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Sasuke Uchiha stood at 6 ft. 1 inch whereas his wife was only 5 ft. 5 inches. Her younger sister was taller than her by two inches. Her loud friend with the blond hair and the other one with the pink hair stood at 5 ft. 8 inches. She often got teased for her height, rather her lack of it. But Sasuke liked her height.
He liked the fact he towered over her because it gave him a sense of control. That was the only thing he could control. That and things in the bedroom. Because her word was law in everything else. No arguments. It was hard to believe that such a small person could be so commanding. His friends often teased him how he followed her like a puppy. This dramatically hurt his pride. Sasuke needed to boost his pride and believe that he had some control once in a while.
He liked it that he could lift her up. Since she was so small, it was easy for Sasuke to lift her and carry her whenever he liked. It was usually towards the privacy of their bedroom.
He liked it when she had to ask him to get things for her. She called him when she couldn't put the newly-washed towels in the cabinets; only to ask him to come back at get it for her when she needed them. It somehow reassured Sasuke that she needed him just as much as he needed her. After all, how would she survive if she couldn't find the correct spices to cook with?
He liked it whenever she wore those really tall heels. She always joked that it would somehow lower their height difference, even if it was just for a little while. He knew that once those formal events were over, she would kick off those shoes and walk around their apartment barefoot. That was one of the things he loved about her. She was never too preoccupied with looking pretty or spending hours in front of the mirror covering her face with make-up. She had told him that she preferred the natural look; he did too. She was most beautiful that way.
He loved it how his arms rested on her shoulders. When they went out for walks around the city or anywhere really, Sasuke made sure that his arm was around her. It showed everyone that she belonged to him. She was his. He dared anyone to think otherwise.
He loved it how she would wrap her arms around his arms, especially when the weather got colder. She said that he radiated off too much body heat and he needed to share with her. Sasuke never knew how to tell her that she was his warmth in this dark, cold world. The meaning behind her name fit her perfectly.
He loved it how he hugged her, her head would lean against his chest. It allowed him to smell her shampoo, something mixed with lavender. Sasuke very quickly realized that he had slowly become addicted to that scent, her scent.
In comparison to others, his wife was certainly not tall. But then again, Sasuke would never call her short.
In fact, he only had one word to describe Hinata's height. Perfect.
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