A/N: amazing what one nasty anon will inspire you to write, isn't it? This one will very likely be a multi chaptered fic, just give me some time to decide how that's going to look. Please be patient, I'll try to update frequently, but I get writer's block easily. Enjoy!
Safe Travels
Three nights after their return from the moon, Hinata walked into her bedroom to find a half naked Sasuke sitting on her bed. He looked up from staring at his hand when she walked in, long hair for once pushed away from his mismatched eyes and a strange, painful emotion simmered just below the surface of those intense eyes. Hinata slowly released the breath that had caught in her throat at the sight of him and quietly shut and locked the door behind her, fluidly performing a silencing jutsu as she loosened her grip on the towel covering her body, still warm and slightly damp from the baths, and padded, nude, toward her long time lover.
He stood when she approached him, and she took the time to sweep her eyes over him, admiring the way the moonlight filtering through her sheer curtains set his pale skin aglow. He gently stroked the fingers of his remaining hand across her cheeks, down her throat and collarbone until he was cupping a full breast in his hand, thumb sweeping across one dusky nipple. Hinata tilted her head up to smile sweetly at him, and he bent his head down to capture her smiling lips.
She sighed into the kiss, melting into his hard body and looping her arms around his neck, pulling him as close to her as he could get.
"I never got the chance to thank you for saving my father," she breathed against his lips when they momentarily broke their kiss, "how did you know I needed you?" Her question made heat fill his cheeks, and he tilted her head to kiss her neck so that she could not see him blushing. She always made him feel so soft, not weak exactly, perhaps safe enough to relinquish his hard won control into her capable hands. Over the years, he'd considered giving himself to her one of his only sane decisions as a teenager. She would never hurt him, and with that though in mind, he was able to ignore the embarrassed heat in his cheeks to answer her honestly.
"I sensed your pain and came as quickly as I could." He said as he placed hot, open mouthed kisses along her shoulders and collarbone. She hummed in acceptance of his answer and pleasure at his caresses, and trailed her hands down his toned back and around to his front, deft fingers undoing the ties she found there until the fabric pooled around muscled legs.
"Allow me to thank you then, Sasuke," she said as she led him from the circle of his clothes and lightly pushed him back to his sitting position on the edge of her bed. He watched her, eyes dark and burning in the silvery moonlight, as he settled his back against the wall and obediently raised his arm above his head so she could secure it to a hook protruding from a knicknack shelf with a purple silken scarf.
She surveyed him, the glittering eyes and parted mouth still wet from their kisses, the smooth pale skin, the flexing bicep in his amputated arm kept by his side, the taut stomach, and the already hard cock nestled between two muscled thighs. She licked her lips, suddenly immensely hungry to have a taste of him, to sample his hidden softness on her tongue and savor the flavor of it always. She dropped to her knees and crawled between his legs, watching intently as his eyes widened slightly as he watched her. Nuzzling his right calf as she slowly rose to her knees between his spread legs, her hands following behind her closely, smoothing up slowly and really taking the time to feel each tensing muscle, she dropped featherlight kisses across his thighs and the indents of his hips. She delighted in the way his muscles would jump beneath her questing mouth, the hard flesh at his center twitching eagerly every time she bypassed it to pay attention to some other area.
"Hinata," Sasuke finally growled impatiently when the silky fall of her hair brushed the sensitive head of his cock for what felt like the millionth time, "Hinata, please ah!" Whatever he was going to say was cut off when she finally took him into her warm, wet mouth, engulfing most of his long thick length in one swallow, wrapping her hand around what she couldn't fit and beginning a torturous game of sucking and licking and squeezing that turned the infamously stoic young man into a moaning, whimpering mess before her.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she could hear him groaning, and she flicked her eyes up to see his fave mostly pressed against his raised arm, an attractive blush spread across his cheeks, neck, and upper chest and rinnegan eye watching her so intently she thought she might burst into flames from the heat contained there. With her free hand, she discreetly felt around beneath her bed until she located a small jar of lube. Taking him deeper in her mouth, she twisted the jar open and coated a couple fingers liberally in the substance before bringing a the hand between his trembling legs and gently stroking his asshole. She watched as his breath hitched suddenly and his teeth sink into his lush bottom lip while his blush deepened as she continued to suck him off and stroke the tight ring of muscle of his back entrance. Finally he gave one quick nod of his head, mouth dropping open on a guttural groan as she deep throated him, a dainty, slick finger easing into his ass as she did.
If anyone had told her when she was a young teenager that sex with Sasuke Uchiha would become a normal and greatly appreciated aspect of her life in just a few short years, she would have blushed a brick red and denied such a possibility. Yet, here she was, having to hold down his undulating hips with one hand, her other hand relentlessly working two fingers into his ass and searching for that spot inside him that would turn him into an even bigger mess than he already was, and mouth crammed full of his hard, throbbing dick.
There! She found his prostrate, stroked it as she bobbed her head around his dick, and was rewarded by a cry that sounded much closer to a wail as it was torn from his taut throat and thick spurts of cum that shot directly down her throat.
She gently removed her fingers from his ass once he'd finished climaxing and relaxed and dropped a kiss on the head of his softening penis once she'd released it from her mouth. He wiped his sweaty face on his bound arm and gestured with his amputated arm, watching as she slowly rose from her kneeling position to reach up and release his hand. Once she did, he pulled her to him, twisting so that her nude body was beneath his, and he was slithering down and draping her upper thighs on his shoulders before she could open her mouth to tell him he didn't need to do that.
He took a moment to gather himself, his mind still reeling from the force of his orgasm. He'd been with others before, men and women, he wasn't picky when the mood struck him or he needed something they had, but none had the effect on him that she did. She broke him down to his core, exposed the vulnerable, needy heart of him, and nourished it tenderly. He loved her with a desperate selflessness that scared him when he gave it too much thought, and it was that love that told him he would have to let her go soon, that this would most likely be the last time she would permit him space between her legs because while he knew she loved him, she'd told him so many times, she had loved Naruto for far longer, and now that the blond idiot finally finally understood the precious gift that was before him, Sasuke couldn't bring himself to deprive Hinata of the chance at happiness that she so completely deserved.
With that aching thought driving him, Sasuke suckled her clit, swirling his tongue over it again and again until he was hard again and she was softly crying his name with every swipe of his tongue. He surged over her, bracing himself on his stub, the reminder of the consequences of losing himself to hatred, so that he could lace their fingers together as he slowly pressed into her. She sighed dreamily and pulled him closer, her hands cupping his ass, not to guide his strokes but simply to hold him and feel the flexing muscles of his ass as he rocked into her.
"Oh, Sasuke," she moaned when she finally came, his name an aching, tender prayer on her lips so fervent that he couldn't halt the wave of emotion that overwhelmed him nor the words that spilled from his throat.
"I love you, I love you, don't leave me, I love you," he groaned helplessly, pressing his spasming cock as deeply into her as he could, shuddering as his cum filled her in wave after wave.
He pressed their foreheads together, regretting that selfish part of him that begged her to stay even when he had resolved himself to letting her go. He wasn't good for her; he knew that. Naruto would be so much better for her, and, Izuna's eyes, he knew that, but he still couldn't bite back those words. He had always been completely honest with her, and it was a habit he couldn't break even when it hurt so badly to do so.
She cupped his face, kissed his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, and throat, showering him in one last bath of undivided love. He soaked it in, irritated by the ridiculous tears that burned his mismatched eyes, but she took those with a tremulous, grateful smile.
"Thank you, Sasuke," she whispered, kissing his lips one last time, and he withdrew from her, his heart still in her hands, his soul hers to do with as she wished even as he conjured up a smirk and let his hair once more fall in front of his purple eye.
"If I don't see you before you marry him...congratulations," he said lowly after he had dressed and was crouched halfway out her bedroom window. He looked back one last time, Sharingan activating for the briefest moment to burn the image of her like that in his mind forever.
Safe travels," her whispered words followed him as he once again melted into the night.