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Sakura didn’t mind Suna, the people were easy to get along with and Temari was a good friend of hers, hell she even liked the sand. What she didn’t like was all the heat. If she had to choose between Suna’s heat and Kiri’s cold, she’d pick Kiri every time.
She had gone to Suna on a simple mission – more of a request from one Kage to another – along with Itachi. It was no big deal, wouldn’t be long and plus she was with her lover. It was more like a vacation anyway, but now that they were heading home. Well, she was glad to be going home, but it also meant weathering a hot sandy desert for three days and the cold nights as well.
And since the mission was over and it was just the two of them, of course Sakura would end up complaining about it. Not enough to actually get on Itachi’s nerves, but still complaining all the same.
Sakura glared at the sand. “Why the hell do deserts have to be so damn hot?” She kicked the tan mounds of particles with her boot, somehow she’d managed to get the stuff in her shoe as well.
“Because it’s a sandy desert. Besides, they're freezing at night.” Itachi answered smoothly as if completely unaffected by the heat and his girlfriend’s grumbling. And he was; he’d heard her do it enough times that it was more amusing than anything.
“Exactly! They should be more stable.”
“Like Konoha?”
She threw him a dirty look. “Bite me.”
He chuckled with a smirk, padding across the clearing they’d stopped at the night before, only coming to a halt when their faces were mere centimeters apart.
She met his eyes as he leaned down to kiss her, the second his skin met hers, her eyes closed out of reflex.
His lips were hot, his touch scorching as gloved fingers swept across her cheek and she could feel the body heat exuding from him. It was a different heat from the one around them, a normally comfortable heat.
When he pulled back from their heated kiss, coldness rushed to take its place. She glared at him, “You did that on purpose.”
Again he chuckled, settling his hands on her hips, “Perhaps.”
She growled with frustration but before she could snap at him, he’d dipped his head back down again. But it wasn’t to kiss her, this time he went for her neck. She couldn’t help the groan as he sucked on the flesh at the base of her neck. Without warning he bit down and she squeaked in surprise. “Itachi.” He let go quickly, lapping his tongue over the bruised skin.
Then he pulled back, just enough to see her entire face.
One of her eyebrows was arched, “What was that for?”
He tilted his head slightly, “You said to bite you. That’s not what you meant?”
She blinked, “When did I…?”
He couldn’t help his amusement. Did one simple kiss really make her so forgetful still? It was a pleasurable thing to know how passionate his lover was. “When I was commenting on your complaints.”
Again green eyes blinked and then she seemed to realize exactly what he meant. “Oh.” Then she scowled, most would have been intimidated, he found it cute. “I didn’t mean it literally.”
“Then why say it?” He asked quizzically.
She rolled her eyes, “Because if I’d said anything else then you would have taken it literally in the wrong sense.”
He tightened his grip, well aware of where this conversation could go if he pushed it enough. And he would have done so gladly, but he’d rather her big comfy bed rather than the desert floor. “Is that so? I hope you remember that when we get home.”
Again she looked momentarily confused and slightly curious. He didn’t say anything, merely waited for it to click in her mind. She’d reach the conclusion he wanted her to, without a problem, he was just curious as to how she’d react. When she still didn’t seem to get it after a couple of seconds he shifted his arms until they were wrapped around her and he openly eyed her neck once more. That was all that was needed to draw a gasp from her, green eyes going wide.
He smirked down at her and she shivered in the circle of his arms. He could feel the heat pooling inside him but chose to ignore it for the time being. “Do you still not like the heat?”
She laughed then, smiling widely. “No, I still don’t like heat. Not unless you have something to do with it.”
He kissed her again, long and slow. She was quick to react; reciprocating the emotion and passion as she finally slipped her arms around his neck.
When they broke the kiss he didn’t bother to move away for a long moment. “I suppose we’ll just have to visit Suna more often.”
This time she glared at him.