{open} It was a beautiful morning.

[youngesthokage]

He was in a wonderful mood. He'd gotten in later than intended due to the rather long talk with his mother, which had been oddly easier with this one than the one from home ever was anymore, and by the time he'd made it home is good mood had returned and he'd settled right to bed.

Morning, on the other hand, had brought the flowers and he found himself looking out the window in curious fascination at them, mussed from sleep and somewhat bewildered.

Since when did snow bring flowers?

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[youngesthokage]

He had settled in a cross legged position on the floor, clothes a neatly folded pillow off to the side. "Well, I could always put things back -on-."

[bunsofsteel]

"Well it's too late now," she told him with mock-annoyance, hands on her hips as she looked over him again, then met his eyes. "Well? Come here and show me you've earned something harsher~"

[youngesthokage]

"Or I could stay here and really -earn- it." He shifted up to his knees, tossing his head so his hair was mostly behind him and peering at her through his bangs.

[bunsofsteel]

She gave him a smirk and didn't budge. "Come here, Itachi-sama~" she ordered again, shifting her weight and resting one hand easily on her hip, the other crooking fingers to beckon him. "I won't ask again."

[youngesthokage]

He peered at her for another -long- moment, then stretched and -crawled- his way over to her, resettling himself in the same position at her feet.

[bunsofsteel]

She gave him an impatient glare when it looked like he wasn't going to move, waiting until he knelt before her to bend her knee and plant her foot firmly in the center of his chest. "And what do you intend to do from there for me, Itachi-sama?"

[youngesthokage]

Well, that was just -encouragement-, and he trailed his fingers up her calf, lightly flexing his nails as he leaned down to kiss her knee. "I don't doubt I can come up with something."

[bunsofsteel]

She shivered under his touch but didn't move other than that, balancing the majority of her weight one the leg still anchored to the ground. Leaning more of her weight onto his chest, she bend down further to meet his eyes. "Show me."

[youngesthokage]

He looked at her through his lashes, one hand wandering to her thigh, and the other trailing down to her ankle. "Just like this?"

[bunsofsteel]

She flexed her foot to push harder against his chest with another smirk. "It's a start."

[youngesthokage]

He turned the higher hand, running his fingers along the area between backside and leg and flexing his nails there, then he dipped his head and leaned to bite to the side and just above her knee.

[bunsofsteel]

She jerked slightly under the nails and the bite with a noise of pleased surprise, though she manages to control herself enough not to knee him in the face. "Don't tease, Itachi-sama."

[youngesthokage]

"But I can't reach with your pretty foot on my chest." He kneaded along her ankle and bit another spot, leaning forward to illustrate.

[bunsofsteel]

She gasped again and drew her foot back -- not far, just enough to push harder against his chest once she planted it again. "Then move my foot."

[youngesthokage]

He stroked her instep, then gently slid her foot up over his shoulder, nipping and nuzzling up her thigh as he took the granted space to move closer.

[bunsofsteel]

She let him slide her foot, hooking her knee over his shoulder and dragging her heel along his back. A beat as her eyes flutter closed under his attention, breathing picking up before she opened them and glanced down at him. Flexing her foot, she extended her leg and then drew it in for a hard kick just below his shoulder blade. "I said don't tease me, Itachi-sama."

[youngesthokage]

He made a low noise, whining as he exhaled his sharp breath. Then, he nuzzled inward to rub his cheek along her groin with a low questioning hum.

[bunsofsteel]

She shivered again, letting out a soft, pleased noise in response, then reached down to grip his hair with a sharp tug. "Itachi-sama, is this your idea of proving you deserve something?"

[youngesthokage]

He sucked in a sharp gasp and turned his head, nuzzling closer and swiped his tongue along her skin as one hand slid to cup her backside, the other petting the inside of the thigh she was standing with.

[bunsofsteel]

A higher-pitched, keening sound escaped her lips from the sudden swipe of his tongue, and she purposefully tightened her grip in his hair, tugging hard enough to hurt. "That's... that's a better start..."

[youngesthokage]

He shivered under her touch and tightened his fingers, pressing closer to give a more thorough lick, still teasing, just a bit.

[bunsofsteel]

She let out a deeper groan, resting her head back against the wall as her fingers tighten further, twisting his hair between her fingers, then let go for a better grip, grazing her nails over his scalp before taking another fistful of hair. "Itachi-sama," she breathed warningly with a sharp tug.

[youngesthokage]

He whined, then stopped teasing, plying her properly as he slid a hand up to stroke.

[bunsofsteel]

She kept her fingers tight in his hair, letting out another throaty groan and tightening her grip in his hair. Her other hand scrabbled against the wall, trying to find a spot in the smooth wood to hold on in the face of that warm, wet heat.

[youngesthokage]

He shuddered,breathing picking up as he plied her with attention, clearly aiming to please as he shifted the hand not playing with her to help hold her up.