Adoration

Itachi looked over the stacks of mission folders in front of him, while the Sixth Hokage droned on about an ANBU cell that he'd recently fallen out of contact with in an area just outside of Kiri. He was briefing him because he wanted to push the matter of their rescue onto him, he was sure, but frankly, Itachi wasn't interested in leaving the village. He'd only just returned from a three-week long excursion, and had a lot of clan matters to attend to. A few of the Elders were plotting behind his back, trying to secure him a wife from a different village to strengthen their political ties outside of Konoha. They clearly weren't satisfied with his choice, but instead of saying that to his face, they decided to take matters into their own hands and make promises that he had no intention of keeping.

They were fools. And he needed to put them in their place, before they did any… lasting damage.

He also had a matter to settle with Hinata, who he hadn't seen in the last the last six weeks, since she'd been away for her own mission before he left. He'd been waiting almost two months to visit her just so he could surprise her with a quick—perhaps even faux urgent—call. Itachi considered telling her that right there and then would be the only time he had in a while. If he did that, then he was sure he could convince her to come out with him, regardless of any prior plans she might've had.

This may have been insensitive of him, but Kakashi had been working him to the bone. Even though he was loathed to admit it, he needed a break. Itachi could feel his sanity slowly slipping. In fact, he distinctly recalled reaching for his sword when a child in the market unexpectedly ran into him not two days ago. Thankfully, he hadn't brought it with him. But the action hadn't gone unnoticed by Shisui, who eyed him with the sort of critical gaze Itachi thought only belonged to disappointed fathers.

Itachi wasn't entirely averse to the idea of taking another mission, but he needed to do something simple to take off the edge, before heading back to the front lines.

He looked through the stacks of missions again, keenly aware that Kakashi had fallen silent. It seemed his lack of response was enough to even make the slave-driver-Sixth pause and stare.

"Those are for Chunin, Itachi," Kakashi informed him. As if he didn't know that already. "Those folders have nothing higher than B-class."

Your talents would be wasted, were the unspoken words, though they rang as clearly as if he'd said them aloud. Itachi ignored them. Then, just to spite him, he moved even lower, until he was browsing the folders for genin and newly-minted Chunin.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow.

Itachi scanned the pages, roving through each word as if he'd just unearthed an ancient ninjutsu scroll from his clan's treasury. He needed to find something fast, before Kakashi gathered his wits and forced him to do something he didn't want to. He loved the village and the people in it, but his mental capacities were being stretched beyond their limits. More and more, he found himself having to draw away from his family and friends to breathe deeply in solitude. Oh, he'd tried asking for a break, but Kakashi always, always cut it short.

Itachi didn't just need this. He deserved it.

As if the Sage decided to throw him a bone, he zeroed in on a folder half-tucked between two piles of missions from the various ninja clans within the village. It had the Hyuga crest emblazoned proudly on the side just below the words: Not Urgent. Classification Lower-C. Woman preferred.

He opened it.

His eyes steadily widened with each word.

"Ita—"

"This one," he cut in, holding up the folder, "I'll take this one."

He tossed it onto Kakashi's desk, then made for the exit just as the stunned man opened it. Whatever noise of surprise he made was drowned by the door slamming shut.

The Hyuga manor was glorious.

Unwelcoming, cold, and almost sterile, but glorious nevertheless.

Upon entering, the guard at the door looked at him with surprise, then skepticism, which ultimately turned into a knowing smirk that Itachi had to consciously keep himself from rolling his eyes at. He was led in without question—Itachi was a clan heir, the fiancé of theirs, and on an official mission after all.

He was left to wait, while one of the branch members gathered who he came here to see.

Itachi searched the room. He inspected things that hadn't even garnered a second glance from him during his annual visits here for marriage meetings. Like the hanging plants left to dry or the salves in the far corner. There were no pictures; nothing to suggest that a happy family lived here. But there were piles of books and tea sets… that in itself showed just how traditional the Hyuga were.

He looked at a small chest with multiple drawers, then began opening them out of sheer boredom. The lower cabinets were stuffed with sewing materials and a carton of forgotten hair ties, while the higher ones were chockfull of old buttons. Worthless. By the time he reached the final drawer, he didn't even care enough to look anymore. He simply closed it and circled the room again.

There was something about the way all of their expensive scrolls hung over their sparsely decorated rooms that made him think of used coal after the feast. When the embers all died away, only to leave behind a mass of stone-cold black that was always hidden from the eyes of guests. Itachi wasn't exactly glad to have the privilege, but as soon as he was led away from the main hall and into a back room, he rethought that.

This room was brighter and warmer than anything he'd seen in the Hyuga manor before. Pricy kimono fabrics hung from wooden stands. Hair ornaments were arranged neatly on a table. There was a small platform in the middle of the room that was surrounded by three full-length mirrors.

Itachi decided to take a seat on a nearby chair, more the buckling of his knees than his own will. But just as he had, the door opened to reveal who he'd been waiting to see.

"Hinata," he called.

She halted. Itachi watched her eyes widen to an almost impossible degree, before she took a step back in hesitance. Her plain robes seemed to move all around her, as if she commanded the way they flowed.

"I—Itachi-sama!" Her eyes moved frantically about the room. "What are you doing here? I thought—"

"How many times have I told you to call me Itachi when it's just the two of us?" he asked, casually flicking a piece of fabric aside. "And your clan wanted to get you fitted for new kimonos, didn't they?"

"They did, but…"

"I'm here to fulfill that request."

A noise of surprise that he couldn't quite explain escaped her lips. She covered her face with her hands, but not before he caught a glimpse of the unholy blush that stained her cheeks.

"They… I thought..." she trailed off. "Father asked them for a woman."

"The folder said preferred, not required."

"You can't be here, Itachi! We'll get caught." She stared at the walls as if they might suddenly move and attempt to crush her. "They have eyes everywhere."

"Then they know I'm the one doing the fitting. If they haven't stepped in to stop me by now, then they're fine with it."

"But—"

Itachi smoothly stood up and walked over to her. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "It's good to see you, Hinata."

The embarrassed look she gave him then made his blood burn.

He tilted his head at the platform in a silent command. Hinata eyed him warily for another moment, before taking tentative steps towards the fitting area. Satisfied, Itachi grabbed a roll of measuring tape from a nearby desk and unfurled it before her eyes.

She looks terrified, he mused.

That didn't mean he was going to stop.

He stepped behind her and slid it over the width of her shoulders first, then her forearm, trying to get her used to the feel. When she relaxed a bit, he slipped it around her waist, just below her breasts. The way she straightened made him smirk.

"Why are you getting fitted?" he asked to take her mind off of his hands. "Don't you have enough kimonos?"

"I've been getting bigger recently," she admitted, looking down in shame.

Which part of you exactly? Itachi was tempted to ask, but thought better of it.

"Really?" he drawled instead.

He shimmied the tape up to her breasts to see for himself. Hinata squeaked in response, and Itachi pressed the ends at the back just a little tighter. His eyes widened at the number, but he didn't speak. The silence carried on, before…

"Itachi?" Hinata called, wondering why he'd stopped.

His fingers twitched at the sound of his name in her voice. His jaw clenched to stifle a groan before it could escape his lips. He didn't know why he thought this would be good for him. It wasn't taking the edge of at all, just replacing it with a different problem entirely.

"Kimonos are made to accommodate growth," he said in a poor attempt to distract his wandering mind.

"Actually," she paused to wet her lips. The way her tongue darted out, just on the edge of his vision, made his stomach churn.

"Actually?" he prompted.

"The Elders were hoping to get new kimonos that would more likely suit an… Uchiha's taste. Our clans differ color-wise, and they were concerned about my clothing."

Itachi smirked. "They should've offered me this mission from the start then."

"They didn't?" she asked, surprise evident in her tone. "How did you find out about it?"

He didn't answer because, Sage, help him. Even her ears were red.

"You suit my tastes just fine, Hinata," he whispered in her ear.

Itachi circled her waist, the measuring tape now forgotten as it was crushed between their bodies. His arms rested comfortably against her hips, while his head dropped to the space between her neck and shoulder. She trembled under his touch, but she didn't pull away. Itachi breathed her in—all lavender and vanilla and woman. There was a scent that was distinctly hers mixed in that clouded his senses.

She was so…

Intoxicating, his mind helpfully supplied.

Itachi fiddled with the knot of her robes. He hadn't seen her in so long. His mind was already in the gutter; his body didn't take long to follow. Itachi pressed his lower half flush against hers, and she gasped at the hardness of him. He caged her in his arms, cutting off any thoughts she might've had about escape.

"I've missed you," he said, while nibbling on her ear in an attempt to coax her deeper into his arms. When she didn't, he settled for outright saying it, "Relax, Hinata. It's been so long, I just…"

One frisky hand reached up to grope her breasts. She drew in a sharp breath. But Itachi didn't stop there. He slid his palm over the entirety of her chest, rubbing and feeling her nipples perk up from beneath the thin cotton. He was tempted to squeeze the tip of one, but not yet. Itachi settled for briefly sucking on her collar instead, then drew away with a satisfying pop.

"… Find it hard to control myself," he finished.

By the time his fingers slid to caress her stomach and rub the soft skin just above her slit, she was already panting. Her eyes were half-lidded. He knew she wanted this just as much because her knees wobbled, and she leaned back, so he could support half of her weight. Her ass settled deliciously on his thigh, while his hard-on dug into her lower back. His pants were feeling increasingly tight. It was already throbbing. So much that he was sure she could feel it pulse.

"B—But here, Itachi?" she asked, gripping his wandering hand with both of hers. Her hold was so tight that one of his knuckles cracked.

"I'll have you anywhere," he coerced.

"There's no lock on the door!"

"Then," he broke her hold on his hand, "be quiet."

Itachi kissed her in full then. His tongue slipped into her parted lips. Hinata sighed into his mouth, and he pulled her closer. Itachi swallowed every noise she made, memorized every drag of her fingers across his skin. He stored up the moments like a man turning for one last glimpse at the sea.

He barely registered the fact that he'd pulled off his shirt or that Hinata's robes had loosened enough to expose the thin material of her bra. He pushed the flimsy thing down, not even bothering to take it off completely. He didn't need to anyway. It gave easily under the weight of her chest.

When she pulled away to breathe, he chased her, appalled by his own desire. He could bear it, he thought, if the world diminished to only this. Because Itachi knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he'd be perfectly content to live the rest of his life in the spaces between these soft, measured breaths.

It wasn't long before he was falling to his knees before her. She stared at him in wonder, attempting to pull him back up, only for him to stubbornly shake his head as he pulled apart her robes to expose her panties. Those, he ripped from the side and let fall away.

"Itachi!" she chastised.

"You don't need them," was all he said, before diving into her core, tongue first.

A raw moan escaped her, as hot as lava to his sensitive ears.

He needed to hear more of it.

His tongue fell into a steady rhythm of circling her clit, then flicking over it. He kept his hands on her thighs, in part to keep them spread, and in part to make sure she didn't buckle completely under the pressure his tongue was creating. Hinata's fingers tugged at his hair, while the other massaged her breast.

Itachi pulled away just long enough to mutter, "Look at the mirror."

She obeyed. More out of reflex than anything else.

He felt the moment her breath was taken away. Hinata's entire body seemed to shudder above him, and he couldn't help the crooked grin that split his lips. While he knew that Hinata couldn't see it, he was at least satisfied that she could likely feel it.

His tongue delved in once more. But Itachi didn't bring her over the edge, only to the brink. She couldn't cum yet. They'd only just begun. He was going to make her scream for it first.

She almost collapsed when he stood. Itachi held her upright. Her eyes were filled with a mix of tension and disappointment, and he laughed openly at the sight. Hinata huffed, and when she made a move to return the favor, he only gripped her hips to keep her in place.

"Any requests?" he asked with a roguish smirk that was entirely unlike him. The sight alone made her tremble in anticipation.

Hinata quivered under the intensity of his gaze, but eventually, after her mouth sought his a second time, she whispered against his lips, "Carry me."

Itachi obliged.

It wasn't long before her legs were wrapped around his waist, and they were a mess of breathless pants and intertwined limbs. Itachi inched backwards until his back hit a wall. One of the mirrors fell and shattered on their way, but he could hardly take his mind away from a very naked and very needy Hinata clutching at him like he was her only lifeline in an endless sea.

Her arm stretched out, seeking purchase elsewhere, somewhere she could grip that was far away from his talented tongue. She unintentionally hit a kimono stand. The priceless fabric fell to the floor with a heavy thud, but that, too, was ignored, when Itachi dragged all of her back into himself. He pulled her as close as humanly possible to him.

Itachi grunted, then turned, so he could press her against the wall. Her back hit it more roughly than he intended, but he couldn't stop now. He didn't bother asking if she was ready for him. The juices that slid down her legs and dampened his pants were enough.

Itachi pulled what was left of his clothes down just enough to expose his twitching cock.

Hinata whined in his arms. Desperation at its most beautiful.

He pulled away for a moment to take in her half-lidded gaze and red cheeks, before he plunged deep inside of her. No words, no warning, just a grunt of satisfaction and a steady pace. His mind came close to bursting at the feel of soft, hot feminine heat. It enveloped him entirely, stretching to swallow him whole.

She grew slicker with each thrust of his hips, until he was sliding in and out with so much ease that he didn't care how hard he was diving into her. Her body rammed into the wall with a vengeance, but every cry was muffled into his shoulder. At least she remembered to be quiet, but Itachi doubted the mind of any adult that passed by this room and didn't know what they were doing. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was so loud and so erotic that his cock throbbed from the noise alone.

His nails dug into her thighs, as he groaned. Low and throaty. She was mumbling his name like a mantra at this point. Like the feel of her wasn't enough to encourage him to keep going. Every move made him plow harder into her.

When Itachi squeezed one of her perfect globes and tugged at the crown, Hinata finally let out a loud moan, no longer caring about how loud she was or who heard her.

He almost came at the sound of her gasping in his ear. Itachi shut his eyes to control himself. After giving her nipple one last pinch, that same hand moved to flick across her clit. He wasn't surprised when her nails dug into his shoulders and she let out a wild scream. A surge of pleasure rocked her, and it wasn't long before she was contracting around him.

Itachi kept going. He couldn't stop now even if he wanted to. He went faster and harder, riding her through her orgasm. She writhed before him. When her back finally arched, he couldn't quite contain his laugh when he hit her right back into the wall with a particularly brutal thrust.

Hinata could hardly muster an ounce of concern. She clearly hadn't felt it through the pleasure, or if she had, then she didn't care.

He kept pounding into her, rough and merciless, capitalizing on her sensitivity from her recent finish. Both of them were slick with sweat. Itachi could already feel her next orgasm building up. She was so responsive.

"Ugh…" Itachi grunted.

He buried his face in her collar, and she responded by drawing him closer. Hinata ran her hands tantalizingly over his torso in a sweet caress that didn't at all fit the desperation between them. Itachi kept his pace. A shock of heat bubbled from inside of his core and spread throughout his body. She trembled with him. Her toes curled, as she arched her back a second time, and when those tight walls gripped his cock to an unbearable degree again, he lost himself completely.

Itachi let out a guttural moan.

His mind slipped away from him, as a load of thick cum burst from his member, making her pussy even hotter than before. She felt so fucking good. He needed more. Whatever she offered, even if it was everything, he knew that it would never be enough for him. He kept moving. Distantly, he registered their shared juices dripping onto the floor and seeping into the cloth of his pants, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. If someone questioned why he needed to borrow a pair of clothes, then he'd damn well tell them.

His thrusts eventually slowed to a reluctant stop and by the time his mind returned to reality, his vision was clouded with her skin. She was absently rubbing his back and shoulders, soothing whatever leftover tension remained. She was always so attuned to his needs, and oh, so attentive. He had to kiss her. A lingering kiss that made his chest feel close to bursting.

Itachi didn't slip out of her welcoming heat, not wanting to just yet.

"Your," she paused to breathe, "returns are always so memorable, Itachi."

A half-grin tilted his lips.

"Shall we christen the rest of your house?"

"W—What?"

"I still need to get the rest of your measurements," he said, pulling away from her neck, so he could plant his forearms on the wall beside her head. He trapped her with them, so she could only look at him. His hips dug into her again, keeping her in place with the strength of his lower half alone. "I want to know how you look in different types of lighting, too."

His back curved over her, so he was level with her eyes.

"What do you say?"

"It's over twenty rooms!" she said in disbelief.

The smirk that stretched his lips then told her that he knew.