Disoriented, that was word to describe Hinata Hyuuga, that morning. She was so comfortable she did not want to get up. So she didn't. If she remembered correctly, it was Saturday, meaning no training with Neji, and nothing to do until at least noon. So she had a few hours to lie around. And anyway she needed time to rest after that mission she had the day before, what was supposed to be regular road bandits, turned out to be missing nin, they hadn't gotten back until about eleven after leaving around 6 am. After getting back though they had to report their mission so there was no sleep for them, but after that was sorta vauge. She tried harder to remember what happened.. She remembered Naruto starting a conversation, and walking her in the direction of where she lived, but...they stopped and sat against some buildings and kept talking, and she..., no...she couldn't have! She had the vaugest memory of confessing to him, and then everything else was a blur, a kiss, a feel, blank. She turned to bang her head aginst a pillow to find that it was warm, and breathing, and moving, and most certainly not a pillow. She opened her eyes to see she was banging her head against a well toned chest, and everything came flooding back, the kiss that seemed to get more heated, and...what happened after. She was so busy thinking about it, she didn't realize he was awake and grining at her expression. She blushed at him.
"Good morning," he said leaning down for a kiss, that which she eagerly returned. That was when she got a glimpse at the clock one in the after noon she was really late for that meeting with her father and other important people from the clan. Naruto's arms snaked around her waist and pulled her closer. She glanced at the time again, Father will get over it, and resumed her a Naruto's heated...discussion.