Title: The Sweet Life
Author: holmesfreak1412
Fandom: Naruto- Alternative Universe
Pairing: Uchiha Sasuke and Hyuuga Hinata
Genre: Romance, Humor
Rating: M for sexual innuendos
Summary: Sasuke is abstaining. Naruto is losing sleep. And Hinata's exhibitioning? Oh, life is very sweet indeed! An ideal couple's drama throughout university years, when sex rules and long distance hurts. Because Sasuke doesn't really want to die as a virgin. And Hinata does have some secrets that she prefers keeping
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
AN: The letter "I" in my keyboard is broken so I may have missed a lot of typos. Sorry about that. And this is only practice for me. I do not know how to write fluff but I am trying. :D
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The Sweet Life
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"Take it off." A shuffle. In which he really starts to hate Skyping with some inexorable passion. "Now."
"But Sasuke-kun!" A half-hearted protest ensues, whereas the girl from the live video feed blushes profusely as she tries to avoid looking at him in a superfluous attempt to seem indignant. Wraps her arms around herself. Pouting in defiance. Eyes darting in every direction that is suddenly more interesting than her now fuming boyfriend. Like the overly bland closed door visible above his shoulders as she regards it warily. She looks even more apprehensive than usual, which to the horny boy before her, is a definite turn on. "Someone might see us." she whispers with a noticeable resentful wince, even though she is all but a thousand miles away and that any embarrassment in doing this from her part should be virtually illogical.
I mean, come on! They have had phone sex a lot of instances already. More than enough that is, that she could already lead him on in an eargasm effortlessly. It's only imperative for them as a healthily attracted couple of two years to finally take this on the next level. Right?
Teenage boy logic. Unfortunately.
Hinata looks away. Sasuke glares.
"Naruto is not here." He insists sourly, his dark frown and impatient huff indicating that the room is getting really too hot already despite the whirring of the air conditioning. And did he mention that his boxers should have been two sizes bigger? Damn these manufacturers for not making such garments flexible during certain moments, "And neither is Sai." He addswith considerable care, remembering her general wariness of the eccentric artist. "So you have nothing to worry about. Now. If we could proceed." He shrugs his broad shoulders, thinking such gesture would further emphasize his dominant authority. Boys should always be on top after all. Take that both ways. "Take. It. Off "
The lights are off—courtesy of him thinking it was safer for her to see as little of her hold over him as possible. And his seat is getting more uncomfortable every passing minute—thanks to her taking her sweet time of wrapping him around her essence. And the tent is standing as tall as ever despite her (sexy) reluctance. The vixen… And people think of her as innocent? Tch. How shallowly misinformed they are indeed. "What are you waiting for now?" he grumpily prompts again, when she still hesitated. Fidgeting with her… familiar shirt, like usual. Sasuke grumbles when he realizes. It was his. The one he gave her before she left for America as a cheesy sort of remembrance. Or maybe just because it rained that day. Stupid shirt that was now hugging her when its original owner couldn't! Fuck his life!
Why must she be so irresistibly fuckable?
One hand is already poised inside his underwear as he sent a glare towards the live feed of her (sexy) image in the blaring computer screen. Meanwhile, cursing Skype for not yet inventing some sort of software to teleport him in America and finally have his manly, Uchiha way with her. He gives an experimental pump on his ever hard length. And groans. He pumps some more. Oh God. "Hinata…" His swivel chair is already bouncing at his desperate self-ministrations as he closeshis eyes and tries to imagine that the warmth enclosing his arousal is hers. He is drooling. And panting. And everything else Uchiha Sasuke tried not to do when he watched the movie adaptation of Icha Icha Paradise with the boys an hour ago. "Do you…" A rubbing in his slit. "… have any…." Squeezing of his balls. "… idea…" Push and pull with his cock. "… about what you do to me?" A wanton (manly) moan comes from his mouth. "Oh God…" He needs this.
But he still is nowhere close.
On the other side of their suddenly really big world (stupid nursery rhymes tell lies!), Hyuuga Hinata watches her long distance boyfriend of two years get it on with himself in his own chair. Eyes wide. Mouth open. And her own lower extremities feeling like it needs a pantyliner soon. The rickety sound of his trembling chair resonates around her mysteriously quiet room. As if those needy expression of his isn't enough emphasis already. Unconsciously, she finds herself rubbing her own clothed ache and sticking her foot in between her thighs as Sasuke continues to grit his teeth at her in what seems like frustration, if he doesn't look so pleasantly unfocused. Rub. Rub. Rub. Oh Goodness. Pretty soon, Hinata is already bumping (thrusting) on her heel in her signature quiet frenzy, her fingers having a mind of their own as it move faster over her middle. Innocent scratching since it hurts. But with her eyes closed and her face blushing, such guilty stage of masturbation could easily be mistaken even by Sasuke as just her overly shy nature taking over. Thank her webcam for letting him only see her upper body!
But that was until… "Sasuke…" she moans, practically giving in. Her boyfriend looks up in surprise. And then smirks. Is he really that irresistible? In fascination, he momentarily pauses in his carnal activity, and watches his girlfriend learn through the wiles of an impending orgasm. And the beauty of being touched, even by oneself. He wonders idly if she already is bare waist down.
Damn. Skype better have some prototype instant transmission software or he will do it himself.
"Aah. Hinata."
"Sasuke." She murmurs now, stopping to look at him with the cute frown that she sports when she demands of something she suspects he might deny (which is by the way, everything. She's that insecure). Then comes the inevitable blushing as she calms herself through breathing exercises. Her voluptuous chest heaves in the motion. Sasuke stares, mesmerized. "Can you take off your shirt too?" she lets out, looking hugely abashed as she once again, pokes her finger pointers together.
Sasuke grins. Hinata flinches. Scary. Skype's tendency to slow everything down doesn't help in that either.
In less than a second, the high-collared, dark blue shirt is thrown in abandon as the sight of Sasuke's lean but muscular physique made its way into Hyuuga Hinata's disposal, causing the girl to readily throw her own clothes away in answer to the granted plea. Creamy, flawless white skin welcomes him as the abominable shirt is finally taken off. Sports-bra-covered twin mounds point at him provocatively, her peak of arousal very much apparent even despite their pixelated reception. Sasuke's mouth indiscreetly waters at the erotic sight. And so the blush in Hinata's face grows into something that greatly resembles a firetruck. A cute firetruck.
Instinctively though, as if just realizing that she is just about a thousand times less modest than she usually were, Hinata's slender arms flew to obscure herself from the exposure with a surprised, embarrassed squeak, which Sasuke hardly appreciates. He was so close!
"Take that off too." He gruffly commands, gesturing both for her arms and the offending eyesore for an underwear, wishing he had some sort of telepathic optical powers to burn those. In answer, the poor girl predictably hides further in her own skin, all of her sensibility as someone from the stereotype coming back with a vengeance.
But she complies.
If he did think that the Sai's sketches about naked women with impossibly sharp nipples weren't physiologically accurate, he is considering revising that opinion now. Twin, excitable breasts stood very much erect before him, somehow begging to be pacified.
Wow, he thinks while licking his dry lips. Was he really this much of a virgin?
"Touch yourself." He requests, his fist pumping even harder now in his middle. He saw this kink in an anime once. Might as well try it, eh? So close… Dammit… "Gimme a show… Ugh…"
A sound of protest is unsurprisingly heard a midst the chappy reception, with Hinata's image blushing even more than she ever did as she magically manages to hide more of herself by slightly turning away from him. She is trembling. Embarrassment. "Sasuke-kun!" She stammers out, countenance looking rather apprehensive. A quirk of the lips that signaled a long-lasting wince. "Is t-that really n-necessary? I mean—"
"Just do it… Dammit…"
"But—"
And there comes that ominous, cockblocking knock on the door you thought you would only hear in a crappy Rated T anime.
Hinata squeaks.
Sasuke growls in derision and counts: five... four... three... two...
Before a voice then cuts in obliviously. "TEMEEEE!"
Sasuke sighs.
Hinata's eyes widens with a fluster. "Oh God. It's N-Na-Naruto-kun!" she exclaims breathlessly in panic, eyes as big as saucers. Trembling, she ducks down from the camera view as she hurriedly skirts away from the screen. And so she disappears in an instant from his sight.
Stupid tunnel vision web camera.
Suddenly, he feels himself deflate.
"Hinata." He intones with a massive sigh, running the hand that had been in his now disappointed hard on, into his hair, raking through strands as was his wont when relieving a little of his stress. Took a deep breath. Slid away backwards from the computer. And again, mightily exhaled. He couldn't say anything else though. What was there to say anyway?
When she replies back, she has already returned to being dressed again, her white eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry." She murmurs, head bowed. And there commences silence.
Which is again broken by a loud knock from the door behind Sasuke and a loud, inconsiderate screaming: "TEME! JUST OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR." Screeching of the hinges would soon follow then, like the dobe had some endless temerity to think that Sasuke would pay for the door. And think it was okay. "Oi! TEME!" he screamed further with some resounding abuse to the poor door. The harsh raps became even more persistent and Sasuke, as overly fastidious as time had made him to be had no choice but to say goodbye to his long-distance girlfriend for now and save his apartment's privacy from Naruto's apparent lack thereof.
This is awkward…
He decided he would just tell her it was okay once they have the guts to try it again. He knows well she is not ready for this yet…
Swiveling around on his chair as he retracts his calm demeanor, Sasuke then is made to realize with dismay that tonight is not the night to bother with cheesy-as-hell apologies and sly goodbyes. Or whispered I-love-yous. Or the much obligatory see-you-soon.
She has already gone offline.
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Uzumaki Naruto isn't one to adore reticence. Nor does he actively exercise one's right for discretion. If anything, he is that everyday guy who prefers to have no secrets to be kept within his "field of comradeship"— whatever the heck that is— and likes to believe that he is the type of person people would easily confide into and trust. That, he said, is really what it takes to be the best Prime Minister Japan would ever have. Even though, in reality his lack of awareness with his more-than-frequent Freudian slips is reason enough for people to avoid spilling their beans to him. More so than they should be generally wary of the deliberate gossiper that is, which gets pretty destructive for his already shabby reputation around those who know him the least.
But the guy does mean well. Sasuke couldn't really deny that.
Which is probably the reason why his girlfriend Hyuuga Hinata used to be head over heels in love with him some years ago.
"So when is Hinata finally coming back eh, Teme?" said Dobe questions with his characteristic enthusiasm. Waving his arms frantically. Eyes glued to the TV. Legs spread all over the orange couch in lethargy. All this while gluttonously slurping his usual bowl of instant ramen. Since, as he said, the dinner club he is surprisingly president at had been pretty busy with plans about parties and whatnot. At his inquiry though, Naruto obviously is all ears with his answer. "Did she tell you, uh teme? Did she? Did she? Did she?"
A chopstick is then accurately aimed at the other's person when the blonde didn't hear any response.
Beside him, Sasuke growled lowly to himself, fists curling frustratingly over his damp hair after the much needed cold shower succeeding the er… failed session. Where he had to make do of what he could pick up through memory and instinct. And yeah, the image of a printscreen he secretly took with him earlier. While that had been relieving indeed, he still has the inkling that it wasn't enough just yet. Damn his chastity and dignity! With a glower, he throws the offending utensil back to the expectant dobe, lips forming a thin line.
"What?" Naruto protests when as expected, it hit him on the face, indignant.
"Spring break." Sasuke only grumbled in reply, frowning. Then as if the cruel brief silence that follows is reminding him of the fact that Hinata, herself isn't sure of that, he loses confidence. "I… think."
"You think?" Naruto's aquamarine orbs are wide.
"Hn," he snorts. "She is pretty busy these days okay? We didn't really have time to clear thing out just yet."
"But Sasuke!" his self-proclaimed bestfriend then exclaims in exaggerated flabbergast. With the animated flailing of the arms, he may add. "It had been like, what? Two and a half years already! And you are dating for two! Won't she come back here for her younger sis's highschool graduation or something? Or even Neji's!" A frown creases his whiskered face. "Or even just for you! I mean you're her boyfriend right?"
True. Sasuke indeed is her boyfriend. Who by the way, even though she probably doesn't know it, loves her to death. But most people when they heard of how their relationship had progressed since it being official roughly two years ago , would most likely just brand it as a ridiculously, long-lasting, internet fling. Theirs is a pretty much unconventional relationship after all. With them meeting only a few times before she left for America to continue her studies in Law. And their affair and commitment only developing through the convenience of exchanging friendly emails. And later, stimulating talks that soon bordered on the sexual when the physical ache for each other became too much. Yes, Uchiha Sasuke is Hyuuga Hinata's boyfriend. But sometimes, even he doubted that title as most people around him inevitably do.
But Naruto's unintentional reassurance during times when he doubted the worth of being a martyr virgin for Hinata keeps him going though. Apparently, the blonde politician-wannabe is the only person who ultimately understands the dynamic of the relationship they fostered over late night chats about art history— a mutual symbiotic exchange they have somehow formed after Naruto introduced them to each other in Ichiraku during freshman year. At the time, Sasuke had been the neophyte kid who ambitiously searched to disprove his own brother's well-acclaimed theories about a cryptogram made in the Renaissance time. And Hinata was just another insignificant political science student, who had taken some liking with the philosophy popular during the Rebirth, according to Naruto. Sasuke isn't really one to romanticize but indeed, after the events that proved to be a turning point in his life as an Art Historian, they really are quite meant to be.
"So Sasuke-san…" she had asked him, possibly out of drilled politeness after Naruto had ungraciously left them together to their own devices, with both feeling awkward as hell. That time, Sasuke wanted nothing better than just go back under his lair and solve the stupid riddle. Hinata didn't seem much comfortable with her predicament either. Shy girl. This one… But she did have the guts to ask in any case. "Ano… Who's your favorite Renaissance artist?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes. Such amateurish icebreaker. Everyone had asked him that already. More specifically, the fangirls. She was probably one too, considering how she was blushing like that at their "unwanted" proximity. Stupid girl. "Hn." He monotonously gritted out, not bothering to inform her that contrary to popular belief, he wasn't really fond of Da Vinci or Michaelangelo or Botticelli. That he was more inclined to the unpopular ones that went unappreciated through the Vatican's overly biased treatment. That he didn't like Raphael. Because he was such a money-making hypocrite. That Savanarola could have changed things, if he hadn't been so much of a Bible Freak.
Taking his unresponsive murmur a sign for uncertainty however, she spoke again. This time, with something that resembled understanding. Which he didn't see coming"That was pretty mindless of me I guess." She said, smiling softly, eyes regarding him. "I mean, asking that is like asking what a supposedly open-minded literature student's favorite book is. It's virtually an impossible question. Each genre has an advantage and disadvantage after all and to be prejudiced into one would be like losing a valuable perspective that is crucial to remain objective." Her lip curls. Sasuke is surprised to find himself deducing that she looks kind of too thoughtful for a blushing, flustered, seemingly good-for-nothing girl. "Asking you that… would be like an insult to you? Eh… Sasuke-san…"
And this is when he slowly started changing his mind about her.
To hear her say that made Sasuke realize how wrong he was in always taking sides in his own field of studies. He was a historian dammit. Not a cheerleader that would compare such wasteful thoughts as the what-ifs and could-have-beens in a time he didn't have a control over. Hearing her higher expectations for him as Uchiha Sasuke of the renowned Uchiha Curators, struck a deep cord in his heart. It was all too familiar.
And yet somehow, she was the first one to make him want to actually meet it all the more.
But he wasn't about to lose his stance. Hn. Not today. "Indeed." He acknowledged her, with a supportive nod to which her head snapped up as she perkily listened. "Who's your favorite philosopher?"
He had meant that as a rhetorical repartee to her intellectual rant but she readily answered anyway.
"John Maxwell." She chirped in delighted excitement but then seemed to have been ashamed by that and started to hide in her person once again like she was still as wary of him as she had been when they were stuck together minutes ago. Sasuke didn't understand.
Until… "I sound like a hypocrite now… don't I?"
And it made Sasuke chuckle. The first time in weeks since he took it upon himself to singlehandedly wrestle the puzzle he believed Itachi failed to solve. Here was a girl. Beautiful. Smart. Proper. Polite. Sensible. It made him somewhat satisfied though that she wasn't really as perfect as her earlier words almost made her sound to be.
He extended an arm. "Uchiha Sasuke."
She smiled, taking it. "Hyuuga Hinata."
They exchanged numbers that night.
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"Yes. I'm her boyfriend." He softly mumbles to himself while Naruto was thankfully too engrossed with Kamen Rider again to bother with his lovelife. If talking to Hinata through cyberspace like once a week counted as one any way.
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"Seriously Sasuke…" Meet Sai, Sasuke's major life's annoyance who unfortunately also is his doppelganger, as well as his other assigned roommate. Someone who made it a business to make his life hell. AKA: Magically appearing around times he and Hinata are having one of their "Talks", greeting his girlfriend so casually with a ridiculous nickname (as in Princess, apparently the one from Far, Far Away) and not being so discrete into thinking in the same gutter as Sasuke himself that Hinata is too sexy to be so unreachable. The three of them are now currently in the library, having agreed with such arrangement to save themselves seats always. Naruto is out wandering around with Sakura somewhere. Most likely getting it on in one of the more obscured shelves. And so, Sasuke is unfortunately left to fend for himself with the creep.
An uncannily perceptive one at that.
An impressionist painter by aspiration, Sai is only one of those few people who knew it when Sasuke is feeling extra-stressed. Usually, he hid it well from the world. But the artist, in all his ineptitude in the matters of emotion seems to know when just to strike the low blow. Yeah, he is that annoying. But at least, the guy does help in his recent studies over the aforementioned cryptogram he had been studying even before he and Hinata became a thing. Sai, was kind of an art psychologist, which is very useful in his iteration of the Renaissance psyche— a very important ingredient into finishing the better college thesis than the one Itachi had. Otherwise though, he could easily be dispensable.
"What?" Sasuke snaps back from his book in irritation, wondering what the hell the guy wants now. The last time he pestred him like that, it was for him to pose for a nude shot. Needless to say, that left the artist with a broken nose.
The pale Uchiha look-a-like shrugs, eyes drooping in schooled nonchalance and some careless attitude. But his lips are quirked enough upwards for even the dumb and dumber to realize he is terrible amused. "You really need to get laid."
Silence.
You could hear a pin drop.
A glare,
An innocent look.
A growl.
A close-eyed proud smile.
Hands choking a tie.
Obsidian orbs widening in slight fear. Or so he expects
Glaring some more.
Sai raising his hands in mock surrender, as his eyes closes in that infuriatingly, happy, fake smile again. "I mean… I know Hinata's very pretty and all. Nice tits. Flawless skin. Wonderful figure Cute, tight ass—"
"Say anything more and—"
"But the thing is, she's in America." He finishes, undeterred as ever, the smug smile of success prominently present on his pale face. Not looking at all like he would be going to piss his pants soon at the intensity of the Uchiha's killing intent. If there is anything really more annoying about Sai's general absence of empathy, it is his immunity to intimidation. Even Sasuke couldn't manage to strike the same fear as he did when they met the first time. The painter had gotten too tolerable of his presence for his own benefit. "I don't think I could put up with that no matter how hot Princess is—"
"Well, I'm not you."
"—considering that you don't seem to have plans on rescuing her from the dragon she has for a father." He finishes looking proud of himself at the result he got. Sasuke is scowling. But he seemed to be listening at least for a change.
"Where are you going with this?" Sasuke glowers, teeth clenching in barely suppressed agitation.
Sai hummed, unaffected. But his dark eyes has that suspicious twinkle. "Oh. Just being a good friend advising his roommate about some stress relief. I read that my efforts of camaraderie would be appreciated once the other person is rid of his own personal turmoil. And I can see that you kind of need it…" He glances around conspiratorially, head moving from side to side in a comically irritating manner as if looking for something. And Sasuke is right. He is. "And look there's Karin. The Meganekko." He gestures towards the other table, his grin one of mischief. As if it made him look like fucking Eros.
Against Sasuke's better judgment though, he turns to look about what's the fuss with the red head that got Sai in this hype. And sees it instantly.
Four-eyes is winking suggestively at him. At Sasuke. For a moment, he actually lost his breath…. As he feels himself repitch the occurrence in his pants the other night.
Goodness…
"Making bed room eyes already huh." remarked Sai, smirking in victory, immediately noticing the Uchiha's tense muscles. "What timing."
"Shut up."
"Pretty cute too. Red eyes. Hourglass figure. Fiery demeanor. She must be quite good at fellatio."
"Shut it."
"I wonder if she is a screamer. But I think she is the deliberate type. Not really fond of those."
"Dammit you bastard."
"But I have to admit she still pales against Hinata though. I mean, goodness. That Hyuuga chick is such a meat."
Hinata. He exhales a deep sigh. Right Hinata.
His beautiful, blue-haired, pale-eyed girlfriend… Soft-looking skin… Great figure… Nice, bouncy boobs he wanted to touch so damn much…
Oh God…
Sasuke didn't bother excusing himself as he quickly bolted towards the nearest refuge. He needed that cold shower. Again. He pointedly ignores Sai's dark chuckle from behind him, deciding his anger should wait for later. He still had some unfinished business with little Sasuke.
Hinata had better be online tonight.
(TBC)
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