title: Sins of the Lover

paring: SakuHina

rating: M for sexual content and language.

d.c: I don't own Naruto, if I did this would be a lot smuttier. (says the young me)

a/n: |"Talking"| 'Flashback'|

Get a load of this one too, newly edited and revitalized to resemble something that I can once again take pride in. However, for continuation of this one, I'm gonna need a little support. Thanks in advance.

Anywho, Enjoyxoxo

Sin 1: Envy

Hinata

I'd never noticed how beautiful she actually was. Not until I saw her kiss Yamanka Ino.

On that same note, I'd never been so sickened either.

The way she leaned in as the blonde haired girl gripped her waist possessively. The faint red flush stained across her sinfully pale cheeks. The way her lips pursed and how closely her body was pressed to the other female's. The lazy way her arms were thrown around Ino's neck and her long, languid fingers lacing their way through platinum locks. And finally, the sleek movements of her tongue, slipping in and out of the other's mouth with the utmost skill.

To any normal by passer, I was doing some major creeping. I was silently observing this lust filled make out session behind the upper building on the roof of K academy. Hey, it totally was not my fault. Here I am, silent Hinata, eating my lunch on the roof like normal. I was waiting FOR Sakura because we always eat lunch on the roof. It's our spot and I cherish that time. And what happens? I see what looks like two very beautiful, very horny, young females -intertwined and ready to…well, you know - burst through the side door and clumsily make their way over to the fence guarding the edge. I quickly stood and moved to the position I am currently in at the moment and did what any other curious person would do.

I watched.

I saw the taller blonde girl slam the smaller girl into the fence; who seemed to enjoy said action. The pinkette released a slight groan and threw her arms around the blonde. They parted, for air I assume, and then I saw the submissive female's eyes; her deep green eyes. I realized then it was my best friend…Haruno Sakura. At first I could only stare and admire. I only saw the beauty of my friend, the raw sexuality of her aroused form. Then,I felt something painful; unlike anything else I felt before. It was like betrayal but more intense.

On top of all that, I was feeling so much confusion. It clouded my usual rationality. I had so many damn questions. Why didn't she tell me about Ino and I'm supposed to be her best friend? Why did she bring her to our spot when it's supposed to be something we promised to keep for ourselves? Why isn't that me, pushing her against our wall in our spot? Why can't that be me she's clinging to? Why can I make her look like that, feel like that, sound like that?

Wait.

Why am I feeling so envious?

As she slipped her mesmerizing eyes closed again I could feel the tears rapidly welling up in my eyes. I silently slipped to the entrance of the roof and retreated. I could feel the tears flow quicker as I sprinted down the hall. The walls seemed to disappear as if I was running into never-ending darkness. I didn't notice anyone in the halls, I didn't notice the whispers as I sped down the corridors. I didn't notice anything but the throbbing pain in my heart. Why am I feeling so envious? Why does it hurt like this?

I'd always known I was more interested in females. I'd dated 3 or 4 girls in the past 4 years. Sakura had known about me, hell, she'd help me hook a few. But I had no idea about her. Yet another thing she didn't tell me. The idea of her being interested in females both infuriated and excited me. I could've been more open. We could've talked about the things I was afraid to talk about in fear of making her uncomfortable. I could've told her my feelings! We had even more things in common…

My feelings?

But she's my best friend and I don't think of her like that.

Then why am I so envious of Ino?

I don't think of her like that.

Do I?

All these thoughts were racing through my mind as I approached my classroom-AP Art-full speed ahead; successfully slipping around the corner. I fell flat on my ass with a shocked squeak. Despite a few snickers and gasps, no one really noticed. I began to stand with a stinging pain in my rear and realized the contents of my bag had spilled all over the hall. I sighed heavily, tears steadily flowing down my face and leaned down to collect my stuff.

I reached for my sketchbook and saw that someone had already picked it up. I lifted my swollen, red eyes to meet that same shade of deep green. But it wasn't Sakura…

This girl had light blonde hair, spiked into four ponytails. Her face was hard and chiseled but with delicate features. Her lips were full and plump, her cheeks were healthy and powder pink and her eyes….oh, her eyes were drawing me in deeper with every second she stared into mine. I was truly dazzled and as I slowly stood, I found myself on wobbly knees. The dazzling young woman smiled at me and extended my forgotten sketchbook out for me to retrieve.

She cleared her throat and I blushed as I'd realized I was staring. She chuckled and shook my sketchbook in her hand, signaling she was ready for me to grab it.

"O-oh! Sorry!" I fumbled, grabbing it quickly and bowing slightly, signifying my thanks.

"No problem…?" Her voiced heightened at the end of the statement, signaling she was asking a question. I assumed it was my name.

"Hinata." I sniffled as my tears began to dry up.

"Ah, Hina-chan, you know you're way too pretty to be crying like that…" she cooed with a smirk.

I blushed even deeper. This girl was something. I found that the pain that Sakura left in my heart had dulled a little. I looked down in embarrassment and quickly wiped all my remaining tears away. I should have been angered that she dared tell me such a thing. I could cry all I wanted, no matter how pretty I was. But her words oddl brought me comfort. So I found myself comply, sniffinly my nose in an attempt to get myself together.

"Oh? Well, I'll try not to then. And your name?"

"Temari. But given how I've been watching you since the school year began, I'll give you permission to call my Mari-kun." I didn't think it was possible but I blushed even deeper at her statement. She'd been watching me? I was usually the one doing the watching. And her intamacy with me, well, more than shocking...it was...exhilerating. Like I was desired by someone before I deisred them. Still, in good form, my breeding took hold of me and I questioned her:

"But. Aren't those names very intimate? We've only just met…" I questioned.

She moved closer and leaned her head down until our faces were mere inches apart. I could feel her cool breath on my heated face. I could smell the fresh scent of her skin and the fruity scent of her shampoo, and I could see the pink flush on her cheeks as she leaned in to huskily whisper the most sensual words I'd ever heard:

"Yes. I plan to become very intimate with you, Hi-na-chan. I want to learn you inside," She ran her fingers up my arm; the sensation sent a chill up my spine, "and out, my dear."

I sighed heavily with desire and stumbled forward into her arms as my body turned to jelly. I guess Sakura wasn't the only one to make me give in with her words because Temari, I mean, Mari-kun, was doing a hell of a job. At that point, sadness was the last thing on my mind; I didn't even notice Sakura and Ino staring at me with utter shock and awe painted across their previous sucking faces. I didn't know if waht I felt for the girl in front of me would turn into anything. What I did know is that I could feel the worst part of me cling to the idea that she could help me figure out my newly discovered feelings for my pink-hard best friend.

So I jumped at the chance.

Envy? If Sakura wanted to play a game of secrets, then I could play all day. I was going to make her wish she learned how to control her hunger.

a/n: mhmm.