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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Relationship:
      Haruno_Sakura/Uchiha_Itachi
  Character:
      Haruno_Sakura, Uchiha_Itachi
  Additional Tags:
      Public_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-13 Words: 2514
****** Round and Round ******
by Purple_Panic
Summary
     Sakura and Itachi are high school students facing the threat of
     college breaking up their current relationship. When they're alone on
     a school bus together, Itachi takes the chance to show Sakura just
     how much she mean to him.
This fic is written for cutecrazyice because I asked for drabble prompts and
she requested Sakura and Itachi on a school bus. I haven't written Ita/Saku for
a while so sorry if I'm rusty. Sakura is only a high school sophomore so she IS
technically underage in this fic. If that bothers you, then don't read it.
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Round and Round
Sakura scribbled the rough draft for her essay as the bus bounced along.
Because this field trip to the observatory would get them home later than
usual, she wouldn't have time to work on her essay before leaving for work at
the Yamanaka flower shop. She was a sophomore honor student with straight As,
was involved in several school clubs, was taking two courses over at the local
community college, and worked part time. She had to find ways to manage her
time or go completely insane.
Working on her essay also helped her forget the fact that her extra-curricular
activities no longer involved a successful relationship with the devastatingly
handsome Itachi Uchiha, a senior with equally high grades, a full ride to an
Ivy League university, and the promise of a successful career with his father's
company. Oh, and enough skill in bed that her thighs quivered just thinking
about it, and she was thinking about it even as she took care no to so much as
glance his way since he was sitting just across the aisle from her.
She had chosen to sit at the back of the bus, hoping Itachi wouldn't see her
and sit more towards the front, but he had clearly sought her out and had spent
half of the trip trying to engage her in conversation. She had ignored him and
he had eventually taken the hint and the ride had continued on with both of
them silent.
She had broken up with him a week ago. It was already April and she knew he
would be going to the other side of the country for school in the Fall. There
she was sure he would meet some pretty college girl and forget all about his
silly high school sweetheart. Sakura would have been content to see the
relationship to its inevitable conclusion if it weren't for one simple fact.
She was dangerously close to falling in love with him. He was smart, popular,
handsome, the valedictorian for his class, and so good to her that I was
impossible for her not to fall for him. But she was no fool. Even if she did
end up attending the same school as him, she would be two years behind him and
by then, he would have found somebody else. She needed to sever ties now while
her heart was still intact, and though she had told Itachi all this, he refused
to take no for an answer, insisting that he wanted to continue dating her, even
if it meant a long distance relationship.
The bus rumbled to a stop as they arrived at their destination. Sakura stood
and smoothed out her short, pleated skirt, hating the fact that the back of her
thighs stuck to the plastic material that seemed to cover all school bus seats.
People towards the front of the bus filtered out slowly, and just as she was
about to move forward, a firm jerk on her wrist pulled her back down to the
seat. Hand was pressed over her mouth as she was forced to duck low. The
unmistakable spice of Itachi's cologne filled her nose and she realized he
meant to keep her hear on the bus after everyone had left.
The last of the students stepped off the bus and a moment later, the slam of
the driver's door signaled that the driver had also exited the vehicle. They
were completely alone.
She wriggled out of his grasp and shot him a withering glare. "What the hell do
you think you're doing? I need to catch up with the rest of my class!"
"You're not going anywhere until you tell me why you broke up with me," Itachi
replied, his voice calm, but stern. "You owe me that much, Sakura."
Since their break up, she had refused to take his calls. She avoided him at
school. She had even told her friends to ignore him if he asked about her. She
didn't want to tell him her reasons for ending their relationship because she
was sure he would find a way to warp her logic and change her mind.
"Just forget it, ok?" she spat. "It's over between us. There's nothing you can
do."
They sat side by side on the bench seat as he regarded her with those dark,
piercing eyes. She always felt like those eyes could see right into her and see
her thoughts. Short pieces of hair that weren't quite long enough to stay in
his ponytail, fell into his eyes and perfectly framed his face. Sakura's heart
clenched. He was so damn attractive, so determined not to lose her. She had to
stay strong.
"If you don't care about me anymore, just say it and I'll leave you alone," he
said. "But I feel like you do care and you're still running away."
Sakura tried to harden her glare, giving him an unwavering stare through a
fringe of pink bangs. "I don't care about you Itachi. I don't feel the way I
used to."
His dark eyes continued to bore into hers, almost as if he could see her lie in
them.
"I don't believe you," he said.
And before she could protest, his hand was at the back of her head, pulling her
in for a kiss. If there was one thing Itachi Uchiha knew how to do, it was
kiss. The moment their lips touched, an electric current raced down Sakura's
spine, leaving her tingling and breathless. Itachi's tongue traced her lower
lip before nibbling it gently. Even if Sakura had had the mind to back away,
his hand behind her head held her close. His tongue slid through her parted
lips to sweep over her teeth and explore every familiar corner of her mouth.
Sakura was caught up in that wonderful, dizzying sensation, so much more that a
tiny whimper escaped her. That was all the encouragement Itachi needed.
With minimal effort, he was able to sling Sakura's thigh over his hip and
maneuver her into his lap. Suddenly her groin was pressed against Itachi's, and
it was easy for Sakura to tell that she was having an effect on him. The
hardening bulge in his pants was pressed intimately against her, and only the
thin layer of her satin panties shielded her from the roughness of his jeans.
He continued to kiss her, and though Sakura had intended to stop him, her hands
were now running through his hair, freeing it from the black elastic band. His
hands swept over her back before slipping under her short skirt. Her thong left
her ass bare and he gave the toned cheeks a firm squeeze massaging them in
long-fingered hands as he continued to kiss her senseless.
The contact made Sakura moan wantonly against his lips, her temperature spiking
as moisture began to gather in her panties. She was a model student who had
never once received disciplinary action, yet here she was, ditching a field
trip to make out on the deserted bus.
"I knew you still had feelings for me," he rasped. "What game are you playing
here? Why are you trying to break my heart?"
A hand gathered her pink locked and pulled just hard enough to break the kiss
when she tried to reengage their lips. She was flushed and panting and not at
all in the mood to talk, especially about the chosen topic, but she had no
choice.
"You're leaving for college soon, Itachi. Things will change. I figured I'd end
it now before wither of us got too involved."
"Sakura, we still have all, summer, and I thought we agreed that when I left,
we would try the long distance thing."
"Sure, you say that now," she sighed in frustration. It figured he would end up
dating the only man in the world who would rather talk about his feelings than
make out. "But when you get to college, you'll change. You be surrounded by
girls that you'll see every day. Our goals will be different and I might not
even transfer to your school when I graduate high school. You'll get lonely and
find someone else and if I'm going to be crushed, I'd rather it be now when it
doesn't hurt so badly."
Itachi's eyes searched hers again, drowning her in their bottomless depths as a
smirk formed on his lips. "For a smart girl, you sure are dumb. Do you honestly
think I would find some other girl to replace the one I loved?"
And then his lips were on her, short circuiting her mind and preventing her
from processing the fact that Itachi had just confessed that he was in love
with her. His hands returned to her ass and guided her pelvis in a rocking
motion, forcing her to grind against him.
Sakura gasped at the delicious friction, her damp panties becoming wetter as he
squeezed her butt and kissed her hard. Through the lusty haze, Sakura managed
to put enough words together to vocalize her shock, and when he plated a fiery
trail of kisses down the side of her neck, she panted out, "y-you love me?"
"Yes," he growled against her skin. "I'd only just realized it before you broke
up with me."
He brought a handover her cloth-covered sex and ran his pointer and middle
finger slowly up and down her cleft, feeling her damp flesh twitch and pulse
beneath moist silk.
Sakura moaned, back arching as he massaged up and down her slit, pausing to
circle the hard bud of her clit. His teeth nipped at her neck, tongue sweeping
over the skin to sooth and arouse.
"I was going to tell you, but you refused to see me. If you still don't want to
be with me, I understand, but I had to let you know how I feel," he whispered
against her neck as teasing fingers danced maddeningly over her sex, driving
her into a frenzy.
Itachi's ability to keep speaking so eloquently while Sakura was falling apart
might have been annoying if she had been able to think coherently. But now, all
she could do was moan his name as he tugged her panties to the side and sank
twin fingers to the hilt in her core.
His digits slowly scissored in and out of her dripping hole making, her sob in
delight. Her skirt was hiked around her waist, and with a quick tug, her T-
shirt was pulled up over her simple black bra. Sakura rocked her hips
rhythmically against his hand, aiding him in pushing into her deeply. It felt
so good but she needed more and fumbled clumsily with the fly of his jeans.
"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Itachi panted, his voice no longer so
controlled as his rigid member sprung from the confines of his jeans. Sakura
had never had sex in a place so public, a place where they could get caught and
suffer serious consequences, but she needed him inside her and she needed to
now.
Rather than answer, she guided him to her opening, waiting for his fingers to
vacate before slowly sinking down on his shaft. The action effectively put an
end to Itachi's questions as he grit his teeth against the pleasure. Sakura
threw back her head and moaned at the feeling of his thick shaft inside her. It
had only been a little over a week since they had last done this, but to her,
it felt like forever and she had a burning need that demanded satiating.
She began to bounce enthusiastically, Itachi's hands gripping her hips and
guiding her up and down his length. He managed to catch her bra with his teeth
right between the satin cups and pull it down so tightened nipples came into
view. He took one into his mouth and sucked hungrily, rolling the pink over his
tongue as Sakura continued to ride.
Sakura's frantic bouncing would have rocked a smaller vehicle, but the large
bus stood solidly still as Sakura worked her dripping hole repeatedly over her
lover's shaft.
"That's so good," Itachi groaned against her breast as feminine muscles flexed
around his manhood. She was tightening around him as she neared the brink,
squeezing him, milking him.
His hands slammed her down on his length, forcing himself in deeper. Sakura
cried out as he repeated the action over and over, knowing a little rough
pounding often brought her to release. Hands fisted desperately in his shirt as
pleasure overwhelmed her. Her thighs quivered as she reached her peak, her sex
rippling and squeezing him mercilessly as she rocked her hips against his
helplessly, riding the waves of her orgasm with eyes shut tight and lips
brokenly calling his name.
Itachi's own release was imminent, too close for him to hold back. He slammed
her hips down and held them there as he pounded up into her hard and fast,
jackhammering into her supple body and driving the breath from her lungs.
Sakura could hardly breathe, her orgasm intensified by his hard thrusts, her
vision starting to tunnel until she was suddenly pulled off his lap and to her
knees. His member was pressed to her mouth and she instinctively began to suck,
tasting her own juices and soon, the hot, bitter tang of Itachi's release.
She swallowed down the milky fluid greedily, her mind still in a daze after an
earthshattering orgasm. Itachi collapsed back onto the bench, wobbly n his own
feet and pulled Sakura's head to rest against his thigh. For a moment, they
remained still as their labored breathing slowed. When they had the strength,
the went about straightening their clothes, Itachi zipping up his pants and
Sakura tugging her bra and thong back into place and smoothing out her skirt.
She stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do, but he pulled her
against him protectively, burying his nose in her rosette locks.
"Don't think that I told you how I feel just to get you back," he said. "But
please at least consider giving the long distance thing a try. I can't promise
that we'll be together forever, but I don't want to lose you. Think about it,
but if your mind I made up, I understand."
Sakura knew his words were sincere and found that she didn't even have to go
home and think about what she wanted. She already knew.
I don't want to lose you either, "she said, intertwining her fingers with his.
"Because I think I might be faling in love with you too."
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