Hey guys! I know I should be updating 'glee' or trying to get rid of my crazy writer's block for 'catch 22' but this story was just dying to get out unfortunately.

Many thanks to my beta: blackelement7. You rock!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

"Oh~!"

Hinata groaned in annoyance as she slipping inside her house. She had had a very exhausting day at university and the last thing she needed was to come home to these stupid noises. The moans, the groans, the creaks and shrieks. They all made Hinata want to pull her hair out. Though, it had been a while since she last heard it live. She'd always known about his numerous lady friends, but he'd always managed to time them so that they were either gone before she came home or he didn't bring them home at all.

"Oh God~!"

Hinata struggled to keep in her laughter. (Oh, he's no God, believe me!) This woman was hilarious in bed. Hinata didn't know how he could put up with her noises. The sounds were obviously exaggerated to please him. She obviously didn't know him well enough to know that he hated chatty women. (Hmmm…Maybe he likes them chatty in bed…?)

Clearly not, as the next thing she heard was his growled out, "Shut the hell up, woman!"

Hinata almost snorted in laughter as she could practically feel the waves of mortification coming off the woman even with the distance. Ignoring the sounds still coming down from the master bedroom, Hinata tiptoed her way into the kitchen. She dropped her messenger bag at the kitchen table before opening up the fridge and plugging in the kettle. She quickly cut some vegetables and pulled out dip before she poured the hot water and made herself a cup of green tea. Bringing them to the table, she pulled out her laptop from her bag. She pulled out her Bose noise quieting q15 headphones and plugged them into her laptop. As hilarious as that woman was, she preferred her music. Especially when she had some more studying to do for her upcoming finals.

She was halfway through Beethoven's Midnight Sonata when something slammed against her table. She was jolted out of her study zone and forced to stare into the hostile face of a platinum blonde with harsh green eyes. The stranger was slim and had long legs in high heels. She was wearing a short, shimmering green dress. (Pity. She would be a pretty thing if she wasn't so desperate.)

"Oh? You're done already?" Hinata calmly asked as she slid her headphones down so she could hear this quick fix's reply.

"Please," the flavour of the week tossed her hair back in that classic bitch move. "You obviously weren't around the whole time. We were at it for hours!"

Hinata laced her fingers and placed her chin on top of them, consciously copying his signature move. "I doubt it, with an aggravating voice like that."

The blonde shrieked. "He loves me!"

(Time to nip this in the bud.) Hinata hated this part, but a clingy woman like this was not going to be good. She placed her head in her left hand as she leaned forward. "No, he doesn't. He doesn't even know your name. He told you to 'shut the hell up, woman'. If you're lucky, you'll last a week. You think you are threatening to me but you're not. I pity you. You think you're special when in reality, he has hundreds of copies like you lined up outside the door. You're replaceable. But me...There's only one of me." She wiggled her fingers tauntingly in goodbye to the woman.

The woman was flabbergasted, and as quickly as her pride would allow her, she stormed out the door.

Hinata sighed, the guilt already burdening her heart, but she couldn't let it get to her. The last thing they needed was another incident. Her guilt turned to irritation. That man should really know when and where. And how to pick better flavours!

Closing her eyes, she focused on the sounds coming from upstairs. The shower was running. Hinata briefly wondered if he had showered right after the deed every time since that day.

Deciding to have a little fun, Hinata tiptoed her way to the foyer, where she hid her shoes in the closet, and then scampered back. Grabbing her green tea, she placed it on the counter near the sink before hopping onto the cold, marble counter beside it. The space where she had seated herself had a direct view of the only entrance to the kitchen that came from the foyer, stairs, and dining room. He wouldn't be able to get sometime to eat without seeing her.

And sure enough, she heard the heavy footsteps rhythmically coming down the stairs. There was a tell-tale rustling of a towel against hair as he neared.

Hinata playfully smirked to herself as she crossed her ankles and swung them childishly in the air. She grabbed her green tea and began sipping at the warm liquid while she leaned back on one arm.

He noticed her immediately. He stopped drying at his hair and his jaw dropped. He looked like an adorable deer in headlights. Unfortunately for Hinata, he quickly regained his composure before turning his head to the side. But not before Hinata saw red highlight his cheeks, much to her inner amusement. Nothing escaped her eyes as she took in the barely-there awkward fidgeting. He looked like a little boy about to be scolded. (Technically, if anyone else saw, he would not be blushing so I guess I'm the lucky one…)

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "How long were you there?" He wouldn't look her in the eye. (Really now...if it makes you that uncomfortable afterwards, then don't do it!)

"Long enough. I, too, had to endure her very loud, very annoying vocalizations of how apparently amazing you were and how she never wanted you to stop and the moans, and groans and shrieks. Her constant cries of 'Oh GOD!' -"

"OKAY!" he interrupted, his whole face resembling his favourite food. "I get the picture. I'm sorry. I don't usually bring them here, but..."

"She's special?" Hinata asked, with pure curiosity.

He scowled, his disgust very much present. "No. It was either here or my car." He strolled over to lean on the counter in front of her.

Hinata giggled. "Of course! Not your precious lambo!"

The corner of his lip twitched upwards momentarily.

"Anyways, don't bring them around here anymore. The blonde thought she was special because you guys slept together in the house."

He snorted. "A woman is special when I sleep with her in my car." His hands grabbed her feet to stop them from swinging but he didn't let go afterwards.

Hinata hide her smile before trying to get back to the matter at hand. "Yes, well, she thought you loved her because of it."

His face paled. "I've known her for a couple of hours, including the..."

"Honestly," Hinata sighed. "I don't know why you're surprised. That incident also happened because a woman got too confused. Lucky for you, I handled it."

He peered disbelieving at her as he walked forward in between her legs. She lazily wrapped them around his waist as he said, "You're too kind. I can't picture you saying anything that would hurt her."

Hinata frowned softly for a moment. "I just told her the truth. That she meant nothing to you and that she was just another person in the long line that wants you." Her guilt was melted away as he soothingly rubbed up and down her legs.

"I'm sorry that you always have to clean up my messes, Hinata," he teased, but with a sad smile.

"It's okay, Sasuke." Hinata smiled warmly at him. "After all, as your wife, it's my duty."

Do you like it?

I don't know about you but I've read SO many fanfics where the husband is constantly cheating and the wife bears it silently in misery and something tragic happens to the wife and the husband realizes how awesome she is and changes and BAM – they lived happily ever after. It frankly drives me up the wall because I just don't understand it.

So this is my take on that with a twist.

I know Hinata's out of character but bare with me because I'll explain it further along.

So PLEASE review and let me know what you think!

Love, Ramen