Happy New Year's everyone! Here is an unexpected part two for Descriptions.

Descriptions part 2

The thin wooden door was no match for the mighty hero's immense strength. His orange sleeves billowed as he wrenched back his arm to break the only thing standing between him and that which was most precious to him. The gorgeously carved cherry wood crunched satisfyingly under his flying blow.

And even as the wood splintered and rained upon him, he did not care. He rushed into the elaborate room, the pale walls decorated with scenes of flying cranes and frolicking koi fish. The sun filtered in from the elaborate garden, illuminating the slight form of the princess. Her long, dark hair pooled around her in elaborate coils; the midnight tones contrasting against the pink sakura blossoms embroidered onto her cream colored kimono. Her rosy lips were parted in delight, and her tear-filled eyes were shining with an intense hope and love so deep, he thought he would die.

"Hime…" He gasped, his eyes widening in delight.

"You're here." Her light voice sighed, and rose to her feet gracefully, wanting more than anything to rush towards her savior.

A clinking and clanking announced her imprisonment, the cuffs cruelly binding her tiny ankles to the wooden floor. Her bare feet peeked out from the layers of her furisode.

He grew intensely angry at the sight of the metal links and the red marks on her feet. With an angry growl, he bent down and swiftly ripped away the lengths with his raw strength. The princess admired the bulging muscles of his thick arms and promptly fell into his warm embrace, feeling safe.

She looked up and he looked down. They gazed into each other's eyes, the world disappearing. And they did not care that just a few yards away lay the bodies of the enemy or that they were miles away from home. He bent down to capture her soft, silky lips in a searing kiss, the passion and love increased by separation burning their very souls.

And the innocence of first love and the flames of lust clashed and combined into something else entirely. Hands reached for bare skin; a loosened orange ribbon floated to the floor, a falling hair pin pulled out gently. He hesitantly slid the silky cloth of her kimono over her pale shoulder, relishing the hooded gaze with which she responded.

They fell gently to the floor, lost in the pass-

"What is it about?" she asked curiously, her lavender eyes sparkling mischievously. Her head was titled adorably in curiosity and her hands clasped behind her back.

He jolted, blushing as he looked back at the bubbly girl looking over his shoulder. Her cinnamon roll scent washed over him as she shifted to get a closer look at his manuscript.

He quickly shoved his hands over the paper, slightly smudging the words. The action displaced several other loose leafs of paper across his large desk. His breathing grew more rapid, his face felt on fire and he cursed his inability to hide anything from this girl. 'She just had to have all seeing eyes.'

On second thought, scratch the eyes. Why on earth had he given her a copy of the key to his apartment? She giggled quietly, her entire face lighting up and her indigo hair shifting in her slight movements. He stared mesmerized. 'Oh. That's why. Because she's so damn cute.'

She laughed, mouthing some silent words. And because Naruto could read lips effectively, he realized she was reading some of his writing.

"I-it's n-nothing!" He shouted, further hunching over his would be magnum opus.

She smiled at his antics; sure that whatever it had been was not so innocent to say the least. On further inspection, she caught sight of a steaming instant Ramen, safely tucked away behind a stack of brightly colored books. Its Styrofoam labeling dimmed by the shadows of the light. Bright, lilac eyes crinkled in amusement.

"Were you eating Naruto-kun?" Her light voice asked, deceptively happy.

"Does it matter?" He pouted like a petulant child, blond strands of hair falling endearingly over shining sky blue eyes.

"Not really." She replied airily as she reached carefully for the noodles. Pale fingers grasped thin air as her stubborn beau rescued his beloved food. She frowned slightly. He was quick.

"NO! Hinata-chan! I can't waste this precious gift from the gods!" He whined, clutching the hot cup as if it was his first born child. He spilled some broth on his clean black shirt, the liquid slightly scalding him as it made its way down. He winced.

Hinata quickly patted the pockets of her oversized white sweater, hoping to locate some napkins.

"Ahah! Here we go!" She declared brightly, pulling out a veritable stack of quilted napkins. She grabbed two and quickly rushed towards the haphazard youth, gently patting away the soup stains. Naruto shifted away, curling in his chair to keep his beloved Ramen away from his crazed girlfriend. She would insist, as always, on him eating more vegetables. And like always, he would argue back that Ramen had plenty of vegetables.

As far as he was concerned, Ramen contained all the food groups, protein (beef, shrimp, pork broth), veggies (corn, green onion, etc.), carbs (noodles), and other miscellaneous things.

"Oh, now Naruto-kun, don't be so childish." She admonished, worried as a mother hen. She gently brushed past his raised arms, reaching for the still wet trails of soup and lovingly cleaned up the mess. "I was going to cook for you, but seeing as you're already eating…"

She trailed off, glancing away from the sputtering man, knowing the guilt trip was working. She continued tearily, her lower lip trembling as she pulled away from him.

"A-and I wanted to cook, just for y-you, but…but you…"

"GAAH! HINATA-CHAN! Don't cry please! I'll eat your delicious food. I'll eat anything you cook, you know that, don't you Hina-chan?!" He tried to appease the distraught girl, his hands waving in front of him. He was lost.

She grinned underneath the cover of her petite hands. The distraction had worked. He had set down his noodles, and they were unguarded. Left behind by the sputtering mess that was Naruto Uzumaki. She took the chance, and with all the grace of the Hyuuga, she whisked away the cup, not spilling a single drop.

"Got ya, Naruto-kun." She smiled teasingly. His eyes widened, hurt at the betrayal. He lunged for her, but she danced away from his grasp. Her hair brushed against his knuckles as she swayed. A tingle rushed down his spine, all the way down…down…and the hot, delicious noodles were forgotten.

He stared at her giggling face. She was dancing a victory dance, her hips swaying to an inaudible tune and tendrils of night floating around her. Her eyes were stars and her cheeks roses, as clichéd as the descriptions were, because truly, that's what they were to him in that moment. The cup of noodles still rested in her gently grip.

His bare feet padded on the pale, wooden floor as he lightly stepped towards her, hoping to join her odd waltz. Her eyes widened as he plucked the cup from her hands and placed it unceremoniously on a small side table. They widened further when one strong, tan hand gripped her waist and the other her own hand. And he twirled her in a silly, lackadaisical, nonsensical, and beautiful tango. His tall and firm frame was pressed against her petite form, and she rested her head on his chest, tiny hands reaching across his broad back.

They missed the coiled rope strewn across the floor. (Courtesy of Naruto's disorganization)

Her tiny ankle became entangled with the smooth rope, causing her to trip. (Or as Hiashi Hyuuga would term it, merely a very important lesson in Hyuuga balance.)

Regardless, Hinata found herself lying on her back, shoulder uncomfortably pressed against a wooden floor and a very heavy Naruto-kun on top of her. She reddened, from the tip of her hairline all the way down to her entwined feet. She pushed aside her embarrassment to make sure he was okay.

"N-Naruto-kun…"

No answer.

"Naruto-kun?" She asked a bit more desperately, unable to lift her head to look at the boy. Her eyes stared worriedly at the ceiling, and she formed patterns with the cottage cheese material to calm herself. 'A duck butt…that reminds me of someone….'

Her thoughts were cut off when she heard a muffled reply coming from somewhere below her chin. She sighed in relief. (As much as she could anyway with a weight on her chest.)

Naruto was very aware. He had been awake from the start, just simply too afraid and mortified by the situation to speak. For you see, our hero found himself inhaling the scent of cinnamon rolls, his nose buried in the soft material of Hinata's sweater. Upon further inspection, he realized his face was buried in her…bosoms…

He fought with all his might the urge to further bury his face in-'Gaah! Stop it! Inappropriate thoughts of innocent, sweet Hinata not allowed!'

Hinata for her part had yet to realize how they were situated. Naruto quickly lifted himself up, placing his arms on either side of her and got up so quickly, that Hinata had no time to register where exactly he had been. She glanced up at her boyfriend, face a thousand times redder than a fire truck and her eyes wide as Chouji after eating all Shikamaru's weight in BBQ….okay so that was an awkward comparison…

Regardless, her eyes were wide open, surprised. His on the other hand were darkened to cobalt, blue fire burning in the depths at their current position. And if he had been staring too intensely, he would not know, because everything was forgotten as soon as he caught sight of an exposed pale shoulder, peeking out from a slipping oversized sweater.

'Like his story…'

He turned back to the shy girl, only to be met with hooded eyes darkened to a pale purple and a light blush dusting smooth cheeks.

Neither ever knew who started it, but each liked to claim responsibility. Their lips met in a searing kiss, his chapped ones brushing roughly against hers. She tentatively stuck hers out in an attempt to be bold. It worked beyond her wildest imagination.

They had never gone so far. His kisses intensified, his tongue meeting hers, the salty taste of Ramen mingling oddly pleasantly with the sweetness of vanilla. His hands rushed through her never ending strands of midnight, pooling around the two in elaborate coils. Butterflies crossed her throat and collar bone as his lips lightly explored them. She tightened his grasp, and just before her roaming hands brushed the waistband of his pants, he bolted upright, eyes bulging.

His fists were clenched, and he looked for all the world like a starving man, fighting the urge to eat the delicacy presented to him.

She stayed down, looking thoroughly ravished with pink cheeks and swollen lips. "I-I'm sorry, Naruto-kun, that was…"

Hinata blushed a sunset, realizing what she had come close to doing.

But before she could bury her face in her hands, a gentle pull had her in his embrace. His chest rumbled with low chuckles. She looked up, incredulous. A calloused hand caressed her cheek and his voice, still husky with desire said, "Always full of surprises Hina-chan."

A soft kiss on her forehead, and he was up, back to writing his manuscript. Hinata was left on her knees to ponder what that meant. She decided to surprise him once more.

"I'll see you later tonight, Naruto-kun, for dinner."

He cheerily waved her off, engrossed in his writing but was left speechless when she said as a parting shot.

"And by the way, I would appreciate it if you did not make me a damsel in distress."

She left with a neat click of his door. He stared wide eyed at where his amazing girl had just stood, thanking her for her marvelous inspiration.

And even as the wood splintered and rained upon him, he did not care. He rushed into the elaborate room, the pale walls decorated with scenes of flying cranes and frolicking koi fish. The sun filtered in from the elaborate garden, illuminating the slight form of the princess. Her long, dark hair pooled around her in elaborate coils; the midnight tones contrasting against the pink sakura blossoms embroidered onto her cream colored kimono. Her rosy lips were parted in delight, and her determined eyes were shining with an intense triumph and love so deep, he thought he would die.

And around her lay the bodies of her would-be captors, their hearts stopped instantly with her powerful attack. The hero grinned. This was his lady, for whom there would be no rescue. This was his lady, for whom he would gladly bow down to.

A clinking and clanking announced her hidden weaponry, the bloody katana the only thing visible on the wooden floor. Her bare feet peeked out from the layers of her furisode.

With a joyous laugh, she rushed towards her love, their joint victory sweetening the reunion. She promptly fell into his warm embrace, wanting to keep him safe.

She looked up and he looked down. They gazed into each other's eyes, the world disappearing. And they did not care that just a few yards away lay the bodies of the enemy or that they were miles away from home. He bent down to capture her soft, silky lips in a searing kiss, the passion and love increased by separation burning their very souls.

And the innocence of first love and the flames of lust clashed and combined into something else entirely. Hands reached for bare skin; a loosened orange ribbon floated to the floor, a falling hair pin pulled out gently. She confidently slid the silky cloth of his robes over his broad shoulder, relishing in the tanned sculpted beauty of her love. She pressed butterfly kissed to his collar bone, and he sighed into her midnight hair, gripping the folds of her kimono in intense pleasure.

More clinking, and the man found himself in handcuffs, gazing with drunken pleasure at the hooded gaze of his surprising, amazing, and marvelously inventive love.

And despite the fact that there were dead bodies in the room and he was chained like a criminal, he really couldn't complain.

a/n: got kind of kinky at the end there….well hope you enjoyed it!