Here's another story I wrote recently and am still currently working on

If you're not a fan of SasuHina, One night stands, or just fun, don't read this story? I don't want immature hate here

Morning

And with it, came life

Chirping outside an ajar window, cracked open curtains spilling daylight into the room, caressing every inch it found, from the cool wooden floors, to the mute colored walls, following onto to the bed, onto his sleeping form

A touch of sun against slightly flushed cheeks, still holding a drop of pink on otherwise ghostly pale skin, marking the morning after of a night out drinking

Slowly, he stirred awake, only to be greeted with a pounding headache so intense, he winced, covering his forehead with the palm of his hand as he opened his eyes slowly

What the hell happened last night…? He thought to himself, squinting at the brightness in the room as he sat up, taking in his surroundings, trying to make sense of it, but drawing blanks

On his original question, and on the new one forming quickly after

Where am I..?

This wasn't his hotel room, and it wasn't Naruto home, either, having gone out drinking in celebration with the idiot on being announced to be next in line as Hokage after Kakashi; Sasuke was willing to spend one night in Konoha for his best friend, before continuing his travels away in hopes of training to master his rinnegan and live alone, the village still holding too many painful memories for him to handle just yet, the wound still too fresh, he wasn't ready

He wasn't sure he ever would be, if he was honest with himself

But drinking sake at the bar was the last thing he remembered, Naruto being a lightweight had called it a night pretty early on, leaving him alone

Wait.. I wasn't alone..

Bits and pieces came back, of quiet lilacs behind indigo lashes, of soft pale skin dusted with pink, of someone filling the stool next to him with a simple 'hello'

Then

More

Of lips parted in gasps, of breathy moans breathed against his neck, of fingernails clawing down his back, of plump thighs curled around his waist, of silky locks of indigo weaving through his fingers, of the sweetest voice calling out his name

He remembered it so clearly now, all the memories flooding back to him in a rush, from their conversation about their childhoods, fueled by the alcohol they consumed, the liquid courage shedding away any doubts of what was being said until the two stories seemed to merge into one, to the softness of her hand as she guided him to her estate, to the slim of her wrist in his grasp as he reached for her before she left the guest bedroom she had offered, to the surprise in her eyes as he stole a kiss in his drunken state, to how soft her body was against his as she melted into it, to the hesitation of them both, because it was all so NEW, but, it felt so right, they fit like puzzle pieces and neither could believe just how perfect it all was, in that moment, nothing else had mattered

"Hinata…" he breathed, eyes widening

"Hello.. Sasuke-kun…"