Sakura was aware of morning's bright light shining on her face, warming her skin and coaxing her senses into a state of wakefulness. But she was so incredibly comfortable that she didn't want to get up. A yawn pulled at her lips and as she stretched, her shoulder bumped a hard body behind her as her hand collided with something firm in front of her. This... was not right. Instantaneously, her eyes popped open.

In front of her was Sasuke, sleeping soundly, bare chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. Bare... chest. She gulped.

"You like the way I feel inside you?"

Feeling her face grow hot, she took a deep breath and held it. That wasn't just a dream; that all really, really, happened. Then... she fought back the apprehension and tilted her head to the side to look behind her. With a face almost as serene as his brother's, laid Itachi.

"If we do this there is no going back."

Sakura clenched her eyes shut. What had they done? What had she done? She was supposed to be the voice of reason. She was supposed to be the one that had it all together. She certainly didn't feel like she had anything together. Panic took hold in her chest, and she bolted upright, gasping for air.

"Shit..." she whispered. "Fuck!" Anxiety filled her. "Shit... Oh shit!" Her voice grew louder. "Shit!"

A grumble to her left made it even worse, and she froze as Itachi stirred. "Go back to sleep, Sakura."

"Sleep?! How can you say that at a time like this?" she practically screeched.

A loud yawn to her right grabbed her attention and she turned to Sasuke as he rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Why are you two so loud?"

"She's the one being loud," Itachi retorted, eyes still closed as he absently scratched at his neck.

"How are you so calm?" she demanded. "Do you realize what happened last night?"

Sasuke chuckled as he stretched beside her and Itachi finally pulled himself up onto his elbow and cracked his eyes open, blinking against the invasive sunlight. "You kissed both of us, confessed your feelings, kissed both of us some more. Then I proceeded to undress you, and-"

She slapped her hand over his mouth and glared at him. "I don't need a play by play recount of last night, idiot!"

She could feel him smile beneath her hand, and then his eyes left hers, staring below her chin. Then she realized exactly what he was staring at and let go of his mouth to cross her arms over her naked chest. "Idiot," she repeated.

"Didn't I tell you that we'd figure it all out, Sakura?" Sasuke asked.

She nodded, but for some reason she couldn't quell the rising shame, embarrassment, and guilt – and tears sprang to her eyes. The brothers traded a glance behind her back, as if sensing the shift in her mood. Sasuke sat up, followed by Itachi. The younger Uchiha placed a hand to her back. "What's wrong, Sakura?"

"I just... I'm an awful person, aren't I?"

"Of course not," Itachi replied, jumping in to soothe any doubts. "Why would you say that?"

"I'm disgusting... You should've made me choose. I was expecting you to be angry, and that we'd argue, and... instead I let both of you... when I've never done anything like that before in my entire life...!"

"Do you think I've done what we did before?" Sasuke asked.

The stress in Sakura's brow relaxed, and she shook her head. "No."

Itachi smoothed his fingers down her arm. "And me?"

She met his gaze, sincerity apparent even though they were still glazed with sleep. "No..."

"Sakura, I don't think any of us know what we're doing," Sasuke admitted. "I don't think any less of you for what we did together. I don't think you're disgusting at all. In fact, I find you rather sexy."

She huffed out a laugh and wiped her cheek free of sliding tears. "But... you're brothers..."

"And you're an only child. What's your point?"

"I feel like this is all going to end badly... and you'll both leave me anyway, which is what I was trying to avoid in the first place. And instead, I feel like last night just made everything more complicated."

"It'll all work out, Sakura."

"How?! You get me on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays while Sasuke gets me Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays?"

"That schedule's actually not that bad," Itachi teased.

She rolled her eyes and hit him in the chest, turning away from him and to Sasuke. "What do we do?"

Sasuke could still see the distress hidden in her eyes and he pulled her to him, wrapping his arm around her in comfort. "We do what anyone else in a relationship does, and we take every day as it comes. I can still walk you home, and we can still eat together, train together – none of that has to change."

Itachi made a noise of agreement. "You're still the one I trust when it comes to the Sharingan and treating me medically. We can still have tea together, and you are still welcome at the compound. Mother loves your help in the garden."

Sakura smiled, although it was weak. "Speaking of, what about your parents?"

"They don't have to know."

"You don't think they'll figure it out?"

"I don't see it as a problem at the moment," Itachi assured her.

"Neither do I," Sasuke agreed.

"So everything stays the same and this," she paused to gesture to the three of them, "stays a secret."

"Yes."

"Because no one will understand the complexity of our feelings and the nature of such a relationship," Itachi elaborated.

Sasuke's hand squeezed her shoulder. "It'll be okay, Sakura. You'll see."

"I believe you..." She turned and looked to Itachi. "I do."

"Then why do you look so worried?"

A lovely shade of pink bloomed across her cheeks. "I... have to go to the bathroom... and take a shower."

"Then go," Itachi replied.

"But I'm... naked."

The brothers laughed and Sasuke spoke up. "It's not like we haven't seen you."

"Or touched you."

"Or tasted you."

"Okay!" she yelped, obviously embarrassed.

"I'll go first, then," Itachi said with a small yawn and got out of bed. Sakura couldn't stop her eyes from following his lean, naked form as he strode with confidence to the bathroom.

Sasuke rubbed his hand across her back, and when she turned to him, caught her off guard with a chaste kiss. He smirked, and Sakura couldn't help but feel self conscious under his penetrating gaze. He ran his fingers along her jaw. "You really shouldn't be so embarrassed. After last night, you should know that you have nothing to hide from me. You're gorgeous, Sakura."

"I guess it's just easier when you're just going with how you feel in the moment...you just act without thinking..."

"The heart isn't rational, it's not supposed to be."

"I guess you're right."

"Sakura, last night was amazing. I loved every moment with you. I just want you to know that."

The sound of the toilet flushing reached them and Itachi came out from the bathroom. Sasuke groaned and held his hand up over his eyes. "Gah, put that thing away! Have some decency, nii-san!"

Sakura bit back a smile of her own. Itachi seemed unfazed by his younger brother. "Are you planning on covering up for the lady?"

Sakura looked at him with a quirked brow. "Oh come on, you have nothing to hide from me," she teased, repeating his words.

He threw back the blankets, covering Sakura's head with them. She pulled them down, expecting him to have made a dash for it while she couldn't see, but he was standing there in all his glory – expression neutral even though his cheeks were slightly pink.

Sakura stiffened as he bent forward at the waist to be eye level with her. He kissed the tip of her nose. "Nothing to hide." And then he was walking away, and just as she had done with Itachi she let her eyes roam over his physique.

The warmth of Itachi's hands on her back brought her back to him. His lips pressed to her shoulder. "Besides the screeching, I rather enjoyed waking up beside you."

She felt her cheeks warm at his teasing, but then he was kissing her skin again and she closed her eyes to soak it all up. "I'd like to try it again," she admitted, and it made him pause. "And not be so freaked out so... I could enjoy it more."

"We have plenty of time, Sakura. I imagine this won't be the last time."

"I really hope so."

Sasuke emerged from the bathroom. "You want breakfast?"

"I really do need to shower, but... um..." Her eyes fell on his flaccid length and she blinked, forcing herself to look away and remember what she was saying. "But you two can help yourself to whatever you'd like."

Sakura climbed out of bed and stood, fighting back the urge to cover herself. She could feel both of their eyes on her, but she wasn't going to hide. "I'll be out soon."

Their stares followed after her until she disappeared behind the bathroom door. Once she was gone it was like the spell had been broken, and Sasuke leaned down to fetch his boxers from the floor. "Come on, get dressed."

"Why?" Itachi asked as he stretched.

"So you can help me with breakfast."

"You heard the woman, she said to help ourselves to whatever we'd like. And while that may be food for you, I have something else in mind."

Sasuke scowled at him in a pure annoyed sibling manner."I don't think she meant to feed your sexual appetite..."

"Hunger is hunger."

oOoOo

Sakura cranked on the water and stood under the hot spray that comforted the mild aches in her body. Aches that brought back memories of what had transpired between her and the brothers. A shred of disbelief still lingered over her... she had never dreamed that events would play out as they had. She was happy – and anxious – yet pleased that it turned out as it did. The secrecy bothered her, but she understood the need for it. If she were to go around being openly affectionate with both of them word would spread and eventually get back to their parents. Konoha was big, but everyone knew somebody that knew something – a perk (or downside) of living in a ninja village.

Sakura grabbed her shampoo and then lathered up her hair, trying not to dwell on it. Like they had told her, they'd just take every day as it came. Their kind of relationship was different, but still a relationship consisting of emotions, of give and take, of good and bad just like any other. Besides, if they both loved her and were okay with it, why should she choose? Life was too short, especially in their field, to get hung up on the what-ifs.

She tilted her head back under the water to wash the suds out when she heard the door to the bathroom close.

"Yes?" she called out playfully.

Itachi's voice came back in reply. "May I join you?"

"In the shower?"

She could barely hear his chuckle. "It wouldn't do me any good if I went home smelling like sex."

"I suppose not. Come on in."

The shower door opened and Itachi stepped inside. He grinned at Sakura as she stepped to the side to allow him under the water. Since the shampoo she had was all undeniably feminine, he skipped washing his hair and simply let the water wash away traces of his prior activities. He couldn't keep his eyes from following the rivulets of water cutting paths down her body through the soapy bubbles.

Sakura blinked as his hand came out beside her. "Want me to wash your back?"

"Sure. Thank you." A tiny hum filled the shower space as he began to drag the loofah across her shoulders. "What's Sasuke doing?"

"He said something about making breakfast. He's a better cook than me anyway."

Itachi found himself smiling at the sound of her soft laughter. Once he had finished soaping her up, he pulled her under the water with him. She sighed feelings his hands glide over her.

"We should probably hurry so we don't miss breakfast then."

His arms snaked around her then so he could keep her pressed against him. His thumb skimmed over the swell of her breast to brush over her nipple, and her breath hitched as he hummed against her ear.

"What I want to gobble up right now is you."

"I-Itachi..."

His other hand smoothed down her hip and across her pelvis. The damp, coarse hair adorning her mound tickled his fingers as he found the spot he had been seeking. He smirked as her body tensed in his hold.

"But... breakfast," she protested weakly.

"Can wait."

The breath left her lips as he pressed down, circling the tip of his finger. He pressed his face to her neck, kissing and licking at the droplets of water. "I want to hear you moaning my name again. I think it was one of the sweetest sounds I've ever heard."

Sakura blushed, but didn't reply. It was a little disconcerting how she couldn't seem to form coherent sentences when under such pleasurable assault from either Uchiha. It all just felt so incredibly amazing that she didn't want to focus on anything besides him and the stirring in her gut.

With his fingers still teasing her center, Itachi lowered himself, nipping at certain parts of her body – like her shoulder blade, her hip, the top curve of her ass – and he chuckled at her squeak. At his silent urging, Sakura turned around and found herself speechless at the desire burning in his eyes. His hair stuck to the sides of his face and fell across his shoulders and chest in inky tendrils.

Sakura had to brace herself, spreading her arms open and laying her palms flat – one on the tiled wall, the other on the shower panel – as he lifted her right leg. Still kneeling before her, he hooked an arm under her raised leg and gripped her hip for support with his free hand. She was fully exposed to him and there wasn't much she could do but hold on. His nose brushed against her folds, making out her faint scent underneath the smell of water and soap, followed by his hot breath. Sakura watched on intently, agonizing over each second in anticipation.

Then the velvet friction of his tongue found her and she mewled as his hot muscle laved up and down her slit teasingly before his tongue curled, the tip parting her folds.

"Itachi..."

He dragged it upward, turning his eyes up to watch her face. She was beautiful, cheeks flushed already and vivid eyes trained solely on him.

Sakura felt her stomach tighten as she met his gaze. She felt like his stare alone could devour her. Not breaking eye contact, he closed his mouth over her clit. Her back arched and he tightened his grip on her as he continued to swirl his tongue.

"Oh... my god," she stuttered.

His hand kneaded at a firm cheek, holding her against his ravaging mouth. Sakura was dizzy – the warmth of the shower, the heavy wisps of steam, and his hungry tongue only heightened the sensation. She had never done anything so scandalous in the shower before, and one thing was for sure: she'd never be able to bathe again without thinking about this moment.

She gasped as a finger plunged into her core and his moan reverberated through her. She whimpered when he pulled away, and nearly died when he licked his lips.

"God, you're so wet."

"And whose... fault is that?" she managed to ask.

"Oh, I take full responsibility," he replied before fixing his mouth to her again, his tongue replacing his finger as he probed her sweet center and took his fill of her flavor.

Sasuke had picked up Sakura's clothes from the kitchen floor and folded them up neatly before placing them on the corner of the table. He placed their glasses in the sink and then rummaged her fridge for breakfast items. He cut up an assortment of fruit, dividing it between three separate bowls. Then he cracked half a dozen eggs, whisking them together so he could fry them like an omelet and then roll it up. Then he toasted three pieces of bread, wondering if he should leave them plain or use some of the marmalade she had.

He sighed as he set the table. They were taking an awfully long time, and now that he was done Sasuke had nothing to occupy his thoughts. He tried not wondering about what they were doing in there, but all he could see were images of Sakura in his mind. She had looked so sexy whimpering and breathless, and the way she shuddered around him...

Sasuke popped a piece of fruit into his mouth and chewed it hastily, trying to clear his mind. Damn it, why weren't they out yet? Breakfast was getting cold. Against his better judgment, he headed toward the bathroom and paused outside the door. He could hear moans on the other side and grit his teeth. He couldn't believe Sakura would be so easily swayed by his brother (although that was a lie it somehow made him feel better). Maybe he was just a little sour that he didn't get to her first. He opened the door gently and without sound; puffs of steam quickly escaped, tickling his nose.

"Ungh! Ita-ah!-chi... oooh..."

Sasuke fit himself through the narrow opening he created and pushed the door to before stepping forward. His mouth went dry. Pressed against the tinted shower panel were Sakura's breasts, her hands splayed on either side of them. He could make out the slap of flesh in time with her breasts being smushed against the door. Her fingers clawed at the panel, streaking through the foggy haze covering it.

"You feel so good... ffffu- come with me," Itachi growled.

"I'm right there! Ah! Don't stop!"

Sasuke could feel himself grow hard, and all he wanted was to suck on those perfectly pink nipples. They looked absolutely tantalizing, and some dark part of him enjoyed how they seemed to be showcased for him and yet he couldn't touch.

Oblivious to their guest, Itachi kept pounding into her tight heat. He had originally planned simply to make her succumb to pleasure with only his mouth, but having her on his tongue made a fire dance to life within him. The raw need to have her coursed through his veins and the stiff ache between his legs was persistent and refused to be ignored – especially when she'd moan about how badly she wanted him inside of her. How could he deny her such a request?

Even now, thinking about how she had moaned so wantonly as he pushed pass her folds and filled her made his pulse quicken, his soul blaze. He was already so damn close. He drove his hand between her legs, finding her fleshy pearl with ease.

Sakura gasped as his fingers toyed with her, heightening her pleasure. Her forehead rested against the shower as she surrendered herself to the feeling, let it lift and carry her upward – for as amazing as the fall was, the climb was pretty breathtaking as well.

Her walls fluttered around his length as the coil tightened in her belly to the point where it could be compressed no further. "Itachi... I'm... you're gonna make me..."

"Come... I want to feel you come with me deep inside you."

She gasped for breath as it snapped forth, causing her body to go taut as a pure sense of gratification flowed through her. A keening cry left her lips as her body dissolved into a shudder, still aware of his fingers glancing her swollen clit as he followed after her into orgasmic bliss, thrusting against her in jerky, erratic movements that eventually slowed.

Sakura let out a noise of content as his lips found her neck.

"That was amazing," he murmured against her.

She nodded with a smile. "Yes, it was..."

He grunted as he pulled out from her, allowing her to remove herself from the glass panel. When she turned around, he pulled her to him, bending to catch her lips. Her flavor was faint on his tongue as it twisted with hers, and she hummed in delight as she threw her arms around his neck. She promptly squeaked when he turned her into the now cool water, and he chuckled as she pulled away.

"Hey!"

His hand went back between her legs and her eyes widened as she met his gaze. His touch was less sensual as he cleaned her with his hand under the water. "This was the whole point of the shower in the first place, yes?"

Her cheeks reddened as she mumbled, "I can do it myself..."

He kissed her forehead. "You should get out, dry off, and go eat breakfast before Sasuke gets upset. I'll be out in a moment."

His hand left her and he stood fully under the water to shield her from its cold spray. She gave him a smile, a nod, and then slid open the door to get out. Sakura grabbed a big, fluffy towel and set one out for Itachi. She wrapped it around her and then picked up a smaller one for her hair. She'd have to go to her room to get dressed. At least Sasuke would be in the kitchen; she'd be embarrassed if he had stayed in bed naked.

She left the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and as she turned around she was met with Sasuke's broad chest. Startled, she threw her hand up and then smacked his chest. "Sasuke-kun!"

He didn't say anything, simply looked at her. She picked up the smaller towel she had dropped and began running it over her hair again. "Let me get dressed and I'll be right out to join you for breakfast, okay." She stepped around him and continued to her room. "What did you end up deciding on?"

His hand snatched her wrist and he pulled her to him. She was cold and water cut down her neck, trickling down over her collarbone and between the valley of her breasts. He couldn't help but follow after it. His fingers pinched her towel as he turned his gaze to hold hers. "You. I want you, Sakura."

She opened her mouth to reply, but it went unheard as his mouth slanted over hers. He jerked the towel away from her body, letting it pool on the floor. She squeaked into the kiss, and his hand came up – fingers threading into wet locks – to hold her head to his as he continued to plunder the cavern of her mouth. Her body shivered lightly against his from the cold, but she was an inferno inside. His hands explored every curve and dip of her, exciting her as if she hadn't just been sated.

Sasuke's hands caressed her almost possessively, reveling in the slickness of her skin from the shower. She was already warming under his touch, and he smirked as she gasped for air when he finally released her. His hot lips traveled down her neck, peppering over her collarbone as he bent further down to encase a perky nipple with his mouth. She arched against him with a moan, her fingers curling in his raven locks as he flicked the pebbled peak with his tongue. It was almost unsettling how wild she drove him in the span of a few moments.

He gripped her thighs and lifted her with ease, and she wrapped her legs around him as she cast a smile down at him. She was aware of them going away from her bedroom, but at that moment she didn't care. She had no idea what he had in store for her, but she'd take all of it.

She took the edge of her bottom lip between her teeth as she could almost feel the heat radiating from his stare. "Sasuke-kun..."

"When you say my name like that..." he whispered.

"Yes, Sasuke-kun?"

His lips attacked the milky column of her throat. "God that turns me on so much," he muttered against her skin before nipping at the sensitive tendon there.

With her legs helping to support her weight, he was able to glide his hand higher up to her ass, where he curved it inward. Sakura felt his fingers tease between her folds just mere moments before a long finger slipped inside her. He rocked it in and out of her until they reached their destination. He deposited her onto her table, pushing her back onto it as he laid her down, lips voracious in their quest to suckle every inch of exposed skin.

Sakura brought her hands up to her head, tangling them in her hair as his teeth grazed over a stiff nipple. "I saw you in the shower," he admitted against the rosy bud.

A blush worked its way into her cheeks. "You... did?"

"Your breasts pressed against the glass, all I wanted was to do this." He sucked the pebble hard into his mouth.

A low moan tumbled from her lips and his hand ran up along her inner thigh. He teased the juncture of her thigh with a feather light touch, completely opposite of the harshness of his mouth. He released her with a wet pop, her nipple fully distended and reddened by his work. He thrust a finger into her center as he came down to show its twin the same attention. Sakura's head was swimming, unable to focus on much else besides the wonderful things he was doing to her.

Mouth still latched to her, he lifted his eyes to watch her. Her tongue swiped across her lips and they glistened under the light as she ooh-ed and ah-ed and whimpered and huffed. He could feel her body undulating gently beneath him, seeking out more. And even though he would've loved to draw this out, to tease her until she was begging for release, he couldn't deny that he wanted her just as badly. He craved her, needed her, ached for her.

He pulled back, his fingers slipping from her and she moaned at the loss. With adept fingers, he undid the buttons and zipper on his pants.

"R-right here?" she asked in surprise as she realized what he was doing.

"Yes, right here," he replied as he pushed his clothing down.

His erection sprang free and Sakura, flushed with want, recalled how good he felt moving within her. She didn't seem to mind then if he wanted to take her right there on her kitchen table – or any other surface, horizontal or not.

His hands were needy as he grabbed her waist and pulled her to the edge of the table. "Are you ready?" he asked as he took his rigid length in his hand.

She nodded eagerly, too turned on to be embarrassed of her impatience. Her breath hitched as she felt the smooth tip of him bump against and align with her entrance. With one fluid motion he eased into her, every inch of him, until he could go no further. His name left her in a breathy cry before he leaned down to capture her lips once more.

Fully dressed, Itachi emerged from Sakura's bedroom. His hair was still damp and pulled back into a ponytail. He had already picked up the towels that had been cast aside in the hallway. Sakura's soft moans reached his ears and he knew she was engrossed in other activities besides having breakfast – he smirked – or maybe she was.

When he rounded the corner he couldn't help but hone in on the erotic scene taking place at the table. Sasuke's shirt was still on, but Sakura's creamy fingers were clawing at it in desperation. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted and swollen by kiss... they would round or her tongue would run across them when it was obvious that he was doing something that she found particularly enjoyable. His brother's face was buried at her slender neck.

Looking to the places that had been set, he chose to sit directly across from them. Who didn't like a good show with their meal?

Sasuke looked away from her neck, meeting his brother's gaze. Itachi's brow quirked and he made a gesture for him to continue. Don't mind me, said the wave of his hand before he brought a piece of fruit to his mouth. Sakura had yet to realize that they had been joined and that made Sasuke even hotter.

"Off," she mumbled in protest, gathering his shirt with her fingers.

So Sasuke pulled back, letting her pull the garment off over his head. Her hazy eyes drank in the sight of his sculpted torso and the delicious flex of muscle as he drove his hips to meets hers. He was so sexy, and he was hers, and the thought delighted her to no end.

"Sasuke-kun..."

He palmed a breast, kneading the flesh and grazing her nipple as he took her thigh in his free hand, holding her leg open. The subtle change did wonders and she cooed, her head lolling to one side. "Oooh... so... good..."

"You like that?"

She hummed as he fell into his rhythm, rocking her body to meet his. The gentle tilt of her pelvis ensured that he glanced that spot within her with every thrust, and as it heightened her pleasure it had other noticeable effects.

"Fuck," he growled. "You're so wet."

She moaned as he came to stand fully, interrupting their perfect rhythmic dance. He took her other thigh and held her fully open. Her back curved a little under his guidance, and she cried out as his hips snapped forward. She looked so pretty, her hooded eyes fixed on him and chest heaving, and like this he could watch his cock as it disappeared into her over and over again.

Itachi picked up his glass of still cold juice and brought it to his lips, his eyes still drawn to her breasts as every thrust jarred them in an enticing way. She was the perfect accompaniment to the sweet, juicy segment of orange he slid into his mouth. His tongue chased after a droplet that spilled from the corner of his lips. The lewd squelching sound of Sasuke pounding into her only made him imagine how dripping wet she must be. How he'd love to chase that sweet nectar with his tongue again.

Instead, he cut into his eggs and watched her body tremble as Sasuke dropped a leg to favor her clit.

The added stimulation danced across Sakura's nerve endings in electric shocks. "Un... don't stop!"

"Yeah... you gonna come?" he asked, voice dangerously low and husky

"Oh!... Yes! Aaah, right there!"

Sasuke's hips moved more erratically; he was on the brink of coming undone. He had to get her there. "Fuck... yes, you're going to come so hard for me."

Sakura's arms fell open to the sides where the gripped the edges of the table. "I'm... about to – ah! Sasuke!"

The wood protested as her fingers squeezed, her back bowing. Her body began to quake and a deep satisfied moan parted her lips.

So beautiful.

The flush of her skin, the sound of her succumbing to bliss – Sasuke hung on long enough to enjoy the beauty of her climax. The pulsating squeezing of her slick passage demanded that he join her – and he gave it all to her with a final snap of his hips, an ardent shout, and a slow grind against her as he emptied his seed.

Sasuke hunched forward, catching himself on his forearms, and rested his head on her chest. She eased her fingers from the table and sank them into his hair in a loving manner. Sakura hummed, a smile working its way through her lips

He kissed her skin, nose grazing the side of her breast as he turned and lifted his head to look at her. She was grinning and he couldn't help but smile back. "What is it?"

She shook her head, almost as if still in disbelief. "I just... you're going to make sure I can never look at any inch of my apartment the same again."

He chuckled. "Probably."

Sakura's head turned to the side, away from his hot stare, and she could see the edge of a plate and some toast in her peripheral. "Sorry I was late for breakfast."

"It's okay."

"The eggs have gotten cold anyway," Itachi remarked.

Sakura gasped, body jerking in surprise as his voice startled her. She missed Sasuke's sigh of annoyance as she craned her head back to look to the spot at the head of the table. Itachi was fully dressed and the majority of the food on his plate, save for a section of eggs, was gone. A ferocious blush creeped across her face. "You... you've been there...? Watching?"

He nodded, adding a noise of affirmation

She looked back to Sasuke who didn't seem so surprised. She covered her face with her hands. "Oh my... you two are horrible!"

She heard their chuckles in reply and huffed with a smile. "I think... I think maybe I should go get dressed," she resigned with a somewhat embarrassed sigh.

Sasuke pulled out from her with a light moan, spent and sated. He took her hand in his and pulled her up. The curve of his knuckles smoothed down her cheek, and then he was sweeping in, taking her lips in a gentle kiss.

"I'll make you some fresh eggs," he whispered as he pulled away.

She grinned at him. It was strange to feel both childish and womanly at the same time. "Okay."

Her toes met the floor first, and crossing her arms, she peeked over her shoulder to find Itachi was still watching her. Even though they had both told her she was beautiful and had nothing to hide – as they had both seen her in all her glory – it was still hard to not feel self-conscious under their eyes.

"Hey!" Sakura yelped in protest as something was pulled on over her head without warning. She glared at Sasuke who was fighting back his amusement.

"There. Now go get dressed."

That's when Sakura realized that the something was his shirt. She slid her arms through the sleeves and pouted at him. "You're lucky I like you and... thank you."

He nodded and Sakura finally stood, relieved to find that the bottom hem covered her to the top of her thighs. "I'll be back in a minute," she announced before disappearing down the hall.

The brothers' eyes met and Itachi smirked. "Call it even."

The younger man's brow creased. "Call what even?"

"I know you were watching us in the bathroom, pervy little brother," he teased.

Sasuke's ears reddened, but he cloaked his embarrassment with anger and scowled in return. "Like you have room to talk... sitting down and eating breakfast while watching us. You're the perv."

Then he lifted his head and stalked away, leaving behind his older brother's chuckle to whisk up a fresh batch of eggs.

Sakura cringed when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her hair looked like a damp bird's nest, still tangled and mussed. She did like the way Sasuke's shirt fit her though; it was soft and smelled like pine and sandalwood. It smelled like him, and she grinned as she tugged the collar up to her nose. It was then that she realized that her bed had been made and she smiled softly at the thought of Itachi tucking in the corners

Shaking the images from her head, Sakura got dressed and ready for the day – she had the mid-shift at the hospital to cover – although she wished she could stay with the brothers. As she turned to leave, something caught her eye and she back tracked to the mirror to make certain she wasn't seeing things. Pulling the collar of her shirt down a little fully revealed the onset of one impressive hickey. Her cheeks flushed as she recalled Sasuke's lips attached there. She took a moment to admire it before placing a chakra-lit hand over the mark.

When she returned to the kitchen a fresh plate of eggs was waiting on her. She held Sasuke's shirt out for him as he had been standing there shirtless. And while she enjoyed the way his muscular form accented her living quarters, she couldn't keep him that way forever.

"Thank you, Sasuke-kun."

She didn't miss the way his eyes honed in on her neck as he took the shirt from her. "You... got rid of it?"

She rubbed the side of her neck as she gave a sheepish reply. "Well, yeah..."

"I liked it though," he muttered before pulling on his shirt. His mouth was slightly down turned as he sat at the table and she knew he wasn't pleased, but...

She sat across from him. "I... liked it, too, but a hickey isn't exactly going to help our secret."

Itachi watched the exchange, as Sasuke folded his arms over his chest. The older brother spoke up. "She has a point."

"You weren't asked." The younger man sulked.

"But her point was valid and you were pouting over it like some spoiled child not getting his way."

Sasuke visibly tensed, but turned his head away, curling his fist in front of his mouth. "Eat before it gets cold. I'm not making you more."

Sakura smiled lightly. "Thank you."

"Hn..."

She poked at her eggs, cutting away a portion. "Next time, don't make it somewhere so visible, and I"ll leave it there."

Surprised, Sasuke looked to her and she smiled at him. "As long as I get to give you a matching one."

She could see the corner of his smile emerge from behind his hand. "Deal."

After breakfast was over they shared dish washing duties – or rather, Sasuke wasn't going to leave Itachi and Sakura alone to do them. Then afterward, the boys finally had to head home – and think of a believable excuse as to why they were both gone all night – and Sakura to work.

Sakura was startled, and blushed furiously, as both brothers leant in to kiss opposite cheeks. Matching smirks greeted her as they pulled away.

"We'll see you around," Itachi assured her and Sasuke nodded firmly in agreement.

She stepped outside and pulled the door closed with a smile. "Right. I better go before I'm late and Tsunade rips me a new one." An air of awkwardness came over her and she sighed. "This is so weird."

"What is?"

"I want to kiss both of you," she admitted.

Itachi bumped his knuckles against her cheek. "It'll get easier."

Sakura nodded, but she knew that secrets never got easier.

After seeing her off, the brothers began their walk back home, and as usual, Sasuke's impatience took hold of him.

"So, what are we really going to do about Sakura?"

Itachi simply cast a questioning look in his direction. With a huff, the younger brother elaborated, "All of that 'don't worry, we'll figure things out' was just to comfort her. You have some sort of plan, don't you?"

"Not particularly, no."

Sasuke scowled. "What do you mean no?"

"Keep your voice down," he warned before heaving a sigh. "I honestly don't have a plan. Last night was something I wasn't planned for."

"It sure didn't seem that way," the younger brother mumbled.

"I was just... tired of having to hide the way I feel about everything, about her. I simply gave in. Surely, you understand that."

He was quiet for a moment, but his brother replied, "I do. I just thought you'd have been more rational-"

"It's difficult to be rational around Sakura sometimes, don't you think?"

Sasuke grinned a little and Itachi chuckled at him. "See? I've never been the impulsive type, and you know this, so I need a little time to work all the finer details out."

"But what do we do until then? What about Sakura? How do we-"

"Sasuke," the older Uchiha interrupted. "Let's just carry on as we have been. I honestly meant it when I said I didn't want those things to change, that they didn't have to. If you want to continue walking her home from work, then do so. If we want to invite her out to dinner, as we've always done, then we will. We'll continue to spar, and garden, and cook together."

Sasuke still didn't seem satisfied. "But our parents-"

"What about them?"

"You know how displeased father will be if he finds out."

"Then don't say a word and he'll be none the wiser."

"But nii-san -"

Itachi turned to glare at him and he closed his mouth. Sasuke made a face as his brother walked ahead of him. "Got mom's freaky glare..."

"Hello, Sakura-san!" Miyuki, Sakura's current trainee, greeted.

Shizune intercepted her, and pulled her along by the arm. Sakura waved over her shoulder to Miyuki and kept walking at her captor's brisk pace. "Well, hello to you, too, Shizune!"

"Tsunade wants to see you."

Her stomach flip-flopped. "I just got here! I didn't do it."

"It's not that, she's just in one of her moods."

"A 'first-thing' kind of day?"

A sound of affirmation was her only reply. With a sigh, she pulled herself free of Shizune's grip. "I'm a big girl, I don't need an escort. Get Miyuki started on her rounds and I'll get back as soon as possible."

"Get there quickly, Sakura-chan."

The rosette nodded and the formation of the necessary seals came as natural as breathing. With a pull, she found herself in the hall outside of Tsunade's office. She hurried down to the door, the ANBU guards parting for her, and she knocked.

"Enter!"

A stack of paper's sat to Tsunade's left and a pen was pressed between long fingers, her free hand curled under her chin.

"This isn't an official visit. In fact, consider it personal." Tsunade spoke without looking from the paper.

Sakura came to stand in front of her desk and waited for her to finish her note and stamp it. With the task done, she looked up to her apprentice. "The Hokage doesn't speak about this subject, considering its sensitivity, but since you're not here to see the Hokage, I'll tell you this."

This intrigued, and somehow also terrified her.

"I know you're close to the Uchiha brothers-"

The mention of them made Sakura's pulse quicken.

"-and I know that you left their compound last night, with both of them in tow."

That quickened pulse heightened further, and Sakura tried to conceal the panic that surged within her.

Tsunade's stern voice had taken on that edge of playfulness, the dangerous kind that made Sakura unsure if she was teasing her or not. "My source says you were looking pretty frustrated."

"I was," Sakura replied quietly, afraid her voice would give anything away.

"About Sasuke joining ANBU?" Tsunade hummed as Sakura's eyes widened. "I know that you must have found out. It's hard for anything to happen to him and you not know about it. Just make sure you settle it – quickly – and let the boy focus on his duties."

So that's what this was about? Sakura was so relieved. "I was just mad that he didn't even tell me he applied!" Tsunade grinned at her as she continued on. "I mean, why would he hide that? Haven't I always been supportive?"

"Yes, but you can be quite intimidating. Just get things straightened out so he has a clear head."

"We... we've worked things out already."

"Good. I've ordered for you to remain his physician. No other medic is as knowledgeable about the Sharingan as you are, and I doubt Sasuke would be happy about a new one. And I expect the same confidentiality you exercise with his brother."

"Yes, shishou," she replied with a bow of her head.

Sakura took a deep, steadying breath as she left Tsunade's office. She was genuinely relieved that was all she wanted to discuss. Thank goodness her source didn't follow them to her place. She hadn't even noticed they were being watched... and that made her feel uneasy. They'd have to be more careful about their surroundings, and the mounting pressure of needing secrecy tightened in her gut.