The Flower That Blooms in the Darkness

He set me down, and I stared at the door, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"This door locks from the outside." I stated.

"Yes."

I paused. "Itachi-chan, what are we doing in here?"

No response.

I turned around, and he pinned me to the door.

"Hey! Watch it!" I complained, trying to get free.

Then I couldn't talk anymore, because his lips pressed against mine.

It wasn't what I would've expected from a mass-murderer.

It was soft, gentle.

I stopped struggling, and closed my eyes.

There's a lot of passion in him.

He moved away from my mouth, and onto my neck.

I gasped, and my eyes flew open.

"Itachi-chan, what was the dare?" I breathed.

His eyes met mine, and he smirked.

"I think you should know by now."

Of course! To get back at me, he dared Itachi-chan to do seven minutes!

Oh shit.

"Itachi-chan, I don't think this is a very good idea, especially if you really don't have feelings for me." I said, and pushed him away, glaring.

He glared back. "And what makes you think I don't have feelings for you anyway?"

My gaze softened. "Itachi-chan...what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I like you. A lot." He said, staring hard into my eyes, "And this isn't just a dare. He just dared me to keep you in the closet for the rest of the night. It was my choice as to what to do with this."

I didn't let him say any more. I flung myself into him, wrapping my arms around his chest, and looking up into his face.

"Gomen ne, Itachi-chan...." I whispered.

He said nothing.

I let go, and turned back toward the door.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I won't do it again." I said, my tone emotionless.

Then I was spun around.

He kissed me again, but this time, he poured more of his passion into it.

I responded, surprised.

When we pulled apart, he spoke. "This is my chance with you. I'm not going to blow it just because of a misunderstanding." He smiled softly.

I smiled back. "I'm glad that you can smile. It's been a while, huh?"

"Yeah, it's been a few years." Then he grinned. "But this time isn't for us to talk about my past."

"Then what is it for?" I asked, a grin playing on my lips.

"This."

He kissed me again. My hands wandered, and found his ponytail. I pulled it out slowly, and pulled back from the kiss to see the result.

His cloak blocked the view.

I started to unbutton it, and he smirked.

"it's a little early for us to start shedding clothes, isn't it?"

I smacked his arm. "You perv, I'm trying to see something."

I finished unbuttoning and let his cloak fall to the floor, revealing his fishnet shirt.

His hair was about past his shoulders.

He looked sexier than ever.

"Are you done?" The smirk was still in place.

"Hmmm...not yet." I reached out and ran my hands through his hair.

Then my hands traveled to his chest, feeling the perfect planes of it.

"Now are we done, Doctor Natsumi?"

"Itachi-chan, stop being pervy." I smacked his other arm.

He took my face in his hands, and kissed me again.

He pressed against me, putting my back into the door.

The kiss still didn't stop, not until he moved to my ear.

"The door isn't very stable. We should move." He whispered.

I shivered.

He chuckled, then picked me up and turned around, walking deeper into the closet.

Yes, this closet is extremely long. I have no idea why.

When we reached the end, he set me down, and rested his head against my neck.

My heart was thumping wildly, and I was sure he could feel it.

I was right.

He smirked. "Now they won't be able to hear us, or your heartbeat."

I ignored that last part. "Have they been listening the whole time?"

"No, they actually just started. Which is why I left. I want this to be private." He bit my neck playfully.

I gasped, and he chuckled again. "You're awfully sensitive on your neck and ears." He noted.

I blushed.

He paused, and looked into my face. "You're blushing."

"Yeah, and?" I said defensively.

"You usually never blush. This is a first."

"Shut up!" I blushed even harder.

He smirked again. "I found your weakness...." He bit my neck again, and this time, I tried to control my breathing.

It didn't work.

Dammit!

He paused, then went lower, trailing his lips along my collarbone.

"Itachi-chan...." I warned him.

He smirked up at me. "What are you going to do about it?" He started going lower again.

Then I was behind him.

I twirled him around and pushed him into the wall.

Let's see how you like it.

I smirked, then pressed my lips against his roughly. He responded with enthusiasm. I traced my tongue across his lips, and he let me in.

When I was done, I moved down to his neck, and bit down hard. His breathing turned uneven.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with that weakness." I commented, grinning.

And I've got a whole night to explore.

Now I was against the wall again.

I'm in trouble.

He smirked, and kissed me, unleashing all of his passion on me.

I hardly noticed when he took off my purple top, leaving me only in my lacy, black cami.

I could get lost in this.

I pulled off his fishnet shirt in return.

He smirked, and I smiled at him, slightly dizzy form our last kiss.

He chuckled, and kissed my forehead. "You're so adorable."

"Thanks." I beamed, and pushed him into the floor. I landed on top of him.

Our lips met again.

I broke off, brushing my lips across his cheek, and bit his ear. He drew in a sharp breath.

I giggled.

This is going to be an interesting night.