Going to make the intro short and sweet, and get right to the meat of the matter. Pure and unadulterated smut.

Beta by 3DG

Pairing: Itachi and Sakura

Rating: Mature – contains adult content.

Forbidden Fruit

Sakura lie in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. A long day of training and a double-shift at the hospital left her exhausted, but she couldn't manage to relax enough to fall asleep. She tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable.

Sighing into the pillow, she rolled onto her back again. 'I'll have to take matters into my own hands, I guess.' It was something she tried not to do, but always managed to get her to sleep when she couldn't manage alone.

Maneuvering a little, she pulled up the baggy t-shirt she wore to bed over her breasts, and rubbed her nipples gently. She felt an almost imperceptible twinge in between her legs and growled in aggravation. She was so tired that arousal evaded her.

She was going to need a bit of a nudge to get turned on.

Fantasizing about someone helped. And strangely enough, it was never Sasuke she thought of when she was lonely like this. It was always her forbidden fruit, the one completely out of her league and off limits.

Her imagination placed him over her, hands running along the edges of her breasts. The faintest of moans escaped her lips, and into the night through her open window on the hot summer night.

"Itachi..."

That was exactly what she needed. Already she felt the familiar heat pooling low in her belly. Trailing her fingers down her flat stomach, she let one finger run over the line in the center of her panties. A shiver ran down her spine as she let out a gasp, his name sneaking out again. Moving the cloth out of her way, she lightly touched the nub hiding in her folds, and a long, low moan melted into the hot night.

She dipped that finger inside of herself and rubbed against that one spot that caused the hardest orgasms, using the lubrication from her own body as she massaged it. Her noises increased in volume and frequency, and she felt herself nearing the edge.

"Well, well. What have we got here? A tiny little cherry blossom caught in a very compromising position!" Itachi sat on her windowsill in full ANBU uniform, white mask almost glowing in the moonlight.

Sakura stopped her actions with a squeak, and pulled the cover over herself, the scent of arousal heavy in the air. "Uchiha-san! What... Why..." She stumbled over her words, wondering how long he had been listening, shame painting her face a bright red.

"You called out to me in the middle of the night, and I came to you. Anything else is irrelevant." He moved from her window and sat by her bed, removing his mask. "And by my first name, too. There is no need to be so formal now." His eyes darkened and voice dropped to a husky tone. "Don't you dare stop because I found you. I want you to keep going."

She shook her head. "I, I can't! It's not proper to do in front of people!"

"The person you call out to, the one you invite through moans so tantalizing always has a right to see." He reached out to touch a lock of pink hair. "Or join in. Which would you prefer, Sa-ku-ra?"

She moved away from him, closer to the wall, as if she could get away through it. "Uchiha-san, it's not right for you to be here now. It's late, and the whole village should be asleep."

He smirked and moved again to sit on her bed. He had caught her in a private moment, and there was no way he would let her forget it. "Except for you and I. That just means that no one will notice you screaming my name as I make you tremble."

Just the sound of his voice was doing that, and she squirmed under his gaze, trying to lessen the screaming need in between her thighs. "Uchiha-san..."

"I told you not to be so formal with me. One of the lessons I'll teach you tonight. The other is to answer my questions. Will you finish while I watch, or will I finish it for you?" In one quick movement he pinned her to the bed, lips covering hers to prevent a possible scream. He heard only a low moan as her mouth opened to his and her tongue snuck out to run along his. He growled and pressed her against his body, feeling soft breasts and warm skin. Pulling away, he chuckled. "I will take that as your answer."

Itachi unzipped his ANBU vest and let it drop to the floor with a small thud. His mesh shirt followed, and Sakura gasped at his body, all lean muscle and pale skin. His eyes met hers again as he pulled his hair out of the ponytail he always kept it in. "Is this appealing to you, cherry blossom? I want to make the memory of this shine brighter than any fantasy you may have."

She was mesmerized. All that beauty, here in her bed, and she was too dumbfounded to be coy, or sexy. All she could do was nod.

"Good. Now let's see if we can make you moan my name again." He leaned over her, trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck. Drawing his hands down the seam of her shirt, he pulled it up, exposing her upper body to him. He didn't grab her roughly, like she expected him to do, but made lazy circles around her bellybutton that made her abdominal muscles twitch, and muscles deep within her quiver.

Ever so slowly, he let one finger trace the line of the darkened skin around her nipples, and he heard her breath hitch. He chuckled and leaned down to lick one of the rosy buttons, and her back arched off of the bed.

"Sensitive. Responsive. Delicious." Itachi pulled a kunai out of the pouch and sliced her shirt off of her. "Will cold metal excite you, too?" He flipped it in his hand and trailed the hoop end along her thighs, them opening for better access to the place that was begging for his touch. He pressed the end to the most sensitive spot, and she moaned, grinding her hips against it as she grabbed at his shoulders for something to hold on to.

Delight dancing in his eyes, he held her hips down with one hand as he quickly cut through the white cotton. Sakura now lie naked in the moonlight with the man of her fantasies taking in every inch of her skin. He arranged himself beside her, and whispered in her ear, "Sakura, has any man ever told you how absolutely breathtaking you are?"

She shook her head, unable to get rid of a flush that seemed to be just for him now. "No. I've never..."

"Oh. My little cherry blossom is untouched?"

She nodded, looking at the wall, too ashamed of herself to meet his eyes.

He ran his fingers along the insides of her thighs, purposefully missing the one spot that begged for attention. She groaned and writhed, embarrassed but incredibly aroused at the same time. He turned her face to his. "Sakura, I want to change that for you. Will you let me?"

She tried to think it through logically, but her higher functions had shut down. All she knew was that a beautiful man was in her bedroom and she was aching for something only he could give. She slowly nodded, and he kissed her passionately, sneaking a finger into her warmth as their tongues touched. She cried out again, wrapping her arms around his neck, and her hands tangling in his hair.

Itachi growled as he pulled his finger back a little. Her body held onto him so strongly, she was so tight. He couldn't help but push the digit in again, a little further. Noises of approval encouraged him on as he attempted to loosen her muscles. A woman like this deserved a gentle touch the first time, and he had already blown that out of the water. He was determined to make sure she didn't regret this choice in the morning. He held her closer, stroking her hair as he continued to open her body.

Kissing her forehead, he asked, "Can you handle more?"

Nodding, she pushed her hips against his hand, encouraging him. He smiled, an honest smile, something she had never seen on his face. He pushed a second finger into her, and she moaned, "Itachi."

He pulled her close, his hand wedged tight within her. "Do that again," he growled into her hair.

She moved her face a little, until she could moan in his ear, "Itachi-sama."

His pants were achingly constricting as his manhood twitched. He wasn't ready to give in, but he couldn't wait much longer to be inside of her, to feel her tremble around him. He slid his fingers out and unzipped his pants, wriggling awkwardly out of them. He was free, and the weight of her eyes on his member caused another twinge to run through him. Looking to her again, a serious look in his eyes, he asked, "This is your last chance to say no. I won't be able to stop myself."

Sakura shook her head. "Please, don't stop." She tugged on his arm, trying to pull him closer, to pull him into the places that needed him.

He kissed her tenderly and positioned himself above her, his manhood bumping against her thighs, and finally aligned with her entrance.

She wiggled her hips and arched her back, the invitation clear to him that right now she would be his.

Itachi slid inside of her, gasping at the glorious heat, the beautiful moisture, and the sudden stop. He bumped against that bit that held him back. Pulling her into a hug, he kissed her again while one quick and powerful thrust sent him through the wall that barred his passage.

She cursed into his mouth, the pain ripping through the most delicate parts of her body. She held on to him as the pain lessened slowly.

"When you're ready, Sakura."

Looking at him, she nodded. "The pain is nothing. I have you with me."

He smiled and kissed her again, pulling out of her by just a fraction. Hearing her gasp at the change, he pushed himself back in as far as he could go, and a low moan came with it. "Is that good?"

Words failed her, and she just moved her hips against him, face flushed.

Mimicking his movements before caused another moan, tinged with his name. He growled against her neck, gooseflesh running down her body. He thrust into her, a little harder this time, and the volume increased. She writhed, mewls sneaking out, begging for more constant movement. He could only oblige as he set a pace for her.

She moved her lithe form against him, and with each push, she raised her hips to meet him, allowing the pressure to build in her, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. "Itachi, I'm... I..." Words failed her yet again, and he felt her legs tremble around him.

He understood exactly where she was. "Come with me, cherry blossom. Call my name and come with me."

She screamed out, "Itachi!!" and dug her fingernails into his back as her walls clamped down on him and spasamed.

He grunted and bucked his hips, burying himself deep inside of her as he released, and all but collapsed on top of her, panting hard.

She stroked his hair softly, basking in the afterglow, and kissed the crown of his head. "Itachi, that was amazing."

He smiled and kissed her deeply. "I'm glad. You are incredible, Sakura-chan."

Blushing again, she hugged him closer to her. "But still, why? Why did you come to me tonight?"

"Tonight wasn't the first night I've listened to you." He moved off of her and curled up by her side. "I couldn't help listening all those times, hearing you call my name. You fascinated me. The girl who during the daylight chased after my brother, and at night dreamed of me. I had to see what would happen." Sighing, he opened himself up for her grudgingly. "I had to know if you would accept me if you knew I wouldn't run. So I had to force your hand, so to speak." A mischievous grin flashed across his face. "And I wanted you. My brother never noticed, but I have. You've grown into a beautiful woman. I worried I never had a chance before, and when you opened your window, I knew I needed to make a move." He kissed her once more. "Now it's up to you."

She blinked, arranging to lay on his shoulder. "Up to me to do what?"

He wrapped his arm around her. "To decide where I will fit into your life, if at all."

She raised a brow. "You mean, basically, you want to stay with me, and for us to be together?"

He nodded. "Again, Sakura, you have a choice."

"Itachi, I want you to stay with me."

Growling again, his lips met hers, settling his claim on her.

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