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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"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.

He groaned, tightening his hold in reaction to the thought, and yielded pretty much immediately, ceding control to her without even another thought.

She's usually not so clear...

Oh, that was surprisingly easy. She pressed the advantage, tightening her grip in his hair to pursue the kiss further, pressing herself more firmly against him.

Fighting back some is okay, too, as long as I win in the end. Touch me already, will you?

He flexed his hands where he'd rested them on her and slid one down to curl along the back of her thigh as he kissed her back, eyes fluttering mostly shut as he fanned out his finger sot pet her skin.

Why she wants me to think more I have no idea...

Her leg slipped free of the soft silk of her kimono as she lifted her leg into his hand, drawing it up his side to curl her knee against his hip. All the while, she didn't stop kissing him, holding him tightly and working to slowly overwhelm him.

Is that all? You can do more than that with me, Itachi-sama. Come on...

She doesn't actually want me to submit at all. He made a noise at her and tightened his fingers, tilting his head to press more into the kiss, a bit frustrated that she hadn't bothered to say anything sooner.

She pulled back only long enough to catch a breath before diving in again for another hard kiss.

I like when you submit, but sometimes I just want you to do it back to me...

A growl then as she pushed up more closely to him for a better angle for the kiss.

He was aggressive more due to frustration than anything, sucking at her lower lip and sweeping his tongue to explore and simply dominate the kiss. Just because he didn't prefer it didn't mean he didn't know how.

Weapons weapons, cloth yes.

He slid the hand not on her thigh up under her dress, tracing the line of cloth.

She lets out a sound of surprise as he started to take control again, and if anything, only pressed harder in against him, trying to match his force and overwhelm it.

Yes, gods, like this, more like this-- wait but it's his birthday shouldn't I be doing whatever he wants? But this is too good I don't want to stop yet.

He growled, holding his ground against her insistence because if she wanted to take back control after being so upset at his not having done it in the first place... Then she'll just have to take it back herself.

She fully intended to try to take it back, at least for now. Her fingers twining into his bangs, she yanked him down closer to her level, resting her weight less against him and more against the ground as she fought back.

Yes, Itachi, please, like this, challenge me... love you, take me.

The urge to yield was strong, but if there was one thing he was good at, it was trying to please her, and this was no exception, with him tightening his fingers, shy of bruising as he thoroughly pressed the kiss.

She let out a whining groan as she finally submitted, though her grip in his hair didn't loosen at all and she only held the kiss for a moment longer before drawing back, gazing up at him through half lidded eyes, barely able to even think.

Love him so much...

He took a deep, quavering breath, demeanor softening as the aggression left him as quickly as it arrived, so he could lean down and brush a kiss over her cheek.

Better...

Better...? What's that supposed to mean?

She tilted her head to catch his lips again for a softer kiss, more tender in response to the way her lips felt as if they had been ravaged earlier.

He didn't even try to think of a response, though he seemed to sink into the kiss with a focus he hadn't into the previous one, relaxing under her hands.

She stroked fingers along his cheek and down his neck to hold him close, only breaking the kiss a long moment later to gaze up at him.

Something's wrong...

"Let's go home, Itachi-sama," she murmured, trailing her fingers along his cheek again with a small smile.

He made a soft noise of question at her, but just turned his head to nuzzle into her hand, his own easing away from hr with a soft caress. "Of course."

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