It was one of those mornings that the romantics loved to write poems about. The sun was bright and its beams glowed softly on Hinata's face. It warmed her skin despite the cool breeze that blew across her hair and tickled at her ears. She'd always enjoyed her morning walk across Konoha which was not much of a surprise as the sheer tranquillity of an early morning in the village was most becoming of her. She was not out for leisure today, however. She was out on business as she was to make a delivery.

Things had calmed down greatly after the war ended and Hinata's life had begun to settle quite nicely. She had become a jounin, like many of her friends following Madara's defeat, and was even mentoring her own team of genin these days. Her life was, essentially, relatively calm for once. With no wars to fight and no wild expectations upon her she was almost entirely content with her life. Almost.

She still hadn't earned the affections of the one she had coveted most. Despite her best efforts, ever since Naruto became Hokage, Sakura had him in her bed almost immediately. Hinata knew that He'd always been so much more interested in Sakura than her to begin with and ever since she missed her chance to tell him how she really felt he had been long lost to her. Naruto was out of her reach and Hinata would just have to accept that. So she did accept it and she managed to move on rather quickly.

Maybe she was simply unable to function without lusting after a fit, young, hot-blooded man. Whatever the reason, her eyes had turned from Naruto and she found herself infatuated with a much darker flavour: Sasuke. Perhaps it was because he had such a dark and brooding past, that he held himself with such confidence and power. Or maybe it was because he was just so much sexier than Naruto. She'd didn't think too much in to it, All she cared about was kissing those lips and riding that sweet dick.

Hey, she might be shy on the outside but every girl has needs, you know?

So when it was required that someone had to make a delivery to his home she volunteered immediately. She had no idea what was inside the package she was carrying and she honestly didn't care. If it gave her a reason to see the object of her lust then that was all that really mattered. It was times like these she was glad that the village didn't have a formalised postal service.

Her mind briefly wandered to her ideal scenario, daydreaming about how she wanted the day to go: she'd show up on his doorstep with the parcel and he'd be ever so thankful. 'Oh, Hinata' He'd say. 'However can I repay you?' He'd smile with confidence and take her in his arms. She'd melt as he pressed her firmly against his body and drew himself closer and closer to her lips. She'd moan as she felt his breath against her face, his hands on her hips...

Or at least that's what would happen had there not been an obstacle between the two of them. Ever since he and his entourage had been pardoned by Naruto and allowed to take residence in the Hidden Leaf, that bitch Karin had sunk her claws in to Sasuke pretty soon after. Hinata didn't mind as much, though, as this wasn't like Naruto and Sakura's relationship where the two of them had always had some affection for each other.

No, Hinata had the impression that Karin had always been lusting after Sasuke and that he'd only recently started banging her because he simply couldn't withstand her incessant attention. Even the ever-stolid Sasuke had his limits, it seemed. But even though she mightn't measure up to Sakura in Naruto's eyes, she was confident that if she could make Sasuke see how much better she was then that stalker creep Karin then she'd be in his bed in no time.

She finally approached Sasuke's house, her heart fluttering ever so slightly, and she stepped up to knock on his door. She trembled a little as her knuckle rose and she hesitated only briefly, trying to gain her composure and assure herself she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of her love. Taking the plunge she rapped briefly on the door but instead on knocking, the door swung open at her touch. Hinata started, afraid for a moment that she might have broken the door somehow, but quickly calmed down as she realised that it had simply been left unlocked.

'Hello?' She called.

No answer. Most unusual.

She peered further in to the house. The lights were still on, so someone must have been home. But if that were the case, then why was nobody answering? Perhaps Sasuke had left in a hurry for some reason and, in his haste, forgotten to turn off the lights and close the door properly? Saddened that her hopes of Sasuke providing her with amorous gratitude were now dashed, she took a step inside of the house and decided to leave the package atop the table in the hallway before leaving.

But then she heard a noise. It was faint, but she could tell it was a voice. It was drifting down from upstairs and though she couldn't tell who it was, it definitely wasn't Sasuke's. It was a woman's. An intruder? That would explain the lights and the open door! Hinata had no time to waste, she could easily take on whoever was foolish enough to steal from Sasuke and in the process prove to him that she was more useful than that hang-about whore Karin.

She crept up the stairs gently, making not a single sound as she took each step. The voice was getting louder as she approached but it was still muffled. She reached the top of the stairs where one of the doors had been left ajar. She had barely cracked open the door when she froze at the sight before her.