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Innocence	By : Night_Being Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 10537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Warnings: ANGST, Fingering, M/F, Minor2, Rape, Work In Progress

If it wasn't for the solid wall behind her back, Sakura wouldn't be able to even stand properly. Her knees gave up the moment her jade eyes met with the crimson glare. She could feel the pressure of thousand questions rushing through her mind, but her voice was completely lost.
The room fell into deadly silence and as her heart was picking up the pace, she could only hear her own pulse bumping in her ears. It was torture! Emotions overwhelming her all over again. It was all so wrong, everything about him was misplaced. Her instinct screamed at her to run, to hide from this nightmare. And despite all that – somewhere deep inside – Sakura was happy, even though it was clear she shouldn't be.
Why was he here? How did he get pass the Konoha's guards? The thick stiffness of their surroundings was only a proof of another fact – there was no alarm. Itachi had gotten through half of the village and into her house without alerting a single ANBU. What this all meant? Did he come for her? Was he going to take her away? If she was to disappear from the village now, it would be no doubt what everyone would assume. And they wouldn't be that far from the truth anyway. If she was to leave now, there would be definitely no coming back. This would be the end.
After what seemed like forever, Itachi finally moved. Making several completely silent and deliberate steps towards her. She could feel her throat narrowing painfully and a hurtful itch stabbed her neck when she tried to swallow. As much as she wanted to say something – just anything – she couldn't. The fear of his sheer presence enveloped her quite effectively. With every other inch being erased between them she felt her body grow heavy and a bitter taste of suppressed tears burned in her eyes.
He came for her and he was going to take her away. Forever. She wasn't ready for this!
Before she knew it, Itachi was standing right in front of her, sheltering away even the small amount of light which steeped through the window. Moon was bright and before the tall dark figure ripped her of the view, Sakura had been able to see the outline of every piece of the furniture. Now she was held in the dark. And still… her mind was brightening up more than any time before his arrival.
Why did she have to realize the most important things when it was already too late? Why did she have to regret the things she should have done when she no longer had a choice to fix anything? All these weeks she couldn't understand why any of her friends could see the change she felt within herself. She was closed, because no-one sympathized with her. But how could her friends reach out for her, when she was only pushing them away? How could they see how much she had matured when all she showed them was a stubborn little girl who didn't want to talk about anything?
Why? Why did it have to clear up at the end? She wasn't doing anything. She was only waiting – expecting Itachi to go back and lead her further. It was wrong. It shouldn't be him. It should be her. And Naruto! Naruto was the one who was currently doing anything to safe Sasuke. And what was Sakura doing? Waiting for the brother who destroyed Sasuke's life.
They have been right. This whole time. Itachi was evil and Sakura was a traitor. Why was she only closing her eyes over that image? And was it his presence which just made her realize it? Or did she know it the whole time and was too scared to admit the horrible truth? Was all the pain she suppressed at the beginning an actual sign which was supposed to open her eyes?
She should have been doing something. She should have been trying! Just like everyone. She should have been learning how to say no, how to be strong. By now she would be able to say 'no' and show Itachi that he no longer had any power over her. The power which was so evident right now. As much as she hated herself for it, or how wrong his threatening presence was, she was unable to do anything about it, she was unable to send him away. The most terrifying thing about all this was the simple fact, that she was actually happy like this. It was easy. To sink in back into the addictive feeling of Itachi's closeness.
Then why it still felt like some tiny distant part of her was resisting? Was it the seed of hope that was planted within her by her friends or was it her own will that screamed at her to stop him, even though she knew she had no chance what-so-ever. Itachi was there, reaching towards her. His pale hand drifting through the air, prepared to claim her and drag her down. Sakura instinctively closed her eyes, not wanting to see the moment he would touch her.
Fingers moved pass her, ticking her skin with the softest breeze, and then the room went bright. Her initial thought was a jutsu, Sakura promptly opened her eyes, staring in the middle of Itachi's chest. She didn't have the guts to look into his face, it would kill her. She was consumed by horror of what she would find there.
"Sakura." His gentle voice had an effect of a whip and another hand raised up to her field of vision, deft fingers clutching a metal bracelet. The one she knew way too well. Itachi fell silent, standing statically like a marble sculpture.
She could feel cold sweat rushing down her spine, tremors making her knees give up. This was it. The final prove that this night would be the last, this few moments would be the final ones and then all her friends would have a reason to look at her through their fingers. It wouldn't be just a prejudice, it would be real and Sakura would never have the opportunity to explain, to show them otherwise. She was lost and she would still do it with no regret. For Sasuke. Or maybe for Itachi?
Her mind was going numb, tears absentmindedly trickling down her face. And then Itachi spoke again. "Put this on me."
She twitched and her breathing stopped for a while. "W-what?" Her voice was shocked and it sounded foreign to her. As if it wasn't even she who voiced that question. Even the occasional trembles of her lower lip perished as she held her breath awaiting Itachi's explanation.
"It will shield my chakra from everyone except you. Not even a Byakugan user will be able to detect my presence." Itachi elaborated softly, sounding as if it was the most natural outcome of this situation.
Yes. She remembered that bracelet and what it did, but why put it on Itachi? And he just stood there. It was infuriating how much patience one man could possess. Sakura's eyes began to bashfully drift up to his face. She hoped that there might be some kind of an answer to all this. She hesitated for several long seconds, afraid what sight she would be met with once she would fully look into the unknown expression. She knew Itachi was carefully studying her reactions. Was he amused by the timid show she was giving him?
As her gaze itched higher, she learned that the answer was probably no. The line of his mouth was straight, as always, lips relaxed and still. Not a twitch moved within them. The tired lines going down his cheeks caught her attention next. They seem longer than any time before. She followed one of them and finally end up looking straight in that hypnotizing blackness of his eyes – no Sharingan. Was it a good sign?
Sakura let one relieving sigh shiver through her lips. There might have been a mild frown in that handsome face, but it seemed different than any time before. She narrowed her eyes, diving deeper into the onyx orbs. It was as if some veil was lifted and Itachi decided to grant her a peek inside, or maybe he was simply tired. There was a lot of exhaustion almost dripping from his stance. But also something else.
Biting on her lip Sakura finally saw the entire picture right in front of her. There was nothing hostile on Itachi's behavior, it was all in her head. All this time while she was pushing the suspicions away, everything that was told to her by her friends about Itachi had been shoved into a secret corner of her mind, where it stealthily ate her up bit by bit. Sakura had no idea what she was supposed to believe anymore. She trusted Itachi but she was also used to trust her friends. Each party said a different story. She had to pick one side, she had to choose to whom she would believe more. Didn't she?
Wherever the truth was, one fact was clear as a day. Itachi didn't come for her, his intention wasn't to take her away, he came to her. Was something like that even possible? The frown she had mistaken for anger many times before was actually just a trace of worry. Shadow of an unknown dismay and pain that was hidden somewhere inside his soul. It wasn't his fault that the aura around him was dark and volatile at times, it was his burden. It was what he carried within himself, but probably not so willingly after all.
Flash of annoyance flickered in Itachi's eyes. "Sakura? The bracelet." He reminded her gently. Maybe not as patient as she had thought.
"Oh… sure." Sakura nodded absentmindedly and took the cold circle carefully. Her movements were slow and distracted. It felt as if it even wasn't her who was putting the hard material around Itachi's wrist. But then - only after few seconds - a quiet click indicated that she had finished. Itachi in front of her appeared to come to life, she didn't even notice how tense he had held the posture until it was gone. His shoulders eased and dropped a tiny bit.
Sakura cast down her gaze. She was stuck in this moment, with no idea what might happen tomorrow or even the next minute. She was drowning in uncertainty again and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. The kitchen light illuminated everything, causing her to be under a spot light more intense than a stare of a crimson Sharingan eyes. She peeked to the side. Itachi's hand was propped against the wall, right between her shoulder and the switch. Would she touch him if she made an attempt to it turn off?
A movement in front of her made her head snap back towards Itachi. He was leaning closer, slowly, with his other hand prepared to cup her cheek. Sakura panicked. This wasn't right! Her head fell down, hair still wet from the shower hang loosely along her face. She wouldn't say anything, but the gesture seemed decided enough. He didn't buy it.
The movement continued, Itachi lips missed the offered top of bright pink hair and descended towards her ear. The hand landed on Sakura's shoulder. A first touch in many weeks. Her skin was as smooth as he remembered it. But the state he found her in troubled him. Itachi realized that even though he correctly assumed Sakura would not be put through any kind of rough interrogation, he forgot to count in those endless mind games Konoha elders enjoyed to play on their ninja. Was it them? Or was it someone else who stained her pure soul with doubt and disarray. He was certain that she would be alright and safe in here. That she might even welcome him with a smile. He was probably naïve.
Itachi sighed heavily and let his forehead rest on the wall behind her, locking her between the solid wood and his body. She radiated warmth he could never resist. The palm on her shoulder moved and thumb brushed over Sakura's collar bone. He felt her shiver under that feather caress.
It took longer than before, her fear standing in the way, but she still reacted exactly the way he was used to. She would still give in eventually, she still trusted him. He just needed to shatter the barrier which had been raised inside her. It wasn't her own, it was fragile, foreign. And it wasn't supposed to be there. She should be able to form an opinion of her own. He simply wished to open her eyes for he needed to be sure their connection has not weakened. To show her that he was no longer the man who might pose a threat to her. It was unlike the circumstances under which they met for the first time.
Itachi let his voice flutter down into her ear. "It was so long, Sakura," he whispered, moving his other hand to place it on the other shoulder before continuing. "Let me have you. I need to feel you again."
She gasped softly, sealing her eyelids. The hands on her shoulders shifted, thumbs grazed up her neck and fingers buried themselves into the damp hair above her nape. A kiss landed at the top of her head and Itachi subtly forced her to raise her face up to look at him. She compiled with the movement, but never opened her eyes. Though it didn't seem to discourage him. Another gentle peck was pressed onto her forehead. He trailed his lips over the side of her face, leaving soft kisses and evoking pleasant tingling in her belly.
Gentle sigh fell of her lips and her hands twitched when Itachi stopped at the corner of her mouth. But instead of a kiss he moved away.
She finally opened her eyes – mildly confused; then frowned, realizing she wished for him to continue. Itachi smiled softly, just the way only he could. He kept gazing right back at her, it was no longer a surprise that she melted under the effect of his gaze nor it was unpleasant and Sakura held that onyx stare without hesitation. It was all exactly like she wanted to remember it. Kind and gentle. Every previous doubt about loving the man was gone.
She felt all the stress gradually falling off her shoulders, the obstacles which had settled between them were slowly peeling away. Every caress, every touch. She soon found herself relaxed and responding to Itachi's coaxing gestures. His hands petted down, he lined her sides and rested his palms on her hipbones. Sakura tapped his forearms, wrapping her lean fingers around the strong muscles.
She pushed herself off of the wall. "W-why are you here, Itachi?" The displeased frown changed into questioning one.
"Because…" he said simply. Of course he wasn't going to say anything more. She should have known better. Yet she had asked nevertheless.
Sakura inhaled, prepared to throw back an unhappy comment, but was pushed back into the wall by Itachi's hands. "I – ah." Butterflies ruffled inside her abdomen. She really missed this dominant gestures so much. The fashion in which he could take control over her. It was messing with her head in the sweetest way. "I-I don't w-want it like this," she whispered weakly, just for the sake of saying something. But the protest was feeble, not even Sakura believed to what had been said. She squeezed his forearms and closed her eyes, blushing.
"Sakura," Itachi growled quietly. Hidden threat buried inside his tone. It sounded more as if he simply wanted to catch her attention. To make her listen to his next words, because for some reason they were going to be important. "Let me make love to you." It was a plea, order and a query – all in one sentence. She could never prepare herself for this, even if she already saw it coming.
It wasn't that strange that he chose to breach the wall of confusion with physical contact though. This was how they worked, anyway. This was how their connection had formed in the first place. It wasn't the best option to begin with, and Itachi would try to change it if he could take back the time. But now it was already too late to fix something that didn't really need to be fixed in the first place. It wasn't completely right, but it wasn't totally wrong either. Nobody can choose who they fall in love with and sometimes love comes in the most unpredictable form. Because that was what they were, right? Two people in love, even though neither of them knew about the feelings of the other.
Sakura stood, floored. Never in her life would she be able to connect the dots between Itachi's choice of words and his actual feelings. The sheer fact that he might indeed love her went entirely unnoticed. She knew she had something which dragged him towards her, but for now she settle with it being just something.
As she continued watching him in her stunned awe, she slowly realized that he seemed to be waiting. It was only right that he would never proceed if she wouldn't express herself. He needed to have a consent of some sort. Of course. A permission to make sure that if he was going to continue with anything he had in mind, he wouldn't be going against her will. Although she found herself physically unable to form any meaningful words, she managed to reach to her side and press her fingers against the switch. Lights went off. It felt safer like this. With Itachi hidden in the shadow. The bright moment he needed her to see into his face was gone and she was fully prepared to give herself to him once again.
Itachi appeared to get the hint and bent down to join their lips in a tender kiss. He pressed her hips firmly into the wall and Sakura responded with wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. The previous tension was gone. Their shinobi lives would be put aside for now. The reason Itachi was here, the questions which still needed to be answered would be forgotten. It would be them and nothing else. Just like before.
Sakura vaguely felt his hands moving, the long mind-blowing kiss distracting her quite effectively. The next thing she knew was her body drifting through the air, legs hanging down as Itachi picked her up – bridal style. He parted the kiss, only to look deep into the shivering jade freshness of her eyes. Everything was happening in tensed silence, even his steps were completely inaudible. Only a rustle of cloth here and there, and then a creek of a door. It wasn't such a surprise that he was already familiar with the door which would lead them into the bedroom. He had been there before and he wasn't stupid either. Her apartment was tiny anyway.
She felt as if it was at least few months from the moment he had unexpectedly appeared inside her living room and yet it was only few flimsy minutes. Few minutes of turmoil which he managed to solve with only few words. How easy.
Itachi placed her on the unmade bed, palming her cheeks and joining their lips in a soft kiss before he straightened and unbuttoned the Akatsuki cloak. Funny. She didn't even realize he had it on, the red cloud going completely unnoticed. The heavy fabric pooled on the floor and Itachi continued with his shirt. It followed the cloak in an instant, revealing the toned chest she so much liked to look at. Deft fingers grabbed the thread around the upper hem of his pants, but he halted there and never pulled on it.
Her eyes snapped up into his face in an embarrassing realization, he was observing her intensely, the curious onyx making her blush. She knew it was her turn and he was probably going to watch the show just as she did up to this moment. Sakura promptly shifted on the bed, sitting on her calves. She bit on her lip. Her hands shook a little, this would be the second time she would be undressing for him. Only now he would be able to see everything, even in the dim light of her bedroom she still felt as if he could see every detail of her skin. It made her heart beat so much faster. The thin cloth of her tank top was squeezed painfully and then dragged over her head in one quick motion. She still held it in her hands, but her bare chest was now exposed and heaving up and down shakily.
She sealed her lids and bit on her lower lip, trying to make the rigidness in her lungs go away. Another weight settled on the mattress and a pale hand tapped her shoulder. Sakura opened her eyes, seeing Itachi as he was shifting into the same position she had. A kiss landed on her lips and the top was secretly pulled out of her grasp. It ended on the same pile of clothes as Itachi's shirt and cloak. After he moved away from the kiss, she found out that the rest of his attire was gone as well.
Swallowing hard Sakura averted her gaze. This was silly. How come she was still being so shy?
With look tied upon her hands resting nervously on her knees, she observed as her wrists were softly taken by two large palms. She was mildly puzzled for a while, not knowing what Itachi was going for with that gesture, then he guided her to reach for him. Sakura gladly compiled and let her hands be placed on his shoulders. Shivering jade eyes met the serene onyx orbs. He was studying her face cautiously, tracking her reactions with precise perfection. The piercing effect of his eyes made her body falter and pause. He still appeared to know her way too well for comfort.
Touch on her waist eventually woke her up from the short hesitation. While Itachi was gently pulling her closer, Sakura hungrily wrapped her arms around his neck and straddled above his lap. She pressed her naked chest into Itachi's broad one, feeling the warm that heated her sweetly. She hid herself into him, soaking in his presence. She let him know her, discover even the most secret place of her body and soul.
To join their lips in a kiss would be so easy now, with how close they sat in the stillness of her room. But she did none of that, she just remained in her spot, boring her pure green pools into the softened features of Itachi's face. Although the same, he seemed different as well. The palms soothing her back moved slowly, with patience unusual even for the calm Uchiha.
Itachi was giving her time. All the time in the world to make her first move. And so she did. Descending down towards those skilled lips she went for a kiss. One of many that were bound to happen this night. Their mouths melted in the most pleasurable manner, tenderly massaging each other in what could quickly become a bruising kiss if only more pressure would be applied.
The caresses of Itachi's hands on her back quickened a tiny bit. The movement becoming deliberate and teasing. Fingers slid down her spine with the exact amount of strength that would make her arch more into the chiseled torso. Sakura shivered and sighed softly into the kiss. Tingles rippling from inside her abdomen as Itachi repeated the action few times. Every time making her hips sway mildly and her core brush against the growing shaft sandwiched between his navel and her heated flesh.
The air around them got heavy with lust. Every soft touch betraying the intentions as the arousal pushed down on them, making even the slowest and most careful of strokes dripping with desire. The bedroom was soon filled with whispers of skin sliding against skin, choked whimpers of Sakura's soft voice and subtle rumbles buried in Itachi's chest. He was driving her crazy. His hand now firmly but warily groped her hips and urged her movements. Making her center grind into the thick length provocatively narrowed between her spread legs. The cloth of her panties was long soaked. If it wasn't for the fabric parting them, she would let herself fall onto him and force her walls to swallow that certain part of his body which symbolized the unity of their minds and perfected the unity of their bodies.
She couldn't sense even a taste of demand from Itachi's actions. As if his every other deed was done with either a manipulative purpose or a wish to prove himself. She expected for him to crack eventually, to sprawl her on the mattress and claim her passionately. But he never would.
All those weeks Sakura lived in fear of Itachi coming back and bringing a turmoil of disaster with him. Her thoughts shaped by people from her village made the Uchiha a criminal he was regarded to be. It seemed so normal to put a label of villain at him. To mark him in the same way as her friends. But this too-good-to-be-true moment was disproving everything she was influenced to believe.
It could be the art of control he possessed or the fact that her feelings for him probably clouded her judgment. Deep down Sakura sensed that the illusion of comfort that enveloped them couldn't last forever. But if she was sure of something it was that Itachi was drowning in the warm syrupy substance of blissful pleasure in the same manner as she was.
The kisses greedy and yet tender, touches long, gentle with an undertone of wanting more, sighs earnest and heartfelt. The air was hot and the buildup dragged on and on until it wasn't only Sakura who was shuddering with need, but Itachi as well. And when he eventually did place her back down on the mattress it was done with care and the connection of their lips was never broken.
Sakura was writhing with desire, her skin hot and damp. Itachi above her was panting heavily, gasping for more air in the short pauses between the shallow kisses which were stealing the oxygen from their lungs. She could feel her head spin when the last barrier was erased and he finally began to fill her up. Up to the hilt. She arched into his chest, moaning softly as if in relief. Itachi latched his lips on her collarbone, but his teeth stayed unused. There would be no mark she would have to hide from the world.
He began to move slowly. The maddening tingling in her core made her inner walls spasm with the need for more. But there would be no more. The pleasure would continue to rise slowly, softly. Itachi would make them balance on the edge for as long as he could handle. Prolonged and measured plunges and after each and every one of them Sakura would cry for more. Those calls would never meet the space around them. With Itachi's lips pressed against her own he swallowed every sound she tried to produce. It was suffocating and beautiful. It was gentle and yet so intense as if the delicacy itself was tearing them apart.
She wanted to finally fall off the edge, the burning sensation reaching somewhere behind her comprehension. The friction sharply perceived, she felt every inch sliding in and out of her. She wanted it to end and yet she would give her life for this moment to go on forever. She was in heaven. And Itachi continued to make love to her. Endlessly.

Sakura woke up with unpleasant shock. Brows growing closer with confusion. She yet had to open her eyes, but she could already sense something was wrong. First thing she recalled was the orgasm, the high so strong she blissfully fell asleep only several seconds after. With another body pressed tightly to her own. Itachi. But where was the warmth now?
Upon that realization, she remembered the impact which woke her up from her slumber in the first place. It was her pillow, or so she thought, moving violently and then going away from her. Only it wasn't a pillow, but Itachi's chest. The soft rise and falls of that chest waddled her to sleep, the steady rhythm of his heart sang her a beautiful lullaby. She had no idea how long ago it was, but now it was gone. Her hand began to blindly pet along her side, the sheet was still warm, but empty.
There was a hurtful itch in her chest when she sat up. He wouldn't leave her, would he? She rubbed her eyes with her fists and then looked around the dim room. Almost a sunrise. The morning was coming. Wheatears, pipits and other singing creatures already awake and chirping on Konoha roofs. All of a sudden the happy sound of birds was invaded by an unhealthy choking and coughing.
Sakura's senses fired up. Without thinking further she stormed out of her bed. Not really knowing anything about what was happening, she reached for her bath robe casually hanged over a chair. Fool's luck she had left it there who knows how long ago. Her bare feet scurried over the wooden floor. She followed after the strangled sounds instinctively. Worry and fear rushing through her veins and tightening a knot around her heart.
The door into her bathroom were opened. She rushed in. "Itachi!" She slapped her hand against the place on the wall where she knew the light switch was embedded. The room went bright and Sakura froze for merely few seconds. Blood. Skin. Naked body crouched on the floor, helplessly hugging the toilet. So much blood.
Her medic mode fought ruthlessly with the dread of seeing the ever composed and mighty Uchiha throwing up blood into her toilet. Muscles clenching and hair getting in the way. He had probably took down the band which tied them during the night. Four long marches and she was next to him, grasping his hair gently and holding them when his weak hands couldn't do anything more than grope the cold white ceramics.
Several seconds and few empty chokes and he went still. Lifelessly staring into the mess he made. It seemed the sudden illness surprised him during the night and he didn't manage to get inside the bathroom soon enough. The red stained the tiles, it shined against the pure clean surface. Sakura found herself just staring down on Itachi's back, his creamy skin covered with cold sweat. The most vulnerable position a shinobi could be found in.
She sighed softly. "Why are you here… really?" she asked weakly, mortified of what he would tell her. But Itachi remained silent. Too tired, or maybe ashamed. Sakura let down his hair and seated herself on the cold floor next to him. Not a care was spared to the crimson filth soaking her flowery bathrobe. Itachi raised his gaze towards her, he didn't seem embarrassed by the situation, more like he was simply sorry.
She was so worried about him. This wasn't normal. But she was scared to use her healing chakra to explore the damage. What would be there? What she would find?
Her voice was shaking with suppressed tears. The beauty of their lovemaking was long gone. This was the cruel reality and also probably the unwanted answer to all her questions. "You're impossible, Itachi. If you needed me to help you, you should have told me!" she said brokenly. She didn't expect him to explain anything, but he should know better. There was no need for explanation. She would help him even without that. "If you wanted me to heal you, you could just ask!"
"Would you?" was the only quiet sentence. Silent plea as if he wasn't sure she would actually do it.
"Of course I would!" Sakura answered promptly, hurt only by the image of Itachi doubting her. But he had his reasons, she could understand that. She didn't exactly welcome him with a bright smile.
He cast down his gaze, resigned. It would be all she got from him for this moment and it would have to be enough. Only it wasn't. "To hell with you! Why didn't you tell me right away? Is this why you're here? Because you're ill? Damn it! Talk to me!"
She reached for his shoulder, squeezing the weakened muscles with the need for answer. He wouldn't do that though. He wouldn't say anything. And at that moment she wouldn't pursue for more. The frail state of his body floored her quite successfully. Itachi seemed exhausted even behind the limits of his own powers. So she shut up. Swallowing the burn in her chest. There would be no tears, not in front of him. Not anymore. Her face went dead. It was something she learned during the weeks he was gone. To lock her rage away.
"You need to take a shower and rest. Let's go."
Sakura helped him stand up. Itachi obeyed and cooperated, but for the next many long hours, he would remain silent. Only the look full of gratitude would be a sign of how he felt. And Sakura would try to escape it even more. Unsure of what to think about all this. Maybe later… when she would find the strength to dig the answers out of him. For now she had no other choice but to be strong.

A/N:
I know it was a long time. I'm sorry. I had some stuff I had to do. I promise I try not to disappear like that again.
Now... well, I can only hope you're happy with the chapter for which you've all waited for so long. I promise all the needed explanations will come in time. Just not right away. It would be no fun for me if I just placed everything there for you on a silver platter. :D
I was very touched by all the beautiful reviews you left me for the last chapter. It really means a world to me! :) Anyway... I'll go take a small break now and then hopefully the next chapter will appear sooner. You can review in the meantime and tell me if you're happy with the progress or not. Though I sincerely hope you are. :)
For NTheRuf : I have sent you a PM on a different site, I'm not sure if you actually read it, but if you didn't send me an e-mail. I'd like to thank you for your very nice review personally. :) Or hell... you can even find the link to my fcb here on my adult ff profile. :D Whichever you prefer.
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