Oh noes! I have a good excuse this time! School projects and exam studies!

I have decided to include Sakura's POV, but the story in it's entirety will still be predominantly from Itachi's POV.

I am so sorry. You guys must be so annoyed with me... hrmmm... hopefully this chapter can make it up to you guys!

Lime alert. Not Lemon, Lime. This story is still T~!

Sakura eyed the silvery dress in her closet. It was absolutely fantastic, but-

Hell no.

There was no way she was going to give in to that overconfident bastard. Who was he to tell her what she was and wasn't going to do? Sakura realized that her anger was ironic, since she had cancelled the date with Aoshiro, but at least she hadn't caved all the way! She had no intention whatsoever to go on a date with Uchiha Itachi tonight no matter how good looking the dark haired bastard was. Or how well he kissed, for that matter.

Hell no.

And if he wanted the date with her, he would have to work for it like all the other men who she went out with had to. Sakura raised one pink brow and slammed the closet door shut. She looked down at her attire. She was still wearing her shorts from band practice earlier that day but was in only her strapless bra rather than the tube-top she'd worn with the shorts. She looked too good for him to see, Sakura decided, so she went and had herself a shower.

"Hmm, what can I do to show you I am not a mat for you to walk over, Itachi-san?" Sakura mused out loud as she dropped her clothing in a careless heap on the bathroom floor. The pinkette stepped daintily into her shower and closed the glass shower-door behind herself. She was going to be as difficult as possible. Maybe if she kept on with her line of insults... but amplified them. Yes, that could work. Pretty soon, he would leave her alone. Well, maybe she wouldn't actually scare him off, since that would be pretty stupid. She would just have some fun, because she was most definitely not afraid of him.

Sakura grinned sadistically. She needed to find a way to make him royally pissed off, but charmed enough to stay anyway. Probably the elder Uchiha could distract her from his younger brother because she had to face it... Sasuke just didn't see her that way. His recent preoccupation with that grey-eyed fan was clue enough! The way Sasuke stared at Hinata... Sakura had never had anyone stare at her with that level of... longing before, and the thought pained her. Her smile slipped, and she realized that she'd been standing in the shower without actually bathing.

Shaking her head free of thoughts of Sasuke, Sakura forcefully yanked his older brother to the forefront of her mind. Yes. She could have some innocent or not-so-innocent fun with him. He was a big boy; he could take it. Plus no one was in love here, or anything. He'd just taken issue with the fact that she was not like the others and thought he could push her around. And all she wanted to show him was that, well, he couldn't.

Sakura switched on the shower, staying out of the spray until she decided it was warm enough, and allowed the water to cascade through her pink hair and down her bare body. Mmm. This was ridiculously good. Sakura lathered her loofah with her Sakura-blossom shower gel, finding it rather nice that her namesake had such a lovely scent, and then shampooed and conditioned her hair.

Stepping out of the shower some twenty minutes after entering, wet and smelling fresh and clean, Sakura towel-dried her hair before wrapping the large terry-cloth material around her slim body. She walked to her room, knowing she was leaving wet footprints on the tile, but not caring.

"Now, to find the perfect outfit for his Highness," Sakura muttered, a grin splitting her lips.

He had retrieved her address from Sasuke. It had only taken a well placed glare and a hint that his having Sakura's address might distract him away from Hinata and his little brother had caved. Easy.

Itachi pulled his car up at her gate and took a few moments to just look at her house. It was small and simple, but somehow elegant. She lived in a fairly nice neighbourhood, but her house was the smallest one. It pleased Itachi to know that she at least possessed some sort of logic, since it would probably have been rather illogical for her to live in a large house when she, according to Sasuke, lived alone. Being a drummer for a band, even if Sasuke was in it, could not have been any lucrative sort of position, so having some large expensive house would have been foolish.

Unlike him. He had the money and the status to warrant a large house, so he did have one. He'd bought it several years ago on the large salary he earned in his particular division of the army. They'd called it the Akatsuki; Red Dawn. Kisame, Deidara, Sasori, Tobi, Zetsu and himself had made up the advanced covert division, and their work was so precise and so intense that they were paid obscene amounts of money, if only to deter them from switching sides.

Added to that was the fact that Itachi was no idiot. He had known to invest his money wisely, and had a business set up and running on its own with a group of rather talented managers and staff. Then there was his family money to include as well.

Itachi smirked as he parked and got out of the car. He turned it off and armed it remotely as he walked up Sakura's paved driveway. He absently wondered what Sakura was going to wear on their date, mulling over the possibilities as he knocked thrice on the front door.

She could be wearing something tight that bared her shoulders beautifully like her outfit earlier had... Or perhaps something that showed her legs, therefore something nice and short. Maybe she would wear something flowy, that swished around her when she walked... and probably she would wear-

The door swung open.

Ratty shorts and a thin, seemingly perforated tank top?

Itachi frowned.

"Oh, hi there, Itachi-san," Sakura said, smiling up at him from the now open doorway. "What brings you here on this fine night?"

Itachi found himself rather unable to speak. Upon a closer look, he noticed the fresh, clean look to her skin, and the way her damp hair curled in darker pink ringlets around her face... and how creamy and smooth her legs looked coming from those silly shorts... and part of her shoulder, with its tiny freckles was bare for him to see.

He rather liked how she looked.

Not to mention, she looked natural and comfortable.

But then he frowned. She wasn't planning to wear that on their date, was she?

"What, you don't like my outfit?" Sakura asked, her pink brows rising. It was then that Itachi realized that he'd voiced his last thought. He had not meant to do that. That thought was meant to stay secure and sealed within his mindspace. To him, it was becoming more and more obvious that Sakura's presence somehow affected him since other women would never get him to say something he did not want to say. He never said anything he didn't mean to. Even though rattled, Itachi plowed on.

"It's... not suitable for where I am taking you," he said, trying to answer without actually admitting that he thought she looked rather delicious in her home clothes.

"You are taking me somewhere?" Sakura asked, gasping in apparent surprise. "I didn't know that," the pinkette went on. Itachi felt his brows pulling together.

"We are going on a date," Itachi said, wondering what was going on with her.

"We are?" Sakura breathed, resting her hand against her chest... which drew Itachi's attention to the twin mounds hidden behind her flimsy top. "I thought I told you that I was busy tonight, and that I wouldn't be going on a date with you..." she added, looking up at him with slightly mischievous green eyes. Itachi scowled.

What was she playing at? Did she really mean... Had he not been able to convince her to... Itachi stood in stunned silence for a good five seconds before he decided that this ploy or whatever she was cooking up, would not deter him.

"This date you supposedly had, he is coming here... with you dressed like that?" Itachi asked, satisfied that his voice was just as even as ever. Sakura looked down at herself. A short giggle slipped from her lips before she looked up at him with a rather naughty smile.

"I cancelled it. I decided that I wanted to spend time at home... alone, to... well..." she paused, giving him a meaningful look. "Do secret things," she whispered, giving him a shady wink. Itachi knew his eyes widened at her insinuations. Did she mean she wanted to... perhaps... touch herself? The thought alone made Itachi's mouth dry and his body warm.

Damn.

"I told you that you wouldn't be dating him," Itachi returned, a little surprised at the evenness of his tone. If he did not know himself, he would have thought that he wasn't the least bit affected by her suggestive statement.

"Well... that was no fault of yours," Sakura said breezily, waving her hand lightly in the air as if dismissing the notion completely. Itachi frowned. "I decided that all on my own. Had nothing at all to do with you." Itachi raised one brow.

"Nothing indeed," he murmured, loud enough for her to hear. She scowled up at him from her place in the doorway.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she asked, straightening and folding her arms. Ah, the ever used sign of protection of the body. The folding of the arms was a sign Itachi saw a lot when the people he interrogated were feeling the heat and wanted to protect themselves. Folding the arms was a result of a psychological reflex when threatened.

"After our lip-lock in the elevator, it is no wonder you need to stay home to... do secret things," Itachi replied evenly, liking how worked up she was getting. A healthy blush surged to her cheeks and her emerald eyes glittered with anger and irritation.

"Listen here, you bastard," she snarled, jabbing her forefinger into the centre of his suited chest. Itachi did not give her the chance to finish her sentence. With movements too quick for her to avoid, he grabbed her wrist, used it to yank her to him, and then pressed his mouth against her open one. He slid his hands around her, pushing up the back of her loose, faded blue tank top to palm the flesh above her shorts. Her skin was soft and delightfully warm underneath his slightly calloused hands. It was smooth and she smelled distinctly of cherry blossoms; he could tell she had just showered. He ran his hands along the flawless skin on her upper arms, itching to dig his fingers into the soft skin, but he didn't because he had to stay in control.

He'd have to try and stay dominant this time. He'd use this kiss to get himself inside her house, and, since she was making every effort, it seemed, to avoid going out with him tonight, he would make every effort to stay in her house until he decided to go later down in the night. He had come up with a plan. He would take up as much of her time as was possible, and then, when she started to get used to his presence, he would leave her. However, he wouldn't wait on her to come to him, since he had a feeling she would stay away just to spite him, so he would come back to her, and act as if nothing happened. She would be so happy to have him back that he would undoubtedly win her affections.

Itachi pressed his mouth firmly against hers, still holding a bit of a grudge for that stunt she'd pulled in the elevator. She deserved to be punished for that. She needed to know who was the dominant in this relationship. It was him. Not her.

She resisted, but he knew it was a token effort because her body was relaxed... she just wasn't responding. If she thought that would deter him, she was horribly wrong. Itachi smirked against her lips and yanked her into his arms, melding her body against his. Itachi pushed her backwards, slamming the door behind him with one swipe of his hand. She just stood there, but Itachi knew that all he had to do was get her a little hot and bothered, and she would respond, if only to assert herself. That's what he was counting on.

Itachi slid his lips from her unglossed mouth to her cheek, nose, forehead, temple, and then her ear. He breathed softly against the china-like shell of her ear, finding her scent most pleasing. The coolness of her skin prompted the assumption that she had just showered, and her wet, fragrant hair reiterated this. His body was very pleased by the overall result.

Itachi extended his tongue, the warm wet organ licking her ear. He blew gently into her ear and then sucked the lobe gently, working his tongue around it. He nipped on the edge teasingly, only making it painful enough to please. She gasped softly from pleasure and he smirked. He knew this would work. Sure enough, when he slid his lips closer to hers, they parted, her warm breath brushing his cheek. Teasing her, he instead dropped his lips to her chin and proceeded to nibble and suck gently.

"Bastard," she whispered, and before he knew it, her hands were in his hair, yanking his head upwards, and then she was kissing him... it was extremely satisfying.

He allowed her to enter his mouth without complaint, but only to get her tongue there where he could have his way with it. He curled his tongue smoothly around hers, sucking on it roughly. She withdrew her tongue quickly, the wet muscle retreating quickly into her own mouth, but his darted forwards just as quickly in undeterred pursuit. He wanted to moan... or groan... or something because the need to have some sort of release was building up inside his body, and even though he took breaths to keep kissing her, his throat was straining with the pressure of restraint.

He would not make a sound until she did.

Itachi flicked his tongue over her teeth and against the inside of her cheek, exploring her mouth thoroughly. He trailed his tongue in the space between her lips and teeth, sliding it over, under and around her tongue, working at her until a low moan slipped from her throat.

Finally.

Itachi allowed a small answering moan and felt that just making the sound felt so good. It was almost heady. He was clutching her firmly to him by now, and her arms had slid down to loop around his neck.

Itachi pulled away, forcing his breathing under control.

"Are these things secret enough for you, Sa-ku-ra-chan?" Itachi murmured, allowing his breath to warm her ear. Her chest was heaving as she too struggled to get her breathing under control. Itachi smirked. There were many times when in intense situations where he found it necessary for the continuation of his life to forcibly control his breathing. He found the ability to be a rather remarkable tool in this case, because he could tell it annoyed her to no ends that he was able to control his breathing before she did.

"Shut up, coward," she snapped, pulling away from him. She had a rather evil little glint in her eyes that dared him to come forward and touch her again. Never one to back down from a challenge, Itachi stalked forward, his eyes narrowed.

"I am not a coward," Itachi said flatly. He watched her smirk. What was she up to?

Sakura felt satisfaction course through her. She had a method of payback up her nonexistent sleeves, and she was not afraid to use it. She just needed to goad him into the perfect position and hope that he was too stunned to react before she was through with him.

"Yes, you are a coward," Sakura said smartly, her green eyes meeting his obsidian gaze defiantly. "You realized that you liked kissing me too much, so you had to back away before you lost your mind," she taunted, planting her hands on her hips and staring him down. She saw by the tiny flare of his eyes and the instant shuttering of his face that she'd been right on target. Good.

"That was not the case at all. You're just sulking because I ended it before you wanted me to. You were hungry for more," Itachi shot back, his eyes narrowed as he advanced. Sakura backed slowly away, leading him so that his back was to the couch. She figured that he'd canvassed the area, but was not certain, what with his tongue down her throat and all. Okay, she was making it sound repulsive when it was anything but, but she needed to keep her head in the game.

"What did you say?" she asked squaring her shoulders and standing off. He stopped right in front of her, so close before her that she could feel his body heat against her chest.

"I said," Itachi snarled, "you were hungry for more." The little gleam in his eyes, however, told her that he liked this. This fighting for dominance. Well, she was taking advantage of it.

"Damn straight I was," she said, hating that she had to admit it, but willing to do it to throw him off guard. It worked, and when his eyes flared in surprise, Sakura plowed into him, sending his rear crashing into the seat of the sofa with a 'whump'. His arms wrapped around her in his descent, dragging her down with him. Sakura landed on his lap, her chest pressed against his stomach, her face near his throat and her body draped between his legs.

Her knees just a few inches above the ground, Sakura wriggled a little, sliding downwards until her knees hit the carpet. Sakura was aware of how the situation looked. As she was, she was kneeling between his legs, with her hands resting lightly against his hips. When she slid her palms slowly, languidly up his thighs, she felt his entire body stiffen. His thighs hardened, and he slid further back into the couch to prevent her hands from touching the area between his legs.

Even though she knew he wanted her to.

Sakura smirked, dragging her hands back down to his knees. She watched his fingers clench and his eyes darken with both sensuality and indecision. She could tell he was completely unsure of what she might do. Sakura moved her hand so that her knuckles rubbed against the side of his slightly hardened crotch. She pressed her cheek to this inside of his warm thigh, lifting her gaze so that she met his eyes.

"I love this material that your trousers are made from, Itachi-san," Sakura murmured huskily, before rising to her feet, and leaving a really pissed off Uchiha on the sofa.

HOHO! Let the battle begin, ne! To all who like slightly antagonistic couples and citrus...! (^_^) So this has a rather weak plot, it's purely for our guilty pleasures, fufufufu! There will probably be something soon to make it deeper as its not a PWP, but it won't be anything as emotionally rigged as my other stuff! Please leave me generous reviews (^_^)! Suggestions welcome!