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Innocence	By : Night_Being Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 10533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 7
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- 9
Warnings: ANGST, Fingering, M/F, Minor2, Rape, Work In Progress

She gasped. Everything in her screamed to run, but her muscles stiffened. She lied! And he knew! She had broken the rules and he would punish her. But how? When? Was he going to do it right now? It didn't seem like it. He was just sitting there, with that almost invisible evil smirk. She hated how he was looking at her, through her. Her heart was racing, pumping violently in her chest. Sakura felt her hands sweating and then almost going numb.
It took everything to rise one arm so she could prop it onto the door frame. But she would probably fell, if she didn't do something about her balance. Damn it! Is he going to just sit there for the rest of the night and torture her with that dark stare? Minutes passed.
It took too long. She couldn't stand it anymore, but her body was frozen. She needed some push, something to make her burst into action. A single twitch of his finger could probably be enough and she would be running for her life. Only if he was planning to do that, which he obviously wasn't.
Move Sakura! MOVE! High pitch noise resonated in her mind and made her head hurt.
"As you wish then," he nodded calmly and her body instinctively twitched. But then his words finally reached her distracted brain. Once again, she let that short sentence ring in her ears. It sounded innocent, no mockery, no teasing. Only a plain sentence, agreeing with her decision.
Did he believe her? Was he playing her? Or neither? Or both?
She should say something. Anything. Her sight drifted down to her feet. A pile of food and sharp fragments of something that used to be plate lied there. Provoking and reminding her of the agony she felt only a few minutes ago.
"Leave it," he uttered and slowly stood up from the ground.
She hastily returned her eyes in his direction. Cautiously studying his every move. Then she noticed her feet finally coming back to life and she made one step back, crossed the threshold and stiffened when realizing that she was now in the dark hall. Long blackness of the raw space crept behind her and she felt the pressure of the emptiness pushing her towards the brightly lit dining room.
"Good night, Sakura." He stood still and watched her slowly retreat. But since his figure straightened, he didn't leave his spot above the table.
She probably should respond at least a little. But her mind was reeling in a helpless effort to grasp what was happening. Her lips parted, but no voice came out, so she shut them. It was stupid, she looked stupid. Like a fish without water. Sakura frowned and tried again. She breathed in. "… night." Although the first word disappeared in her narrowing throat she felt a little cheery sparkle from the tiny achievement.
Making two additional steps back she slowly turned towards the shady hall. Her pace was rising and by the time she reached the last room, she was almost running. Promptly stopping her feet, she slid the door open and jumped in, then shut them and leaned on the soft wood still warm from the freshly set sun. Letting a long sigh leave her lungs, she pushed all the pressure away.
However, this wasn't over, was it?
…to pay you a visit tonight? His question still echoed in her head and she had to seal her lids, only to get his face away from her memory. A ghost of his touches tickled over her skin and she immediately slapped her neck, clearly recalling the exact spots his lips traveled during the cruise. Everything about his previous actions made her want to squeal and she wished for nothing else than to chase away the fire in her lower belly.
There was no question about the waves of tremor striking through her flesh, but she also couldn't deny that her annoying dark part shook with excitement only from the image of his palm snoozing between her breasts. Familiar irritation clouding her judgment made Sakura clench her fists. Alright, so she longed him! There was no point in trying to deny that, but it also didn't mean that she was going to act like a reckless idiot and let him have his ways with her. It was wrong! So wrong! Oh god… so wrong…
Her head leaned back and thumped into the wood at the same time a silent moan escaped her lips. This would be so much easier if he wasn't acting so nicely and politely. Well, not all the time. But most of the time. If he just needed her for something foul, if he had never kissed her. If he left his hot tongue behind his teeth and be the villain he was supposed to be. It was scary how quickly he was able to crush her courage. How easily he could make her body shudder. With only a single touch.
Touch.
Sakura bit her lower lip and hesitantly slid the hand still resting over her nape down to her neckline. A shadow of the memory of the night she lost her innocence flashed through and stroke her core like a lightning. But it wasn't the same. Her fingers weren't the same as his. She wasn't able to simulate the caressing of his palm on her skin. Hopelessly realizing that she didn't know how to bring her body the same pleasure Itachi did, she let her arms hang loose.
Excitement was replaced by anger. She seriously needed to calm her hormones. This was twisted. She acted just like he wanted her to. He was just playing her! Using her!
"Jerk!" she spat, needing to release some of the pressure.
Promptly pushing her body away from the wall, she finally lit up the room. A nice shower and some clean clothes would surely do the job. Already in suspicion that he prepared this room especially for her, she marched over to the single wardrobe and slid its door open. Pink, blue, bright green. One yukata after another, then a few white bathrobes and two black cloaks, everything hang there, ready to choose from. She opened the other half of the closet and a set of simple ivory shirts and sleeping pants in the same color caught her attention. That was just what she needed. Grabbing one of each, she marched towards the door she suspected to join her bedroom to the bathroom. Checked twice if they were locked properly and then undressed, stepped into the shower and let a stream of hot water massage her back. A bottle of shampoo was already waiting on the small wooden shelf in the corner. She took it and carefully studied the cover. Lilac Blossom.
Sakura smiled sadly. She always liked the fresh smell of those tiny purple flowers. The small bathroom was quickly filled with pure aroma of spring blooms and the pink haired girl let her senses be waddled by the relaxing fragrance. Although never letting her guard down, she washed her body and then dried it with one of the light yellow towels hanging near. Put on her pajama and brushed her teeth. Itachi was thoughtful, he obviously prepared everything, including a comb. But how could she be surprised? She wasn't the one with prefect velvet hair here.
Checking her mirror image in the steamy mirror, she frowned. Wiped away some of the water and studied her face once more. Brief glint of disappointment tickled her stomach. She always expected to look more mature after losing her virginity. But her appearance was still the same. Maybe, she would have to wait until it would be with the right man! Yes… that was it! Itachi wasn't The One after all. He was a mistake.
Sakura bit on her lower lip. How long it was since she saw Sasuke? Too long probably, and she still missed him. So much! If he just didn't leave Konoha more than two years ago. Maybe everything would be different. But what was her life now? She could hardly grasp the last memories of her village. She may look the same, but inside she felt… trapped.
Everything around and within was changing, forming and heading in completely different direction than she had planned. And if she wasn't going to die in the near future, she was probably going to head back to her village. But how is she going to continue her life there? She couldn't even recall the last mission she was on, the last meal she had at home, the last person she spoke to in the hospital nor the color of the sheets in her own bed. Being on this crazy adventure with Itachi filled her with emotions so strong and mixed, she couldn't even name them.
Sakura pressed her lips together, forming a narrow line. Suppressing the dull pressure in her chest once again. Be strong! Don't submit to that fear! Filling her lungs with a large amount of heavy air from the bathroom, she calmed her trembling limbs and made her way back to the bedroom.
A rather large futon expected her silently on the wooden floor. Spread wide with its white sheets and two huge cushy pillows. Although not really willingly, she turned off the lights and lied her body among the fresh clothing. Everything around smelled great. Washed and clean. Yet, she didn't feel tired. Relaxing her muscles, she let her chakra flow through her veins and continued the healing process she started on the ship. Gradually exhausting her body Sakura drifted into the world of dreams.
...
It wasn't the first time she was here. Was it? That place looked so familiar. Bright light hit her eyes and she tilted her head away, realizing that she has been lying on her back the whole time. Something moved next to her and then a curtain of black silk covered her sight. What was it? Who was it? Sparkles hit her knee and continued up between her thighs. She gasped in surprise, trying to catch the face hovering above her. A warm kiss. She arched and gave those soft lips wandering over her body more space.
"Itachi…" A moan escaped her throat and a pair of teeth teased her sensitive neck in reward. How did she know it was him? A light touch brushed over her center.
...
She woke up with a twitch. A wave of arousal hit her before she realized that it was just a dream. Staring with eyes wide open into the dark, she heard her deep breaths pushing their way through her lips. She buried her head into the pillow and choked a desperate moan. Her abdomen muscles tensed and sent another shiver through her hot flesh. What is wrong with you?
She bit on her clenched fist and slowly relaxed. She had a few erotic dreams before. But they were different, always blurry and confused. Not like this one. She could still feel the tingling sensation of Itachi's lips nibbling on her skin. Sakura rolled her body in frustration while looking a new position for better sleep. Then finally found one, lying partly on her side and partly on her stomach she snuggled into the colder side of the pillow and propped her figure with one bent leg while the other remained straight. She fell into a restless sleep.
Same position. Same heat between her thighs.
Damn it! Another dream?
Something agonizingly gentle slipped under her shirt and she instinctively arched her spine. Pads of warm fingers delicately caressed the skin on the back of her ribcage. A sleepy moan slithered between her lips. Reacting to the tingling thrill wandering through her. Where was she? Who was there behind her? A hand shamelessly roamed over her body. Up and then down along her side, fingers straying over the curve above her hip bone and then buried themselves wantonly under her pajama pants.
A deep whisper. "I can't sleep."
Hotness claimed her ear when an oddly familiar serene voice with a hungry undertone blew around her flesh. A set of lips landed on the back of her nape. She slowly came to her senses, still unable to grasp what was going on. Someone's palm roamed mildly on her leg. Then another body, much bigger than hers, pressed itself from behind. This wasn't a dream, but it felt so great. A satisfied purr vibrated in her throat as the hand applied just enough pressure on her upper thigh, turning her from the side on her back, then secretly lurked between her knees and proceeded towards her core.
"Itachi?" she whispered with a lazy moan. Her own hand began to discover the figure next to her.
"Hn." A hum came somewhere from next to her and a tip of nose brushed over her cheek. Her palm crept higher. Strong forearm and then a firm muscles leaning right under a wide shoulder. Stripe of silk hair tangled into her fingers when she reached the neck. ITACHI!
Sakura froze and her eyes widened. Although nothing could be seen in the darkness of the room, she still felt the hot path his hand left behind when gently strolling over her body, up her thigh, missing her intimate parts slightly and then slipping back under her shirt, tickling her shivering belly. Too late she realized her own undeniable arousal. Was it because of him? Or because of the dream before? She felt him leaning to her ear. Her nails buried into the flesh of his chest as she wanted to push him away but failed.
"Let me have you, Sakura," his soft voice quivered along her spine and she noticed her bones melting against her will.
"No-oh." Although the words protesting, her reactions spoke differently. The warm palm cupped her breast and a thumb swept her hardening nipple. She felt lost, lids fell shut and she was no longer able to resist.
Itachi used the opportunity to swiftly rid her of the sleeping shirt. Dragging it over her head and throwing it aside. She obeyed, not really thinking clearly as her thighs build the pressure and smeared the moisture coming out of nowhere. At least that was what she thought.
His touch disappeared for a moment and his head shifted from the angle of her neck. She didn't really know what to expect, but when a warm lips granted her the first teasing kiss on the collar bone, she couldn't hold down a surprised pant. The velvet ponytail fell on her bare breasts, tickling on its way as Itachi gradually drifted down, pecking her hot surface every time he discovered a new spot. Her muscles tensed and she felt her torso rise in a need of more gentle torture.
The haziness of her slumber was replaced by a cloud of desire. He obviously wasn't in a hurry, pair of lips explored her blazing skin and then a wet tongue circled around the top of her breast, another moan clawed from the deepest corners of her lungs and a needy growl responded, vibrating through her creamy flesh. Itachi abandoned her chest and directed all his attention to the trembling belly.
"This… this is wrong," a heavy whisper sneaked from her mouth. He stopped, hovering over her stomach, blowing it with his warm breaths. Was he deciding about something? Or just taunting her.
"If you didn't want me to, I wouldn't be here," was the final verdict and then a finger, followed by a few others, hooked around the hem of her loose pants, slowly pulling them down, while the lips returned to seek for the most sensitive spots right above her lap.
"Ooh, don-mmm!" Electricity ran through her, and for a second, her sight went black, when an intense buzz of bliss made her whole form rattle. But however terribly she demanded his tongue to continue down, he stopped and left her wishes painfully float away.
That was just evil! He knew she couldn't stop him, not at this point at least. It was clear that he was familiar with the dark need she wasn't able to suppress, but he should have been the one to stop all this nonsense. The responsible one. Right? So why wasn't he? And why her hips were rising on their own, allowing him to pull her pants down? Exposing her all.
Too late Sakura realized that the blanket over her body disappeared as well. Her porcelain skin now shining in the shadow of the room. But did she really cared that much? When he already kneeled between her legs.
"Please…" she wailed not really catching on if it was her impatience or a protest. His figure leaned above her, arms slipped under her back and Itachi picked her torso from the comfortable mattress like a feather. She instinctively bent her knees and with legs spread, let him gently place her center right above his hard member, kneeling. Sakura swallowed a surprised gasp, and her palms promptly required a support on his shoulders. He let her weight rest on his chest for a while. Her soaked sex guided the head of his length right into her entrance, but he didn't push her. Instead let his arms fall and wrapped his fingers around her ankles, giving her an odd kind of stability.
She straightened above him, still stunned by the control that he had granted her. Her gaze drifted to his face. Although the room was mostly dark, a weak light was coming from the hall, through the narrow space next to the door that weren't shut properly, illuminating half of his cheek. He was calm as ever, waiting for her to slide and devour him in her heat. But was she going to? Didn't she just claim that it was wrong? Despite the moral facts, her inner walls were already clenching, demanding his presence inside. She dipped an inch lower and already felt a jolts of pleasure when her muscles were gently forced to expand and let him fill her.
"Sakura."
Another strike of butterflies went through her when those stiff features relaxed, as he first closed his eyes in pleasure and then deeply frowned with impatience. For a split of a second he seemed… vulnerable. Then she noticed the grasp around her ankles slightly rise. She twitched, expecting him to do something, but he sat still, leaving every other move absolutely on her. That gave her a weird feeling of confidence and she slowly let the gravity do its job and gradually devoured the member eagerly throbbing under her.
It was sensation like no other. Two sets of excited moans echoed in the bedroom at the same time. One deep and one soft. Sakura fully swallowed his shaft and closed her eyes as well. Unable to hold the sparkles tickling her skin, she lingered in the moment, staying still and adjusting to his size. A slight shift of his hips burning with attention revealed that she probably got carried away and lost herself for a little longer than he wished.
Opening her eyes, she once again drowned in the deep blackness of his pupils. But there was nothing violent or threatening inside them, nor they were cold and distant like usual. He watched her with an unspoken affection and Sakura felt a cozy warmth fill her belly. It was unexpected at first but then her heart melted and her soul fell into a thousand pieces. Hesitantly leaning forward she followed his silent instructions and with a help of his hands, now navigating her hips, she began to move.
The new wave of thrill and arousal thrusted into her flesh and continually spread from her core into the tips of her fingers. Was it really true? To have this intimate connection with someone she barely knew? But it felt so damn good. Leaving the last doubts behind, she pressed their lip together and picked up her pace. Itachi under her responded with meeting her hips halfway as they both danced on the never-ending rush of hotness and ecstasy.
His palms caressed her back and pressed her closer to his chest, devouring her whole skin into him. The longer the moment, the more impatient he seemed to grow. Squeezing her tightly and wrapping his arms around her waist, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly run away.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and freed them from the already loose ponytail, then parted the deep kiss in a need of fresh air. Her nails inadvertently buried itself in his shoulders when his teeth sucked onto the soft skin of her neck. A rewarding moan scraped hardly through her throat and she leaned her head back to allow him more space, begging him to tease her flesh with his hungry tongue. Sakura felt like exploding every other second, was it going to be like this every time? It couldn't be because of her, as this was her second lifetime experience. It must have been him.
"Itachi…" breathing out deeply she let his name slip on her tongue, it always came out so easily. She felt his body grew restless and a shocked yelp hit her lungs when she suddenly opened her eyes, lying on the back again. That was soon followed by a desperate shriek after he hooked her knees and spread her wide, plunging farer into her core. Unable to produce anything else except growling and panting he kept on picking the pace, inevitably bringing her closer to something she would have never expected.
It was unbearable, she couldn't hold her cries, although she tried over and over again, biting her lower lip. Then his body almost fell over her, his strong arms propped themselves on each side of her chest and he let his mouth devour one of her hard nipples. Her fingers had to grasp onto something, just to hold her mind still when an orgasm erupted inside and she sank her nails deep into his skin, while her spine arched and her whole body trembled. Sakura let her vision go blank and then everything around her disappeared. Did he climaxed as well? She didn't know. But when she finally came back to reality, his forehead was resting on her chest and he obviously stopped moving.
Sakura let her hands fell on the mattress and bluntly stared onto the sealing. Still unable to pick up on what was happening to her. She is so going to hate herself in the morning, but who cared? When his touches were this addictive. Let the future Sakura deal with that, because the current one wasn't able to catch her breath, let alone think about all the obscene stuff she allowed him to do just now.
Yet still… was it really that bad? He wasn't hurting her, and there was nothing violent about the intimate act. Nothing forced. Rather the opposite, because he was – gentle and passionate. And she loved it.
"I like how you scream my name," he purred, snuggling the sweaty skin of her neck with the tip of his nose.
"I didn't srcea-aaah-m… oh, you're name," her tone dragged when he pulled out of her and Sakura felt a shivers of post orgasmic bliss travel through her body.
"Sure."
What? Was that a chuckle that just bubbled up from his throat?
With a satisfied sigh he lied next to her. Reaching for the blanket, which was thrown away from the low futon. He covered them both.
She wanted to cuddle, but was too stubborn to show him how much their sex affected her.
"You were dreaming about me." Not a question, but a simple statement.
In an instant she felt a blush coming over her cheeks. How did he know? And why was she unable to tell him otherwise? Her mind was still clouded, she suspected that this was a similar state to the one drunk people went through while… well, drinking.
A shy whisper crawled out of her lips. "So what?"
"You called my name. It woke me up."
Was he explaining himself or just trying to embarrass her even more? She felt his stare on her face and the blush intensified. She knew she said his name in the dream, but in the reality too? Still, it couldn't be loud enough for him to hear it in his room, could it?
"I have a very good hearing." He shifted on the side, bent his elbow and propped his head, teasing her with those deep onyx eyes.
It was so irritating. She must have been looking horrible, straggly hair, tired skin. Not mentioning the redness in her face. Yet he didn't seem to care. She hesitantly drifted her gaze on him and noticed how cautiously he observed her. It made her belly squirm and Sakura wished for nothing else but to soak into the floor. Opening her mouth for a protest she was promptly muted when a tender kiss landed on her lips. The effect was immediate and she already noticed a moan building in her chest. That just wasn't fair!
"Hmf, wait!" She pressed her palms firmly on his chest in order to push his body away. And eventually succeeded, although it was probably because he simply retreated and tied his hypnotizing stare back to her confused face.
"You… you can't just… oh stop it!" She chased away his hand that was slyly roaming over her naked body safely hidden under the white sheets. He pulled away, but the tingling feeling in her belly remained.
"You can't just waltz into my room in the middle of the night and…" starting her sentence rather courageously her words slowly faded away as she noticed an interested rise of his eyebrows.
"And?" he whispered gently, pursuing her to continue.
Sakura swallowed hardly. "And… well… you know…" Now he was definitely teasing her.
"And what, Sakura?" His face leaned down to her neck and those wicked fingers found their way to her lower abdomen again. "Touch you?" Set of sparkles twinkled on her belly and her muscles tensed under his soft manipulation. "Kiss you?" A delicate peck on her nape dispatched a signal for her lungs to inhale. "Hn?" A feathery brush of his teeth against her silk skin and she sucked on her breath and shivered.
"You're evil…" she sighed out blithely with eyes closed.
"Yes. Very… very… evil," his humming vibrated through her body and he buried his nose in her hair, wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed his chest tightly to her side.
"That tickles," cheerful giggle escaped her lips before she managed to stop it.
Both of them froze for a moment. Itachi raised his head and was once again hovering over her face. Sakura bit on her lip as the frivolity of current situation punched her in the guts. Her mind was destructed by her own quilt which weighted down on her with one overwhelming push.
Although she didn't know where exactly his eyes were, as the light was coming from behind, illuminating only his silhouette, she avoided eye contact, instinctively drifting her gaze in the other direction and slightly tilting her head from his curious stare. Itachi shifted and with resigned sigh propped his torso on his elbows, then sat up.
"You're leaving?" she let the question slip her lips softly.
He answered with another query. "Do you want me to stay?"
"Am I obliged to answer?" It was clear that she wanted, but saying it aloud was a whole other thing than just let the Yes linger in the air, unspoken.
He thought for a second. It was a new day after all, wasn't it? "Yes." He turned his head towards her, looking down on her lying figure.
Sakura mimicked his movements and propped her chest on her elbows as well. She bit on her lower lip, hesitating. "Then yes…" she whispered, defeated. If it was because the drug called orgasm still affected her mind or because she simply gave up on hiding anything, was unknown to both of them.
For a second he wavered and dread of rejection consumed her chest. But then he finally laid down and prepared his arm, making space for her body. She watched him, first with question in her eyes but then crawled closer and rested her head in the comfortable spot right under his shoulder. A hand wrapped itself around her waist and another reached for her palm and gently placed it on his chest. It felt so right and she softly purred and snuggled closer to his warm flesh. Not a care in the world mirrored in her face when she let all the troubles and quilt float away and soundly fell asleep.
Just this once…

"So? Did she know anything?" Tsunade raised her stern gaze to a blond man entering her office. The question referring to an interrogation with a shinobi who impersonated Sakura for few days.
"No,” Inoichi Yamanaka shook his head and continued explaining. "Apparently, she carried some sort of affection towards the Uchiha and he used it to his advantage. Convincing her to do as he needed without any further explanations."
"I see," Tsunade sighed. "What to do… What to do?" Her eyes pierced another man, already standing in her office, like she expected him to answer her rhetorical question.
"Eeeh, don't look at me. This situations is indeed troublesome, but I'm empty handed here," Shikamaru twitched his shoulders, growing nervous under the hawk stare of the Fifth Hokage.
"That's true. We know nothing about his current locations and we can only guess his intentions," she agreed, talking to herself, steam almost rising from her golden hair.
"I mean it's not like he wanted to trade her for something. If he needed an artifact from the village, he could have simply taken it, and if he needed an information, he would probably already contacted us. It is always possible that she already had the information which he was going for and he took her for interrogation, but I highly doubt that, since Sakura knows very little about the true intimate matters of the village," the young genius speculated. "What bugs me the most, is the possibility that he's waiting for Naruto to come back to the village and expects him to chase after her. That would give the Akatsuki a great advantage over us."
"Yeah… like I said. Troublesome," Shikamaru nodded and frowned.
"Well, then we need to keep looking!" Tsunade's voice raised noticeably. "He couldn't just disappear and if he holds her somewhere, who knows for what purpose… it's just wrong!" Her fist met the table in a familiar gesture while her busty figure fired up from the chair.
An urgent knock on the door and another young man stormed inside the office. Grabbing attention of all three people standing there.
"Uchiha… Itachi… was seen… in the Land of Fields… near the borders with the Land of Sounds." He desperately tried to catch his breath while his palms were resting on his knees.
He ran like crazy all the way to the Hokage's tower when a help request from a feudal lord living in Land of Fields arrived. Describing a situation in one small town where a massacre devastated a local tavern and later on a pack of rouge ninjas raided their fields in a blind pursuit for some raven haired Akatsuki member. From the rather accurate characterization of the fight and a brief depiction of the two suspects was clear, that the man was no other than Uchiha Itachi, along with some unknown pink haired girl.
"What?" the Hokage widened her chocolate eyes with surprise. After such a long time finally a tiny sign. "What are you waiting for?! Call me a Hyuuga, Aburame and Inuzuka! We're dispatching a search team!" Her powerful voice resonated through the office, giving a clear order. Everyone promptly left the room and the space fell into silence for several seconds.
"Go pack your stuff, Kakashi. You're going with them," Tsunade added calmly, acknowledging the presence of someone else, despite the door were shut.
"Hm?" Leaning onto the outer wall of Hokage building the copy ninja raised his lazy gaze from the worn novel he was always reading. "Right. On my way," he uttered simply, before disappearing into a puff of white smoke.
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