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Sakura surveyed the men assembled in her office, her official Hokage Composure well in place. Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Neji, Shino and Shikamaru stood before her; her closest friends along with advisors or members from the different prominent Konoha Clans. Behind her, as calm as ever, stood Itachi in full ANBU gear.

"Gentlemen," she said, her arms propped up on her elbows on her desk, her chin resting on her folded hands. "It has come to my attention that other nations view Konoha as having a vulnerability looming in her future."

Sasuke eyed Sakura, his arms folded across his chest. His gaze flickered to his brother, masked, who stood behind Sakura. Did he know what this was about? Had he spoken to Sakura since that night, several days ago?

"Following a recent goodwill mission to Suna, it was tentatively decided that Konohagakure would follow Suna's example and, for the sake of continuity and succession planning, adopt Suna's hereditary practice of passing the Hokageship down through the Hokage's direct line."

Sasuke's eyes shot to his brother, who remained still… and Sasuke noted the relaxed posture Itachi maintained, his loose shoulders, his masked face directed… somewhere in the distance at the back of the room?

Sasuke wanted to hit something.

Itachi was daydreaming. Of all the times for his model shinobi brother to daydream...

"As such," Sakura spoke out over the low mumbling of her assembled shinobi, "I will be interviewing candidates over the next several days to decide whom I would… like to start a family with. Preferably sooner rather than later. Suna have offered to assist with this endeavour, in a manner of intervillage collegiality."

"Who from Suna?" asked Naruto, baffled.

Sasuke looked at Naruto. It was a good question.

Fighting the urge to shift in her seat, Sakura held her head up. "Sasori. Kankuro." She paused, biting the inside of her cheek. "The Kazekage himself has also… volunteered."

Rubbing the back of his neck, Naruto pressed his lips together before speaking. "That's… that's a good thing, isn't it? In a way? You and Gaara having a kid, I mean. It would bond the villages together. We would never go to war again, having a kid shared between you. And you would always look after each other. The Villages, I mean."

Sakura nodded. "Yes."

"But what would it mean, to look outside the Village? Would the Clans see it as a slap in the face to seek such a connection? And the logistics of raising a child that could become either Kazekage or Hokage…" Shikamaru shook his head and mumbled under his breath.

"Hey!" said Naruto, suddenly brightening. "You used to like Sasuke!" he burst out.

Sasuke-in-question noticed his brother's back straighten as he focused back on the room and meeting once more. He wanted to close his eyes, knowing where Naruto was going next.

"I mean, it was a little while ago, but even you agreed it would be a good match, Sasuke!" Naruto grinned at his best friend. Obviously warming up to the idea, he practically bounced on his feet. "And then I could be its uncle, and you could be a papa, and Kakashi could babysit with his ninken, and—"

"We were teenagers then, dobe," said Sasuke, keeping one eye on his brother. His brother who was now watching him intently. "We're adults now. Besides, I'm not the Uchiha you should be talking to," he muttered.

Lifting his chin, Neji stepped forward. "I believe all eligible suitors should be able to present their offers to the Hokage for review."

"This is a family, not a business transaction!" said Naruto, wrinkling his nose at Neji.

"It… It is something to consider," said Sakura. "A review would be appropriate in this circumstance, as this is a transaction of sorts."

Sasuke watched Sakura, his closest friend outside Naruto, swallow and lift her head to face them all.

"A good suggestion, thank you, Neji. I will expect a proposition, for lack of a better word," she said, smirking, "from each interested party within forty eight hours. There is no need to drag this out. Each individual whose proposal is positively reviewed will receive a physical examination to ensure his ability to hold up his end of the bargain," she said. "And… if you have questions, please add them to your application. I will make a public announcement this afternoon. Your assistance is appreciated."

"I think you should just take Sasuke home tonight, and—"

"Naruto!" hissed Sasuke.

"—make sweet love on your bed!" finished Naruto loudly.

Sasuke was sure he saw red flickering behind Itachi's ANBU mask. That did it. He didn't care how many rumours he started, he was staying at Naruto's that night.

"Uh," Kakashi raised his hand. "Why am I here? I support all your decisions."

Sakura looked at him, blushing. "I'll need your help, regardless, Kakashi." She shrugged. "You're welcome to join in the pool, or just… help me raise the next Hokage." She smiled at him and shrugged. "You know so much, and you never got to be a dad. I thought you'd like to have a chance."

Kakashi stilled, and behind his mask he swallowed.

Slowly, Kakashi nodded. "Okay."

"Sorry, I probably should have talked to you about that in private, Kakashi," she said as the room emptied and he approached her desk. Itachi remained behind her. Soon it was the three of them behind closed doors.

Kakashi shook his head. "It's okay."

She leaned back in her seat as he rested his hip against her desk. "What do you say?"

"Me?" he asked.

"Yes, you!" she laughed. "You managed to raise the three of us. We weren't that much trouble," she teased.

He chuckled. "You were definitely trouble. All of you. But it was fun." He grinned at her, his eye creasing above his mask. "Are you doing this to get a peek at my face?"

Sakura laughed openly. "I saw it ages ago. I'm asking you to… to be part of this. To help me. To help shape Konoha's future leader. I think you'd be good at it. And it would be nice to know I had someone who supports me and my decisions guiding my child if I wasn't there."

Kakashi looked in her eyes, knowing what she wasn't saying.

"You'll be here for a good long time, Sakura," he said gently, standing and coming to a stop in front of her. He reached out and took her hand. "You won't do this alone. Of course I will help you."

Jumping to her feet, she grabbed Kakashi and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you!"

He chuckled and rubbed her back. "Give it some thought. This isn't a decision to take lightly."

"Don't I know it," she muttered, falling back into her seat with a sigh. She smiled up at him a moment later. "Thank you, really."

"I'm happy to help. Now, I have some papers to write," he said with a cheeky grin, leaping onto her windowsill.

"No crayon!" she shouted, giving him a glare. "And no haiku!"

His laughter tittering after him, he disappeared into the Village.

Sighing to herself, she smiled and let herself lean back, closing her eyes.

"A mistake."

"Hmmm?" Sakura turned around in her seat. She had almost forgotten Itachi was there during the course of the meeting. "What's a mistake?"

"This. All of this."

She laughed under her breath. "No. Other things have been a mistake, as someone recently pointed out to me. This is practical." She collected her meeting notes and organized them in a folder to be filed. "Why do you care? You were very clear what you thought of…" she swallowed. "Never mind."

"You can't live without your heart. You shouldn't," he said, unmoving.

"You can't live with yours. I think that says everything we need to say about this conversation. Of course, as clan head and shinobi of Konoha, you are more than welcome to submit a proposal for review. The due date is forty eight hours from now, and if you feel you need to be temporarily released from duty in order to accommodate this and any clan duties that will come into question in the meantime, I grant you a paid leave of up to three working days—"

"Do you know what I think about when I am with you in this office?" he asked softly.

"Or you can request a change of position or rotation back into ANBU's exterior ranks. I hear Sai is available. Which reminds me, I will need to advise him of this, too." She paused. "He always wanted a family."

At his sides, Itachi's hands curled into fists and he took a step forward.

"Sai spends his free time with Yamanaka Ino, more often than not," he said, voice tight. "I ask that you reconsider this direction of intention, Hokage-sama."

"Hmmm, you're right." Sakura nodded. "He does. Yamato, perhaps? Genma?"

"Stop it," said Itachi, taking another step closer. "And Shikamaru is courting Temari of Sunagakure. You know that."

"Hmmmm, which brings us back to… Gaara."

She rotated in her seat until she faced Itachi. "We know the child's eyes would be green," she said. "And his or her hair would be rose."

His chest moving up and down harshly, Itachi loomed over Sakura. His porcelain mask was polished so brightly it shone, like her heels.

"I would need to spend more time in Suna, of course. Extended periods. I wouldn't want to take you away from your Clan duties, so I would have to replace you, Captain." She met his stare. "Kakashi would, of course, fill in for me while I was away. Or, perhaps things would grow between us, he and I? We've known each other for a long, long time. We trust each other. We're honest with each other." She let her voice lower. "Perhaps… perhaps more could develop? And in time, perhaps it would be more than one child? Perhaps, together, we would find that we're more than just good working partners." She smiled at Itachi, her voice light. "We're so lucky to see the Uchiha line thriving. But the Hatake line… Well… I think it should be made a priority. Don't you… Captain?"

Itachi said nothing, but stared down hard into Sakura's eyes.

Without a word, he slipped off his mask and watched her, shaking his head once.

"What if I decide I want a family with another man, Captain?" Sakura said, crossing one leg over the other, her black stiletto heels in plain view. "Would you still wait outside my bedroom door at night? Would you still see me home so I could spend my night with another man?"

"Don't," he said softly.

"Don't what?" said Sakura, shrugging one shoulder. "Don't stay here? Don't move on? Don't keep going? I have business to attend to, Captain."

With that she turned away from him to face her desk again; only to feel her chair grabbed from behind and ripped around so she faced Itachi again, his crimson eyes pinwheeling.

"Don't let go," he said, his eyes boring into hers.

"Don't walk away," he said, his grip on her chair white-knuckled with the strain that tensed his entire body.

Sakura swallowed as she looked up at him.

He shook his head once, the lines of his face softening before the look in his eyes changed.

Hunger.

"And don't," he murmured, closing in on her lips, "call me 'Captain'."

He closed the distance between them, and Sakura felt a rushing in her veins as he sealed their lips together. Her eyes closed as she felt him take control of the kiss, pressing into her and dragging her up against him; her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, and she tangled her fingers in the ends of his long, loose hair, losing herself in his warmth, his strength, his possession. Relief, happiness, anticipation flooded her as she felt his firm body pressing into hers before lifting her up and settling her onto her desk.

Her papers and mementos crashed to the floor when she wrapped her legs around Itachi's trim waist. Her skirt rucked up around her middle, exposing thigh-highs and garter belt and she felt Itachi's warm hands smooth down her stockings with an appreciative growl. Her fingers made short work of his armour's straps. She flung it aside carelessly, heedless of where it landed or which window it crashed through.

She felt him chuckling against her, and blushed.

"Shut up," she murmured, kissing him again.

"Yes, Hokage-sama," he breathed again, loosening her hair from its pins.

His voice was velvet along her tantalizing skin and she arched up into him. "You are going to drive me crazy," she moaned as his lips made love to her throat. She gasped as he undid the first button of her blouse.

"I love your buttons," he breathed against her. "Do you know how often I dreamed of taking you on this desk?"

"No," she admitted, reaching for the clasp of his arm brace. "Tell me," she murmured against his ear, kissing down his jawline. "Tell me everything you want to do to me, Itachi."

She felt him shiver in her arms and smirked, committing his reaction to memory for later.

"Every day. Every day you walk in that door in those naughty heels," he gasped, pulling loose the hem of her shirt, "and you taunted me," he growled, biting at the buttons. With a quick tug he sent the remaining buttons flying across the room, some pinging against the wall or windows, baring Sakura's lace-covered breasts to his hungry eyes. He yanked her shirt free, chest heaving with his deep breaths.

Arching her back to give him better access, Sakura gasped when he reached for her, cupping her mounds. "I thought you liked my heels?"

"I do. I want to bend you over your desk every time you wear them," he hissed, leaning down to kiss his way down her throat.

Sakura slid her hand under his shirt and razed her fingertips down his muscular chest, smirking at him. "Why aren't you naked?"

He stared into her eyes a moment before smirking back. "As my lady commands."

She bit her lip. "So I can command you to do anything?"

"And I will gladly do it," he said, releasing his belt and watching her face flush beautifully.

Sakura lifted her legs free of his middle for a moment to watch him pull off his shirt, then, his eyes holding hers, he dropped his trousers to the floor in a heap.

… the elephants would be very jealous, said Inner with a strangled voice. Sweet Kami, we thank you for this blessing. We will never need batteries again...

With a small wiggle and lift of her hips, Sakura let her skirt fall to the floor, leaving her in her finest lingerie.

Her very coordinated, finest lingerie.

Which showed all her assets to their very best advantage.

Itachi just stood there, staring at her.

She bit her lip and crooked her finger at Itachi, her eyes lowering to half mast. She leaned forward and caught the end of his loose hair, wrapping it around her finger and pulled him closer.

"Hokage-sama," he breathed, barely able to speak.

"Hmmm?" she asked, nosing up and nuzzling his throat. With a dancer's grace she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him flush against her core, then began rolling her hips against his arousal. "Yes, Itachi," she purred.

"Did you plan to seduce me today?" he asked, incredulous.

"Did it work?" she whispered against his ear, smiling.

She felt his hips roll into hers as he lowered her to the desk, scooting her backside so it was at the edge. Then he trailed his fingers down her beautiful body, appreciating every inch. He held her eyes as he dipped his fingers below, then nudged aside the lace that covered her seeping core.

"Yes," he said, voice husky. He swallowed and grimaced as he watched her lift her hands up to knead and tease her still-lace-enveloped breasts under his very eyes. "Oh yes," he groaned as he stretched her in preparation. "May I?"

"Yes," she said, lifting her hips as she slid in home. She bit her lip as he filled her. "Oh my," she purred.

Meanwhile, Itachi's shoulders were tense as he grasped Sakura's hips in a bruising grip.

Her stocking feet still in her heels, Sakura crossed them behind Itachi's back, further lifting her hips off the desk. With a purring noise she urged him on, rolling into him.

And Itachi shook as he unleashed himself upon Sakura.

In the Hokage's office, the poor, beleaguered desk rattled and banged, scraping inch by inch across the floor with an awful, screeching noise.

On the floor below them, the scattered shinobi glanced at the ceiling as the suspended lights swayed. Bits of plaster and dust rained down upon the staff.

Outside, the birds took flight from under the eaves of the Tower's roof, cawing and hooting at being disturbed by the nearby presence of suddenly wild animals.

And a very pale Sasuke barred and locked the door of the Hokage's office where he'd been waiting outside to talk to his brother, but no, it could wait, everything could wait. Everything could wait forever because he really needed to unhear his brother and best friend saying… that… stuff… oh kami the sounds...

And as Sakura was screaming, "Yes, yes, oh sweet kami, Itachi, yes, keep going!" and Itachi was barely hanging on, groaning at the clutching, chakra-enhanced grasp Sakura's channel milked him by, cursing, "Fuck, Sakura, ride me harder!", Kakashi arrived back at the window to the Tower, took one look inside, and moved to the other side of the building where he unrolled his congratulatory banner and hung it from the Tower for all of Konoha to see.

"Congratulations on your first official ANBU booty call, Hokage-sama!"

It would be the best prank played on the Hokage for some time.

… they still named Kakashi their son's god-father.

(On a contract written in crayon.)

The End. (for now)

AN: We may see some one-shots later, but for now this one's (mostly) done. Happy Monday! Many thanks to tumblr user itasaku for the amazing prompts for this story! Come check me out on tumblr for the Smut Monday series, if you're interested in other little NSFW pieces. (This one was tame enough for me to post here, for once!)