When You, I Feel: Intimate Glimpses

Okay, here's the scoop. I've supposedly gotten reported back in the summer because of my stories being 'too graphic' however this is a series of very lime scented one-shots for the following couples: Naruto/Hinata, Neji/Tenten, Sakura/Sasuke, Shikamaru/Temari and Iruka/Anko. I wish I could put lemons in these one-shots!. Enjoy! –AkiraDawn

I don't own Naruto or any of it's characters

One: Naruto and Hinata

Hinata trembled, she hated herself when she got this nervous. She could feel her hands covered with a sweaty coldness that appeared quite often when she felt Naruto's hands resting peacefully on the base of her neck. Seventeen year old Naruto had grown into his body nicely, spiky blonde hair tickled Hinata's neck when he kissed her. The feeling made Hinata tremble even more. She couldn't understand it, this wasn't the first time she had been in this situation with him, but her inexperience shined through every single time. It was as if the shy and innocent little girl that she once was; was still holding tightly to her; strangling her in fact. All she wanted to do was let go, after all. She was a woman now and a beautiful one at that, with long deep violet hair and pleading eyes.

She slowly wrapped her arms around Naruto's bare shoulders, he was strong and Hinata wasn't certain why he would waste time with her. She couldn't figure out why Naruto watched her with love-sick blue eyes and held her tightly with the passion of a true lover. She let her clammy hands travel down Naruto's back. She sighed desperately as she felt Naruto's tongue on her neck. It was only a matter of time now, until they ended up in the same place they always did; Hinata only hoped they could get past that place someday. Naruto's bed was always inviting and his room was never clean, that was only one of the things Hinata loved about Naruto. He always had lots of covers on his bed, and Hinata could always smell her scent on them. Naruto was in fact her boyfriend now and they had been dating for nearly a year. Hinata had never thought of herself as being 'girlfriend material' and she had definitely never considered herself a sexual being. However, Naruto felt very differently about all that.

She began to breathe a little heavier as she felt Naruto's hands unbuttoning her shirt. She pulled his body in closer to hers as he did this; maybe she felt more protected this way. Whatever it was, Hinata could feel the warmth of Naruto's hands underneath her shirt. She could hear him breathing in short, shallow puffs. Hinata pulled his lips into hers. She loved it when he kissed her; she loved the feeling of his lips on hers. His kisses were always gentle, always full of lust. She felt her shirt slip off her shoulders underneath the covers, she didn't mind; in fact Hinata invited it. She parted Naruto's lips with her tongue and teased his tongue with her own. Hinata was a sensual woman without even trying; when she did that to him it was enough to drive him crazy. Hinata slipped her hands down Naruto's back and underneath his boxers…she never went far until she got permission and she always got permission. Their kisses became more intense, Hinata could barely breathe and she could feel Naruto repositioning his body over hers. This was the part she loved, yet it was the part where she started to choke. She loved feeling his aroused body digging into her; she loved to feel his skin become hotter and hotter the longer she touched him. Hinata loved the things Naruto whispered to her as he slowly slid his hands down to her hips. She wanted him to take her, in her mind, she wanted Naruto to do things to her that only her father did to her mother when they had had too much to drink.

Hinata knew that Naruto would do anything she asked him…anything, it didn't matter. If she wanted him to shove his tongue between her legs, he would do it. If she wanted him to take a shower with her and wash her hair, he would do that too; and she would do anything for him…at least that's what she always told herself until…

Hinata's pulled her lips away from Naruto's gasping for air. She was breathless and her face was flushed, she could feel Naruto's hand sliding down her hip and underneath her silky panties.

"Naruto…" She said softly enough for only him to hear. She was trembling again.

"What's wrong?" He asked her resting his face on her neck. Her white eyes were ready to burst into tears.

"I'm sorry…I can't because I'm scared." She said and like always, the tears began to fall from her eyes.

"What are you scared of Hinata?" he asked her tenderly. Hinata paused a long time. She had never really told him the truth as to why she was scared to have sex with him. The reason was stupid, he loved her didn't he? But this time, Hinata decided to tell the truth.

"I'm scared you'll leave me…because I won't be what you expect." She said choking on her own whimpers. It was stupid, Hinata felt like a little girl, not the woman she was supposed to be, not the woman she had become! This was ridiculous! Naruto smiled all over and pushed the hair back away from her face. He fixed his gaze into white eyes.

"Hinata, I'm not going to say this because I want you to change your mind. I'm going to say this because I care about you. I love you; I'm not going to leave you, I promise. You're allowed to cry, you're allowed to be scared….but don't be scared because you think I'll walk away from you." Naruto kissed her again. "Besides, we don't have to do it, you know. I have you here with me, what more could I ask for?" Naruto said nothing else. Hinata put her arms around him and held his body against her own. The moment seemed to last the rest of the evening. Hinata swallowed hard, she had always trusted Naruto with everything he said, because every promise he had ever made to her he had kept. She laid there in his arms, his heart beating against her chest. She took a deep breath…she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Naruto could feel her take another deep breath underneath him.

"Naruto…" she said once more very softly.

"Hmm?" he was actually now half dozed away with his head on her collar bone. She paused again, feeling her hands getting clammy once more. She made eye contact with him, this time her white eyes were no longer full of tears, she had the look of some goddess who had just been bathed in holy light.

"I'm ready…" Her voice was no longer frail…