{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]

The word made him positively tremble and he barely lasted a handful more thrusts, clinging tightly to her as he struggled to draw breath, sharp soft noises on every exhale.

[bunsofsteel]

It took everything she had not to groan with disappointment, forcing herself to slow and try to catch her breath, fighting back the pleasurable ache that had only gotten more insistent with their motions. Still, she glanced over his body, fingertips rubbing his skin. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" All she wanted was to order again, but that wouldn't do any good at all.

[youngesthokage]

He nodded and arched a little into her fingers, shuddering. "Moment. A moment." He tightened his hold on her, keeping close to him. He knew himself well enough to know if they stayed put he'd be able to better oblige her. Not immediately, no, but sooner than if she backed off.

[bunsofsteel]

She didn't intend to pull away at all, brushing her lips over his cheek. "We have all day," she murmured against his skin with a breathy, quiet laugh. "Was it too much...?"

[youngesthokage]

He immediately shook his head, tilting his chin up so she could see his eyes, still crimson.

[bunsofsteel]

Her fingers trailed down as she looked to his eyes, gently brushing against one of the open cuts. A moment, as she only studied that brilliant, beautiful crimson, then pressed a tender kiss near the corner of one of his eyelids, then again near the other.

[youngesthokage]

His eyes closed with the gesture and he shivered, staying perfectly still while she touched and examined, this his breath hitched as the cut was played with.

[bunsofsteel]

She pulled her hand away immediately at the hitch in breathing and touched a bare spot on his chest again. A beat as she froze, then let out a sound of annoyance. "Itachi! You got blood all over my dress!" It was black, and starting to be soaked with her own sweat, but the darker patches where blood had seeped in were still visible. She groaned and rubbed her fingers against a spot. "Do you know how much the clothes I get like this cost?"

[youngesthokage]

He blinked, then turned his attention to it with a huff. "It can be cleaned. Just... take it off then."

[bunsofsteel]

She thumped a hand against his chest none-too-gently and puffed her cheek out in a pout. "You don't appreciate my dresses?" Even as she complained, she still shifted to reach behind her, finding the zipper and squirming to get it undone enough to tug over her head to drop to the chair behind them.

[youngesthokage]

He movements got a soft strangled noise and he took a shaky breath. "I like them very much.

[bunsofsteel]

"Then you clean it." She ran her fingernails up his chest in a gentle graze, tracing the line of his throat, then leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. "You could pick some out for me next time we go in the village, too~"

[youngesthokage]

His eyes widened a little, and his flush intensified. "As you like."

[bunsofsteel]

She nuzzled her lips gently against his cheek. "Let Sasuke pick stuff, too?" she asked before pressing in for a gentle kiss.

[youngesthokage]

"I wouldn't stop him. I'll do my best to choose things you'd like to wear."

[bunsofsteel]

"Mm..." She smiled again and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Are these clothes to wear around other people, or things that are just for the two of you? Itachi-sama~"

[youngesthokage]

"Well, you'll have to tell me what I'm allowed to pick." It was a low murmur.

[bunsofsteel]

"Whatever you like, Itachi-sama~" Another kiss, and she trails her fingertips along his throat.

[youngesthokage]

He tipped his head back and made a little noise. "That you'd like too?"

[bunsofsteel]

"Of course~" She kept trailing her fingernails along his throat in a gentle, teasing graze. "But you'd be the one looking at it, so that's more important~"

[youngesthokage]

His eyes fluttered to half mast as he shivered. "And would you make any changes to -my- attire?"

[bunsofsteel]

"Would you like me to?" She smirked and shifted back slightly, enough to run her teeth over the shell of his ear and tug lightly. "I kind of like your attire you're wearing right now..."

[youngesthokage]

"Mmmngh. But if I always wear this I'll get -cold- Tenten." He tilted his head into it, stirring a little.

[bunsofsteel]

At the feel of him stirring, she had to bite back a groan, instead tugging harder on his ear before releasing it and moving back over to his throat, grazing her teeth along his pulse point. "Then I'll just have to keep you warm somehow, mm~?"

[youngesthokage]

He whined and resisted the urge to squirm, a shudder going down his spine. "I'd appreciate it."