Hello again. Without providing spoilers to the following story, I want to express that this can be a possible addition to the oneshot Passing Time. If you've read that, know that somewhere along the way, it could have been that Hinata and Sasuke stumbled into a situation they both took advantage of. I may elaborate in another shot. Otherwise, this can be a separate oneshot on its own!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any pertaining characters involved in the franchise.
Illusions
Fluid as he'd bent forward, she hadn't realized what it was he was doing until his fingers encircled her arms. Far from an embrace, the tilt of their weight had her askew.
Falling back into step, she'd almost grazed the crown of her head on a low shelf. With as little as the succession of her steps, he'd already known she'd lead herself towards injury. Though as his eyes followed her slight stammer and brief avoiding glances, he could only wonder if she'd manage to catch herself.
She didn't.
Her breath hitched, she could only stare at him with her wide opalescent eyes. Coming close to staring at the emptiness presented in his own, she finally strove to look away. Batting heavy lashes, as she tried to deviate her imagination of him coming closer.
His fingers gliding off her arms when she steadied herself, she had to stop from moving towards him like she wanted.
Gaze falling to the space between them, he watched as the familiar color marred her cheeks.
He commented flatly, "You should be more aware of your surroundings."
Hinata's stomach dropped as this was not the first time he alluded to her lack of grace. She wanted be the first to admit she were not a clumsy person. Raise her voice when it was his first inclination to provide fall-through judgement. She wanted to explain, rather, when facing a criminal whose familiar was her boisterous lover, she'd come to battle bouts of nervousness.
Instead, she boxed her grief. "Y-Yes, thank you."
Coming to turn for the packed files she'd been looking for, she hadn't expected that he'd remain open to discussion.
"Why are you so nervous?" it was a distinct tone she'd come to be familiar with during clan meetings. One that attempted to fortify her lack of capability.
Turning back towards him, he stood with stern eyes, almost a disinterest in finding an answer to his question. Sultry as it may have been, it did make rise to her Hyuga authorities. As conditioned clan heiress, she spoke, "Sasuke-san," an immediate change of her tone, "While I appreciate you're willingness to help Naruto-kun, it is not in my interest that we partake in any unnecessary relations. I am fully aware of your place in the village and I abide to your decisions to often leave."
He watched as her posture straightened and her eyes beamed with intention. He questioned if she would ever realize and soon stop.
"As a sentiment I hope you become fond of, I do not seek refuge from ill feelings such as, 'grudges'. Without offering reasons, I'm sure you know what it is that refers to. As for my nerves, believe that it stems towards your past history. If not for Naruto, be reminded that things may have been different for you here."
Taking a grounding breath, she nodded her head towards him and reached for the papers again.
Yet as her fingers grazed the dusty cardboard, she felt her body twirl. Chest pressed against hers, as he held firm around her waist, he kissed her.
Soft but needy, he kissed her until her arms nearly dropped. Breath sucked from her, he stole what little pride she'd built in her statement. Her chest filling with heat and her belly slowly churning, it was an ensemble of disgust she never thought she'd avoided feeling.
Pressing her down onto the boxes, they both ignored the sag of their weight against them as they bowed. His cloak covering her as he reached down her body, he was aroused by her tremble.
When her face began burning and she felt weak without air, she pose to turn away, feeling sick with the sadness that came with ending their moment. Though as she moved, he gestured for her to kiss him in return. A continuation of the improbabilities of this event, he'd placed his fingers on her chin. With his eyes open, he laid his lips against hers.
She swallowed.
"Sasuke—" she began, her eyes almost sad as he kissed her lightly again and again.
Taking a defining breath, as she'd been fogged by the feeling of his lips, she stared up at him miserably. Lifting her hands from beneath his black garment, she touched his cheek, and then his neck, almost sweetly feeling for his pulse.
Warm fingers tentatively brushing the hairs on his neck, he almost relaxed into her.
Letting himself kiss her lips, her chin, bite her jaw and drift. Having dragged her long sleeve up towards the curve of her chest, he appreciated the more gentle movements of her once erratic breathing. Nerves practically gone, melted into absolution.
Feeling for the band of her trousers, he was grateful she moved to assist. Letting them slide down towards her knees, he didn't have to prompt for her to help him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants.
Letting her knee slide against his side, she almost wasn't prepared for the determined jerk of his hips. Her breath caught in her throat, she turned away finally to tighten her eyes into a shut as he moved into her.
His breath calm, slowly picked up when she began moving against him. Like a child mesmerized by a new toy, he studied every nuance. Her slight squeak as he pushed deeper and the escape of her breath as he pulled away.
When she met his thrusts, he swore he was heaving, forehead cradled in the nook of her shoulder, trying to suck at her neck when she began to change pace. He felt it when she slowed, he realized it then.
Hoping not to meet her eyes when he lifted his head, he'd almost grit his teeth as she stared back. Moist eyes, filled with what he denied to be disappointment.
Chest heavy, he almost catered to a stop until she prompted him. Guiding him smoothly with firm waves of her hips that began to hasten.
She was beginning to shudder and he wouldn't let her finish without him. Pressing her hips down with his hands he could hear the squirm caught in her throat as he slowed. Inching into her with shallow breaths, he felt the jump of her hips beneath his hands. "Spoiled," his only thought as she fought against him.
Near tears for other reasons, he let her suffer just enough until she opened her mouth, "Plea-," she began, and he felt himself twitch inside her, "Sa-Sasuke," her voice, like an empty echo in his ears was all it took for him to let her hips levitate to meet him.
As forceful as she could have ever been, she let herself grind into the feeling, reaching a moment that was as solid as it was hallow.
Chest against his, arms around his neck, she pulled into him, wanting no space as the pressure built and spilled over. Moving only until he slowed into comforting jerks.
He'd never admit his favorite moment was when she held him tight. Embraced him to the point where he could only move into her. His mind tired and his body damp with sweat, he took a moment to just feel her heat beneath him.
Breathing steady, when she let her arms drop, was when he'd retracted himself completely. In a bend he lifted her leg and pulled up her trousers, as he hiked his own in a solid fist. Pulling her shirt down to cover her, he swallowed as his eyes met hers again.
Sitting up slowly, she looked down and smiled knowingly. Hands coming together, she whispered to break his hold of the genjutsu that took her the moment she fell back.
Waking up, she was propped against a filled bookshelf, scrolls documenting B-ranked missions from as early as the 4th Hokage. Feeling exhausted as she always did, she took a moment to stare blankly at them before standing into a slight stretch.
No matter how often it happened, she never got used to it. Her body ached and her chest felt heavy. Like she'd been stuck for days despite it having been less than a few minutes.
Grasping the box, she head towards the stairs. Thankful, Sasuke had not been waiting for her this time.
Her legs nearly wobbling as they made it up the stairs, she was met with Naruto's unmistakable energy. Turning the corner, he rushed towards her, "Hinata," he smiled and she exhaled a breath of relief.
Taking the box of files from her hands he gave her a quick peck to the cheek. "I thought Sasuke was going to help you." He commented with a furrowed brow, "I'd rather you take it easy. Let the bastard do it."
Hinata placed a hand on her stomach, "Mn, helping around the office is not too bad, Naruto-kun."
Either missing her comment or too distracted, Naruto had not replied. Instead, simply open the door for his pregnant wife.
As I stated it above this could be a following shot to Passing Time, which makes it even more of a disturbing read. Anyway I guess this would technically be my first smut, lol! Please review and let me know what you thought.
