one_long_mission | [Open] Ah yes, the date...

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[Open] Ah yes, the date...

Itachi was going about his day... more or less as he usually did. He'd gone through morning practice, then had wandered off to go poke through paperwork, as per a typical day.

True, he was a bit bewildered that things seemed to have been a bit more aggressively tidied than usual, but he didn't think anything too strange about it, and settled in, content to pick his way through the collection of papers for a while.

How unfortunate that his birthday present seemed to be in part the errant jutsu.

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Tenten gave him precisely until dinnertime before making her way into his office. Between when she'd let him disappear to work on paperwork during the day and when she finally decided that it was enough paperwork for the day, and even he couldn't complain too much, she'd changed into the elegant purple kimono Itachi'd bought for her several months ago.

"Itachi-sama." She knocked on the door and only peeked her head in, not intending to let him see her outfit just yet. "Time to go home."

He looked up and smiled, for once not arguing. After all, he'd had many many reminders as to what day it was.

She's always so lovely. He didn't need any special clothes to think so either, and he put aside his papers to get up, for once without a fuss. "Of course."

Who are you talking about...?

She couldn't help but glance behind her for a moment, puzzled -- couldn't be her. After all, it was in the third person.

"At least it wasn't up to me to remind you what day it was," she teased aloud without emerging from behind the door. "Everyone else took care of that for me, huh?"

Bastards, it was supposed to be a surprise...

She wanted my birthday to be a surprise? How does that even work? He shook off the thought and padded over toward the door, noting the disparity of word and speaking.

"Such as the other mes."

"I didn't say I wanted it to be a surprise! Come on, you really believe I'd think you'd forget about your own birthday?"

Wait... did he say that? Or did I just think it?

Either way, she pushed it aside and opened the door wider so he could see her outfit as she rested on hand easily on her hip with a grin.

I hope he likes it still... maybe I should have bought something new? What if he thinks I'm trying too hard? I just want to look nice for your birthday, Itachi-sama, I'm not actually going to tie you to the desk and have my way with you. It's just a kimono.

"Dinner?"

He paused midmotion, blinking at her owlishly. Yes, she looks nice, but, tying to desk and... Why would she decide NOT to? How unfortunate.

He shook it off and moved forward again. "Of course."

Wait, that one I know I didn't say out loud.

She narrowed her eyes and gave him a look.

Are you in my head, Itachi?

Ah... caught. "No more than you are in mine Tenten."

Shit--!

"What's going on? What did you do?"

Why does she immediately assume it's somehow my fault? Am I really so reckless?

He just gave her a nonplussed stare for a moment. "You are the first this has come to my attention with."

"Considering that no one else has been in my head all day..." She only arched an eyebrow. "And we both know when it comes to ninjutsu, that's not my specialty."

Just knives. And other things that you like STOP HE CAN HEAR YOU.

"I have no idea why you'd stop thinking these things on my behalf." He came to a stop in front of her and leaned in to brush his lips over her cheek.

Has she really restrained herself from so many fascinating ideas? I'll overlook the blame for things I didn't do for that thought.

She immediately turned her head to catch his lips with her own before meeting his eyes to grumble, "So if you didn't do it, who did?"

Get out of my head Itachi, you'll ruin all your surprises at this rate.

She expects me not to be interested in what other things she wants to do to me on my desk?

"I really have no idea, it's not something anyone decided to bring to my attention."

I wonder if I can distract him while holding a normal conversation...

"I don't hear anyone else. Or, well, sense them."

Meaning if I turned you around right now, Itachi-sama, threw you on the desk, and straddled you, no one would be the wiser...

"Do you think it's something like that incident with the seals?"

The difference of the thoughts was disorienting, but he managed to track it. "It's entirely possible Tenten, and no one else is here."

All the better if she decides to actually carry through with that plan too. Not that I actually expect her to but...

"I wonder if it's just restricted to both of us, then. Have you tried releasing it as if it was a jutsu?"

And here I was going to take you home for a birthday dinner, Itachi-sama. What do you think I should do to you, huh?

She accompanied her thoughts with a brush of lips against his neck, sucking the skin lightly before nestling her head against his shoulder. I hope he doesn't mind how weird this is, it's not terrible...

"I haven't, but the temptation has not presented itself."

I can't even tell if she means the thoughts or where we're doing this, but I can't bring myself to care. He tilted his head to bare his throat for her.

"What if it's hostile?"

She takes the invitation for what it is, leaning up and letting her tongue lightly trace his pulse.

We're never going to get home at this rate... I hope Sasuke doesn't mind. I definitely don't.

His eyes slid to half mast. "I feel in no way impaired, and I trust you will not abuse my thoughts at this time."

He slid an arm around her waist, holding her closer. She's concerned...

"Could even be useful..." she murmured without lifting her lips from his neck, trailing over to seize his lips for a tender kiss.

Now I'll know for sure what it is he likes...

He kissed her back, tilting his head and leaning into it without any hesitation.

As though I don't already let her know...

He'd be surprised...

She leaned up to compensate for her shorter height in a habitual motion, wrapping her arms around his neck and shifting her weight to one foot for a better angle.

Maybe just once before we head home...

He leaned down toward her, sucking on her lower lip to coax her into deepening the kiss, a rather pleased hum in his chest.

She thinks too much sometimes.

Everything comes so naturally to him, it's not fair.

She parted her lips without resistance to deepen the kiss, twining her fingers into his hair and letting her tongue dart out to meet his.

This is my kiss, Itachi-sama, give it.

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