Crimson cherry bloosm

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Itachi was laying on his bed, staring to his sealing. He didn't know what the pink haired kunoichi was doing to him. She gave him feelings he had never felt before. Confused, he scratched his head. What was happening with him, for Christ's sake? He couldn't actually like her right? Itachi sighed. He commanded himself to stop thinking about it and gazed to the sealing again.

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Sakura walked through the hall with a plate. She had made rice, and had done some strawberries in a bowl. Also, a glass of water. She hoped he liked her cooking. She wasn't great, but she wasn't bad either. She opened his door with her elbow and entered his room. It was very dark inside. No windows. No lamps. Only some candles. The black carpet felt nice underneath her feet. There was a big bookcase, and a desk with a lot of papers. Then you had Itachi's bed, black and iron, and the sheds were from red silk. Next to his bed was a similar red chair. Itachi was on his bed, staring to the sealing.

Sakura walked up to the bed and sat down in the chair, next to Itachi. He didn't move. "Itachi, I made you some food... Please, sit up." She said. Itachi slowly came up. Sakura placed the plate on his lap. She watched how he started to eat the rice. "...And? Is it good?" She asked. He didn't gave a answer, but after the first bit he started to eat faster, so Sakura knew he liked it. She smiled. After the rice, he started the strawberries. They were gone very quick.

Itachi took the glass of water and drank. She could see some water slowly slip from his lips down his chin, into his neck. She had to fight the urge to reach out and wipe it off his skin. More water slid down. Sakura lifted her hand; she just couldn't resist it.

Slowly, she moved her thumb up his neck, into the water flow. She saw he stopped drinking, although he didn't remove the glass. Itachi watched her from the corner of his eyes.

Sakura now used the back of her hand to wipe the water out of his neck. Her hand moved up to his cheek and caressed it lightly. Itachi placed the glass slowly back on the plate and looked into her eyes. She looked back, without feeling any shame or fear. She just wanted to be with him now.

Sakura felt herself bending towards him. Itachi still didn't move. She slightly came out of the chair and placed her knee on the bed. While still coming closer, Sakura crawled closer to him, pushing his plate off his lap.

Itachi looked how she shortened space between them. Of course he knew what she was going to do. He only just couldn't let her. She would make him weak, weaker then he already was because of her, and they couldn't even be together anyway. But just when he was going to make her stop... ...He didn't wanted her to stop. He stared into the closer coming jade green eyes he liked, no, loved so much, and didn't wanted anything else but to have her for his own.

Itachi slid his arms around her hips and pulled her even closer. This gave Sakura a push in the back, and she wrapped her arms around his strong neck. They were so close, their lips only an inch away... Itachi stopped the doubting and kissed the smaller girl on top of him.

For Sakura it felt like a dream. It just felt so good. Her hart almost burst out her while they kissed. She let her hand slid into his already untied hair. It was like the finest silk. Sakura parted her lips and felt his tongue enter her mouth. It explored her mouth and Sakura slowly moved her tongue around his. She removed one arm from his neck and let her hand slid underneath his shirt, stroking his chest. Itachi deepened the kiss, while stroking her body everywhere. He held her tight and before she knew it, he was on top of her. The plate with the empty bowl and glass fell on the ground, and the glass broke into pieces. They both ignored it. His lips slid down her neck and started to kiss it all over. Sakura moaned of pleasure and stroke through his long hair. Itachi softly bit the skin in her neck and licked it after that. His hands moved up to her breasts and stroked them while kissing and licking her neck.