Advent Challenge Day Nine

[catriana_fiction]

I am officially behind.

Prompt: First son and daughter married to unite the clans.
Pairing: ItaHina
Genre: Romance
Rating: T(?) M(?)
Words: 1,114
Requester: windrider1 

 

“Would it make you feel better if I told you that this is also my first time?” he asked his wife. Itachi smiled thinly at her when she looked as if he had told her a meteor had just crashed and destroyed the village. “Yes, despite the rumors I have never been with another woman...although I was...forced to become fairly well read on the subject.” And he would hate his father forever more for that traumatizing experience.

He really could have done without knowing about his father’s massive porn collection. Really. He was going to have nightmares for years he was sure.

“O-oh.”  She said softly, looking down at her lap. “I’m sorry, Itachi-san, I didn’t mean to...”

“It’s alright.” He was honestly used to it at the age of twenty-three. A sigh escaped thin lips. “Hinata, you do not need to feel pressured by our families. I know they wish for us to have children immediately but that is not something they can force on us. Our marriage, yes. On this, we have a say.”

Her hands clenched the top of her kimono. They had been married for almost three months now and the farthest they had gotten was her staying in the same room as him. They didn’t even sleep in the same bed. Although they had never even really spoken until their engagement had been announced he had never seemed unkind or cruel to her in passing. Regardless, he was intimidating to her because he was Uchiha Itachi. The man who the entire village felt was practically a god – in more ways than one – and she was married to him. It was nerve wrecking.

Their families were putting pressure on them because they knew they had hardly even touched each other since their marriage and that was unacceptable. Hinata knew it was her fault, so she had decided to approach him. Now she was horribly embarrassed as she had all but borderline insulted him while he had been nothing but kind and gentle to her. He was so understanding and patient. She hated feeling so awkward and uncomfortable.

“I...I want to.” She said softly, looking down.

“No, you don’t.” gently, he moved his hands over hers, pulling them away from her top. Fingers brushed lightly along her jaw and he smiled thinly. “And that is...” he was cut off when soft lips brushed lightly along his. He should have seen that coming but he had underestimated her determination. For a moment he hesitated, mostly because it felt nicer than he had imagined.

While he wasn’t sure if he loved her, he did care for his wife and that also extended to desire. He refused to push her but she really wasn’t making it easy.

Pulling back, he shook his head lightly. “Don’t force yourself.”

“I...” looking down, she let out a small breath. “I don’t...mind. It’s not just because of our families that I want to be with you like this.”

His gaze was impassive as he took her in. Although she was nervous, she was also serious. It wasn’t just duty or obligation, she also liked him. Strange, since he had been convinced that she found him intimidating. Perhaps she still did, but the past three months had made her relax her views somewhat.

If he continued to reject her advances she could take it personally, she was sensitive like that. That would only hurt their slow progress; something their ‘relationship’ really didn’t need. So he leaned in, ignoring the tightening of his stomach as he continued where she left off. If she looked uncomfortable or told him to stop at any point than he would. He could only hope she wouldn’t regret her words in the morning.

She surprised him by moving forward, pulling up her kimono until she was actually straddling him. Lips slid over his again, firmer this time. It was a little awkward for the both of them – perhaps he should have taken those sexual training courses like his old ANBU captain had suggested years and years ago – but it did not take them terribly long to become more fluid.

Pale skin winked up at him as moonlight drifted into their room, illuminating his wife’s curved body. Dark eyes drank her in, for she was truly beautiful, before he dipped his head and arms wrapped around his neck. Her kimono was splayed out under her, dark midnight strands of hair fanned out around her like a silken pool. Legs wrapped around his waist as one hand began to move along soft skin.

He knew to stretch her and so he did, trailing kisses along a creamy neck that was beginning to show signs of red marks. His marks. It hadn’t been intentional; her hands had felt so wonderful on his body that had only known strain or pain. Hands that were as deadly as they were soft, hands that would rather help instead of hurt. Briefly, he wondered if his hands, hands that had only killed and brought pain would one day be like hers.

One day, his hands would hold a life, one that they had created. Perhaps then. He truly hoped so.

Both had been unable to hold back the strangled sounds made when he finally was inside of her. He had always been a calm individual, someone always in control. The sensations that his body experienced could not be expressed with words. Hot wet muscles wrapped him like a firm glove, kiss swollen pink lips parted, his name escaping. Her back arched. Thighs tightened. He moaned softly into her neck and held her tightly, drowning in these new sensations.

Then the muscles wrapped around him, the ones that seemed to know exactly how to slide over and bring him indescribable pleasure, clenching impossibly tight. A choked gasp escaped him and his wife was clinging to him as she reached her peak; crying out. Inner walls quiver and he can take no more. Soft grunts and gasps are barely heard as he fills her. For a moment, he feels as if he actually is in love with her, but he knows and understands it is the euphoria.

A smile emerges when he looked down at her and she is smiling softly. Warm pearl eyes are hooded, a soft smile on her lips. When she raises a hand to cup his cheek, he leans into the touch, closing his eyes.

They did not love each other now, but they could. Given time. Itachi was fine with this; he was a patient man and they had the rest of their lives. Pulling her close, the two newlyweds looked up at each other and smiled.

“Thank you.”