Chapter Two:
October: Claw Footed Love
Naruto sat in the old, claw-footed tub that was forgotten in the middle of the woods. It was a mystical place where the woods circled around the tub. The clearing wasn't large, just big enough to leave a few mossy feet between the tub and the tree line. The full moon's light filtered through the autumn canopy and bathed the porcelain tub. The night air was cool with a warning that winter was only a few weeks away, but it didn't bother him. He had other things on his mind as he slipped on his thick headphones and slumped back into the tub.
Hinata was pregnant.
It was his.
His stomach clenched like it usually did when Hinata entered a room, but now it was fiercer, less subtle, and she wasn't even near. Fuck. He couldn't even remember the sex! The last thing he recalled was watching Temari lead Hinata away from Sasuke and then Sasuke was ragging on him about something. He couldn't remember what exactly, but it was pissing him off. Next thing he knew he was waking up in heaven: his was hand full of a plump, tender breast, a soft round ass snuggled up against his well-used cock, his face nuzzled against her silky hair, his lips mere centimeters from the oh-so-kissable flesh of her neck. She was the most curvaceous woman he had ever woken up with, and he was overcome with the desire to never ever get out of bed, to merely stay there forever because that's where happiness was.
Then his other senses started to awaken. He could hear her softly snoring, which for the first time he found it rather cute instead of annoying. He typically hated it when people snored. He could also smell a familiar earthy scent of spices. His stomach had clenched and he felt his body instantly react with desire. He gently squeezed the flesh in his hand and kissed her shoulder. A deep moan emanated from her. Naruto opened his eyes, ready for another delightful round, and froze.
Hinata Hyuuga.
Naruto cursed himself and pulled from her. He got up and grabbed his clothes, throwing them on. He was still trying to shove his unsoftening member into his pants when he hear her speak.
"Naruto? What's wrong?"
He turned to look at her. She was sitting up, holding the blanket against her chest. He never really realized how well endowed she was. Fuck, he wanted her.
"Nothing," he said. "Once you're dressed we should pack up and head out. I haven't packed my shit for the dorms yet."
He saw her blush as she looked down, clearly confused and embarrassed. "Oh, um, alright."
"I'll wait for you outside. Here, wear this." He tossed her his shirt and then stepped out of the tent.
Naruto cursed himself. It had been Hinata—little, traditional, virgin Hinata who could rival him in videogames, who was incredibly shy around strangers, and who had been saving herself for the right man. He has stolen that moment from her, she could never get it back, and he couldn't even remember it!
He hadn't known what to do. He was so afraid that she would hate him. So, he pretended like it never happened. They had all moved into the dorms the next day and then the following week classes had started. The entire month of September had seemed so normal. He hung out with Sasuke and Hinata and fucked a handful of random girls.
Naruto sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had to be honest, at least with himself. He had been comparing all of those girls to her. They were skinnier, more athletic, more talkative, but less mindful of what they were saying. They all had meant nothing and that was what he wanted.
He didn't want Hinata or her pregnancy. He didn't want delicious curves or questions about his day. He didn't want anyone worrying over him or nagging him. He wanted mindless fucks whose names he wouldn't remember or never even knew. He wanted to get passing grades during the week and then get plastered on the weekends. He wanted adulthood to be simple. Hadn't childhood been complicated enough because of his family?
"You're so predictable, Naruto. I could find you with my eyes closed."
Pulling his headphones off, Naruto sat up and found the one person he really didn't want to see at the moment: Hinata. She was standing at the foot of the tub, still wearing his hoodie, but it was now matched with a pair of Kingdom Hearts pajama pants that had all of the different variations of the kingdom key.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Thought you were pissed at me."
"I am. Move your legs," she said as she crawled into the tub and sat between his legs.
"Then why are you here?"
"Sakura has a guy over and I couldn't sleep through the narration."
"So you came to me?"
"Well, duh. Where else am I supposed to sleep?"
"Why not pass out on my futon? Sasuke would have let you in."
"And listen to his sexual narrations?"
"Good point. So what about being pissed at me?"
"I've always known you were a slut. I'll deal with the rest tomorrow after my exam," she said as she turned and laid down on top of him, with her head on his shoulder. "For now, just keep me warm."
Naruto smiled and wrapped his arms around her. They didn't speak after that, they merely laid in the silence of each other's thoughts until the air was filled with the sound of Hinata's soft snores. Naruto kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes.