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Neji wondered exactly how he had ended up here.
He was sure that his intentions had been pure and that his motives had been clear.
At least that's what he thought.
Then again, with the little things that had been going on he wasn't quite sure anymore.
Take for instance how it seemed he was always next to her..
Their roles were such that they had to be together.
Brushing up against her quite meaninglessly while they practiced….
Touching various body parts, like arms and legs, never anywhere inappropriate, and only to straighten out stances and tighten forms. Somehow, those brief adjustments had turned into moments that seemed to linger in his mind.
Like how soft her skin was…
Another thing was how she smelled.
She was so delicate and innocent yet her scent was been one of spicy musk, sandalwood and hot flowers.
It made him think of sex in the summertime with the incense from the family shrine wafting lazily through the window. He was quite fond of the fairer sex, discreet of course, with a house not far from said shrine so he knew the scent well.
Still that didn't quite explain it.
I mean sure, they were adults. He was thirty four and she'd just made thirty-three. He remembered the party well. The sights, the friends, the food, the booze, and the music. All the things guaranteed to take a party to bash level. The elders had rolled their eyes and turned their heads, talking about young people but they hadn't harassed them too much.
Yet, the most significant thing had been the gorgeous woman he'd been interacting with.
Her sighs, her moans, the way her body had responded to his touches…
It had been that which had made the party so spectacular.
Not that he would ever admit it.
To think he hadn't even had sex with her…..
Maybe it was something to do with all that necking that had made him start to behave in ways that were unacceptable to him…
Like how he found ways to corner her and kiss her till she was dizzy…
Or how he'd found ways to brush up against her, letting her feel his arousal from time to time. Her breath would catch and she'd bow her head, unwilling to show him exactly how he affected her.
It just might, just might have been the conversation he'd overheard between the Hokage, the head of the clan, and the elders. Apparently they'd been discussing pairings in the village and the distribution of bloodline limits. He' been shocked at who they'd thought he should knock up. They'd been sure that even though it was a bit weird it wasn't impossible and actually for the best all around.
In any case he'd just shot his load between the legs of a very receptive woman who had cooed when she'd felt his fluids spurt against her walls.
She shouldn't have enjoyed that, although he was a man about his business when he needed to be.
She shouldn't even have let him touch her if the truth be told.
He should have used a condom, but he didn't, even though there were some in his wallet.
Which was in the back pocket of his pants
Which were still on….
He'd lost control….
They'd been making their way back from a training session at the family compound deep in the forest when she'd cried out. Her long hair had gotten caught on an overhanging branch.
He'd only been trying to help.
Really.
So how he ended up taking her against a tree he didn't know.
Nor was he sure why Hinata was smiling at him with a sated expression on her face, running her fingers through his hair.
Shouldn't she be angry, or affronted or something?
I mean sure, her father and the elders would be quite delighted to know their relationship had turned this corner.
After all, they'd been hoping for it….
Still…..
Wasn't this wrong?
And so he wondered….