Don't ask me where this came from. I really don't know why I wrote it. I just sat there with a blank screen and then THIS showed up! I'm sort of confused as to what my hands and fingers are telling me since they didn't seem to get permission from my mind to make this up on their own. *sigh* Oh, well.
Disclaimer: I promise you, I don't own Naruto. *grin*
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Calloused fingers softly traced pale skin, sending pleasure-filled shivers throughout the pale one's body.
Uneven breaths made themselves be known only to each other as they continued what they always found themselves doing.
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A very beautiful Hyuuga heiress walked out of the tea house unceremoniously. She had waited until her rough, yet lingering teammate left the building to do whatever it is he did with his dog, to leave so she could meet up with her secret someone.
Giving a small smile, she waved shyly at the Akimichi clan's only son standing across the street from her. He was grinning widely and winked at her.
She moved forward, toward the unused apartments for important political visitors in Konoha. She wasn't sure if any were occupied at the moment, but she could care less, as her mind was already in another place.
As she easily opened the locked door to the empty apartment, she walked inside only to hear the door close behind her soon after her entering.
She spun around and grinned wickedly at the large man in between her and the exit. Red swirls on his cheeks rose as he smiled back sensually, promising nothing but the most exciting pleasure to come.
Oh, and he never broke a promise.
She wasted no time as she eagerly jumped him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. He smiled into the kiss she gave him and walked them towards the bed on the other side of the room.
Giggling, she allowed herself to be laid onto the bed as he began kissing down her neck. She arched her back with a soft moan and he chuckled.
Though, before he could even remove her of her coat, they were interrupted by a sound of... youthfulness.
Pausing in mid-sex-like pose, they looked over at the entrance to the room to see a green spandex-clad man holding the hand of one red-headed Kazekage rushing into the room.
They didn't move until the red head growled, giving them a meaningful look. "Leave. Now." He then looked at the eager man with the bowl cut hairdo and pointed. "You. Strip."
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Chouji laughed heartily as he left the apartment, followed by Hinata. They always ended up being stopped somehow. They never had a chance to make love. Not once. Maybe keeping it a secret was a terrible idea in the first place. But they feared it would lead to marriage contracts.
That was something they weren't sure they wanted... yet. Because as far as they knew, it was just lust between them. Lust that would never go away because they couldn't seem to 'do it' each time they tried.
The first time was most embarrassing, being caught by Kurenai and Ibiki, who in turn, didn't care to explain why they wanted alone time together.
They stopped walking when they reached the sidewalk and she grinned ruefully up at him. "Next time?"
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, despite the looks of passers by. "Maybe I'll have to propose just to have you, after all."
Her wicked grin returned, giving him a look no one but he's ever seen. "Maybe."
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Yeah, no lemon. I can't do lemons to save my life (let alone anyone else's life). I'm a sad person... This fic is so short. Ah, I'll just have to get over it. Review if it's not a bother! Or flame if it was that bad!
