I did a quick edit over this, let me know if I missed anything.

This is one of my favorites of mine, so I hope you like it to. Hinata and Kiba are older, around 16. Enjoy.

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Hinata heard the door open and looked up from her book. Kiba came into the room, shrugging off his jacket. Akamaru hopped off Hinata's legs and bounded over to him, his tail wagging insanely. Kiba grinned and scratched his dog around the ears. Hinata smiled warmly at her boyfriend and set down her book, but before she could stand up Kiba had swept her up and kissed her roughly, licking her lips. Hinata blushed and ducked her head, but Kiba only switched to her neck, biting it softly.

Hinata made a small protesting noise and gently pulled away. "Kiba, I'm happy to see you too, but…"

"Sorry," Kiba chuckled, grinning. Hinata gave him a small smile as he looped one arm around her and set his other hand on the curve of her neck, brushing the area he had bit her with his thumb. He then changed his mind and removed his hand and nuzzled her, saying, "I missed you."

"It was only a couple of days," Hinata said, blushing, "But I know what you mean."

"What are you doing here anyway?" Kiba asked, stepping away from a second so he could see her face. "Not that I'm not happy, of course."

Hinata took the chance to take his rough hands and sit down on the bed, him at her side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her against him. "I heard that you were getting back today…so I came to meet you."

"Aww…and here I thought you didn't like me," he said jokingly, drawing his fingertips over her shoulder in small circles. Akamaru leaped up on the bed and settled on Hinata's lap, her hand fell down automatically to rub his fur.

"So, what did you have to do?" Hinata asked, hiding behind conversation to avoid another one of Kiba's make-out sessions that were becoming more and more frequent.

"It was actually pretty boring," Kiba stated, using his other hand to stroke Akamaru. "It sucked that I couldn't bring Akamaru. Or you…" his hand ran over hers, making Hinata blush. "Hell, I would have even taken Shino."

Hinata nodded. Their sensei made the three of them go on minor missions by themselves every now and then, to prepare them how to handle themselves if they got separated from the main group. It had been Kiba's turn last time. "You passed, right?"

"Of course!" Kiba grinned. "It was a piece of cake. But enough talking, Hinata," he said, whining slightly. "I just got home."

Hinata blushed and prepared herself for what she knew was coming. Kiba wrapped both arms around her and pulled her close, breathing in the scent of her hair. Akamaru yelped and quickly leaped to the floor to avoid being smothered. Kiba kissed her roughly, his hand securing her against him at the hips. Hinata carefully settled her arms around his neck. "Kiba…" she muttered into his cheek.

"Hinata-chan, you're cold," Kiba said breathily, his teeth nibbling on her ear. He leaned against her, making her fall back onto the bed. Hinata squeaked a protest, but Kiba muttered with a smirk, "I'm only keeping you warm."

"Kiba," Hinata said, a little more forcefully. "I didn't tell my father where I was going." He kissed her collarbone, having pulled her coat down a little. Hinata's heart jumped and she sat up, telling Kiba, "Really. I don't want him to get angry, Kiba."

"Alright…sorry, Hinata," he muttered guiltily, removing himself.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, standing. She leaned down quickly and pecked him on the cheek, then turned for the door. Just as she reached it, she felt Kiba give her a hug from behind and open the door for her. She gave him a quick smile and walked out.

As she walked down the cool street, she let out a sigh. She and Kiba had been dating a few months now. Kiba had been becoming more and more…forceful with the time they spent together. It wasn't that Kiba wasn't gentle with her. He spent plenty of time curled around her, or lying side by side, just talking, but lately…Hinata sighed again. She shouldn't be surprised; she thought dismally…Kiba was a guy. She just wished he hadn't gotten so rough. Lately, he rarely just plain kissed her anymore. Instead, he had begun to lick and bite—a lot. When she thought about it, it seemed pretty logical…but it didn't mean she had to like it. But Hinata was too nervous to say anything about it. She would sit there and allow Kiba to continue his consented to assault.

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The next day after training Hinata was steered off by Kiba. When she asked where they were going, he chuckled and said that it was a surprise. He led her to the river and sat down under the bridge, pulling something out from one of the supports. Hinata giggled when she saw it was a picnic basket. "You actually made food, Kiba?"

He pretended to be hurt, pulling the basket to his chest and wrapping his arms around it. "Now, Hinata-chan, I worked hard on this. If you don't want any," he started dramatically.

Hinata laughed again, held out her hand, and said, "Okay, okay…let me have some."

Kiba leaned over swiftly and kissed her forcefully, then pulled away, smirking. Hinata blushed and said, flustered, "I-I meant the food…"

"Yeah, but I bet I taste better," Kiba said with a laugh and opened the basket.

They ate for a while, mostly talking about Kiba's mission. They didn't realize it had begun to drizzle until it was heavy enough to patter loudly against the bridge over their heads. Hinata blinked and looked to the side, and saw it was pouring. "Oh no!" she cried, hurriedly beginning to pack up the things into the basket.

Kiba grabbed her hand to stop her and said, "Hinata, we might as well stay here until it stops. It's pretty heavy right now, you'll get soaked and probably sick."

Hinata looked out again into the rain. "I'm wearing a thick coat…"

Kiba rolled her eyes and said, "Then why did you just shiver? Come here." He gently tugged her into his lap and leaned against a bridge support, both arms wrapped around her. Hinata blushed and pressed against him in an attempt to warm up, pulling her knees up to her chest.

They sat there for a while, but the rain didn't let up. Hinata was just dozing off—the sound of the rain was very calming—until she felt Kiba's lips on her hair. She shifted slightly, and he moved to her neck. "Kiba?"

"Hm?" he asked lazily.

"What…what are you doing?" she asked a little nervously.

"Kissing my girlfriend," he replied, twisting his neck so he could reach her cheek.

Hinata let herself relax, he didn't seem interested in doing anything more than that. She twisted in his grip so she could kiss him back, if a little timidly. She could feel Kiba smirking against her skin when his lips met hers roughly and he bit down on her lower lip—hard.

Hinata whimpered and started to pull away, and Kiba muttered an apology, licking away the blood. She returned to sitting with her back to him and Kiba frowned, wrapping his arms back around her. "Hinata…"

"It's fine," she said briskly, not wanting to talk about it. She was beginning to get annoyed at him. This happened just about every time they were together! No matter how many times she pulled away or stopped, Kiba didn't learn. Instead, he tried to push it further, when she obviously wasn't ready for it. Just because she had become a little more confident since they were kids didn't mean that she wasn't timid about being intimate.

Kiba heard her tone of voice. "What's wrong?"

Hinata didn't respond, she was too deep in her brooding. Sometimes she wondered if all Kiba wanted was sex, because that was the way he was acting lately. Dully she thought to herself that if she just suddenly acted completely out of character and basically threw herself at him, Kiba wouldn't hesitate to take her, conveniently ignoring that she wasn't acting like herself at all.

"Hinata?"

Why not test her theory? Hinata blushed at that thought, shocked at herself; she would never be able to do such a thing. But she wanted to know, to put a stop to all her doubts. She was just terrified that she might be right.

Biting her lip, Hinata calculated whether or not it would be worth it. If she was wrong, then the only downside would be her great embarrassment at her actions, and an awkward explanation to Kiba. If she was right…Hinata knew she would be crushed, but then she wouldn't be constantly wondering anymore. So…was it worth it?

"Hin—"

Hinata twisted and crushed her mouth to Kiba's.

She would just have to find out for herself if it was worth it.

Kiba was too surprised to react, and Hinata pulled herself into his lap, her knees on either side of his hips, arms thrown around his neck. She kept her eyes clenched shut and blocked out her embarrassment. There was no turning back now, she told herself. It was all or nothing. This was too important for her to just pretend that her doubt wasn't there.

She ran her tongue over his lips and let it slip into his mouth, where it was eagerly greeted by his own. Her hands fisted in his hair out of mortification, making Kiba groan. His arms wrapped around her and he gasped her name against her mouth.

Hinata leaned forward, and Kiba didn't need any more encouragement to lean back into the grass. Hinata followed him, one shaking hand trailing down to his chest to his jacket zipper, clenching her eyes tight. As she pulled it down, Hinata kissed him roughly, praying he would stop her.

Kiba's hands found hers and pushed them away gently, filling Hinata with relief. He wasn't going to let do this, he must have noticed—

He pulled the zipper down all the way, shrugging it off his shoulders, and he grabbed hold of the hem of his shirt.

Hinata pulled away, head bowed. That was as far as she needed to go. Kiba lay beneath her, panting. When she looked down into his eyes, she saw that they were dull and full of wanting—not in the least hesitant or uncertain. He was going to…he thought they were…even though she…

Kiba froze when he saw tears in her eyes, and he quickly became concerned. "Hinata? Did I bite you again?" He moved his hands to her arms, looking at her.

Hinata shook her head slightly, bowing her head again. She couldn't stop her tears, and didn't bother brushing them away. "You didn't even try to stop me," she said in a whisper, voice cracking.

"Of course not, why would I?" Kiba asked, thoroughly confused. She went from completely hot for him to crying in two seconds flat. "What's wrong?"

Hinata bit her lip and stood. "Hin…Hinata?" Kiba asked, pushing himself into a sitting position.

She turned away from him and quickly walked out from under the bridge, tears mixing with the rain. She was so stupid…! Of course it wasn't worth it, she would rather be forever in question than having that happening.

Kiba scrambled to his feet and ran after her, grabbing her arm. "Hinata, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

She jerked her arm away, not looking at him. Oh sure, now he was worried. Anger welled up inside her, at herself and at Kiba, clashing with her overwhelming regret and sadness.

"Hinata!"

"Go away!" she cried, fighting back sobs. This was a mistake, now she was going to make a fool of herself. People would see her if they looked out the window, see how weak and broken she was. What on earth had she been thinking?

"No! Tell me what's wrong!"

She spun around and said in a cracked voice, "You should have noticed something was wrong before the tears!"

"What?" Kiba asked, still confused.

Hinata wiped her eyes and turned on her heel, picking up her pace, all too aware that Kiba was right behind her.

"Hinata! What the hell is going on?" he demanded, distressed to see her crying.

"You obviously don't care!"

Kiba scowled, now understanding that Hinata was crying because of him. He grabbed her arm and before she could jerk it back he yanked her to him, wrapping his arms around her. He held her there as Hinata stiffened.

"Let go of me," she ordered, face turned to the side and pressed against his shoulder, her expression conflicted.

"Not until you explain what the hell just happened," he replied, his voice as hard as hers. "What would make you think that I don't care?"

"Let go of me," she repeated, hands balling into fists. She refused to listen to her body and wrap her arms around him. She would not cry into his shoulder, she would not allow him to make her forget everything. It was too important. If he didn't even care about her, then she wouldn't stay with him.

"I will not. Hinata, how can I understand if you don't tell me?" he demanded, getting defensive at her sudden hostility.

"Figure it out yourself," she snapped, pushing away from him. He caught her wrist and Hinata shot him such a cold glare he immediately dropped it. She took advantage of her chance and walked as fast as possible down the street.

Kiba stared after her, dumbfounded. He had never seen that look in her eyes before. He doubted anyone had. She had looked so furious, and yet broken at the same time. What did he done to trigger that?

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Hinata hurried down the halls, dripping and soaked. She had stopped crying and was busy wiping her face with her sleeve, but it didn't do much—it was wetter than her face was. Just as she was about to enter her room, she heard someone behind her.

"Hinata? Why are soaked?"

It was Neji. "It was raining," she said, trying to keep her voice calm and failing horribly.

Neji picked up on her cracked voice. He hesitated, unsure of what he should do, and carefully reached out and turned her around. Hinata kept her face down, away from his gaze. "Hinata."

She bit her lip and looked up.

"You've been crying," he stated.

"It's just the rain, nii-san," she said quietly.

"You're eyes are red. It wasn't the rain."

Hinata had too many emotions in her at the moment. She was too exhausted to talk about it. She turned away from him and stepped into her room, closing the sliding door behind her.

Neji stared at where she had gone. She had just completely ignored him. She never did that. Something was wrong, but he was unsure of whether or not he should get into it. Hesitantly, he slid open the door.

Hinata didn't even look at him as he stepped in. She was busy taking off her coat and hanging it on the wall. Hinata grabbed a towel she kept in her room for when she went to take baths and dried her face.

"Hinata."

She sighed and turned to him. "Please, go away, nii-san."

He could tell that she was going to start crying soon and left, not willing to attempt comforting a crying teenage girl.