Itachi's way of winning an argument

There were many things to which Naruko needed to adapt for her new role. Thankfully, Mikoto was a wonderful mother-in-law, very willing to assist with the transition.

"While some may find it acceptable for their new daughters to dress like men." Mikoto looked at the orange jumpers in disapproval. "I most certainly do not."

Naruko would, from now on, wear either a kimono or a yukata. Sure, they were less practical than her jumper, but it would be worth it, of course, if it made Itachi happy.

She did believe, though, that her new bodyguards were a bit much, with her being a veteran kunoichi and all.

Her groom vehemently disagreed.

"It won't do for a precious flower of the Uchiha to go around without escort."

She opened her mouth to argue... But her words were stopped by something warm, wet, and simply delicious making its way through her mouth. Itachi's thumb and index finger holding her firmly by the chin, while his soft tongue ventured gently within the lips.

'His mouth tastes like dango.' She thought.

When they broke apart, Naruko was both ecstatic and out of breath, a string of saliva dangling from her lips, while Itachi looked impeccable as always.

"I'd much prefer, dear bride, your mouth being used like so. As Uchiha, we belong to the upper crust of society, and arguing with their husbands is the prerogative of lower class women."

Naruko nodded, but she couldn't help thinking of that skillful tongue being used elsewhere.