This is just a little extra...So..yeah. Not really important.
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The Rogue’s Love

~Extra~ Jesshika’s POV

I watched as the Akatsuki’s pointless battle raged on. Itachi seemed to be doing fine, and from what I could tell, the Uchiha hadn’t been issued a single scratch, yet. It’d better stay that way of the attacker would have hell to pay.

A light smirk played on my lips as I imagined myself actually trying to go up against one of these bad ass criminals. I probably couldn’t even lay a finger on Raikou.

I moved away from the window to the sleeping girl on the couch. That was a dirty trick they played on her. But, who could blame them? Raikou definitely didn’t have what it took to go against them. She just failed to see that.

“Thanks for watching her for me, Jesshika. I’ll take it from here.” I scrutinized the sleeping girl’s favorite member, picking her up as if she weighed nothing at all. I smiled at the red head. Although, he didn’t seem to noticed as his brown eyes never once left her dirty face.

“You care for her, don’t you?” Sasori’s gaze lead away from her, staring at me with incompetence. His face completely blank. It was almost as if he didn’t even fully understand what I was asking. 

On the outside, it may look like he was completely inconsiderate, but I didn’t believe it for a moment. Even if Sasori wasn’t the nicest of people, he always saw to it that Raikou was safe. Even if that meant making the stubborn girl unhappy. 

“Something like that,” he nodded, carrying her away. I do wish one of them would say something, soon. All of their random make out sessions would surely come back and bite Raikou in the ass if not.

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“You did good out there,” I grinned at the quiet Uchiha, his mind seeming to wander to far off places. He was always so distant. It made me want to demand what went on in the aphotic mind of his. The way he just always smiled and waved it off made me want to hit him. With a table.

“I could’ve done better,” he sighed, removing his cloak, then, his shirt. I marveled at his bare skin, wanting to run my hands over his hard stomach. Or, better yet, my tongue.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Ita-kun. You were distracted, that’s all.” He chuckled, removing his shoes. And,  finally, his pants. It would have been nice if he removed his underwear, too. But, it seemed as if he were dead set on keeping them on for the moment. And, if I had anything to say about it, that wouldn’t last very long. 

“That reminds me, do I have to entertain your little friends, tomorrow?” It’d be nice to get a break from all of those little perverts. I didn’t mind dancing, as long as it were for Itachi. But, let’s face it, the rest weren’t exactly normal.

They consisted of: The cross dressing pervert, the fish pervert, the religious pervert, the cheap pervert, and the plant pervert.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, anymore,” he breathed, sitting so that we were mere inches apart. I raised an eyebrow.

“And, why would that be, Mr. Uchiha?” Itachi’s lips slightly twitched at the title. He came closer so that I could feel the light brush of his lips against mine. “I don’t know. I was thinking that from now on, I’d like to be privately entertained.”

 “That may have to cost you,” I whispered, staring into the dark depths of his midnight colored eyes. How I would love to sit here and marvel at the way the light seemed to dance in his dangerous gaze. But, it would appear that I had more important things to do.

“And, that being?”

“You’ll see,” I smirked, pulling his head closer to mine, my hands knotting into his silky black hair

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I sighed as Itachi’s arms wound around my bare waist, burying his head into my shoulder. The Uchiha’s long, black hair had long since fell out of its usual messy ponytail. Not that it really bothered me; I much liked his hair like this.

“Itachi,” I moaned, closing my eyes. Somehow, I had stumbled upon a sex god. And, as if in some twisted fantasy, he was actually here. In bed. With me. Of all girls that were willing to throw themselves at him, he was here with me.

The slightly older male raised his head, planting sweet kisses around my neck. Then, eventually, my lips. It was like the coldness from the world had suddenly gone and was replaced with a deep, burning passion.

Again, I sighed into him, struggling to regain air to my lungs. Out of all of the people I’ve ever been with, no one has ever made me feel like this. Not until Itachi came along.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” I mumbled, brushing my fingers through his beautiful hair. Compared to him, there was nothing more perfect. And, as cheesy as it sounded, I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him.

Itachi’s soft lips settled into a half-hearted smile, collapsing besides me. My eyes stayed trained on the sweat that rolled down his chest, running between his hard abs. Would it be to inappropriate to run my tongue along the creases?

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered back, pulling me so that I rested atop his chest. Even if this is how we practically slept every night, I doubt I would ever be used to being this close to him. Each time he touched me it felt like my heart was competing in a race, and losing.

I laid my head on his perfectly toned chest, the sound of his even heartbeat drawing me into sleep. I had grown accustomed to the thumping in his chest singing me to sleep every night; a bit like a lullaby. And, I was certain I couldn’t sleep without it, now.

“Jess-chan?” Itachi asked, his fingers playing with my short hair. 

“Hmm?” I lazily answered, already half way sleeping. 

His hand stopped moving, almost hesitant. Itachi took a deep breath, wrapping his arms around me. “I want you..”

“Again? Itachi, we just--”

“No, no. Not like that.”

I lifted my head, trying to ignore the fact that I probably looked half dead. The man was confusing me, I needed answers. I held his face between my hands, resting my forehead against his.

“Then, what?” his hands found my back, his finger tips running up and down my spine.

“I just want you…to be mine. Us, to be together.” I closed my eyes, smiling.

“Like you needed to ask,” Itachi kissed me, again, making me forget just how tired I was. I mean, who needs sleep when you boyfriend was basically a sex machine. 

Kami, I loved using that word to describe Itachi. Boyfriend. 

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I feel very strange .-. Lol, this was weird. And awkward. Imma just go cry now from my lack of writing ability.

I’m curious, are any of you One Direction fans? Imma marry Niall. You know. The cute one. Hah.

Happy Readings~!