It was bliss. Completely wonderful - and crazy, but hey, fuck it - bliss. Those precious few seconds of intimate physical contact spoke volumes to Itachi, and for the first time in....years, at least, something felt right.
He thought he'd always been lucky. Thought he had the luck of the devil himself. But this...this took the cake. And ate it.
And then, just like that, it was over, and she pulled away. Sight returned to his eyes in a flash and she was flicking him in the head, her nose wrinkling in a way that made him smile. And then again, she was in his face, but the way her eyes were smiling, he knew what was happening next. He stood with her, just narrowly missing grabbing the wine himself.
"Yer tent, eh?" he said, grinning devilishly. "Ya mean my tent. An' methinks yer th' only one what's gotta worry 'bout scorpions in the night, so far from th' desert." For a moment, he watched her walk away, and he couldn't lie to himself - he was watching pretty hard. When she turned around again, he began to follow after her.
"'Orseradish, eh? Fuckin' wonderful. Yer gonna scare off all th' butter witches, an' I was gonna make milk me next conquest, too."
He caught up to her, despite his limp, and muttered as he matched her stride. "Mebbe I'll make an even bigger heist outta you, bird."
He winked at her as he walked toward the fire again.
"Boss's comin' back, boys! Get me 'an th' princess 'ere somma whatev'r slop yer servin' up! Onna double, like!'