Early Morning Routine
Muta has a morning with the woman he loves. Hana has an appetite.
Notes: Muta really likes ALL insects.
Re-written: 12/01/2016
Hana woke to a cold, early morning. Not a pleasant thing to greet; not in nothing but her underwear, regardless of a blanket. Hana paused, slowly coming to realise she was sprawled out in a bed that wasn't hers. She sniffed. Aburame Muta. She sniffed again. Her Haimaru trio were sleeping nicely in the corner.
Hana slid her hand across the bedsheets, until her fingernails hit Muta's bare arm.
The man jerked slightly. "Mm. Mm?" He squinted at her, looking tired. "Please don't tell me you want more."
Hana grinned suggestively. "What, can't go another round?"
Muta buried his face in his pillow with a tortured groan. Hana laughed. "You insatiable woman! I haven't slept well in three weeks and you just bully me." His voice was muffled in pillow fluff, but his tone was indignant enough that she could hear it.
The insatiable woman hummed a little. "I love you, though, so it can't be helped."
"'Can't be helped'," He repeated, with bitterness. He paused, groaned again, and then pulled himself up onto his elbows. Hana indulgently watched his arms tensing and shifting to find balance. Aburame weren't normally big on physical strength, but Muta had been adopted in when he was five, so he liked to be a little more well-rounded than his cousins. His toned, bare arms were just the thing Hana needed on a chilly morning. "Everyone thinks you're the nice one, the less wild one, but you're not," He went on grumpily, his hair obscuring his face because he was too tired to raise his head properly.
Hana didn't bother to do anything about the little smile playing on her lips. "Oh really? How am I not the most civil one, then?" She wasn't. She's really was not. All her cousins would attest to that.
"Insatiable," Muta reminded her. "If we go back to the archaic social standards Konoha was founded on, women were supposed to be pious and virginal." Hana laughed. "Well, that's how it was. You know," He said suddenly, his head snapping up and his shiny, black beetle-like eyes turning to her, "Sexual women were thought to have been possessed by demons. Whores of the devil, or something."
Hana found herself too distracted by the width of Muta's shoulders to pay attention to his words. "That's nice, honey."
Muta looked confused. "No it's not. They used to preform painful exorcisms on those poor women."
Hana shook her head, musing up her hair. She lifted her hand to run her fingertips against his upper arm. "Those poor, horny women."
"Yes," Muta agreed, finally tacking on to where her attention lay. They were silent for a while, as Hana indulged herself with her boyfriend's body and Muta watched her fingers stroke his skin.
Hana tried to keep herself from sniggering. "Well, what're you gonna do about this horny woman, huh? Exercise it out of me?"
"Exorcise," Muta corrected with a shy smile, and Hana smiled back immediately. "And if she needs me, I'm at her service." He dips his head, his lips meeting with her fingers to cement the fact.
Hana just laughed and rolled over, from her back to her stomach, and hugged the pillow beneath her. "Nah, I was just joking. Go back to sleep; I'm only hungry. What do you even have in your cabinets?" She asked, as she shoved her knees under her to get up.
"Are you sure? I don't really… mind," He sort of mumbled the last part out. Hana paused, watching him with one sharp eye. "You're a very beautiful woman; I suppose there's no man alive who would mind," He went on, in that tone of voice that suggested this was personal dialogue. It was quite a bit lower than his speaking voice; she liked it more than a lot.
Hana choose to comment anyway. "I don't care about what they want."
Muta frowned, a little embarrassed. "Well, it's something I think about."
Hana rolled her eyes, hiding the rush of pleasure a slightly jealous Muta gave her. "Right you are, lover boy."
"Yes," Muta said mildly. Her knowledge of him also included know he pleased by her pet name. He sat up himself, and Hana winced a little as his joints cracked, and he groaned again.
"Sorry. Was I too demanding?" She asked, reaching over and brushing his long hair from his face, studying his expression. Nothing showing, as ususal.
Hana was glad her boy was an Aburame, though. His hair hid his solid jaw and his goggles covered his strong cheekbones. His masculine, handsome beauty was all for her, for times just like this.
Muta shook his head, giving her his reserved, little smile again. "I've brought this upon myself, trying to court a lady of the wolves."
Hana practically glowed. Muta always has the best euphemisms, too. "Yeah. Okay. You big flirt."
Muta chuckled and looked away, trying to make his grin and his embarrassment less noticeable, but she could smell it. She loved how his unique blend of happiness smelt on him.
They'd been dating for half a year now, and he was still a very shy, very stoic sort of man. Hana had never really imagined dating a man who didn't like to smile, or laugh. Who didn't like to? Aburame Muta, apparently, and he got absolutely mortified over it. Of course, that was usual Aburame behaviour, so Hana took it upon herself to bring some usual Inuzuka behaviour into their relationship to be even. One of her favourite things was to get Muta to crack just a little smile. Just a bit of a chuckle. Let him know that around her, it was okay.
"I think I have bread?" Muta put forward suddenly.
It threw Hana for a loop. "What?"
"In my cupboards. I think I might have some bread," Muta reminded her of her earlier intentions.
"Oh. Right." Hana wrinkled her nose. In Muta's apartment, the kikaichū did something to smells; as though they were muting them. She couldn't get a scent from the kitchen downstairs, but she didn't need to. "That's gross. You've been gone three weeks!"
"Auntie left a note on my door and said she put it there just yesterday," The Aburame man assured her.
Hana raised her eyebrows. "Your auntie has a key to your apartment?"
Muta looked slightly cross. "Don't question these things, Hana." As if to make a point, a few kikaichū chose to wander along Hana's red Inuzuka fangs. She brushed them off, and Muta made a hissing sound, disapproving of her disturbing them.
The Inuzuka woman sniggered a little. "Okay, okay. What're we gonna have on it, then?"
Muta paused to think. "… Honey. Yes, I've got some of that," He said to himself, and looked quite pleased that they could have breakfast here.
Hana was sceptical. "How long has that been in the fridge? Is it the same stuff your cousin gave you months ago?"
"Of course," Muta replied, like it was obvious. "Honey never goes off, you know. When they open tombs unearthed in archaeological discoveries with honey in them, you can still eat it." Muta's small smile broke out. "Insects are so good when they make things, aren't they? You'd never see an insect do things by halves," He went on, with no little amount of satisfaction.
Hana rolled her eyes to herself. "That's great. You want to eat now, or go on about bees more?" The Inuzuka woman motioned to the door with a sarcastic arch to her brows.
Muta hesitated. "Can I tell you something about swarming dances?"
Hana gave him a hard, blank look. "Not without food," She told him sternly, and hopped out of bed, calling for her triplets as she headed downstairs. The world had warmed up a little as they'd talked.
The haimaru trio jumped up immediately and woofed softly in response, going to her as one.
Muta sat there for a moment, breathing in the morning, and went to get a shirt. He pulled it on as he too followed after Hana, making his way down the stairs. He watched as she found some old mince, sniffing it and deeming it good enough for her baby boy's breakfasts, before separating it accordingly.
Muta propped his shoulder up against the doorway. He wanted to tell her something. He wanted to tell her he loved her. How perfect he found her. How he loved to watch her care for her dogs, how he didn't mind at all when she teased him, how he, sometimes, very privately, loved her insatiable appetite for him. How comfortable and right it felt to have her in his space, how pleased it made him, when he took off his goggles and unbuttoned his hood, that she would watch every moment. "… Knifes are in the next drawer, to your left," He called out.
As Hana thanked him and dug one out Muta pinched the bridge of his nose, hard. Maybe he wasn't quite there yet. He looked back up at Hana, and she was smiling, her bright eyes laughing at him. Muta felt himself smile, too, and resisted the urge to fight it off his face.
Maybe he wasn't quite ready to tell her how he felt, but he thought that maybe Hana was willing to wait.