Snow Cave Confession

She pulled herself off him. Her weapon pouch, pants, and shoes fell to the floor. His shortly joined the discarded pile of clothing. It was only when he had been freed from the confines of his pants that she saw the injuries to his leg and remembered the injured to his arm and chest.

She winced at the beaten and bruised flesh before gathering what little chakra she had left and putting her medical training to use. She healed his wounds where she could, impeded by her lack of advanced healing jutsus. When all the flesh had closed up over his multiple wounds, she took her netted shirt and tore it into strips, winding them about he healed areas as reminders to herself that they were still tender. Then she took up her position on his lap again, making sure to press her body to his as much as possible.

A few hours later, she realized that sitting against the cold cave wall was hardly conducive to their body heat generating. She sighed and set to work, covering Kiba with their discarded clothing before moving him as gently as she could to the floor. She looked at him critically before sighing at what she'd done wrong. She needed the clothes to be below Kiba, not above him.

After a few moments of trying, she finally managed to get the clothes down and him on top of them. She lay down beside him and noticed that his skin was too cool to touch. "Kiba..." She sighed and pulled herself on top of him, taking care to not jostle his arm or leg. She lay there, feeling his skin heat up against hers. Finally, when his breathing relaxed and his skin reached a normal temperature, she allowed herself to smile and sleep.

An hour or two later, Kiba awoke, surprised to find himself alive, warm, and comfortably not in pain. He smiled, stretched his arm and began to shift to sit up when he heard a small moan. For the first time, he noticed that he was covered by a body draped over his. Before his ninja instincts kicked in to make him attack whatever lay on him, he breathed in. Instant relaxation coursed through his body as he took in Hinata's tea and lavender scent.

Of course, it was only seconds later that the facts that he could feel her skin, but not see her, or even remember what had happened the night before sunk in. He tensed violently as his mind ran through the multiple scenarios of what could have happened to make him wake up in a dark room with Hinata laying on top of him almost naked.

He growled a little and tried to sit up...except, sitting up made their bodies rub together and elicit sensations that he was sure teammates should not be feeling for each other. With a strangled gasp, he let himself fall back to the floor. He closed his eyes and focused.

The memories of the previous night surfaced slowly. They were of agonizing pain. Of difficult decisions. Of Hinata. A small, feral smile appeared on Kiba's lips as he thought of the woman asleep on top of him. She was perfect in every way and he admired her. He wanted her. He desired her. He loved her. His arms wrapped around her waist loosely as her name left his lips in a whisper.

Hinata awoke slowly, the sound of her name raising her from the delicious sleep she'd been enjoying. The voice calling her was Kiba's, she knew. Kiba whom she'd last seen almost dead from cold. Her eyes shot open and her body rocked up as she pulled herself into a kneeling position, steadying herself with her hands on the warm plane of Kiba's chest. Her Byakuugan activated on their own as a wave of mind-numbing pleasure rocked her.

His eyes couldn't have widened any more than they were at the moment. His mouth couldn't have opened any wider. His breath couldn't have been more completely stolen. His entire being experienced a maximum high as Hinata sat up, her warmth rubbing on him, her hands finding purchase on his chest. His world crashed around him as Hinata moved. His mouth worked for a few seconds until a growl resonated through the cave. His instincts awoke suddenly, violently as she moved over him again and he knew: things were going to change...now.

A/N

Before you kill me for the abrupt ending, let me explain. This story was started with the intention of turning into a lemon. Two problems: 1) won't allow lemons…I think. And 2) I kinda… cantwritelemonstosavemylife. Yeah… so… if you want this to continue, it can either turn into a bad lemon… or it can end in a slightly happier, non-lemony, slightly funny way.

Let the public speak!

DISCLAIMER

I do not own any of the character portrayed in this story. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto-san. Not to me. Yeah…

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