Hinata liked Naruto. Especially his kisses.
Idly, she wondered if maybe doing this on his bed wasn't the best idea. …But he was really good at it, and she didn't want to stop.
She wasn't exactly a natural at kissing, she reflected. The first few times were fine – she just kept moving her lips against his, in a kind of rhythm. But then tongue came into it, and it all got a little more complicated. Naruto was very nice about it, though, breaking apart and telling her patiently that she just had to move hers in circles and it'd be fine. At this point she knew her face was very hot, but she didn't want to faint again, so she pushed past the dizziness.
Which was a very good decision, because, apparently, after tongue came hands, and that was something she definitely needed to be awake for.
Naruto didn't help her with this one, leaving her to figure out what to do with hers. His were on her waist – he had one leg up on the bed for balance, and she mirrored him to help with the reach (she liked how he kept moving his thumb over her ribs; it tickled, but in an okay way). Hers…just stayed where they were. One on the bed, the other in her lap. It felt a bit lame, and she kinda wished he'd tell her where to put them, since he seemed to be such a professional, what with the tickling and the gripping-just-tight-enough-that-she-felt-like-a-girl, but he stayed quiet. Mostly because his mouth was busy.
That didn't last too long. Once it became apparent she didn't know what else to do, Naruto pulled his tongue out of her mouth, put his hands back on the bed and gave her a few kisses before stopping.
"That was really nice," he said, grinning, "Wanna do it again sometime?"
She nodded, bright red but smiling, and, surprising herself, took his hand. And then they talked. About their teams, about their Academy classmates. About her family. About the Kyuubi. She wasn't sure how it could be possible – they'd never spoken to each other before yesterday – but it was the least awkward thing in the world. Maybe that was just what it was like to talk to Naruto.
[-M-]
Naruto pushed her harder in her training than anyone. And he made her push herself harder than she'd ever thought she could.
Because when she didn't get something, like a flip or a block, he wasn't disappointed or indifferent, like her family, and he didn't shrug it off, like her teammates. It wasn't exactly a case of 'not a problem, try again'. When she didn't dodge fast enough or push past hesitation with her strikes, he seemed…upset. She couldn't exactly describe it – it felt like a kind of frustration, I know you can do it, so why aren't you? Which, while stressful, she also found could be a spectacular motivator. He knew she could do it, why wasn't she?
Senbon were pretty easy for her, though, with her eyes. And they were very useful for making Naruto slower and stiffer in his movements, both huge disadvantages, they'd found, when it came to fighting her. From the look on his face, he'd realized it was easy for her, too, which meant they'd be moving on to something different soon. She'd keep a few senbon on her from now on, though. They worked.
[-M-]
She'd finally figured out her hands. If she just kept moving them around his general torso area, or gripping his shoulders when he picked her up, she was good. She liked putting them in his hair, though, so she tried to avoid situations where she was off the ground, even if Naruto liked keeping his arms around her. His lap was often the best option in these cases.
True to stereotypical boy form, Naruto was fascinated with the skin her tank top was showing, leaving lovebites all over her neck and collar, and making her stiffen when they went lower (because if he asked her to get shirtless in a forest, they would have problems). She did her best to keep up, spurred on by how his breathing got heavy and his mutterings of her name, and, with some guesswork, left a fairly dark hickey just below his ear. Probably not a very convenient place, but neither was her entire neck; she hoped he'd get some teasing from his teammates about it if she had to endure Kiba wiggling his eyebrows again.
After a few more kisses, they cooled down. In between deep breathing and mutterings of "One, two, three, four, I declare thumb war…" there was some talking about the day, some teasing, and a lot of cuddling and hair sniffing, the latter mostly from Naruto. She did enjoy the scent of his shirt, though. Sometimes, though, Naruto would get quiet. The same kind of quiet from that day in the clearing. The 'I'm hiding something' quiet. She tried to ignore it, instead dominating his opposable digit while he was distracted.
He was back to her soon enough, with more kissing and staring at what little of her cleavage the shirt exposed. She couldn't decide whether she should bear a few hours of discomfort and try to do this again sometime with a proper bra, just to see his reaction, or if she ought to wear something high-collar to dissuade any more sucking on her neck. Due to the look on Naruto's face, the former was winning out.
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A/N: Just a quickie I felt like writing in Hinata's P.O.V. Let me know if you're okay with me posting these here, or if I should just save them for tumblr, since they don't advance the story.
