Somewhere in the snow

AN: Woo hoo this is the first time I have touched this piece in several months but I made promises and threats were made so I pick up my key board once more and oil up my mouse and hunch down over my computer sufficiently recovered from the loss of my computer chair.

Also there was recently a HUGE mix up with chapters and where they belong so I suggest that you go back and start reading from the end of chapter four again or else your gunna be lost and even more confused then I made you last time I posted.

See first chapter for disclaimer

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Somewhere In The Snow

Chapter Six: Sin with me Sakura

Dark eyes caressed the soft candle lit curves that seemed to soak in light and produce it three fold, a woman’s glow, and he had to admit that it fascinated him. He lifted his arm in comparison, while the skin itself resembled fine alabaster marble with thin blue veins, it in no way could be described as glowing. Itachi briefly considered the idea that maybe a woman’s chakra paths just traveled closer to the surface of the skin, but quickly discarded the idea as ridiculous. He couldn’t take his eyes away as she tided up after dinner, washing the simple tin plates.

Sakura stood and looked about the one room that was open to them after Itachi had declared, before their bath, that their bedding would be moved into the main room in order to preserve fuel. He watched with amusement as she straightened the bedding he had dragged into the room earlier, then began touching and arranging everything around her to her satisfaction. Something he had often observed about some women, they had to adjust everything in their surroundings to fit specifically to them. Especially if they felt a man had done an inadequate job or they were suspicious that another woman might have touched and arranged a place they thought of solely as their own.

Which was true of the furniture in the room, it had belonged to the previous owners, and he had done very little to change it. But what surprised him was that she instinctively had a feel for the woman who came before her and out of possessiveness, thought to rearrange everything so that no sign of the other female existed in the room any longer. Women really were fascinating, he thought idly once more to himself.

Her glances would sneak over to his darkened side of the room and she would attempt to find the eyes that she knew were watching her, but the attempts were half hearted. Her face heated and she turned away to once more circle the room, rearranging previously arranged things in an attempt to ignore his probing eyes. After they had woken up in the hot spring this awkwardness had been a part of her every movement. Itachi had been more then willing to initiate his plan then, but every touch from him had caused her to stiffen up and push away so he would allow her a little time to settle down.

Itachi continued to watch her, he keenly felt the somber mood the room had taken once there was nothing else to talk about, at least on her part. He was content with the silence, he let his eyes wander to the simple futon lying close to the fire pit shoved into a corner of the wall to best retain heat on all sides. He thought about laying her down among those blankets and furs, wedging her body up against the wall and- his gaze immediately swung back to her. He had heard the first soft strains of an unfamiliar song and he leaned forward as her voice grew stronger. Staring into the fire she let the song flow from her throat, not acknowledging the interested stare she could feel on the back of her neck.



Where are you this moment
Only in my dreams
You're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me.


I'm lost now without you.
I don't know where you are.
I keep watching,
I keep hoping,
but time keeps us apart.


Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow,
to bring you back home?


Winter lies before me,
Now you're so far away
In the darkness of my dreaming
The light tore, you will stay


If I could be close beside you
If I could be where you are
If I could reach out and touch you
And bring you back home

Is there a way I can find you?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow,
to bring you back home?
To me...


The last two words died on the last strains of the hauntingly slow song and she let her chin rest on her chest, eyes glued to the fire. The quiet shuffle of clothing behind her was the only warning before she felt warm breath on the back of her neck. Long fingers reached around to cup her throat, slowly gliding up to stroke her jaw and cheek.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of such a beautiful song?” She shivered when she heard the breathy question blown into her ear.

“I don’t know. I just…I guess I’ve always liked that song and suddenly it just seemed so right to sing it, that’s all. I just felt like singing. Why, did it sound all right?” her shoulders shrugged to cover her slight tremble when she felt his body come in full contact with her back.

“You sang well. You sounded so sad- like you were the one who lost something very precious.” He complemented once more.

Itachi switched his mouth to the other ear while his fingers continued their slow journey along her jaw, causing goose bumps to rise as he gently tugged on her ear lobe, tracing the inviting swirls of her ear. Drawing all of her attention to the sensitive erogenous zone. He tilted her head to the side with a tiny push of his fingers and his mouth sought out the inviting divot where her neck met her shoulder. She angled her head more to receive the most from his light tantalizing ministrations. She thought for a moment to push away, but was convinced to stay by the arms that settled around her.

She groaned when strong teeth nipped at the skin just below her jaw and she leaned farther into the body that was cupping hers from behind. The fire cracked and popped but was ignored by the two kneeling, basking in each other. The hands that had been stroking her face soon moved on eagerly to explore more enticing areas. They traveled down over her shoulders and arms to stroke and caress the tips of her fingers, gliding up the insides of her wrists to her ultra sensitive ribs and belly. She gasped again, despite the fact that he was using nothing more then the back of his fingers. She felt it in every part of her body like electricity, that arched from his fingers, to the very core of her body. But instead of shock and pain it left heat and gentle seductive lassitude.

Without ever being aware of the act, he had slipped his hands underneath her shirt to unsnap her bra. The sudden release of tension caused her breasts to gently drop down and pucker, sensitive to the foreign feel of a finger gliding back and forth over the tender ridges of her nipples. She gasped and arched into the palms that cupped her ample breasts. She leaned her head back to rest on the shoulder behind her as every muscle in her body went slack with languid heated desire. Her breath fanned his neck as it accelerated with the squeezes and tugs of his rough calloused fingers. Rather then repelling her, the calluses gave the feel of his hand a new dimension as the rough patches alternately teased and soothed her. The only sounds in the room were small rustles as bodies adjusted to find new and exciting ways to torment one another and ragged breathing as they gave in to their passions.

A tug on her hair and a warm hand at the base of her neck were enough to propel her towards the bed. Once she stood, she looked in awkward trepidation at the furs waiting for her. The hands behind her encouraged her to lie down among the cold comfort. Even before it could register in her mind, the same hands spread her raised knees and Itachi settled down between her open legs, taking a moment to grind his pelvis into the inviting heat of her pubis. The warm weight of him was a comfort, like nothing else, and she was grateful for the way his body blocked all light, keeping his face in dark shadows. Leaving nothing but the sensation of taste and touch in her warm cocoon of his arms, legs, and the burning heat of his belly laying across the length of her torso.

He roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side to devour her neck with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Her hands reached up underneath his clothing to feel out the warm slightly sweaty contours of his muscled back. Her fingers gripped hard when a finger once more found the sensitive tip of her nipple, leaving sharp crescent moon impressions in the pale skin. His mouth traveled down her neck and met the collar of her shirt. Moving with quick efficient movements, he removed both it and her bra. He then proceeded to attack her nipples with his fingers and tongue causing Sakura to arch and grip his hips with her long slender legs, pulling him deeper into her body, sinking into the luscious curve of her flanks and belly.

She returned the favor by pulling his shirt up, feeling him help her pull it over his head. He returned to her, this time he found the elastic edge of her pants, and started to work them down under her butt and past her thighs. She had not had any clean underwear to change into after their bath. So there was now no barrier to bar his prying eyes. All she could think to do was catch her own hands on to the top of his pants and pull them down but she was still too shy to pull down his boxers. That was no problem, because he shucked them as well. He chuckled lightly when she quickly averted her gaze away from the long thick rod that sprang out of his boxers.

Feeling the chill invading their warm nest, he quickly covered her body once more and threw the blankets hurriedly over their bodies to prevent the chill from waking her from her seduced state. She only stared up at him with half lidded eyes as she focused on the feel of his naked skin laying so intimately over hers. That fleshy tool was trapped between his loins and hers and the heat it threw off was more then enough to distract her as she slightly arched up to get a better feel for its size. His hips thrust back at her, grinding lightly into her pelvis, in acknowledgment of her curiosity and she snapped her eyes up to look into his shadowed face.

Those dark eyes stared at her once more, their intent gaze unnerving her like it always had. She still was not intimidated, if that was the word to use. She saw the passion burning like a bonfire in his eyes and it wasn’t just the reflection of the fire that had been caught in his pupils. It was deep and passionate and she lost herself staring up into the mesmerizing glare. While she lay trapped in that dark ebony gaze, he cupped her hip with his hand and rolled off to the side, keeping one knee over her thigh to keep her lying open for his inquisitive fingers. The gentle touches were over and she felt the warm heavy rasp of his fingers as they burrowed their way through sparse springy pink curls down into the dewy center that they hid.

The warm lips returned once more to her neck as his gaze finally broke away from her. She rolled her head back and panted when she felt the fingers go past the first layer and enter her warm passage, first one finger and then a second, to be grasped and milked by the tightly wound muscles within. A thumb gently flicked at the little bud that had been hidden from him under her hood and his wrist gently pressed her hips into stillness as she tried to raise them higher towards the source of her pleasure. He pushed his fingers higher up within her and he was rewarded with her first moan of pleasure as the intensity spiked to a whole new level. His other hand reached over and caught her wrist, guiding it down to the root of his desire. He gently encouraged her to hold and tug on him. He raised and rotated her hips to allow her hand to gain more access to him. When she seemed to falter, he surrounded her hand with his own and started pumping to encourage her efforts.

He felt a warm gush of liquid pour over his fingers and he gently smeared it around her sex causing her to arch once more. She reflexively gripped the head of his member causing him to curl and groan in passion at the sudden intense pleasure. Having had enough, he rolled on top of her and pushed her legs until they pinched him right below his armpits. Leaning up on his arms, he reached down between her legs and placed the head of his sex at her warm entrance, then allowed it to rest in that warm cradle, but not pushing forward. Feeling his hesitation, Sakura attempted to push her hips up towards him but his hand came down on her low belly and held her still.

“Do you want it? Tell me how much you want it, tell me how bad it feels without it.” He breathed into her ear as he teased her even further by rocking the head gently, causing her muscles to spasm and clench around emptiness.

“Ooooh…Itachi…please, please, please,” she moaned incoherently as she continued to rock up against him.

“Please what? Please stop?” he nipped at her ear in reprimand.

“Please fuck me, Itachi. Fuck me hard,” she squeaked out in agony.

She was mortified at the words she had just used, but was rewarded as Itachi completely sheathed himself in her body with one decisive stroke. He adjusted her legs and then, leaning up on his elbows, nudged farther into her and rocked against her. Slowly grinding her body into the cushions beneath her. She grabbed onto his shoulders, once more sinking her nails deep into his skin when he hit that sweet spot deep within, causing her head to loll to the side and her eyes to roll back in pleasure. He felt her body wind tighter as he continued to thrust into her at a steady rate, holding back his own passion with every bit of will he possessed as he felt her grab and claw his back with frustrated desire.

She made a high pitch gasp as he plunged deep within her and he felt all the muscles deep within her clench around him in a forceful clasp. At this he lost the last restraints of his control and quickly lifting her leg up onto his shoulder. He turned her onto her side and kneeling down between her parted legs, he pounded roughly into that wet haven, grabbing her hips and pulling her body sharply into his thrusts. She cried out, grabbing the blankets and anything she could reach as she felt him lose control of his pace, forcing her body over the edge.

She cried out, every muscle in her body clenched and spasmed as a wave of hot blood rushed through her body. She felt his fingers bite sharply into her skin as he leaned over her and grunted as warm liquid erupted deep within her. She opened her eyes and stared blindly into the room as he gasped for air, leaning heavily against her, and allowed her leg to come down off his shoulder. Her wide eyes looked up and stared at him as if she had never seen him before in her life. Roughly throwing her body away from him, she grabbed whatever blankets she could and attempted to cover her vulnerable body, scooted away as fast as she possibly could while staring in an outraged shock at the man still kneeling naked in the middle of the futon.

Her shaking arm raised and an accusing finger came up, pointing directly at the man still encompassed in shadows, hiding his expression from her.

“Itachi, you BASTARD!”

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Special AN: Questions you may not ask me

1: why did she scream "Itachi you bastard" at the end?

Obviously since I ended with that...it will be explained in the next chapter and not a minute before. Ways you may coerce me into telling you early are A: selling me your little brother for menial house chores B: sexual favors and C: Buying all my anime for a year

2: Did she really lose the baby?...yes she really really really really really did and no its not a secret I just didn’t want to get into it in detail...maybe in a later chapter.

3: What is Itachi planning?-If I knew that then the next chapter would come much faster that’s for sure...I don’t really plan these things out I just get inspired and spend five hours typing it out...sometimes even the things I had planned to do when I sat down get changed the minute I start typing it. I’m not a method typer I’m a non linear typer- take from that what you wish its still true all the same...so asking me about future plot points is a useless effort cause I really don’t have any idea. Also I’m a two finger typer who types really fast and does not subscribe to that whole “home row keys” theory…that’s why I have so many typos…not a lack of knowledge just laziness.