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Their quiet contemplation surprises him.
It shouldn't, of course. They are Hyuuga. Superior. Honored.
They sit, facing each other across the table, all alabaster skin and charcoal hair. Tea wafts in silver-grey spirals up to the stars, his honored ancestors.
It is a wall broken, and he wonders what it will portend. For the moment, it brings the blush to his daughter's cheeks and a smile to his lips. He wonders what it portends, but for now he is kissing her, his daughter, and she is kissing him back.It's a night of portents, this harvest moon.
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His mouth tastes like the green tea we were drinking: heavenly. The air is warm and dry, the breeze ruffles the blossoms in the trees. His hair brushes my cheek and my fingers hesitantly wander to his cheek, feeling the muscles clench.
The night is beautiful. So is he.
I feel Byakugan eyes on me, and a sudden attack of bravery makes me slide my hand up to the back of his head. Forbidden territory. He starts, and nudges my lips with his tongue hesitantly.
Forbidden, forbidden, this future.
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She makes the first move in this dance, always. Always, always, I would wait. But I want her, like I wonders if she could understand. I want her future, and I want her body, I want her heart.
Her hand pulls through my hair and, given that moment, I part my lips and press my tongue against her strawberry-flavored lips.
"Hinata-sama," I sigh, and she hushes me with a kiss.
What a future she is.
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