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Bibliophilia	By : Zelha Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 4471 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Not mine, blech. If
Naruto was mine, Kakashi would be naked 24/7. 8D
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AN and Warning: Peach requested library smut. This is my take
with a twist. You have been warned. A PWP with no plot whatsoever, lots of sexiness
and some OOC. Also, crack.
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Bibliophilia

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The best
part of having an Uchiha lover/fianc� was that she had been granted access
everywhere within the clan District, Sakura thought with a smug smile as her
eyes browsed greedily through rows and rows of books. Being such pursuers of
knowledge, the Uchiha had a library of considerable size, rivaling the expanse�and
the contents�of the village library itself.

She was
here to investigate different kinds of kinjutsu. Her
lover wasn�t in Konoha at the moment, for he was performing a mission of utmost
importance for their homeland. However, she had been permitted to do as she
pleased in the common grounds of the clan, seeing as her position as the bride
of the Uchiha Heir was as unshakable and firm as the Hokage Mountain.

�Due to the nature of the seals and the need
of using a sacrifice to perform them correctly, it is best to conclude that��

�Sakura-chan,
I heard you were here!�

Lifting her
eyes from her reading, she found a grinning Uchiha cousin-to-be. Arching a
perfect pink eyebrow she smirked, so alike her lover that the Uchiha clansman
pouted.

�What on
earth, Shisui? You look like hell! And it�s a wonder that you know this library
exists,� she teased mercilessly, knowing how her future cousin was. �I�ve never
seen you here before. Are you trying to pick up some light reading to take to
the bathhouse? The porn store is outside the District, as you know.�

�Ouch!
You�re so ruthless, Sakura-chan!� said cousin-to-be grumbled comically. �I was
just sent here to let you know that we came back unscathed. It seems that dear
cousin of mine you have for a fianc�e thought you
needed to be informed at once.�

�Of course
I needed to be informed, Shisui. I�m in charge of your medical cases,� she
sniffed haughtily. �And if I find out you�re withholding information about your
health status, I�ll make you pay dearly...but I�m sure you�re aware of this,
cousin.�

Shisui of
the Mirage sweat-dropped, knowing what she meant, for she had made her point
quite clear with all the Uchiha cases she handled. Even her
own teammate had been on the receiving end of that angry fist of steel.
And the clan heir, her very fianc�, had deemed it necessary
for them to be as honest as possible regarding their health, seeing as she
always found out what they had been hiding from her.

It was that
damn perfect chakra control�s fault, he cursed inwardly.

�Ahaha! Anyway, I�ll go tell Itachi you�re here. He
said he would go home and change before coming to meet you.�

�Thanks for
the tip, Shisui,� she smiled, eyes closing in glee. It was obvious to the
Uchiha how fitting she was for his young
cousin. She was intelligent, skilled, beautiful... and with a body to die for.

�You�re
welcome, Sakura-chan. I�m heading home now,� he said, backing away from the
secluded reading room she was in, dirty thoughts flooding his mind already. He
couldn�t wait to flee to his hot shower to perform the action he needed to
release his urges, imagining himself bending that pretty body onto that table
and fucking her senseless.

�Rest up,
Shisui! See you la�!�

Sakura
blinked, baffled, when she realized he had used his teleporting jutsu to get
the hell out of the library. She shrugged and returned to her reading, making
notes in a blank scroll from time to time.

Time passed
fast for the busy, diligent kunoichi. At one moment she lifted her head,
expanding her senses and finding out that she had the library mostly to herself. She sighed deeply, raising her arms to
stretch. She had been cooped inside for the entirety of the day, and she was
nowhere near the end of her investigation.

I thought Itachi was coming here to see me, she thought absentmindedly, as she
continued her research.

The Uchiha
library was made of several secluded door-less high-arched sections, which had
a large table within each section and bookshelves that piled their contents up
to the ceiling. In the right corner of each section was another table used to
unroll and pin scrolls for a detailed perusal. This level of organizational
skill was just so Uchiha that Sakura couldn�t help but admire their dedication�and
OCD�to an extent, so like her very own.

Stretching
her arms again, she arched on the wooden chair enough to feel her spine
popping. She sighed again, and went to plant her feet on the floor in order to
stand up.

A pair of
strong hands grabbed her by the back of her knees, preventing her from moving
away from the table. Gasping, she looked down, prepared to punch the lecher
bastard to oblivion, Uchiha or not.

But a pair
of well-known onyx-eyes, glinting with interest and amusement, looked up from
under the table and promptly froze her on the spot.

�Itachi!�
she hissed, feeling absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that the proud Clan
Heir was currently kneeling between her legs under the library table. �What are
you doing?!�

He merely
held her gaze, while his hand moved from her knee and placed a finger over his
own mouth, which held an obvious trace of a wicked smirk. Sakura blushed
instantaneously.

�What?! No! We could get caught!� she whispered
frantically, knowing what that look meant. The finger fell from his lips, smirk
still in place, to trace a line up her bare leg until it disappeared from view�under
her skirt.

�Itachi!�
she hissed, clearing her throat loudly when two people walked into the section
she was in and retrieved a few scrolls
wordlessly, waving or inclining their head to her as she fixed her eyes on the
book she had on the table and pretended to be quite concentrated on it. As soon
as the people left, she directed a glare under the table. �Let me go!�

Itachi
shook his head and pulled her body slightly in order to make her scoot forward
on the chair.

It took a
great amount of willpower for Sakura not to screech or yelp in surprise for the
sudden movement. Her brush rolled over the notes scroll, the ink making a wide
arc under the words �merging energy,� and the pink-haired medic only could
curse inwardly at the situations the Gods�and her darling, and sometimes
incredibly frustrating man�seemed to love putting her in.

But that
didn�t lower her level of anger, and it showed.

�For the
last time, Itachi, lemme go!� she warned, already
figuring out that she would have to kick his shins for her fianc� to release
her long enough to make a run for it. But he always caught her; afterwards
proceeding to show her how truly dexterous he was in every field, no matter the
location�much to her embarrassment.

A little �shh� was heard from under the large table, and Sakura had
to bite her lip to keep a moan down. The slender finger was now under her dark
blue panties (a little something she had procured thanks to the prodding of two
very annoying girlfriends of hers, Tenten and Ino), rubbing her increasingly moist entrance.

She
reclined back, looking at a thoroughly amused fianc� of hers. �Why here?� she
whispered, blushing anew when she felt the tip of that finger circling her
bundle of nerves.

�Keep
quiet,� he commanded in a muted tone, as he tugged the lacy garment aside and
sealed his mouth to her sex. Sakura arched immediately in reaction, having half
a mind to extend her arms as if she was stretching, just in case someone was
watching her.

It didn�t
take long to push her over the edge though; Itachi was so attuned to her body
that he knew exactly what to do with his tongue to set her off. Flicking it
over her clit teasingly and stabbing her repeatedly with it inside her tight,
wet channel was so decadent for her that she only could cover her face with her
hands as she climaxed almost silently, with a long hiss.

When she
opened her eyes, she saw that blasted fianc� of hers leaning on the arch jamb,
licking his lips in a smug, almost impish manner, as if savoring the aftertaste
of her essence.

�Ah,
Sakura, I found you,� he said in his normal tone, as if he was greeting her,
raising a brow slightly at the broken brush she was still clutching in her hand.
�I trust you have made progress in that investigation of yours. Will you tell
me about it over tea, dear?�

A few
clansmen passed by, greeting the heir respectfully and politely nodding to his
wife-to-be as she managed to stand up from her chair, legs still shaking. That
damn man, she snarled inwardly, will pay for this little stunt! What if they
got caught? She wouldn�t be able to face the Elders ever again!

�Let us go
to the reading room, Sakura,� Itachi said airily, pulling her by the arm and steering
her to walk in front of him. She also noticed he was carrying all the books she
had been collecting for her investigation. �The light is poor in here; I do not
want you to strain your eyes.�

Between
some Uchiha ladies that murmured their gushing approval of Itachi being so
thoughtful of her, Kekkei Genkai
or not, they made their way towards another room�and the only one in the
library with a door�that she had always wanted to see, but it was the extremely
classified section of the clan�s secrets.

�Itachi��
she wanted to protest so badly, but he pulled firmly inside the section with
him, closing the door afterwards.

�Shh.�

Sakura
rolled her eyes in exasperation at his sudden shift of attitude. Sharingan eyes lit up, scanning the deserted section, only
to dump the dusty books on the farthest table and walk briskly back to her.

�Ita ��

�The door
has no lock,� he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her
to him, pushing his hips to let her know how hard he was for her.

�But we can
go back to your room, or to my place!� she murmured frenetically, trying to
slip from his grasp. Unfortunately for her, he wasn�t going to listen to her
reasoning.

�Too far,�
he said simply, lifting her and carrying her through the shelves until a little
secluded corner. �And I want you now.�

�Itachi ��

�Now, Sakura,� he whispered in her ear,
pressing her against the bookshelf in the far corner. �It has been too long
since our last rendezvous, don�t you think? And I must say that I very much approve
of your selection of undergarments, dearest wife,� he murmured as he slid the
panties down, baring her for his perusal. She was still wet for her earlier
release, her essence trailing down her thighs as he coaxed her to spread her
legs for him.

She started
to moan when he trailed his fingers on her thighs, but his talented mouth
descended over hers and swallowed her little cries. He was so ravenous, she
thought with wild exhilaration as she tasted herself on
his tongue and his hands hoisted her up again, until she wrapped her
legs around his lean hips.

There
wasn�t any form of warning, only the pressure of his shaft entering her
channel. Sakura clasped her legs around her lover as he continued to seat
himself into her, kissing her hard as he went and his hands digging on the lush
skin of her ass. Itachi shifted her, securing her body against the shelf. Once
he was satisfied, he started to slam into her in a deep, hard but slow pace,
much to her delight.

He wasn�t
allowing her to pull back from his hard kisses to breathe or moan; the place,
if a little secluded, was public enough for anyone to open the door, wander among
the shelves and find them in a rather intimate, scandalous position. It was a
risk he was very willing to take, because the mission had been too long, and
because that moron of a cousin he had just simply had to have some sort of wet
dream starring his fianc�e under his
watch.

Ah, of
course he knew about Shisui�s little hormonal problem with everything related
to Sakura. Thankfully he hadn�t acted upon his desires or he would gladly
commit murder on his own family member. He didn�t
care if Shisui masturbated to thoughts of his bride, for in the end, the
pink-haired medic was simply his.

And he
intended to brand her with his body for her to remember, always.

His thrusts
were deep and hard, jarring her body with each deep penetration. She was
panting how, breathing through her nose since he wasn�t freeing her mouth. He
could feel her growing slicker, wetter and rippling with his controlling,
overbearing behavior and enjoying herself a tad too much with his exquisite
motions.

She was
addictive, he had come to realize months ago. He had concluded she was to be only his, and by tying themselves together through the bonds of marriage he was definitely going
to accomplish it. But, as long as the parchment didn�t bear their names
together, he was going to bind himself to her through the most primal act.

Luckily,
they were quite acquainted with each other in that particular field of
expertise.

By the way
she was arching and her walls were spasming around his shaft, he knew she was
close. Itachi bit her lower lip, plunging his tongue in her mouth as his pace
sped up; he was enjoying dominating her completely and he knew she simply
adored it.

She had
always submitted to him, in any place he desired her to do so. There had been times in which she had tried to
rebel and deny him, only to find surrender soon enough. And those times made
their trysts all the more engaging and pleasurable, due to her anger, annoyance,
or worry turning into a passionate frenzy.

Or course,
she was absolutely his, and responded only to him.

Sakura was
almost at the edge, he felt her inner walls rippling and quivering in an
unconscious effort to push him to the brink as well. Itachi didn�t think in
fighting his instincts, so he decided to provoke her a little more.

�Look,� he
whispered next to her lips. �Look at me taking you,� he instructed, finally
releasing her mouth and thrusting into her to make her look down to where his
shaft was pistoning in and out of her. �Look at yourself
opening to me, receiving me.�

She moaned,
clenching her core in reflex, another rush of excitement running in her veins.
Her man wasn�t a master in social rhetoric and public speeches, but he
certainly knew how to set her on fire with a few, chosen words. He didn�t need
to be crass; he just needed to speak huskily in her ear to get her wet.

�Observe
how your core takes me in, Sakura,� he continued mercilessly. �So wet, so pliant and warm. Addictive and
exquisite.�

Her eyes
glazed with the onslaught of growled words, her gazed fixed on his sex penetrating hers in a steady, sinful motion.
It was mesmerizing, and absolutely devastating for her hormones.

Suddenly,
she threw her head back, thumping a few books. He knew she was close, so close,
and he knew she was going to scream his name to the world when she finally
came. Covering her mouth with his, she started to whimper with every thrust
until Itachi was swallowing what it would be loud moans of ecstasy.

With a
final, hard thrust, both of them grinded into each other as they reached a
joint climax. It had been a long time since they had been together, and this
release made their re-acquaintance even sweeter and memorable. He didn�t have
any qualms in branding her womb with his hot seed, as she spasmed around his
hard shaft, allowing herself to be filled with his essence.

It was good
that she was propped against the bookshelf and he was holding her, because she
was certain her legs weren�t going to support her weight anytime soon, Sakura
thought incoherently.

But he had
finally returned to her, to be with her, inside her, and for that she loved
Itachi all the more, his quiet but sometimes deviant and intense behavior
towards her was a secret she was happy to keep from the world.

�Did you
perform the contraceptive seal?� she murmured after a while, in which she
basked in the afterglow of such a wonderful orgasm and the steady sound of his
strong heart.

�I forgot.�

She opened
her eyes, finding him staring at her. �Uhm...that could be a problem, we�re not
married yet and I could get��

�Don�t
mind,� he said in a low tone. �I know your cycle, and I�m positive we�re safe
from conceiving right now.�

Sakura
rolled her eyes playfully. �Sometimes I truly think you keep the count better
than myself,� she teased, and let out a little moan
when he trailed his lips down her throat.

�I need to
know the right days when I can safely fill you up,� he whispered huskily,
smirking when he felt the sudden heat on her face.

�Itachi,
you are a hentai,� she accused with a mock frown as
they rearranged their clothes. �Who would have thought that you were so damn
deviant?�

�Give me
another chance to be inside you and I will show you deviant,� he shot back
shamelessly, Sharingan eyes glinting with dark
amusement as they shifted back to onyx.

Sakura
flushed furiously. �Itachi!�

�Ah, one
more thing, dear,� he spoke in his normal tone as they both heard the door
opening. �This scroll you just reviewed needs to be revised thoroughly, as it
depicts part of your investigation on seals.�

She only
could stare at him, as a few people filled the area and scattered around the
shelves. She simply couldn�t believe he had practically said he wanted more
sex!

Itachi
smirked, his hand reaching to the small of her back. �Come, Sakura. Let us
adjourn home to peruse your findings...in
great detail.�

Sakura
refrained from smacking her own forehead in frustration and embarrassment. She
only prayed that, after they married, his perverted ways calmed a little, or they
would have a brood of kids a few years down the road.

Damn that
man.

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- Tenna' ento lye omenta -

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AN: Ahahahaha! Pervert!Itachi makes me so happy.
Of course, Sakura is foreseeing her future life, because that horny man of hers
will not stop tapping her ass after they get hitched. XD

Again, many
thanks to my dearest beta, MelissaRose85 for her awesome beta work, and to you
guys for reading. 8D
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