Author's Notes: Originally a one-shot for Siluial, I decided to maybe make this into a ficlet. I have to think about it, first. But for now, enjoy this! Again, I'm sorry I haven't been able to update "A Beautiful Mind", I hope this will make you guys forgive me.
She couldn't help but look outside her window, the moonlight staining against the glass. She didn't know what else to expect, especially at this hour. Rubbing her eyes gently she sat up leaning her back against the bed post. Lips pressed together into a straight line until she moved her upper lip, and a sigh exclaimed. She gripped the pink covers and removed them from her body as she placed gently her feet against the cold floor. She raised an eyebrow before scratching her head.
It wasn't that late, and she knew it was to early to expect but as she stood there alone in the darkness, with the cold air to keep her company, she wished someone else would come.
But then again, maybe I'm just anxious.
She hated the anxiety, especially on nights like this. To release her anxiety, she decided to try and get some sleep. The least she could do, after a a gruesome mission earlier that day, was to let her body rest. Unfortunately, her mind didn't let her. The more she tried, the more she dreamed and thought.
At this point, Sakura wished that all the unrestless thoughts in her mind would ceast to exist.
Except, for that one thought.
She dreamed many times for him to come and sweep her off her feet. Or to sneak in unexpectedly and catch her by surprise. She always imagined how it would feel to have them connect in such a passionate level.
For many nights, Sakura dreamed as much as she could. Yet, for some reason, these dreams were not enough.
For a year now, the dreams started to become a reality.
He would come when she least expected it.
As much as this frightened her, it also excited the pink haired kunoichi.
Asmile came upon her lips when she began to remember the last time he payed her such a visit.
It was a wonderful night, one that she promised herself never to forget.
The wind started to pick up, and the drapes began to beat against the window. Sakura laid her back against the bed, eyes opening suddenly at the sound of something familiar.
She didnt know whether she was hallucinating or not, but she was sure that what she heard was right.
Without even flinching, she watched a figure appear infront of her bed.
His red eyes were glazed by the moonlight and shined beautifully yet dangerously.
There was no malicious intent delved inside of his eyes. Unlike the other times he came to visit, he was wearing his cloak.
The red clouds could be seen visibly despite the sheer darkness of the room. A hand emerge from inside the cloak, clipping away at the top buttons allowing his face to experience the fresh air of the room. His lips were pressed firmly into a straight line, not a smirk nor a smile.
Uchiha Itachi wasn't the type of man to smile.
She had never seen his smile, and vowed herself to one day see what it looked like.
"Your late, Itachi." she remarked, sitting up once more to look him in the eyes.
"Only because I had, certain things to take care of." he replied walking towards her bed side.
She smiled, her arms finding themselves placed above her knees. "You always have things to take care of."
Perhaps her playful nature will arose a smile out of him?
Alas, she wasn't victorious.
The elder Uchiha removed his cloak, laying it on a chair before sitting down beside her. He extended his arm and with a finger, traced the line that started underneath her left ear.
"Next time i'll make sure not to disappoint you."
She smiled, looking deep into his eyes, before leaning in to press her lips gently against his own.
"You never disappoint me."
Afterwards she straddled herself on his lap, her arms reaching towards his neck. Wrapping her arms against his neck, she leaned in once more, this time giving him a much more passionate kiss.
He delved his hands into her hair playing with her scalp gently. Carefully with his other hand he layed her back against the bed, now positioning himself above her. His knees settled themselves in between her spreaded legs while holding down her wrists with his hands. He smiled, and replied:
"I never aim to disappoint."