His (2)
It barely rained in Konohagakure. However, this week, it had been raining almost every day. It felt different, queer, making him wonder if the world was aligned with him, or something, he thought. Maybe the world changed with him. The days this week reflected how he felt perfectly. He was definitely feeling different and queer lately.
He couldn't get her off his mind, no matter what he did. He could only see pink, even when he was with Kakai-sensei training to be the next Hokage. He could only see red, even when he was working with the children at the Ninja Academy, telling them about his experiences, his growth, the "secret to his success," as they called it, which was to never give up. He could only see green, even as he looked into his lover's lavender eyes, even as he was supposed to be enjoying the feeling of her tightening strongly around him, screaming his name, her nails scraping his back. No amount of making love to Hinata could remove the memories from his head, from back then when he made love to another. From back then when he and Sakura were more than friends.
She was exquisite, so much better than he had expected, so much more beautiful than how he dreamt as a boy. He had always fantasized about her when they were young, but nothing could have prepared him for how stunning she actually was. Nothing could have prepared him for how perfectly their bodies fit together. How tight she felt around him. How she seemed to have been made for him, perfectly contoured for his shape, his girth, his length. She took all of him in, easily, painlessly, lovingly. Their physical relationship had been magical, incomparable. And it wasn't only that, as it was laced with wisps of love here and there too. They were just too young to see it back then.
He had pushed those memories away. He had eliminated the feelings, passed the page, left them all behind. They were friends now, and that was it. He loved Hinata. Sakura loved Sasuke. They had moved on. Or so he thought. Now, after what happened in her office, he was back in the vicious circle that was his desire for her, the inexplicable attraction between them, the vortex that was the feelings they shared. Everything had been so good, they were being who they were supposed to be, and enjoying it too. Everything had been right. But he had to go on and ruin it. He reminded her of it. He hadn't even intended for things to go that way. He wasn't touching her sexually. He just put his hand on her leg. What a mistake.
He never forgot. In fact, he remembered their time together often. But he didn't do so maliciously, it was more in the way of remembering that first love that everyone has and how cute it was. He always remembered. But he didn't say a thing. He thought she didn't care about that time at all. How wrong he was. He reminded her and everything went to hell. He saw it in her entire body. How just with one touch he ignited a fire within her that consumed her entirely. He saw the flush of her cheeks, the prickling of her skin, the almost unnoticeable change in her breath. He noticed every single detail of her reaction to a simple, unintentional touch. Her palms got sweaty, her voice shaky, her pupils widened with lust. She still wanted him. She still felt for him. And that, changed absolutely everything.
They saw each other a couple more times after that, and both just pretended that nothing happened. However, he could see it in her eyes, she looked at him slightly differently, averted her eyes constantly, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. After that, he decided not to see her for a couple of days, thinking the distance would do them good, but he failed miserably and ended up buying dumplings for her on the second day, and taking them to her office at lunch hour.
She was noticeably trying to keep some distance between them, seeing as she didn't sit in her usual place. This time, she sat on her desk chair, keeping the desk between them. He felt a little hurt at this, hating feeling her distant, but he knew this was the right thing to do. Maybe after a while of this, things could go back to normal and the sudden sexual tension between them would disappear as it had all those years.
She ate her dumplings quietly, eyeing him now and then. Several times she opened her mouth as if to say something, but instead covered it up by placing another dumpling in her mouth. He knew she wanted to say something, but didn't know how. He knew her very well. He sighed and prepared himself mentally for what was surely going to be bad news.
Eventually, she took a deep breath, and confessed, "Sasuke proposed." After receiving only silence, she continued, "Not formally, of course, being who he is. He just said, 'You should marry me already,' and well, I said that yes, I should." Again, Naruto didn't say anything. Sakura played nervously with her food, and he noticed she didn't look nearly as happy as she should. "Say something?"
"You're really going to marry him?" He questioned, the hostility in his own voice surprising him almost as much as it surprised her, judging by her face.
"Um… well… yes, why shouldn't I? We've been dating for a long time…"
"it's just… I don't know. Forget it. Congratulations, Sakura-chan," he added sourly. He didn't like it. He didn't like it all. But what could he do? After all, he too was going to be marrying Hinata one of these days. He couldn't be a hypocrite.
"'It's just' what? Please tell me. You're my best friend, I'm discussing this with you for a reason," she pleaded kindly, reaching out across the desk to hold his hand.
"I just… I just want you to be sure, that's all. Are you sure?" He asked sincerely, his mood lightening up a little at her touch. He looked at her in the eyes to detect if she lied or not, but she looked away as she replied.
"I'm sure," she said, as she popped her last dumpling in her mouth. He felt his hopes crumble.
When he returned home, feeling a little confused with his thoughts, he found his girlfriend there, spread across his bed, fully naked, hugging her ample chest provocatively as a seductive smile played on her lips. He didn't even pause to think about it. He walked up to the bed, undressing on the way, watching as her smile widened the closer he got to her. She stood up to meet him and hugged him tightly, but he wasn't about the slow lovemaking today. He needed more. He needed a release after the feelings he's ben bottling inside him lately. He grabbed her roughly by the hair and kissed her with the same roughness, causing a deep moan to come out of her throat. She responded very eagerly to his mood. She liked it rough, he knew.
She suddenly went down to her knees and licked up his length, and almost made him explode when she took him entirely in her mouth. He watched, mesmerized as she worked him, and grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep it away from her face, so she could look up at him. She was extremely good at pleasing him with her mouth. Before he could take no more, he stopped her and motioned for her to stand. He kissed her passionately when she did, and lifted her off the floor, causing her to wrap her legs around his hips.
"I love you," she moaned softly in his ear while he gently lay her on the bed.
"And I love you," he assured her. He always told her so, he did love her. And he had to remind himself of the fact as he entered her, to stop himself from picturing someone else underneath him.
He thrust harshly inside her, mercilessly quickly, taking out his frustrations and bottled up feelings in the act. It was driving Hinata over the edge extremely fast; she enjoyed it this way too much, he could tell. She moaned loudly every time he hit her most sensitive spot, gasped every time he slapped her ass as he took her from behind, and tightened her hold on the sheets every time he caressed her back. She was so wet, too. It felt so good he couldn't hold it anymore, so as soon as he felt her tighten around him, signaling the closeness of her orgasm, he let go, joining her in ecstasy and finding release unrelated to his cum.
For the next two weeks, he avoided Sakura as much as he could. After that, he enrolled in a month-long mission, hoping that by the time he came back, things could go back to normal, that his feelings would sort themselves out, and that he could feel happiness for the engagement of his best friend. When he returned, he was immediately tempted to stop by her office to see if she was there, as he missed her so terribly, but he decided it was best to see his girlfriend first, to avoid any problems.
Arriving home, he was happily greeted by Hinata, who said she'd been waiting for him all day. Knowing him she knew he would want to go to Ichiraku's, so she proposed the idea and they headed out. For his pleasant surprise, as soon as they were out of the apartment, they were greeted by the green-eyed beauty he was thinking of, and he received her in his arms immediately when she rushed to him, arms open. The wordless hug they shared spoke a million words. He was so sorry for leaving without saying anything, for ignoring her those two weeks without an explanation. He let go, but hugged her again to say he was sorry in her ear. She appreciated that. Sakura laughed quietly and pushed him away tenderly. "We have a lot to catch up on," she told him nicely, keeping his hands on hers. He completely forgot about Hinata for a second, who was now standing by the door watching them, fists clenched in anger.
A/N: I'm fully aware some of you might not appreciate the scenes between Naruto and Hinata, and as a warning to those who really can't take it, it won't be the last. And, (spoiler warning) there will be some between Sasuke and Sakura as well (spoiler end). In this fic, I want to focus on how this really feels, as in in real life. The reality of things is that they are in relationships with other people, and that status includes intimacy with their current partners, amongst many other things. I do not want to exclude that. I also don't want them to end up together simply because their current relationships don't work. I want them to end up together because they truly love each other. And for them to realize that, I don't want to use the cliché "Hinata is a bitch/Sasuke is a dick" thing, or the "Naruto's better in bed" thing either. In this fic, Hinata and Naruto are awesome together, and so are Sasuke and Sakura. Feelings will be the divide between them, not shitty clichés.
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Much love, WishfulInfatiation.
