They sat on either side of the kitchen table, neither willing to look at the other.
"You should think of the children," Sasuke mentioned.
Hinata blinked, looking up. "What children?"
Sasuke peered at her from behind his long bangs, his face propped against his fist. "The children we're going to have."
The kunoichi felt heat rise to her face, but frowned. "What. Children?" she reiterated, watching her husband glare at her.
Sasuke stood and she followed suit, nervous. He began to move carefully forward, like a lion, and she, the precarious prey. "The children we're going to have."
Hinata took a step back, keen to keep their distance. "It's too late," she whispered, breathless, though her mind was racing. He'd never proposed it. Neither of them had. Their relationship was monotonous. It was too late! "I don't want your-" Black-eyed – white-eyed? – fair-skinned – stubborn-faced- "-children. I just want to start over."
Start over. The concept was outlandish, but she had to start somewhere. He couldn't intimidate her into staying. He couldn't...Kami...
He had reduced her to deep breathing, trembling, continuing to move back as he persistently moved forward. She soon found herself backed into a wall. It was so typical, and perfect. She was goo in capture, as though it was their wedding night again, all weak kneed and cold sweat. Sasuke grabbed her hands, her fingers cool and unresisting.
She turned her head and closed her eyes. "It's too late," she repeated stubbornly.
He leaned down and nuzzled the crook of her neck. His lips moved, taunting her skin there, making her shiver. "That's what this is about."
"That's not what this is about," she countered weakly.
She had always wanted children, but she was twenty-six. She had plenty of time. That wasn't why she wanted to be elsewhere – happy. Not beneath Sasuke, his torture, his lips and false promises. The present was dizzying, but his offer was bleak.
We wouldn't be happy. I'd be more trapped than I am now.
"You're not even convinced yourself," Sasuke muttered, and his lips connected with hers. As though one kiss could change her mind.
It was the first time he'd done it in weeks...maybe months. She stood frozen in his hold, feeling him grab her shoulders and pull her yet closer.
And soon he was touching her, working his way through her clothes. He spoke briefly between his forceful tastes, and she sunk in nostalgia, her eyelids lowering again.
"...could have given me a hint."
There had been many hints.
"Just tell me what you want."
She wanted out.
"I love you," he assured her, and she felt numb and cool. I don't believe you.
"You love me," he stated.
She gasped as he kissed along her collarbone, and then returned to her neck. He thought she was stupid, indecisive; easy to handle. "I don't love you anymore," Hinata murmured.
She felt Sasuke stop, and took the opportunity to push him away from her. She looked up and watched him glare as she wrapped her arms around herself. He'd all but torn most of her clothing off her. The kunoichi panted, wiping her lips on her sleeve. "I – I can't do this right now."
She bowed her head and hurried passed him.
Sasuke's initial reaction could have been worse.
