The Secrets We Keep *COMPLETE* (Sasori x OC? / Itachi x OC?)

Intimacy

  Maeme tries to roll over in her bed but is halted by a weight settled around her stomach. She arches an eyebrow before squinting through the darkness in search of what's holding her down. Her hand runs across it, her eyes widening as she realizes that it's an arm. She lets out a whispered stream of curses as the person rolls over and presser her back closer to their chest. A warmth settles around her followed by the light scent of soap. Maeme lets out a soft sigh, enjoying the peace and slight intimacy that she'd never experienced before. She never saw the value or purpose in dating or anything similar so she didn't hold hands or lay with anyone. As she feels herself start to drift off again, she remembers where she had been before she fell asleep and who the person must be.

"Shit. I'm sleeping with Itachi." She whispers, desperately wishing she weren't pinned underneath him.

She starts to carefully shift herself around in hopes of freeing herself without waking him. She isn't sure she could face Itachi after this. A few minutes of wiggling later, she still hadn't made progress in her escape. Itachi's chest moves against her back and she realizes that he's laughing.

"Do you want me to let you get up?" He asks, his voice husky from sleep.

"How long have you been awake?" She responds as embarrassment washes over her.

"Since you said my name."

"When did I fall asleep?"

"About ten minutes after you came to sit beside me. I didn't want to bother you. Sasori came by and wanted to take you back, but I told him to leave you."

"Thank you. I really didn't want to have to deal with him."

"I told him I didn't see why he cared if he saw you as an unwanted presence. He threatened to tear me apart if I touched you."

She lets out a soft giggle. "I'm sure he would love this. What time is it?"

Itachi shifts in bed before telling her that it's shortly after five in the morning. She knows that she should get up and return to her room before Kisame or anyone else starts to move around and she's still feeling a little embarrassed. Though she hated to admit it, the warmth and comfort were pretty nice and almost enough to make her stay, but she lets out a sigh and tells him that she needs to get up. Itachi moves his arm and she sits up, adjusting her shirt and brushing her hair from her eyes.

"I trust that you didn't do anything improper while I was asleep?"

"If I wanted to do anything to you, I'd want you involved in it."

Maeme's face heats up and she silently praises the darkness around them.

"I'll take that as a good thing..." She comments, shaking her head. "Thank you for letting me stay."

"Anytime."

Maeme carefully makes her way around the bed and opens the door, peeking her head around before stepping out into the hall. Satisfied that no one is around, she shuts the door and turns, only to crash into someone's chest.

"Well, well, well, good morning Maeme."

She lets out a curse as her grey eyes look up to find Kisame smirking down at her.

"It's not what it looks like." She sighs.

"Oh, really now? What other reason could there be for you leaving Itachi's room so early with your hair a mess?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as she leans against the door.

"I fell asleep."

"That doesn't answer why you were in there anyway. If you're going to try to cover up your torrid love affair, you need better excuses."

"I'm not with anyone to have an affair and I don't have to explain myself to you regardless." She reminds him before side-stepping the swordsman.

"So then why were you there?" He asks, slinking up beside her as she heads back to her room.

"That is none of your concern. Take care."

She waves over her shoulder as she quietly enters the room.

Sasori is seated at his desk when Maeme walks in. She avoids his gaze and searches her drawers for clean clothing. After gathering the clothes she heads into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind her this time. Things had never been awkward between Sasori and herself before but now she didn't feel welcome in the same room as him. She sighs and undoes what is left of her braid before brushing it out, leaving blonde waves to fall down her back. Maeme strips down and dresses in a pair of black pants and a white tank top while wondering if it'd be acceptable to avoid Sasori by staying in the bathroom forever.

"You're back." Sasori says as she enters the room.

"Not for long."

Maeme grabs her travel bag from underneath her bed and shoves a few changes of clothes inside followed by her toothbrush and hairbrush.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm staying out of your way. I will still accompany you on missions, but beyond that I will leave you in peace." She explains, refusing to look at him.

"That's unnecessary."

Maeme rolls her eyes and slings the bag over her shoulder before heading for the door. A chakra string lightly wraps around her wrist as her fingers brush the doorknob.

"Let me go."

"You are staying."

"No, I'm not." She tries to remove the string by jerking her arm repeatedly. "I don't have to stay in this room with you. I'd hate to burden you further. Now, let me go."

"That's enough Maeme."

Maeme turns from the door to snap at him only to find Sasori standing before her.

"You know what's enough, Sasori? I have done nothing to you except make sure you didn't die for the last four years and you treat me like a nuisance. You want me out of the way? I'll stay out of your way. Now get your stupid strings off me."

"I never asked you to watch over me and I never told you to leave."

"I know you weren't the one who asked, now let me go." She wiggles her wrist again but the string stays put. "Sasori, let go."

Maeme glares at him, her grey eyes burning into his hazel.

"You tell me you don't want me around so I try to leave, but you won't let me. What the hell do you want from me?" Her voice trails off to a whisper at the end.

"I don't know." He answers before his lips crash onto hers.

Maeme's eyes widen in shock until she realizes exactly what is happening and that her arm is now free. She shoves him backward, breaking the kiss, then punches him for the second time in twenty four hours. She leaves the room at an almost inhuman pace, leaving Sasori to stare at the spot where she once stood, his hand absently rubbing his cheek.