{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 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."

[bunsofsteel]

"I'd hope you would." She smirked again and leaned down just a bit further, abruptly sinking her teeth into his shoulder in a hard bite.

[youngesthokage]

He keened loudly, hands gripping her more tightly in response to the shock of the sensation, and he closed his eyes, rolling his head to press his forehead against her.

[bunsofsteel]

She gasped under his touch and tilted her head to kiss him, a hard, hungry kiss, even as her nails dragged up his body again -- still relatively light, trying to coax him back.

[youngesthokage]

He groaned, parting his lips and pressing into the kiss, hands flexing as he tightened his grip on her body, stirring to life properly.

[bunsofsteel]

Almost as a reward, her nails started to press harder into his skin as she rocked her hips against him. She broke the kiss long enough to harshly whisper, "Itachi-sama, I want you to take me!"

[youngesthokage]

His breathing stumbled, and he leaned up after the broken kiss, movements still slow and shallow as he worked back to full hardness again, unwilling to risk slipping loose at this juncture.

[bunsofsteel]

She kept moving, as slowly as she could manage to try to drag it out and bring him back, even as she met his kiss with a needy whine.

[youngesthokage]

He shuddered and groaned in turn, starting to move properly as he stopped feeling like every little twitch would slip him free. The sensitivity was far from gone, but he still rocked and arched up readily.