NARUTO: ItaSaku, KakaSaku - "Incomplete" (later scene from current WIP)
Title: "Incomplete" (later scene from current WIP)
Author: moor
Rating: R
Pairing/etc: ItaSaku
Squicks/Triggers: Infidelity, mixed motives
Summary: Being watched at the daimyou's during an undercover mission.
Being Watched While at the Daimyo’s
The minute he felt another’s presence gliding deceptively into the room, Itachi’s senses sharpened even as he gave the impression of a man very focused on his other worthwhile pursuits.
“Do it,” he moaned silkily into her ear, nipping and nuzzling her. “The contraceptive jutsu,” he breathed, just barely loud enough for her to hear even as his lips caressed her ear, “You need to do it, now.” His hands rose gently but firmly to send thrills through her insides, but Inner Sakura still rebelled, feeling the charade unnecessary.
“They’ll go after a minute or two, we can keep pretending,” she insisted into his long, dark hair; it was threaded loosely through her fingers, and she pulled him closer in a show of increasing intimacy and passion. (Or so anyone watching them would have thought.) “They never stay longer than that,” she reminded him in his ear.
“Tonight is different; it’s not the same people.” The words were feather-light against her throat. His hands ghosted higher, and he leaned back long enough to look meaningfully into her eyes. They held each other’s gaze a moment before they smiled wickedly at each other-though Sakura’s eyes had widened just a fraction in realization at the Uchiha’s words.
Finally, the real culprits were curious enough to risk showing themselves.
It was just that Sakura and Itachi would need to show themselves, first-or rather, prove that they were who they were pretending to be. And bugger it all, they had to be naked to prove they weren’t weapons-baring shinobi.
“Come closer,” she said softly, almost teasing him-but truly needing him just a bit nearer to cover the hand signs she would need to make, between them beneath the blankets. “Let me show you something new.” It was loud enough to carry, in case their eavesdroppers were nearer than they thought-hopefully it was misleading enough, too.
Itachi lowered his weight atop Sakura’s slender form, his knees slipping between hers to open her to him; their skin moved against each other, warm and soft and tantalizing, and she cradled him against her. Feeling him pressed so intimately-and obviously aroused-against her distracted her a moment from her concentration and actions. As Sakura’s fingers slipped down his torso and through the smooth motions of the hand-signals, she accidentally brushed against Itachi’s firm abdomen, causing her hands to fumble a second as he gave a slight twitch in response, pressing down upon her core and stoking a small burst of fire in its wake.
“No one’s really touched me there before,” he explained, a touch of humour to his low voice, and Sakura’s lips quirked in a smile of her own at his double-entendre even as she swallowed her voice. Of course few had ever touched him, he was a shinobi of the highest calibre-few had ever touched him, period.
“Hopefully we won’t need to make this a habit,” she countered wryly. “I don’t know sometimes how we ended up together. You’re too good to waste on the likes of me,” she teased, remembering the conversation she’d had with the Hokage.
To her surprise, Itachi’s features shifted into something close to tenderness and endearment. “I could never waste my time on you; I’m lucky to be your husband,” he admitted quietly.
Even as his hands were slipping down beneath the covers to slide her panties down, Sakura felt a small tingle of wariness at his words, spoken so honestly, so earnestly, it made her shiver and feel strange. This was all part of the mission, but sometimes Itachi’s words and actions were too real-no wonder he was so persuasive, even without the Sharingan… she was almost ready to believe his words herself.
Then his hands were around hers, squeezing them gently, asking her if she was done her jutsu.
“May I?” he asked smoothly, gently pulling her legs snugly around his hips, lifting her flared hips up slightly to meet his better. “I can’t hold out much longer. I’ve been thinking of you, wanting to be in you, for so long…”
His words were meant intended for their ‘guests’, but she couldn’t help but think that any woman married to this particular Uchiha would be made a very happy woman indeed.
The hard, silken heat of him pressing and rubbing against her bared core warmed Sakura, and with a final squeeze of her hands, she nodded, looking deep in Itachi’s dark, dark eyes.
He didn’t hesitate for a moment.
A blunt tip parted her and pushed into her slick folds. She reached down to guide him in, watching him sink into her inch by inch, felt the imprints his trembling fingers left in her thighs as he gripped her so tightly it surprised her. With their records of service to Konoha, they’d both been privy to their fair share of intimate undercover missions before; but she ignored his bruising fingers in favour of sliding her hands up his tummy again-enjoying his muffled grunt of warning and fluttering abdomen, something she was definitely going to keep to herself-to his broad, leanly muscled shoulders.
It took longer than Sakura had expected--another aspect that surprised the kunoichi. She’d assumed that it would be a quick, showy exchange, meant more to distract than titillate. Not so.
Itachi hadn’t fucked her; hadn’t had sex with her. Those things, she’d assumed would be the easiest way to clear their cover with their spies. No, Uchiha Itachi had kissed her delicately, had plundered her mouth, had worshipped her body, and made her enjoy every minute of his attention, from the varying degrees of their sweet murmurs to hoarse, wild screams. He had made love to every inch of her like a man finally given the one thing he craved; like he was trying to savour every moment, and was desperately trying to have her do the same.
As enthralled as she was, the kunoichi was feeling shocked, awed, and dangerously suspicious.
She had very few experiences that she could relate this particular intensity to; and the ones she could were sounding off glaring warnings of things she couldn’t rationally believe or accept.
In short, Sakura had been completely overwhelmed.
She had met him at every turn, but at one point had realised that he was happy to lead her through the deception they were putting on for their guests. Too overcome with her conflicting feelings and the determination that they needed to complete this mission without leaving a trail to Konoha, she gave in and let him.
She should have fought him, perhaps, at least a little bit, she thought fuzzily to herself afterwards as she lay in Itachi’s arms. She should have pushed for the quick & dirty sex-redirected the love-making.
Strong arms circled around her waist and pulled her closer against a firm male chest, and she felt a satisfied, happy breath blow out across the top of her head before her team leader curled further around her and kissed the crown of her hair.
Confused and exhausted, Sakura fell into a troubled sleep that night.
TBC
AN: I had originally posted this to the
darkficcollections community, but after re-reading it, I'm realizing it isn't actually dark, so much as just naughty. : ) So I'll share it here in case anyone is interested.
Author: moor
Rating: R
Pairing/etc: ItaSaku
Squicks/Triggers: Infidelity, mixed motives
Summary: Being watched at the daimyou's during an undercover mission.
Being Watched While at the Daimyo’s
The minute he felt another’s presence gliding deceptively into the room, Itachi’s senses sharpened even as he gave the impression of a man very focused on his other worthwhile pursuits.
“Do it,” he moaned silkily into her ear, nipping and nuzzling her. “The contraceptive jutsu,” he breathed, just barely loud enough for her to hear even as his lips caressed her ear, “You need to do it, now.” His hands rose gently but firmly to send thrills through her insides, but Inner Sakura still rebelled, feeling the charade unnecessary.
“They’ll go after a minute or two, we can keep pretending,” she insisted into his long, dark hair; it was threaded loosely through her fingers, and she pulled him closer in a show of increasing intimacy and passion. (Or so anyone watching them would have thought.) “They never stay longer than that,” she reminded him in his ear.
“Tonight is different; it’s not the same people.” The words were feather-light against her throat. His hands ghosted higher, and he leaned back long enough to look meaningfully into her eyes. They held each other’s gaze a moment before they smiled wickedly at each other-though Sakura’s eyes had widened just a fraction in realization at the Uchiha’s words.
Finally, the real culprits were curious enough to risk showing themselves.
It was just that Sakura and Itachi would need to show themselves, first-or rather, prove that they were who they were pretending to be. And bugger it all, they had to be naked to prove they weren’t weapons-baring shinobi.
“Come closer,” she said softly, almost teasing him-but truly needing him just a bit nearer to cover the hand signs she would need to make, between them beneath the blankets. “Let me show you something new.” It was loud enough to carry, in case their eavesdroppers were nearer than they thought-hopefully it was misleading enough, too.
Itachi lowered his weight atop Sakura’s slender form, his knees slipping between hers to open her to him; their skin moved against each other, warm and soft and tantalizing, and she cradled him against her. Feeling him pressed so intimately-and obviously aroused-against her distracted her a moment from her concentration and actions. As Sakura’s fingers slipped down his torso and through the smooth motions of the hand-signals, she accidentally brushed against Itachi’s firm abdomen, causing her hands to fumble a second as he gave a slight twitch in response, pressing down upon her core and stoking a small burst of fire in its wake.
“No one’s really touched me there before,” he explained, a touch of humour to his low voice, and Sakura’s lips quirked in a smile of her own at his double-entendre even as she swallowed her voice. Of course few had ever touched him, he was a shinobi of the highest calibre-few had ever touched him, period.
“Hopefully we won’t need to make this a habit,” she countered wryly. “I don’t know sometimes how we ended up together. You’re too good to waste on the likes of me,” she teased, remembering the conversation she’d had with the Hokage.
To her surprise, Itachi’s features shifted into something close to tenderness and endearment. “I could never waste my time on you; I’m lucky to be your husband,” he admitted quietly.
Even as his hands were slipping down beneath the covers to slide her panties down, Sakura felt a small tingle of wariness at his words, spoken so honestly, so earnestly, it made her shiver and feel strange. This was all part of the mission, but sometimes Itachi’s words and actions were too real-no wonder he was so persuasive, even without the Sharingan… she was almost ready to believe his words herself.
Then his hands were around hers, squeezing them gently, asking her if she was done her jutsu.
“May I?” he asked smoothly, gently pulling her legs snugly around his hips, lifting her flared hips up slightly to meet his better. “I can’t hold out much longer. I’ve been thinking of you, wanting to be in you, for so long…”
His words were meant intended for their ‘guests’, but she couldn’t help but think that any woman married to this particular Uchiha would be made a very happy woman indeed.
The hard, silken heat of him pressing and rubbing against her bared core warmed Sakura, and with a final squeeze of her hands, she nodded, looking deep in Itachi’s dark, dark eyes.
He didn’t hesitate for a moment.
A blunt tip parted her and pushed into her slick folds. She reached down to guide him in, watching him sink into her inch by inch, felt the imprints his trembling fingers left in her thighs as he gripped her so tightly it surprised her. With their records of service to Konoha, they’d both been privy to their fair share of intimate undercover missions before; but she ignored his bruising fingers in favour of sliding her hands up his tummy again-enjoying his muffled grunt of warning and fluttering abdomen, something she was definitely going to keep to herself-to his broad, leanly muscled shoulders.
It took longer than Sakura had expected--another aspect that surprised the kunoichi. She’d assumed that it would be a quick, showy exchange, meant more to distract than titillate. Not so.
Itachi hadn’t fucked her; hadn’t had sex with her. Those things, she’d assumed would be the easiest way to clear their cover with their spies. No, Uchiha Itachi had kissed her delicately, had plundered her mouth, had worshipped her body, and made her enjoy every minute of his attention, from the varying degrees of their sweet murmurs to hoarse, wild screams. He had made love to every inch of her like a man finally given the one thing he craved; like he was trying to savour every moment, and was desperately trying to have her do the same.
As enthralled as she was, the kunoichi was feeling shocked, awed, and dangerously suspicious.
She had very few experiences that she could relate this particular intensity to; and the ones she could were sounding off glaring warnings of things she couldn’t rationally believe or accept.
In short, Sakura had been completely overwhelmed.
She had met him at every turn, but at one point had realised that he was happy to lead her through the deception they were putting on for their guests. Too overcome with her conflicting feelings and the determination that they needed to complete this mission without leaving a trail to Konoha, she gave in and let him.
She should have fought him, perhaps, at least a little bit, she thought fuzzily to herself afterwards as she lay in Itachi’s arms. She should have pushed for the quick & dirty sex-redirected the love-making.
Strong arms circled around her waist and pulled her closer against a firm male chest, and she felt a satisfied, happy breath blow out across the top of her head before her team leader curled further around her and kissed the crown of her hair.
Confused and exhausted, Sakura fell into a troubled sleep that night.
TBC
AN: I had originally posted this to the
darkficcollections community, but after re-reading it, I'm realizing it isn't actually dark, so much as just naughty. : ) So I'll share it here in case anyone is interested.