Naruto One Shots

Itachi x Reader | Winter Visit

Word count: 955

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The night was cloaked by a blanket of freshly fallen snow, which crunched under the pressure of my winter boots. I tightened my scarf around my face as I hurried through the snow-covered streets of Konoha, rushing to get into the warmth of my home and cursing myself for getting caught in this stupid storm in the first place.

Despite the fact that my face was basically freezing to the point of falling off, I had to admit that the snow was beautiful. Due to everyone else being much smarter than I, the fresh coating was almost untouched – the flakes were white and fluffy, and the lights from the streetlamps caused the crystals to sparkle like a thin layer of glitter on the earth. I hated it, yet I loved it all the same.

I shook myself from my (brief) moment of awe. The bitter cold that wrapped around me in my short moment of admiration was enough to chill me to the bone. I reminded myself that I had a hot bath and a good book waiting for me at home, and used that thought as encouragement to guide me on the rest of my journey.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I finally approached my house. I basically ran the last few feet to my door (nearly falling on my ass thanks to the ice), and fumbled to get the key into the lock.

But as I threw open the door and kicked off my boots, I realized that something felt...off.

I closed the door behind me and took a hesitant step forward, feeling along the wall for the light switch. I was almost positive I had left the lights on, knowing that I would be home late, yet my house was completely darkened.

Once my fingers found the switch, I flicked the knob upwards and groaned when I was not greeted with a flush of fluorescent light. The snowstorm must have knocked the power out.

"Of course," I muttered into the darkness, grieving the loss of my hot bath and book. Instead, I carefully edged my way into the kitchen to try gather some candles and matches, all the while wishing I was just a tad more graceful.

Every few steps were greeted with a new curse word or the crashing of some random object that I didn't care to identify or pick up. Finally, I managed to scavenge some pillar candles and a small box of matchsticks, grumbling to myself all the while I carefully made my way to the living room.

All my efforts of finding the damn candles were put to waste, however, as I dropped every single item in my arms once I entered the living room to see an already crackling fire waiting for me.

Now, I wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but I knew damn well not to light a fire and leave it unattended. I also knew that fires didn't just up and light themselves, no matter how ungodly cold it was outside.

So, if I didn't light the fire, and the fire certainly didn't light the fire, then that must mean...

My eyes widened. I gasped, turning on my heel to run, but it was already too late – the culprit had already pinned me against the wall, pressing a firm hand against my mouth to smother my screaming.

"Relax, (F/n), it's only me." His voice was as soft and gentle as the last time I had heard it, several months before. Every ounce of terror (and rage) within me melted away as I threw my arms around him.

"Itachi," I buried my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the nearly foreign scent of his cologne. "You're okay..."

His arms tightened around me. He rested his chin on the top of my head. "I'm okay," he reassured before pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'm okay, and I'm here now."

I didn't want to ask for how long he would be here. I knew the risks of him visiting, and on most of these occasions we never had much time together – if he lingered too long, it could ruin everything we had built up over the years of seeing each other in secrecy.

So instead, I basked in his embrace, wrapped his presence around me like a shield of comfort, and sunk into the love of the man that I have known since I learned how to walk.

I hadn't realized that tears had been dripping down my cheeks until I felt his cool fingers gently brushing them away.

Soon, his lips found mine in the dark, and we kissed like it would be the last time that we would see each other. Itachi brought his hands to my waist and pulled me into him, pressing my body firmly against his. My hands tangled into his hair while his tongue slipped into my mouth.

Part of me was slightly concerned by the urgency with which he was kissing me. Normally, we would share a few chaste kisses here and there; Itachi usually wasn't one to so blatantly show his affection. But tonight felt...different.

I was slightly dizzy from the intensity of the kiss, but his lips were intoxicating and I couldn't pull away. It was only when my back pressed into the warmth of a soft blanket that I had realized we had been gradually moving towards the couch. The fire crackled softly beside us, the heat of the flames resembling the fire that was growing rapidly between us.

And it was in front of this crackling fire, with the snow falling gently outside, that Itachi and I made love for the first time.