-1Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
A/N: series of Shika/Hina drabbles.
Every Little Thing
#64: Watching
It was a steady rhythm, one she matched perfectly with the bump and sway of her hips. Those perfectly proportioned hips she usually concealed beneath the horrid piece of clothing she called a jacket. Her dance, likened to a priestess beckoning her god, provocative and passionate. Her dark hair jittered and swayed with each bounce and grind of her body.
This…certainly wasn't what he expected when coming to check up on Kurenai-sensei. Though he could hardly deny he enjoyed it. It wasn't everyday one got to see the Hyuuga Heiress footloose and fancy-free in a small compact kitchen.
The music playing over the radio slowed briefly, allowing for its intensity to build in that moment. He movements turned her just slightly and he caught a glimpse of her profile in the muted light leaking into the kitchen through the covered window situated behind the sink. She ran her hands provocatively down her curvaceous form. One such hand skimmed between the slopes of her bust.
Shikamaru's breath hissed between his clenched teeth. His body proving he was, indeed, of the male gender. It was then that her writhing form stilled. Thinking fast, he dove for cover, his mind turning over one excuse after another as the music cut off and footsteps padded slowly towards the room.
"Oh!" Hinata gasped behind his turned back. "Shikamaru-san. I-I didn't know you were here."
He glanced sideways at her. Only her face peaked through the doorway, a heavy tinting of pink splashed across her cheeks and nose.
"Yo Hinata!" He raised a hand in greeting and faked a wince
"I-Is something wrong?" She asked.
"Nah," He said screwing a smile up into a grimace as he limped to an available seat. "I just stubbed my toe on the corner by the door is all. I'll be fine. What are you up too? I thought I heard the radio playing when I came in."
"N-nothing." She said, her gaze drifting to her feet. "I was just finishing up the dishes."
A long stretch of silence permeated the room, then she turned and headed back into the kitchen. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, all momentary tension easing from his shoulders.
"Troublesome." He muttered, gathering himself back to his feet. Then wondered how one could coax a certain Hyuuga out her jacket permanently…