Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Notes: Ok this story just like 'I'll Wait' came to me last night before I went to bed and I figured I'd write it up now seeing as I haven't done a Kakashi/Hinata story in a small while.
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Assume,
Hinata would never have sex with the lights on, never.
Kakashi assumed it was because she didn't want to see him in her mind, that she want to believe it was someone else making her cry out, moan and whimper. Maybe she wanted to think it was his blonde headed former student.
Hinata would never let him kiss her in public.
Kakashi assumed it was because she didn't want everyone to see that she was forced into a marriage with an old perverted man who read questionable reading material.
Hinata would never let him watch her get dressed, even if he was pretending to sleep.
Kakashi assumed it was because he made her feel dirty, wrong, sinful; so many words came to his mind. He didn't want his wife to feel like that so after one week he stopped trying to peek at her.
It wasn't until they were married for almost one year that he confronted her about it. He watched her pale cheeks become red as she stuttered out her reasons.
She would never have sex with the lights on because she was scared he would find something wrong with her.
He couldn't believe it, there was nothing that could be wrong with her, she was prefect in his miss-matched eyes, her small body fitted with his own and her skin was soft almost like rose petals. She was everything he had wanted since he remembers.
Hinata would never let him kiss her in public because she didn't like feeling as though everyone's eyes were on her.
He didn't understand, everyone should notice her. She was the innocence that had lived through war and hate; she was like a beacon on the darkest night that shined in everyone's heart. How could she not want them to notice her?
Hinata would never let him watch her dress because she had a scar on her back and she was worried he would hate her, find her disgusting.
He had seen, he had felt, the scar the marred her skin. He felt to hate or disgust at seeing it. To him it was like a medal showing him how brave she was to fight like she did, to move on even when she was hurt. He himself had many scars and he had gotten them by protecting his friends and village, she had done the same thing.
Things would change, they weren't in love one year later but they loved each other and both were slowly falling harder for the other.
One day their daughter would hear stories about how her friends' parents got together and would walk home to her parents to find her two younger brothers and her younger sister playing ninja in the lounge room.
She'd seek out her parents in the kitchen, her mother would be making afternoon tea and her father reading an orange book, and she'd ask how two people who were forced into a marriage with a bog age gap fall in love?
Her mother would blush and her father would chuckle and give a cryptic answer, like he always did when she asked questions, he'd say "Assumptions my dear daughter," and he would go back to reading his book.
It hadn't taken one or two years for them to fall in love not even three, it had taken them four years to fall in love and the bond they share is strong than anything anyone would ever see.
Their daughter would one day wish to have the same thing when she marries…if her father would ever let her.
End of drabble, written by Jessica.