"I'll kill him for you, so, choose me."
"I didn't know that one day I could be so desperate and mad in love, that I'd sell my own soul with no qualms."
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Temptation: to desire to do something wrong or unwise.
A/n: It's specifically just for this chapter to avoid any confusion. Starting with "•" is a dream and "•" at the end marks the end of the dream.
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Itachi found himself leaning against a door frame. One moment he was in the middle of a forest on the borders of the Leaf waiting for rainfall and then the next he was inside the house he and Nhira had stayed in a long time ago.
'Is this a dream?'
As clear as his eyes could see, her figure lay relaxed and uncaring bathed in early morning sunlight. She loved sleep and the comfort of bed. To sink beneath the mattress and to hide under the silken sheets.
Her bare shoulders and the smooth skin of her back did not shy away and a fleeting thought ran through his mind. 'Did she sleep naked?'
He turned his eyes away and then tried to hide away and step back to leave but strangely, his body refused to do so. She stirred, he could hear the low and sweet mumbling moans.
Nhira got up, standing confidently as she let her body bathe in the rays of the sun coming from the window. The silk sheets gliding down her skin like velvet.
Itachi felt himself freeze, his eyes shaking and watching her beautiful, bewitching form. In her stark nakedness, the sun leaving her skin a glow in it's flawlessness.
'This really is a dream. This has never happened before...'
From her slender neck, to the dip of her shoulder blades down to the softness and plumpness of her breasts. His eyes trailed lower and lower, marvelling at the body that seemed to be carved by angels in all it's beauty and intricacies.
And then, he saw the bump in her belly. Low and protruding, his hot and tingling body suddenly hit with a euphoria. Flashes, voices, cries, laughter and even scents hit him like a barrage of attacks.
"Hey, how long have you been up?" Her calm, honey like voice snapped him out of it. Itachi's body still stuck in place, he watched her approach not bothering to cover herself. The way she walked, each slow and tantalising step.
The way her head tilted as she looked at him and the gentle caress of her soft hands on his cheek. "Are you okay, Itachi?"
And seemed an entirely different reality from what he knew.
"Yes."
She smiled, sweetly and brighter than he could ever remember. Nhira, or the Nhira of his dream grabbed his hand and placed it above the bump on her belly.
"Good, I was worried you were getting cold feet." Then she laughed, as he began to be confused. "It's too late anyway, we're already married so you can't run."
