside the genjutsu kept rubbing that little pearl,
making her body climb towards the high peak, as the Itachi in the illusion
drove his tongue into her, making her moan aloud in her mind. A tiny whimper
broke from her lips, as both versions of Itachi (the real one and the illusion of
himself) went down on her, nimble fingers and an even more nimble tongue making
her feel as though she were going insane with desire.

Starting to
pant audibly, Sakura’s eyes closed, lost in sensation and the genjutsu, while his crimson eyes went to her apex, watching
how it was starting to tremble with the upcoming release and how she was
becoming wetter by the moment. It was an exhilarating thing, to overpower her
with a simple genjutsu that she was more than able to
break free of, but seldom did. He knew it was because she enjoyed being
subjected to his Kekkei Genkai. It was a matter of absolute trust; this doujutsu of his was one of the most terrifying weapons in
existence, but when it came to Sakura, Itachi simply couldn’t bear the thought
of using his Sharingan for some other task than make
her squirm with pleasure.

She was
starting to get a bit louder now, signaling her Uchiha lover she was teetering
on the very edge of her orgasm. Leaning over her and slanting his mouth on
hers, his fingers went to unzip his own pants, freeing himself and guiding his
own almost painfully hard manhood to her core. As Sakura’s release started, a
loud wail muffled by his lips, Itachi pressed himself inside her fluttering
center until he couldn’t go further, holding himself as she received him and
trapped him snugly, muscles rippling and threatening to bring him to release as
well. Only his iron will prevented him from doing so, luckily, because he
certainly had other ideas to continue this impromptu intimate encounter.

When he
felt her going down from her high, he started to move.

Slow at
first, relishing in her warmth as she contracted around him in a tantalizing,
addicting way, and picking up his pace at the same time he dispelled the genjutsu, bringing her back to reality – his reality.

Sakura’s
lips curved against his in a lazy, sexy smile, proof that she was successfully
merged with her inner persona.

“Itachi,”
she breathed, fixing that enchanting gaze of hers on his, holding his intense
stare as her hips moved with his, the dance perfectly synchronized now. Her
arms went to wrap around his torso, holding him tightly as they started to
climb that elusive peak together.

He had to
swallow her cries of pleasure, but somehow she didn’t mind. She was far too
lost in a sea of crimson sensations, led by her raven-haired lover towards a
white hot ending. She arched and dug her nails on his back, Itachi working
steadily and hypnotically to push her over the edge.

Just as she
was reaching her peak, he noticed her chakra flow starting to go faster,
unmasked at it was; it was just a matter of time for them to be intruded upon
if her coworkers wrongly mistook Sakura’s frantic mood for stress or a call for
help. It was time.

“Sakura,”
he growled in her ear, his strained tone demanding a swift decision. She
complied, readily as always, biting her lip to restrain herself as she directed
her gaze once more at his. Reaching for one of her arms, Itachi pulled until he
had her hand in his grasp, moving it until it over her head and interlocking
their fingers in a display of union he nowadays did to show her, albeit subtly,
how much she meant to him.

And she
understood of course, squeezing her fingers as a tender smile blossomed in her
panting lips, as his hips started to slam into her sharply. She used her free
hand to seal her mouth to his, letting out a moan that send shivers down his
spine. Her eyes were half-open, glazed with passion, but as his Sharingan
shifted their attention on them, she opened them all the way, eagerly waiting
for the next phase.

Pulled once
more to his personal mental corner, she found her senses assaulted by her
lover’s passionate onslaught, finally pushing her to her release with him following
shortly after.

Sakura had
always counted on the fact that she couldn’t expect something normal from her
Uchiha love. This was just a little proof of that statement, as both lovers
embraced over the medical gurney, sated and content. Sakura didn’t even bother
to attempt asking herself how on earth they had ended making love in her
office. And Itachi wasn’t offering an explanation either, so it was a moot
point to voice her question.

But what
she did notice as she nuzzled his neck, inhaling his fresh spearmint and cedar
scent deeply, was that her migraine was gone and forgotten, her orgasms
terminating her accumulated stress. Sakura smiled wryly. Whether she liked it
or not, and whether she admitted it or not, Itachi was more attuned to her
tension and discomforts than herself.

“Alright,”
she whispered in a light tone. “Are you ready for your physical? Now that I
have you here, I can’t let you go.”

Itachi
lifted his head to look at her, a faint, amused smile curving his lips.

“That
statement pleases me,” he murmured, twisting her words and sliding his mouth
into a little smirk. “However, you are going to perform that physical
examination at home.”

Eyes
widened in surprise and a sharp intake of breath was all the office got as notice,
before a puff of smoke served as evidence of Itachi’s effective kidnapping of
his medic-nin.

Certainly,
life with Itachi was never going to be boring. Sakura only hoped their children
didn’t inherit this sneaky habit of his, or she was so going to dump them on
their grandparents.

Well, now that was a good idea.

~ Tenna' ento
lye omenta ~

A/N: Peachy
got my brain drowning in ideas of bunshin!Itachi,
but in the end I came up with this. Hope you like it, though. 8D

Thanks for reading.
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