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Sweet Thing	By : Clutterbilly67 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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We entered the wooden doors and an extraordinary amount of smells hit my nose. It was wonderful. The scent of buttered garlic bread, pasta, fresh greens all wafted through the air, creating delicious smells through the whole of the restaurant. And it was Italian, one of my favorite foods. I stuck close to Itachi, not caring in the least how close I was to him. For me the closer the better. He didn't seem to mind, either. The waiter eyed us, but focused more of his attention on Itachi like so many do. Thankfully he didn't try flirting like I knew he wanted to. Who wouldn't want to when it came to Itachi?
The waiter led us to a secluded little corner in the back where it was dimly lit with soft candlelight and not the harsh light of florescent lights. He sat us down and I found another light that Itachi looked wonderful in. The glow of the candle bounced off his face, showcasing his features beautifully and making his hair take on a whole other look.
"What are you staring at?" Itachi asked with a sly smile. My heart literally skipped a beat when hit with it. He's smiling a whole lot more now. It's hard to believe just a while ago he would only smirk at something I did. Now it's a whole new playing field.
I picked up my menu and pretended to go over the selection of food. I put it down and looked at Itachi. "Did you say something?" I asked innocently, but I started to feel a little lightheaded. I attributed it to the fact that I was with Itachi.
Itachi eyed me and his smile stayed in place to my great relief. I feel more at ease teasing him now and fooling around. Why can't spring break last forever? "I know you were staring at me whether you want to admit or now."
"If you say so." I casually looked around the restaurant. I couldn't see too much of anyone else, which I was grateful for, because that meant they couldn't see us. But why did we come out to eat anyway? There's plenty of food at home. At least I think there is. Unless Sasori got into it we should be fine. And my parents are coming back any time soon. I froze in mid motion to actually pick up my menu. I couldn't for the life of me remember when my parents are supposed to come home. They wouldn't mind my having a friend over. Actually, I think they would be relieved that I hung out with someone other than Sasori. But what if they come in while Itachi and I are doing something that wouldn't qualify us being more than friends? I shook my head. That wouldn't happen even though I want to jump Itachi most of the time…okay scratch that, all the time. I said I didn't want to do anything until I knew what his feelings were. Whatever made me think I should do that? But it's the right thing to do.
I held my menu, but I couldn't comprehend the words that were right in front of my face. The thought of my parents coming home put me a little on edge because when they came home that would signal the end of spring break and then everything would go back to the way it was. That meant Itachi wouldn't be me with all day and night. A lump formed in the pit of my stomach, making me lose the appetite I had. The wonderful smells weren't so wonderful anymore and the thought that we had to go back to school and return to be tutor and student didn't make me feel well. I didn't know if Itachi would revert back to the person he was before. Cold and distant. Now there's no one around us so he can act how he wants, but I don't know what will happen when we are faced with the world again and not our own world that only contains us.
"Deidara, what do you want to order?" Itachi's voice washed over me calming my fears, smothering them with his smooth voice. It made me feel relaxed. I drop my menu on the table and my fingers were sore. I didn't realize I had been holding it so tight. "We'll need another minute." Itachi murmured to the waiter, he gave a slight bow and went to check on a table next to us while Itachi had all his focus on me. He studied me like he used when we were first introduced as tutor and student.
I felt exposed under the searching gaze. The lump in my stomach dissipated, but not fast enough. "What's wrong? You don't look well," Itachi said and reached across the table and felt my forehead. "Deidara, you're burning up!" That might account for me not feeling too well.
I batted the hand away like it was nothing, but the motion caused the room around me to spin. "I'm fine," I said through clenched teeth. I held on to the table to ground me to the world, the spinning didn't cease.
"No you're not. Why didn't you tell me? Only you would catch a cold in spring!" I wanted to protest, but my world was becoming a mix of swirls and a headache or something more like a migraine was coming on.
"I'm not sick. Who gets sick in the spring?" I countered, but all I got was the rolling of Itachi's eyes and him getting up from his seat. He helped me and leaned me against his shoulder. He kept one arm firmly around my waist and made sure I was fine. I would have enjoyed it more if I could have, but my cold didn't give me the chance. Before I knew it I was in my own bed with a washcloth on my head and Itachi by my side with a bowl of soup. To be honest I don't even remember stepping out of the restaurant. One minute we were there, then the next I was in my bed with nothing on but my boxers and under the covers. I flushed at the thought of Itachi stripping me off my sweaty and sticky clothes that got sweaty and sticky because of something else all together.
Itachi set a tray on my lap when he noticed my eyes were open. My room was a little blurry from me just waking up. Itachi did come in clear picture though, his hand was on my forehead again and he gently put his forehead on mine when he had the tray in place. "Don't make me worry like that," he whispered softly. I could swear he pressed his lips to my head when he pulled away, but I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or real. "Your fever has gone down, but next time you don't feel well you have to tell me, okay?"
I nodded my head, the motion causing me to feel dizzy. I put my hand up to my head to steady the world once again. "I will. No worries there. I don't like feeling like this." I stared at Itachi for a few seconds, my mind barely processing the fact that he admitted that he was worried about me without any kind of coaxing or anything. Suddenly, my fever and cold didn't feel too bad anymore. I sat up and propped myself against the headboard. I scooted the tray closer to me and ate like a ravenous animal. Itachi watched me like a hawk, making sure I finished everything. His eyes were bright with laughter at how fast I was eating.
"You don't have to eat so fast. The food isn't going to go anywhere," Itachi said, sitting on the edge of the bed. When I finished everything, he took the tray away and came with medicine, which made me cringe. My nose scrunched when he opened the cap and put some in the little plastic cup that came with it. Itachi handed it to me, but I turned my head away when it came closer. "Don't make me force-feed you," he warned.
"But it's nasty!" I protested. It didn't matter to me that I sounded like a five year old. I can't help it! Who wants to take cold medicine anyway? Itachi glared daggers at me; I relented not wanting to make a big thing out of it. He smirked as I handed him the little cup with my tongue out trying to get the horrid taste out of my mouth.
"Now that's better." He took the medicine back to kitchen and came back and sat on the bed. I continued to sit up. My eyes wandered over my walls, making indistinct patterns with the little bumps and grooves on them.
When Itachi settled himself closer to me, I asked the question that burned my tongue since he said he was worried about me. I gripped the covers around me and felt sweat slide down the back of my neck. "You were really worried about me?" I asked, becoming aware once again that I wasn't wearing anything. Now is not the time to remember that I'm in boxers. Luckily, the world didn't move every time I shook my head. I shook my head to clear it of all thoughts and concentrated on Itachi. His fingers drew circles on the bed while he contemplated his answer. His eyes met mine and he stared at me intensely, my skin on fire, and it wasn't because of the fever.
"Of course. Do you even have to ask?" he asked, shifting on the bed, bringing himself closer to me.
"I just wanted to know," I said captivated by the lips closing in on mine. I let out a whimper when said lips pulled away. Itachi's warm breathe danced across my skin as I waited for something to happen. He cupped my face with warm, strong hands.
"Apparently, I have to say this out loud or you'll never understand." My breath caught in my throat and my heart nearly shattered my rib cage. I felt completely dizzy with the new information and my brain chose that moment to shut off. "Obviously showing hasn't quite worked." Itachi took a deep breath and made sure I was looking him right in the eye. "I like you, Deidara." My eyes widened with surprise. The covers in my grasped twisted more and were wet from my sweat. "It really shouldn't come as such a great surprise," he whispered against my lips as he kissed me long and slow. All thoughts flew out the window before I remembered my cold. Reluctantly I pushed against Itachi's shoulders.
"You'll get sick, too," I said in a low voice, my throat raw with emotion. I can't believe he said it. My heart was still racing and blood pounded in my ears.
"Don't worry, I don't get sick," Itachi said as he slowly peeled off his clothes. It was like my own personal show that made me furious that I was sick. Damn this cold to hell! "Now let's get you better so later on I can show you just how much I like you." Itachi lifted the covers and crawled in with me. He turned out the light and pulled me against his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me. I fell asleep instantly.
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