Dirty Speech | By : Zelha Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 3280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Dirty Speech
They should
not be there.
The
sentence ran through her mind, like a piece of music on repeat, several times,
as the members of Konoha’s council droned on and on about the village’s issues
and needs. Tsunade looked as bored as the rest of the attendants of the
meeting, including her.
To say that
Sakura was not amused was an understatement, especially when sitting next to
her life partner as he regarded everything with the usual sharpness, even if
the Clan Council meeting was something more like a suicide by boredom, to say
the least.
They were
gathered on the Hokage Tower’s roof – the Clan Council was too large to be held
in Tsunade’s office. From there, they could appreciate the sweeping view of
their beloved homeland. Tatami mats placed everywhere
thanks to the Uchiha clan’s foresight, as well as a large tent provided by the
Hyuuga clan, ensured the comfort of the upcoming Clan Summit. The summit promised
to be as long and unbearable as it was to listen to Ino’s
gossiping rants.
And it had been
a nice day, to boot. They could have gone to the Nakano River
to train, and she could have taken a dip afterwards.
“What is on
your mind?” she heard his toneless whisper. She looked around to check; no one
was paying them any mind since they sat way at the back of the gathering. Since
the task of leading the clan had been bestowed upon Itachi, it was merely a
matter of time before their peers grew accustomed to his reclusive habits. He
sat at the back of every gathering, watching everything sharply until he deemed
it necessary to intervene or to voice his opinion on the matter in discussion.
Whereas Sakura,
since she entered the Uchiha clan as Itachi’s bride,
she made a point to accompany him on these meetings. They both considered it a
good way to warm the rest of the Council to the bemusing idea of having Sakura
– a pink head on dark-haired clan’s behalf – as an Uchiha representative in the
future.
It wasn’t the
most enjoyable job in the world, but someone had to do it. Seeing as Sakura was
knowledgeable about protocol and possessed impressive diplomatic skills – far
more than his – it was just the most suitable option. Diplomacy was promptly
thrown out with window, however, when someone became stern with her. In such
instances, Sakura immediately dropped the political façade and resorted to
being as blunt as always; which, in Itachi’s opinion,
was much more effective than mellifluous, empty words
However, when
she glanced in his direction, she realized that his attention was not on the
meeting. It was on her.
“I was
thinking about training at the Nakano
River and maybe going for
a swim,” she murmured back. It was a good thing they had chosen the perfect
location for a personal conversation with the other attendants none the wiser.
The noise from the crowd down below was just the buffer they needed to ensure
the necessary privacy. “It’s such a beautiful day I wish we were there instead of here.”
Itachi
nodded in agreement, not even bothering to mask his impatience towards the
Council’s latest charade. Indeed, they could have gone to the river to...train.
“Just the
mere thought of us frolicking in the cool river is more refreshing than sitting
here through this; that is for sure.”
Sakura
turned her head and stared at her man. Had he just used the word “frolicking?”
Granted,
Itachi was more vocal whenever they were alone, impressing her thoroughly with
his extensive knowledge about folk tales and traditions of his clan. Once, he
had told her an entire legend, his words transporting her to the middle of the
story, in the middle of the battle and almost seeing the harbingers of war
flying down upon the enemies of the heroes.
This was
Sakura’s most treasured secret. Uchiha Itachi, her darling husband, was a great
storyteller.
If he’d
ever given thought to publishing a book, he never said so. She was willing to
bet that his published works would put Icha Icha’s popularity to shame. Hell, even when relating events
that were extremely high in adult-rated content, she could almost feel what the
characters in his narrations were feeling. Even with his toneless voice, he positively
commanded his audience’s attention
and could persuade anyone to see things the way he saw them.
This was
also true of those times he spoke in public. For example, when he chose to voice
his opinion regarding matters the Clan Council were pussyfooting around, even Hyuuga Hiashi – who was still a
sore loser because he wanted Sakura to marry his nephew, much to her embarrassed
chagrin – had to agree to his point of view.
Nonetheless,
Itachi caught her nonplussed look and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you agree that
bathing in the river brings to mind more pleasant images than being here?”
Sakura
nodded, baffled. What sort of game was he playing?
Itachi
smirked faintly, eliciting a blush to appear in his beautiful wife’s cheeks. Judging
by that smirk, he was surely plotting something, she was sure of that.
“It is a
pity that we have to be here,” he leaned and breathed in her ear. “It would
have been a delightful experience to watch you swimming in the river with
nothing covering your body.”
True, she
had gone skinny dipping to the river, but his voice was actually doing funny
things to her insides. She was slowly melting as she pictured the scene. He was
lying on his cloak, the one he used when he was an ANBU captain, as he watched,
closely, intensely, every maneuver she made as she whirled and reeled among the
gentle waters of the river.
The fact
that she was wearing a heavy kimono didn’t help!
“It’s a
rather pleasing image, in my opinion,” he continued lowly, his whisper only
heard by her. “I can almost see your creamy skin gleaming under the sunlight as
you make your way through the water, towards me; wading
the river waves like a sensuous mermaid.”
Sakura’s
cheeks burst with a heavy flush. She could see everything, and yet, she knew he
hadn’t cast a genjutsu on her. His words were enough
to transport her, and he knew it perfectly.
That was
why he always won their arguments, no matter how mad Sakura was. It was totally
unfair.
His next
whisper sent a jolt down her spine. “I can imagine your wet skin flushed with
anticipation, waiting for me to make the next move. We are alone in the river,
and yet the thrill of the danger of being discovered sparks your desire more
acutely.”
The pink-haired
kunoichi let out a gasp, as she felt a flash of heat rushing down to her
center. Hiding her face from view behind her fan, her senses narrowed down to
the man beside her, the man that currently was leaning on her, his warm breath
ghosting on the shell of her ear, sending sharps thrills down her body.
“You can
see it, can’t you? My hands reaching for you, caressing your curves slowly, as
you settle your soaked body on my lap. I figure I would have to restrain myself
from taking you then and there, but your wetness makes my craving more heated,
more urgent. I would need to see your back arching
beautifully as I thrust deep inside your secret place, your thighs clasping my
hips as I drive myself within you...”
Sakura’s
left hand clenched in her obi, trying desperately to maintain her composure.
They were in such a public place it was insane to even think he would indulge
in such antics! However, she knew her husband well. Itachi hadn’t had any
qualms to show his desire for her wherever they were. Hell, they had even
christened her office at the hospital... and his own
study at the manor, during an Uchiha gathering.
“Or maybe
you would prefer for me to explore you with my tongue?” he purred. “It would be
so easy to see you then, flushed and sprawled beneath me, begging for me to
take you, hard and fast, or slow and torturing, perhaps using my Sharingan to
make you scream...”
It was so
clear in her mind that the hand sustaining the fan let it fell to her lap, as
she cupped both her hands on her face. She was on fire, picturing what his
words were painting was almost too much to bear.
“And when
you come down from your high, it would be the perfect time to make you mine
once more; making your sweet, sweet voice hoarsen with every pant, every gasp,
every calling of my name. I would
make sure you can’t see anything else but me.”
Sakura
shuddered, breathing so heavily that she hadn’t noticed how high-strung her
body was. Itachi was outwardly calm and composed, but something in his sharp
eyes told her he was as excited as she was.
“I can
almost hear you screaming my name when I finally push you off the edge, managing
to take me with you as your center closes on me so mercilessly that I can do
nothing but comply. Can you feel it, Sakura? Can you feel the scorching heat of
our union? Can you feel every sensation of my possession of you?”
That was
all it took for her to let out a moan behind her hands, her orgasm thrumming
through her body, as his heated words finally reached his intended, wicked
point.
She felt his
arm wrapping around her back, keeping her sitting up as his hand brought her
head to his chest. The wide sleeves of his haori
served to hide her flushed features from view. The councilmen that were seated
in front of them had turned their heads to them, and he wasn’t going to allow
them to see his wife’s face drowned in sinful pleasure.
“Uchiha-sama, is
your wife well?” she vaguely heard one of the old geezers asking.
“She has
been feeling under the weather lately, yes,” he answered politely. “I wish I
could take her home, but we are all to remain until we reach an agreement on
the new heritage law.”
“This is
taking much too long,” agreed the man sitting in front of Sakura. “It’s so
refreshing to see a young couple so committed to make Konoha good. But you
shouldn’t push yourself so hard, Sakura-sama. It
would be best if you leave everything to your dutiful husband here.”
“She is too
stubborn for her own good. She wants to help me in everything she can,”
Itachi’s nonchalant voice droned with a sigh. “She has been so stressed that
her body had been reacting oddly in the mornings, with nausea and general
sickness. I have to admit that I am worried for her wellbeing.”
Sakura,
finally catching up on his act, let out a whimper, bringing a hand to her face.
“Oh! It
would be best if you take her to the hospital, Uchiha-sama,
something tells me her illness would need expert monitoring!”
“Excellent
idea, Saburo-sama; we shall take our leave now. Please
excuse us with the rest of the Council and Hokage-sama.
It is of utmost importance that I look after my wife.”
“Of course,
Uchiha-sama, we shall inform them of her indisposing.
Get well soon, Sakura-sama, and congratulations!”
Expertly
scooping her in his strong arms, Itachi stood and retreated to the Tower, as
Sakura laughed silently behind her hand. “You’re impossible!” she hissed softly
as he made his way down the stairs of the Hokage’s building. “Now they’ll think
I’m pregnant! What would happen if they notice your lie?”
“Who said
it is a lie?” he shot back with a low murmur.
“I said it
is! I’m not pregnant!”
“Ah, but
that is easily remedied,” Itachi countered with a smirk. Sakura stilled in his
arms, watching him with the bewildered look that had started everything.
Itachi’s
smirk widened slightly when she started to pink again. “Wha-what
are you saying?”
“You know I
don’t speak idle threats, my beloved wife,” he said lightly, as his feet
finally hit the street sidewalk and lowered her to the ground. “We are going to
the Nakano River, as you wished.”
The fire in
his words was more than evident, and Sakura knew she had to brace herself for
the onslaught of his passion once they there, the place they should have been.
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- Tenna' ento lye omenta -
A/N: There
you go, Peachy, dirty talk provided by the
Uchiha Itachi himself. I had so much fun writing this, hahaha.
Once more,
much love to my dearest beta Rapturesrevenge, who
almost throttled me because I didn’t tell her about how NSFW this was and I
caught her off guard. XDDD
Thanks for
reading!
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