elevate [itachi x sakura]

2. Baking

Sakura jumped with fright when Itachi rested his forehead on her shoulder suddenly. "Oh! Anata, you gave me a fright. Are you hungry? I'm making cinnamon rolls. Mostly for my cute team but I don't mind making more."

Two hands curled around her waist and he grunted in response. He hadn't slept well. He barely did, and it was even worse when he couldn't feel Sakura's warmth next to him. It didn't help that she was an early riser, and had a strict work-out regime she enjoyed sticking to with Konan.

Raising his head slightly, Itachi watched her stir a batter in a neon green bowl. He was quite fond of sweet foods and even fonder of Sakura's baking. He loved the way it tasted and loved to watch her.

Sticking his fingers in the paste, he placed it in his mouth to taste. Taste-buds zinging, he smiled and stuck his fingers in it again. Sakura scowled.

"Don't eat it all now!" she told him.

"I'm not," he swore, and brought his hand to her mouth.

Surprised, her lips parted and he took this opportunity to put his coated fingers on her tongue. Sloppily, she sucked his digits clean and hummed pleasantly at the taste.

Itachi used his other hand and instead of sticking the batter in his mouth again, he trailed it up her shirt. It got messy, especially when he coated it around her breast. She gasped.

"I can think of another sweet thing I want to eat," he insisted, and Sakura went rigid.

A hot flush shot through her and she tilted her head up to look at him. "You can be so naughty, anata," she laughed.

He leaned down to kiss her hard and turned her around. Hands on waist, he lifted her onto the basin and pushed the bowl away.

"You can finish that later."

He stuck his head under her shirt.

"If this is to make up for pissing me off – "

"This is because I want to." His tongue slid over her nipple and she sighed happily at the friction it created against her skin.

"Oh, Itachi," she moaned.

The door was hammered with knocks from tiny fists. "Sensei! Sensei! Sensei, come out! Sarumiko is fighting with the chunin again!"

The couple froze and Sakura laughed.

"I'll be out in a second!" she called.

Itachi huffed, physically slouching, but didn't remove his head from her shirt immediately. Giggling in amusement, Sakura pet the top of her his head.

"C'mon now, anata," she cooed.

He relented and stood up straight. He wasn't exactly a fan of Sakura being a genin sensei, especially when she could just go on missions with him instead. Well. There were a million reasons as to why that was a bad idea, but Itachi could still be stroppy about it. Those little monsters dictated all of her attention sometimes.

"Answer the door for me, anata? I'm going to get changed quickly," Sakura said.

"Aa," he grunted and, agitatedly, headed for the front door. When he opened it, two preteens were standing there.

One was a tiny green-haired girl named Gouda, who wore circular spectacles, and the other was a tall broad boy named Usui. He had curly black hair and mischievous orange eyes but somehow, in all his cunning, he knew not to mess with the Uchiha. He might have looked like an idiot but he certainly wasn't one – he knew very well how formidable Itachi was. It wasn't hard to miss the tales of the Uchiha clan.

"Ahh, I-Itachi-san..." squeaked Gouda, a little startled that it wasn't their pretty sensei who had answered the door.

"Good morning," Itachi said after a moment of silence.

"Ne, ne, is Saku-sensei in there? Is she in her underwear? Sensei~!" Usui chided, attempting to enter the premises but Itachi's arm shot out quickly and stopped him in his tracks. Usui sucked in a sharp breath of air and jolted in fright. Huffing, he put his hands up in surrender and grumbled, "All right, all right, I'm sorry."

Itachi peered down with all his height at the two gennin and wondered if this was what Sakura might've been like when she was a genin. The air was tense between the trio, and finally after what felt like eternity, Sakura reappeared behind her terrifying gangsta of a husband.

"Sorry for the wait, what's going on?" she asked chirpily, stepping under Itachi's arm that was braced between himself and the other side of the doorway.

"Sarumiko! She took on the chunin again!" Gouda informed.

"She's so dim-witted," Usui rolled his eyes, "Always causing trouble for us—hey!"

Sakura ruffled the top of his head roughly causing him to cry out and slap her hand away, cheeks going red.

"Don't say such things about your teammate, Usui-chan!" she lightly scolded. "We'll go right away. I'm sure she had a good reason."

They started away from the house when the woman jumped, remembering something, and excused herself quickly. She raced back to the entrance of her home and spear-tackled Itachi to the ground, peppering him with kisses.

"Have a good day," she whispered through her pecks.

"Sakura," complained Itachi when her affections became too much. She squirmed on his lap, trying to get up again when her gennin team began to make puking noises at the display, and he held her close. "You make me want to kidnap you."

She grinned cheekily and got to her feet, dusting herself off.

"Mmhmm! I'll see you!"

"See you."

When Sakura left, the house always felt empty all of a sudden. Itachi got to his feet and sighed, already missing her presence. He never thought he would be so dependent on another person until he met Sakura, and as he made his way back to the kitchen, he felt a deep sadness weighing down on his chest.

Luckily for him, she was an incredibly messy person so there was a lot of cleaning to do. He couldn't imagine her as such a messy child. In fact, it was something he didn't have the pleasure to ponder upon because she couldn't remember what she was like as a child either.

Itachi supposed he was an awful spouse for not revealing what he knew about her already. Besides, Sakura couldn't remember anything before she woke up in Amegakure.

She had been a Konohagakure shinobi, left for dead on an S-Rank mission, and now thought to be deceased.

But that was four years ago.