Just A Glimpse (ItaIno Fanfiction)

Chapter 5 - Feelings

WARNING: Contains lime!

After the brief meeting, Itachi discretely visited the Yamanaka heiress. At the touch of nocturne, when the moon was full, he would be in her bedroom with his eye on her sleeping form. At times, he would visit more often with his duties as a member of the Akatsuki.

Ino felt him the second time he visited. Despite his well-hidden chakra and controlled emotions, his aura reached her senses, an alluring sense that softly coaxed her live, fiery one. Whenever he visited, she'd stay up later than her usual schedule but fall into the most calming sleep. The feel of his aura would stay with her all day, soothing her spirit like a soft autumn's lullaby.

Fear of him walking out on her kept her acting like she was asleep. It was only a few years later that she built up the courage to face him. It was on her 15th birthday, and he knew. He had set a box on her bedside table, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her cheek. It took all she had not to throw her arms around him, and burst in to tears with how much she had missed him.

But she had to be cautious. That was why when he had turned his back, his control wavering slightly at the pang of sadness the hit him, lightly darkening his warm aura, she moved with speed of a top kunoichi, hands moving quickly through handsigns, whispering softly. Mind Distraction Jutsu!

He froze on his tracks and she felt the link of her chakra to his brain, shakily controlling his body. He turned to face her under the control of the mind bender. His eyes had widened slightly before the sight of her softened his gaze as blazing eyes of blue watered at the sight of him.

It was relatively easy to control the Uchiha but that was since he was not struggling. Ino knew he could overpower her if he pleased yet she knew he wouldn't. Not with the soft look in his eyes, showing his gentle character.

Blinking away the tears that had clouded her vision, she parted her lips to talk but paused for a moment as she got lost in his dark eyes.

"Please don't go yet."

Her words warmed his heart and he felt as if his burden has been lifted off his shoulders. She wasn't afraid of him, nor did she held any disgust at his actions. In fact, with the pleading in her tone, she welcomed his presence.

He walked back to her as she controlled him to. When he stood in front of her bed, she released her jutsu and threw herself at him with a sob. "Oh Itachi!"

Her scent overwhelmed him, along with her softness. Her skin, her long hair.. it drew hid in like a moth to a flame. The years had done well to her, and she had started blooming a few months back. Her curves were nicely complimented by her nightie, and it made him grow stiff with worry as dangerous temptations plagued his mind. He tried to push it away yet it wasn't simple, not when she had herself pressed so close against him. He could only thank the thick material of his cloak or it would have been worse otherwise.

On the other hand, the blonde kunoichi was confused with her feelings for the dark featured man. It was truly unsettling. She felt her need for him like strings tugged at her heart and having him close after so long with the scent of sage and a hint of pine calming that need, bringing elation to her. So the young Yamanaka, a girl of truth, did not deny that indeed, it was love she felt for him

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Months passed ever since she had revealed that she knew of his visits. Gradually, he began to visit more often, finding her waiting for him as he came through her window. It was not that she always stayed up to wait for him. His timing was irregular, and staying up too late was not advised for a ninja. His aura would reach out to wake her up once he was close enough. At first, she found it peculiar. Her sensors for auras made up of emotions were not that strong. However, she realized the strength of their mental connection when his thoughts would slip into her mind.

Tonight, like other nights, she sat upon his lap as he leaned the headboard of her bed. His cloak was off, his dark shinobi gear displaying his lean built. He was relaxed under her with his eyes closed.

Ino's cheeks flushed as inappropriate thoughts entered her mind just as they did with his past visits. Ever since Anko had started training her, with the older woman's crude humor and forcing sex education, Ino has been more aware of the warmth he brought her and the longing for his touch.

Biting her lip softly, her eyes drifted to his lips and wondered how it would be like to kiss him. Not like how he had kiss her back then, but really kiss him.

So she threaded their fingers, causing his eyes to flutter open, with the female left amazed by the long lashes that framed his soft gaze as his eyes stared into her light hues curiously. She inhaled, shakily gathering up courage, before she leant in to kiss him softly.

Itachi could only widen his eyes at the feel of her lips, seemingly softer than the caress of velvet petals. Her scent invaded his senses, along with her soft touch, the sound of her. It was pure bliss. The man could not help but kiss back, the feel of her was agonizing and he craved more. Her arms wrapped around her waist yet he controlled himself, only pulling her gently, with their kiss a slow dance of genuine love.

The blonde felt heat rise to her cheeks, his gentleness bringing warmth to her heart. She had felt the raw emotion of the desire he controlled so well, soon concealed by the bittersweet emotion of need and pure love. Yet his desire had already affected her and she never was one to control her emotions well. Besides, the emotion was so foreign to the younger shinobi, she had no knowledge of its consequences. Sure, she had heard of it but she never felt it as she did at that moment.

The heat soon spread through her body, as if liquid fire had began to pulsate through her veins. She suddenly was aware of their position, how close they were with her on his lap, her legs over either sides of his. Unintentionally, their bodies rubbed against each other with their movements and she began to feel a ferocious need for him, making her draw him closer as her arms snaked around his neck. She had deepened their kiss, grinding against him with the Uchiha helpless to the weight of her desire. The blonde sure did possess a natural sensuality. What had started as something innocent had began to turn dangerously to the carnal dance and the man could feel his control slipping.

He wanted to succumb to their shared desires, to show her what she craved, what her curiosity wanted to know. He selfishly wanted her, despite her age, wanted to be the one she gave herself to. He wanted to show her his love for her and to calm the flame that burned within, sparked by the taste of her on his lips and the heat of her glorious body against him.

However, he reminded himself of her age and the possibility of the affection for him being an uncertainty to her. He reminded himself that she might have confused her feelings for him as a friend with ones of a lover. Forgetting her maturity, he remembered she was young. What he craved from her, she may regret later despite her want now.

So hesitantly, he pulled away, gently setting her back on her bed and standing up, pulling his cloak back over his figure.

The young girl was left to stare up at him with confusion in her eyes that soon watered at the rejection as she felt the emotion of desire leave him. Had I done something wrong?

"Ita-Itachi? Wha-"

"We can't." He cut her off, his tone blank but his eyes reflected his pleading for her to understand.

Except she didn't, with the desire clouding her judgement. He would explain but he knew she would only insist against his concerns for her, with her tendencies to act on impulse based on strong emotions and be selfless. Itachi also knew the possibility of him giving in if she touched him again. Even the sight of her fingers clenching the sheets, her hair over the pearly skin of her shoulders drove him weak with his desire. Still, he urged himself to control his emotions, knowing that she would sense any slip.

"But-" she began but he sighed with a shake of his head. "I have to go now, Ino-chan. I'll see you again later. " he gave a smile with the endearment before he vanished, using his crow teleportation jutsu so she could give no protest.

The Yamanaka fell to her bed, the desire fading, replaced by the aching tug of her heart, causing small tears to escape her eyes.

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