Ch 126

"You've always seen me, even without them." 

It's a half-truth. I don't know if Itachi has truly ever seen me, not in the way I want him to. But I can't bring myself to admit that. Not now. Not when everything between us felt so fragile, so delicate. 

He doesn't say anything in response. He leaned into my touch, just a little, like he's finally letting himself feel something real for the first time in so long. 

As I slowly pull my hand away, a subtle frown forms on Itachi's face, and I can see it—he's almost pouting, a rare and unexpected shift from his usual composed self. 

It's amusing, the way he watched my hand retract as if it's something he can't quite grasp. His lips part, but no words come out—just a moment of silence. 

For the first time, he looks... lost. I hesitated for a second, my gaze flickering between his expression and my hand that's now hanging loosely by my side. 

The silence stretched, and something in me pushed past the uncertainty. Slowly, I reach out again, this time gently guiding his hand to my cheek, pressing it softly against my skin. 

His fingers brush against my face, tentative at first, but then they settle. I held my breath, letting the moment linger as he felt the contour of my face—the slight curve of my jaw and the warmth of my skin. 

"See me," I murmured quietly, barely above a whisper. 

My eyes search his face, watching the subtle change in his expression as he slowly takes in every detail, his fingertips brushing along the curve of my cheekbone. 

Itachi doesn't move for a while, his hand staying gently pressed to my face. I can't tell if he's seeing me in some way he couldn't before, or if he's just trying to hold onto the feeling of what I am in this moment—before everything changes. 

Finally, his voice broke through the quiet, soft and almost uncertain. "I wish I could... see you completely." 

I don't know how to respond, so I don't. Instead, I lean into his touch, just slightly, letting him feel the warmth of me, the breath of me. 

It's a rare moment of connection, one that's more than just physical—more than just touch. It's something deeper. Something unspoken that's been there, buried beneath the surface for so long. 

As Itachi's fingers brush against my forehead, I keep still, letting him explore the smoothness of my skin. Slowly, he traced down to my eyebrows, feeling their shape—slightly arched, a bit thick. 

I sensed his curiosity as he moved to my eyes, the bridge of my nose, and then my cheeks, feeling the roundness there. His fingers hover over my lips, touching the curve, the outline. I let them feel the line of my jaw, how it tapers slightly. 

I stay calm, allowing him to piece together the features he can't see, offering him an intimate understanding of who I am, just through touch. 

Itachi's fingers went back up and hovered just inches away from my lips before he slowly, deliberately, brought them up to touch me. His touch was light, almost too gentle. 

The weight of his touch, the quiet intensity of his presence all made the air feel heavier between us. 

I wasn't sure if he even realized what he was doing, but I could feel it: he was taking advantage of the moment, of the fact that we were alone, and I wasn't pulling away. 

His fingers brushed against my lips in a slow, almost cautious manner, as if he was testing the boundaries, seeing how far he could go without pushing me too far. 

But the truth was, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to stop. His touch was too careful, too measured, and it made me want to lean into it, to let him feel everything he was trying so hard to hide. 

The way his fingertips lingered on my lips, the way he traced them, it felt like he was trying to memorize every detail every curve of my face like he was trying to hold onto something he knew he might lose. 

Itachi wasn't the type to show weakness, and yet here he was, standing so close, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity I hadn't seen before. 

It was as if he was allowing himself to break through the walls he'd built, even if only for a moment. 

And I couldn't bring myself to stop him. I knew I should pull away, that this was dangerous territory, but there was something about the way he touched me that made me feel like I was the one in control, even if I wasn't. 

The thought flickered through my mind, but it didn't feel wrong. Not at that moment. Not when his fingers lingered there, brushing against my lips, as if they were the only thing that mattered in that quiet, charged space between us. 

Itachi's breath was caught in his throat, his face a light pink shade as he continued. 

His hand was still close to my lips, trembling just slightly as he struggled with something unsaid. His presence pressed against me like an unspoken promise. 

I could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy, pulling me closer even though I wanted to resist. The more he hesitated, the more I felt the urge to break that fragile distance between us. 

My heart pounded in my chest, each breath matching the rhythm of his, and for a moment, the world outside of this room didn't exist. 

He leaned in ever so slowly, his lips almost brushing against mine. There was a fleeting hesitation, a faint pulse of doubt in his eyes. 

But then, his voice broke the silence, low and strained, "I'm not sure how to do this." 

I swallowed, trying to steady myself. "You don't have to be sure," I whispered back, my voice barely audible, "Just... be here." 

His lips hovered over mine, and I could feel his hesitation, his uncertainty. He was giving me space, but I could tell he wanted more. 

Itachi stood so close now, the space between us charged with something more than just silence. 

His eyes lingered on my lips for a moment, and I felt an unexpected shiver run through me. There was a rawness in the air, something vulnerable that had always been hidden behind his stoic demeanor. 

"I've been wanting to kiss you... may I?" 

His fingers, still brushing my lips, trembled again, betraying his control. I met his gaze, and without a word, I nodded slightly. 

The invitation hung between us, unspoken but clear. I could see the weight of the decision in his eyes. 

He was waiting for me to say the words. It was a moment of hesitation, that fine line between desire and restraint. 

He leaned in just a fraction more, his breath warm against my face, but then, his voice broke through, quieter than before. 

"I need to hear you say it." 

The room felt smaller, the silence heavier as I processed his words. It wasn't enough for him to just feel it—he needed me to give him permission, to voice it, to confirm the unspoken truth that lingered between us. 

I swallowed, my pulse quickening, and after what felt like an eternity, I whispered, barely audible, "Yes, you may." 

The air shifted in that moment, and it was like the world around us faded into nothing. The hesitation that had once held him back evaporated. 

He closed the distance, his lips brushing softly against mine, slow and deliberate. The kiss began soft, a gentle exploration, a brush of lips that was almost hesitant, as if testing the waters, unsure of the depth that might follow. 

As our lips met, it was a quiet, intimate acknowledgment of something new, something untold. For a moment, time seemed to hold its breath, both feeling the delicate pressure of the kiss, the tender warmth of the other. 

But then, as if driven by a shared urgency, the kiss deepened. Itachi, despite his usual restraint, allowed himself to press closer, the once tentative touch of his lips turning into something more consuming. 

The feel of his body against mine stirred something inside him, something he couldn't ignore. His hand found the side of my face, his fingers shaking slightly as they traced my skin. 

The moment his mouth met mine again, the heat between us escalated, his lips parting with a quiet, desperate need. 

My response was almost instinctual. I reciprocated with the same intensity, a surge of emotion breaking free. 

The kiss deepened further, a mingling of breath, a touch of teeth, the feeling of desire, of longing, pulling us closer together. 

Emotion surged through us, familiar and foreign all at once. It was not just a kiss. It was an unspoken confession, a bridge between the past and the present. 

The vulnerability in Itachi's touch spoke volumes, as if he was offering a part of himself he rarely let anyone see. 

My hands found his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the fabric, steady and fast all at once. 

I could feel the weight of his past, the weight of his pain, and yet, in that moment, it was just the two of us, lost in the quiet storm we had created. 

Itachi's breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, his mind overwhelmed by the sensation of my lips against his, my warmth surrounding him. 

After a few moments, I hesitated for a split second, my breath catching as Itachi's lips hovered just above mine. 

His lips were warm, soft, and I could feel the barely contained desperation behind his touch. Itachi's hand found its way to the small of my back, pulling me toward him with a quiet urgency. 

For a moment, I wanted to pull away, but the look in his eyes stopped me. There was something in his gaze, something raw and pleading that I hadn't expected. He needed this, needed me, and in that moment, my resolve crumbled. 

I kissed him again. This time, it was no longer tentative. It was hungry, desperate, two souls colliding in the silence of the room. 

I raised my hands to wrap around his neck as I played with his hair. When I did he let out a soft groan, quiet and cute. 

When I finally tried to pull away, to regain some semblance of control, Itachi wasn't ready to let go. He pulled me back to him, his mouth claiming mine once more, insistent, like a man who feared he might drown if I slipped away. 

The urgency in his kiss intensified, as though he was fighting for something deeper than just the kiss itself. 

His hands found their way to my face, cradling it as though trying to keep me from slipping through his fingers. He was trembling, just barely, but the tremor in his touch made it clear—he needed me. 

We kissed for many minutes, and when our lips were kissed raw, we finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to mine. 

He brought his face even closer towards me, and I thought he was going to kiss me again, but he smiled and rested his forehead against mine, savoring my presence. 

"Goodnight, Ishi." He said softly, his tone light, his heart pounding in his chest. 

"Goodnight, Itachi," I whispered, a soft smile on my face. 

A/n I gave you what you wanted, but be careful what you wish for! Hehehe. But it does feel kind of weird to write about this stuff, but I won't lie, I had a devious smile the whole time. Enjoy~