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Neji's Fix
"You can have me instead."
Those were the words she said to him the first time this happened. Yet no matter how many times he took her, he still could not convince himself that it was her.
Her hair was not as black and had a chocolate brown sheen instead of midnight blue. Her eyes were not as gentle as his dream lover's. They looked serious and purposeful. Her body was slim and straight, boyish, unlike the womanly curves he dreamt about. If he were to go on about their differences, the list would be endless. Yet still he came back to her.
Like tonight. She was like a fix. He entered her room via the window. His room was situated in the servant's quarters while hers was in the main Hyuuga mansion. She already knew he was coming. He only came on the nights before his training sessions with Hinata as if he required a fix to fortify himself against her.
She remained inert as if in a deep sleep to keep up the pretense. He liked it better this way. Flipping her so that her back lay flat against her futon, he straddled and thrust against her in one quick move, earning a shocked gasp from her, but her surprise did not penetrate her eyes as she looked up at him from under hooded lids. Instead, hunger and lust were written in them.
The reason why Neji came back to her was because she was still the closest he could get to having her, and he could do his worst, act out his dirtiest fantasies; spread her wide and fuck her senseless without the guilt of knowing that he was despoiling his perfect, pristine, innocent, Hinata.