Chapter two - Warmth

Hello. I realized that I've neglected this story.

On days like this, I like to consume chicken fajitas and watch romantic tragedies while stuffing my face with chocolate. Have you heard of Marabou? It's more delicious than Glico's stuff!

This might be the first love scene I've ever written on fanfiction, so if it's terrible… Uh, sorry?

It's quite late here right now, so I'm gonna make this quick. This story will most likely reach around 60,000-80,000 words if I'm not wrong. I'm working on the other stories as well, so don't think that I've forgotten about them.

Warning: Heavy romance.

She was reluctant to admit it, but the house felt empty without Naruto's presence to overwhelm it. The world was enormous, and yet, the island by itself felt big enough to make her feel alienated by society. Had she made the right decision by moving in with him and agreeing to marry him? At this point, they were nothing more than fiancés who shared the same roof – sometimes - but she knew that Naruto had no intention of holding back when it came to marriage. He would make the necessary preparations during his free time, even if Hinata wasn't there to confirm things, and although he was more than she needed, having practically no one to talk to was unsettling.
But she could occasionally pick up her phone and call some friends from school like Sakura, Ino, Temari and Tenten. It's just that Naruto would rather eat rotten cheese for a week than let her have them over. He always kept people's visit brief and simple. No parties, no sleepovers, no long visits. He let in those who respected his preferences and kept things orderly, and Hinata knew he was wrong, but apparently the biggest troublemakers were girls.

The time was Eight thirty-five and Hinata was busy preparing her breakfast: American French toast. She had allowed her iPod to choose the music for her, and was happy to hear that it had chosen an acoustic version of Akdong Musician's "200%".

It must be L.O.V.E,
200% sure of that
I want you, really I mean really

She smiled sweetly as the rain continued to batter like a hail of bullets from the sky, because the music was making up for it. There wasn't a lot to clean, but she'd decided that she would shower and watch a couple of movies with some snacks. She had no idea when Naruto would be home, and she would certainly enjoy her day a lot more if he were there, but Hinata wanted to make the best of it.

"I'll Skype with them." She giggled at the thought of showing her friends around with the help of her phone or tablet. They would be so jealous! Not that they weren't already jealous because the hottest guy in High School had personally asked Hinata herself out on a date. He had eight active fan clubs and practiced kendo, guitar and baseball twice a week while Hinata did nothing but play the piano and study. Of course, Naruto's grades were on the absolute top as well. He never got a single B throughout all his school years, and he was the only one in the class to move on to Tokyo University.

She danced enthusiastically to the song playing and walked down the hall, trying to trick her loneliness into thinking that she was enjoying being the only one at home.

Would it always be like this?

She stopped skipping and leaned against a wall, sighing. She wanted to complete her studies and get a job, but Naruto had already talked her out of it. It was evident enough to her that money wasn't something she'd need to worry about with him, but what if – if they were to break up? Where would she go then, and how would she get money to work? She wasn't an idiot, and her family was quite rich, but they would most likely never give her money.

"I miss you, Naruto…" She sighed again. She missed his eyes that would scan every detail in a room when he'd enter it to make sure nothing was out of place, the way he'd smile when he'd see her, and the way he would kiss her so tenderly when they were alone. She missed his experiences hands and lips, and the way that they would magically please her to no end. It wasn't fair.

It was the first time he'd left for work since they moved in together and she was already losing her sanity.

Picking up her iPad, Hinata began to call her friends for a group call.

"Hello?" Temari's face appeared first, and she appeared to be in a café of some sort. She was almost done with her education, and Hinata remembered all too well that she would always celebrate passing a test by going to Starbucks.

"H-hi, Temari…" Hinata smiled bashfully, the background displaying the large kitchen and floor-to-ceiling windows with the view of the beach, sea and dark weather.

"You have got to be kidding me – is that your house?!" As Temari spoke, Ino and Tenten also joined the conversation and gasped in unison.

"Yeah…" Hinata's blush spread across her face – bragging really was embarrassing, and she felt like turning the camera off. "But it feels empty…"

"Show us around once Sakura joins!" Tenten grinned, lifting Hinata's mood slightly.

"Hey, sorry abou-"Sakura gaped at the screen, and the sound of Sasuke singing in the background caused everyone to grow quiet and listen.

"So this is your house, huh?" Sakura smiled, her eyes crinkling in delight. "It looks great!"

"I gotta ask – Is Sasuke singing?" Ino asked what everyone had been wondering.

"Uhh…" Sakura's expression grew somewhat awkward. "I guess so." And she shot a glare at something not within the borders of the camera. The singing stopped immediately.

"Now then, Hinata?" Tenten raised her eyebrow expectantly, and Hinata stood up.

"Alr-Alright… This is the…Um… Living room…" She walked around, introducing and showing all of the parts of the enormous house, all the while being extremely embarrassed. Her friends were naturally jealous out of their minds, but nonetheless very happy for her.

"I'm going to buy some things at the grocery store now…" Hinata said, finalizing the call.

"I'll see you!" They all waved, and she pressed the end button while smiling.

Such happiness was only temporary, and shutting down the screen left her feeling lonelier than before. There really was no one there, just her and the big mausoleum.

She could tell by the wonderful aroma and crunchy sensation that thebread was newly baked. Hinata placed it in a small bag and continued to walk down the aisles while searching for interesting snacks to entertain herself with. Perhaps she could melt chocolate and dip strawberries in it?

"Hey, excuse me!"

Or bananas.

"Excuse me!"

No, strawberries.

"Hello?!" Someone waved their hand in front of her face and she blinked involuntarily.

"Hm?"

"Hey!" Some boy with short, spiky brown hair and black gave her an ear-to-ear grin as he held a small flat card towards her. "I caught sight of you when you were walking into the supermarket and was wondering if you'd be interested in modeling?"

"M-modeling?" Hinata's heart skipped a beat. Could she really do something like that?

"Yeah! I'm actually a photographer, not an agent. I can tell that you'd be a perfect model for the things I do." She took the card and looked down at it.

INUZUKA Kiba
Main photographer

Tokyo Photography
x-x-x Kasumigaseki
Chiyoda-ku, xxx-xxxx

TEl: +81 – 3 –xxxx-xxxx
FAX: +81 – 3 –xxxx-xxx

Her eyes widened for a moment. The name sounded familiar.

"You might recognize it." His voice was friendly, and he sounded comfortable when he spoke to her, like they were already friends. Despite the professional card, she couldn't help but wonder if she could take him seriously, because of the way he was acting.

"Anyway, if you're interested, please contact me by any of those numbers, 'kay?" She nodded, because words were too difficult for her to muster at this point. She had never been scouted before, much less by such a famous company. This wasn't some teen magazine – this was mature modeling for elegant clothing and covers for advertisements.

"Cool! See ya around!" He walked away happily, ignoring the many girls that looked in his direction. There was something about him and how refreshing he was, and even though he'd already left, the smile he'd worn reached her.

Somehow, the day felt a lot better after that.

She had already unpacked the bags and begun heating up the chocolate when her mobile rang. Hinata used her remote for the stereo to answer when she was busy cleaning the strawberries.

"Th-this is the Uzumaki residence…"

"I'm on my way home now!" She immediately lit up at the sound of his voice and accidentally cut her hand on the knife she was using to cut off the bad parts with. "Ah…"

"You okay?" He asked, suddenly sounding worried.

"Y-yeah…! When will you b-be here?"

"…" He seemed to think about something for a few seconds, but instead of saying something, he reconsidered and sighed. "One hour or so. Wait for me." He breathed, sounding needy for something. Hinata rinsed her bleeding finger and watched the blood turn brighter as it mixed with the pouring water.

"Okay…. How was work?" She asked. "It's your first business trip." He scoffed.

"It sucked! A bunch of old men who kept nagging about their moldy backs and refused to let me talk!" Hinata giggled. Oh, it sure was wonderful to hear him speak in such a joking manner despite the hardships of his career.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. Have you eaten?"

'Perhaps I should mention the modeling…' She contemplated.

"No." He answered.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not for food." He was quick, and it took a second for Hinata to realize what he meant.

"Oh Mr. Uzumaki, what am I going to do with you…" She blushed.

The first thing he did once he'd arrived through the door and put his stuff down was embrace Hinata. He was clean, and smelled absolutely great with no sign of alcohol or sweat. She inhaled deeply, enjoying his addictive scent.

"I missed you." He whispered, correcting the height of her ponytail. "I'm already sick of my colleagues."

"I'll always be waiting for you here at home." She whispered into his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat quicken at her words.

"Don't say such sweet things, or I'll seriously do things to you..!" He frowned, annoyed by the effect she had on him. He didn't like it that she could control his emotions without even trying. "You should be more aware of what you do to me." He breathed, and his mouth claimed hers without a warning. Hinata's hands fisted into his thick, blond hair while her mouth feverishly consumed Naruto, relishing the feeling of his tongue against hers. He was no different, devouring her.

She felt her skin heat up at every spot his hands would brush against, and the sensation grew unbearable once he abruptly grasped the hem of her dress and lifted it above her head and folding it – while still holding her with the other arm – on a chair.

"You smell delicious." He whispered huskily against her lips as his experienced hands moved to her back to unhook her bra. Everything she wore was what he had bought for her, as she had been given a completely new wardrobe when they moved into the house. With one hand, the bra was off and he throws it over to the same chair. Lastly, he gripped her matching panties and pulled them down her legs, going down on his knees to follow them all the way. Hinata quickly stepped out of them and he placed them over the bra. Even though he would consider it very messy, Hinata couldn't help but smile at the thought of him folding her clothes even during the most intimate moments.

Their lips separated and he pushed his forehead against her, smiling.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?" Hinata blushed and nodded carefully. Gently, Naruto took her hand and led her towards the bedroom.

"This music – I didn't know you liked jazz." He looked over to the stereo, his smile never leaving his amused face.

"I-it's cozy, I guess." She resisted the urge to cover her chest with her bra, knowing full well that he'd already seen her naked a million times. For some reason, she'd rather cover her chest than… down there.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Naruto pushed her down on the bed, pressing her back softly into the mattress, and his hands began to explore her body. He ran his hands down her jaw, collarbone and breasts. Lingering, Hinata's small fingers curled into his hair as he fondled her round, shaped breasts in the only way she'd accept. While he would rather use his mouth, he knew all too well that Hinata would only find it weird and embarrassing, which was the only reason why he wasn't doing it. That being said, it didn't stop him from watching her reactions when he fulfilled her deepest desires.

"I hate having to leave you in this house… I thought about you all day… It must've been lonely." She nodded, furrowing her eyebrows as he continued. "I'll be gentle with you, as usual." And his voice held a tint of hope that she was ask him to do something different to her, but her expression didn't change and she only leaned her head back further. The way she'd expose her throat in such a tantalizing manner simply called for him to claim it, and Naruto made no effort to resist his urges. He gently kissed her sensitized skin and sucked for a moment before moving further down, feeling no need to open his eyes and make sure that the mark was clear enough.

"Hinata…" He murmured, and she whispered his name back in return.

"Naruto…!" She cried out as the sensation of his hands on her swept through her frail body, tightening the muscles in regions she would never tell of. His breath hissed out as his fingers slid down and around to her lower stomach, and he looked up once more before resuming the exciting journey.

Once his deft fingers were inside of her, Hinata's body took over her mind and she pushed her hips up into the heel of his hand. Still quite unused to acting in such a way, Hinata threw her arm over her eyes in shame and parted her lips to breathe. Naruto watched in amusement as she fought against reason and desire.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with it…" He urged. "It's completely natural, and frankly – I'd be sad if you didn't want this." He responded to her hips, and began to rub against her. Hinata pushed her head to the side against her shoulder and bit her lower lip, her breathing hitching as his fingers continued move inside of her. "Ah…" She moaned quietly, and Naruto's expression grew serious.

"Hinata please don't cover yourself like that." Hovering above her, he used his knees for support as his free hand tried to pry her arm off her vision. "I want to see every part of you, even your eyes." She hesitated, but eventually allowed him to lift her arm away. But her teeth pressed harder into her lip. His mouth joined hers again, and she could almost grasp his hungry desperation for her.

"W-wait… Please…" She could feel how close it was, and reached to pull his hands away. Realizing this, Naruto smirked and grabbed hold of both of her wrists with one hand and pressed them down against the mattress. "Not this time, sweetie."

His words were her undoing, and even though she had fought so hard to keep her mouth shut, the moan that escaped between her clenched teeth reminded Naruto of how much he could do to her. "Oh Hinata, you're too adorable." He pulled away from her and lifted his own shirt off, revealing his tanned, lean torso. He was perfect. Perfect enough to make Hinata self-conscious. But she knew that she was all he wanted, even though he'd never told her why. For all she knew, it could've been simply because she had the most aesthetically pleasing body or something in that fashion. But he loved her, and she loved him. Did it matter which way?

Naruto took a moment to stand up off the bed, unzip his jeans and pull them off along with his boxers before once again descending above her. She wanted to look at more than his eyes, but feeling how hard he was gazing at her, Hinata felt forced to refrain.

He dipped his head down and stole a kiss from her, and Hinata gasped involuntarily as he wrapped his strong hands around the sides of her. His hands felt cold against her sweaty body, and she arched her back high in response to his movement. Even after all this time, Naruto would still guide her in situations like these. Eventually, she would have to learn.

Slowly, he sank into her, and Hinata had to resist what her body was trying to make her do, but his groan of pure pleasure made it that much more difficult. He grasped her hips firmly, and, looking into her eyes one more time before closing his, eased out of her again and then slammed back into her, causing her to let go and cry out.

"Breathe, Hinata." His voice was strained, and Hinata became vaguely aware of how much he was holding back for her sake. He moaned low in his throat, eased out of her once more, then slammed into her again, and repeated it over and over slowly, deliberately. Hinata wrapped her arms around his back and shut her eyes tightly as her lower muscles did the same. Once again, she gave herself to him, and he followed not long after.

The automatic lights had shut off a long time ago, and all there was left for the two of them was their heavy breathing. When they both had calmed down, Naruto stood up and made his way to the bathroom while Hinata pulled the sheets above her head.

'I can't believe he's my boyfriend!' She grinned to herself and sat up. It was already quite late, but she wanted to wear something before going to sleep, and Naruto was anyway going to take a shower.

"O-oh, uhm..." She began, loud enough for Naruto to know that she was about to speak. He waited before getting into the shower and called out.

"What?"

"I… I got scouted today…!"

"You mean by an agency?"

"By a photographer…" His eyes widened, impressed.

"Wow, and are you going to accept it?" He asked, stepping out of the bathroom to look at her. She blushed and cast her eyes downward.

"I'm… T-thinking about it…" She said, avoiding eye-contact.

"I think you should do it! It'd be really cool!" He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Was the photographer a guy?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant and just barely succeeding.

"Yeah. His name is Inuzuka Kiba." Naruto frowned.

"Hmm… Okay." This time, he sounded less interested. "Well, think about it." He repeated for her while turning the shower on, and Hinata walked over to the closet. Most of the panties were either black or white, but some had more colors, and Hinata preferred the ordinary ones more than the thongs. Thongs were extremely uncomfortable and quite ugly in her opinion.

"I'm still surprised you like jazz!" He shouted in order for her to hear.

"Like I said, it's relaxing." She threw on one of his sweaters and yawned. "I'm going to bed…" Hinata lied down and closed her eyes, almost immediately drifting off into sleep, thinking that Naruto would soon join her. Little did she know, he had a whole night's worth of work to finish, and the next business trip would be very, very soon.

I hope you liked it.

I'll have you know that this chapter made me blush. Like, a lot.