There was just something about him. Something about him that attracted her. He was was dark, powerful, mysterious...

Intoxicating...Lustful... Handsome...

Oh gawd. Thinking about him was turning her on.

Beautiful...Gentle...Cold... Intelligent...

She just loved the way he would touch her and soothe her from the pain. The way he did it when he had first taken her.

She had no idea why the hell she was thinking about him. What was the last time she saw him? A few months ago?

She loved the way he whispered her name. How it rolled off his toungue. How he could glare at her and she would just melt into his arms.

The way she melted into his kiss.

How she hated this. She wasn't supposed to be thinking about him! She was a Konoha-nin!

But how she missed him. His touch. His lips. The desire. His eyes.

But she would never see him again.

After all, Itachi was dead.

"...Sakura..."