A/N: okay! I'm making this my final NejiHina vignette—well at least for this particular plot set; I may include further NejiHina pairings if a different plot strikes me. Anyways! Thank you all for your support; it's been my first time with this pairing and I gotta say, I'm super thrilled!
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Vignette #5-The Best of Me
Pairing: NejiHina
Rating: M
Hinata strode through the halls at a slightly quickened pace; she was headed for the west gardens but more specifically, the Hyuuga private training grounds. She knew he'd be there—it was two in the afternoon after all and her cousin never strayed from his strict training regimen…
When she set foot in the gardens, she could already detect the sounds of vigorous training, coming from the distance…she stopped. Unable to bear another second, she dropped her guard and with her hands on her knees for support, struggled to just breathe.
Her father's words from earlier, echoed in her mind, causing her heart to yet again, drop like a stone.
"It seems that—you were not the only one whose hand is highly sought after. I have received a request from the family of your cousin's teammate—it seems that they are eager to procure Neji's honor for the hand of their daughter…TenTen, it would seem has had—a growing interest in him for quite some time."
Pushing herself to stand straight once more, the Heiress took a deep breath through her nose.
She had not missed the look of disappointment in her father's face…nor the way he'd looked upon her with a saddened understanding that was vastly uncharacteristic of his normal impassivity—as if he knew what had started between them…as if he'd known what they had…
She shook herself from the thought. 'what they had'? No. They'd barely 'had' anything—a few brief moments, intimate touches and stolen kisses, could hardly be counted for such.
Whatever it had been, it was over before it'd even begun. She couldn't hardly consider herself having lost something that hadn't even been hers….
…so why did her heart ache so sharply? Why did her lungs burn with every breath she took? She was just coming up the path the that wound beyond the small modest grove of trees that separated the training field from the rest of Hyuuga grounds, when she spotted him—naked from the waist up and sweat pouring over his impressive physique as he worked tirelessly, flawlessly through a series of intricate katas. She recognized the basic form of her family's jutsu, but noted that Neji had long since evolved the technique and added many elements of his own—turning it into a fighting style that was uniquely his and breathtakingly deadly to behold. She was riveted, her eyes tracking every one of his movements as if she was entranced—and would have remained so, had not the man's quicksilver stare flared to Byakugan, locking onto her in the next moment.
Most people found the Byakugan dojutsu quite frightening and the way veins bulged around their eyes, was seen at ghastly; it made sense when looking at it from a strictly objective viewpoint—but for some reason, Hinata couldn't bring herself to agree when it came to her cousin. His Byakugan—it was breathtaking. A devastating beauty that always seemed to pull her in whenever he happened to turn those sharp, quicksilver Byakugan eyes upon her. Like now.
His eyes scanned her from head to toe, as if he were inspecting for injuries—his hyper-attentiveness warmed her and pained her all at once.
"Hinata-sama." Though his voice was impassive, a warmth seeped into his eyes when he addressed her. She forced herself to look away. She couldn't bear that warmth right now. "Ah, Neji-nii-sama, forgive the intrusion but—Chichue is asking for you."
He noted the way she'd expertly avoided his gaze, but chose not to comment. Instead, he took up his shirt and towel and walked to her, wiping the perspiration from his brow and neck. He'd need a shower tonight for sure.
"Hm, it's alright; I was just finished anyways." He noticed the way her cheeks reddened as he neared and he smirked, wanting nothing more than to bury his face against her cheek, just to see how red she would turn. But he could read the atmosphere and something told him she wasn't in a mood to be teased.
She was troubled. "Did he say what it was about?"
"I, well he spoke to me but I think it would b-be best for him to tell you directly."
The mild stutter confirmed his suspicion that something was definitely up but he knew whatever his uncle had in mind to speak with him about, was pressing so he forcefully put aside his concern. With his shirt donned once more, he bid his mistress goodbye and headed back.
But the sudden caressing touch of Hinata's hand to his shoulder as he passed by her, gave him pause. He turned a half step towards her, a brow arched in question.
"Ah just a Sakura petal caught on your shirt." She mumbled, holding up the delicate blossom for his brief perusal, before flicking it away.
There had been a flash of pain in her eyes—regret. He'd noticed it in the way her hand had almost lingered against him; as if she'd meant to call him back but then thought better of it.
He was worried but his uncle waited so he settled for a simple assurance of, "I'll be back, Hinata-sama." Before he was off.
The ball of dread that swelled in his stomach hastened his steps, though his heart screamed at him to turn back.
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It was just as he'd feared. No, worse. His mistress' hand had been so vigorously sought after, he hadn't even dreamed of the possibility that a marriage request for him would cross his uncle's desk—now the mystery behind Hinata's repressed demeanor was made evident and he felt sick with worry for her.
Shockingly, his uncle was equally disturbed and he wondered just how much the aged patriarch actually knew.
"I am sorry, Neji—I hadn't even considered the possibility of this; if I had, I would've made certain you were prepared."
"Uncle, I don't fault you in this—but I must speak plainly; certain matters have arisen for me in connection with my future and I cannot accept this proposal in good conscience."
"…are you referring to your duty to the Hyuuga?"
A considering pause but Neji had long since made up his mind to speak from his heart—he wouldn't back down now, no matter the cost.
"Not exclusively. To put it simply, a union between Himura TenTen is not what I want."
His uncle was startled; Neji rarely spoke his true feelings; even though his bitterness against his kin had long been put to rest, there was only so much changing a man could do, at a time—Neji was still reserved, introspective and private. And he functioned far better with black-and-white principles; it was easier for him and less messy in the long run.
What had changed…?
"Neji—you may not know this but, I want your happiness and wellbeing above anything else. Is it a matter of 'not wanting'? Or is it that—your heart has already chosen?"
Neji was thunderstruck. Just where had this man come from? So astute was he in matters of the heart, Neji could scarcely believe he was standing before his uncle Hiashi—then an image of his beloved father seemed to materialize and in that moment, Neji was made aware of the connection the two twins had shared—they had the same heart and the same understanding as a result. How had he missed the similarities all these years? His father's death must have affected Hiashi much more deeply than anyone could imagine; if he was so changed from the tender-hearted man he'd once been.
"…I will not refute your assumption—something tells me even you already know whom I speak of, whether you realize it or not. The fact remains that my heart is taken and it cannot be given to another. Uncle, I understand the precarious position this puts you in." he dropped to a knee in respect before the clan Head. "Please allow me to handle the situation; I will speak to Himura-san myself and-"
"Neji. I wish I could give you the permission but at this moment, I cannot; had I'd known of it sooner, then perhaps but—the invitation to a formal dinner, has already been sent. It is scheduled a week from now. I'm sorry but for now, whatever intentions you have with—my daughter," and a warm, sympathetic smile broke across the stoic man's face, before disappearing in the next second. "will have to be put aside; we have to resolve this matter as smoothly as possible."
"But you cannot think to have me pretend to go along with this….Uncle, please it will only cause pain; Hinata-sama-"
"Have you verbalized your intentions, to her?"
"…no."
"Then do not argue with me, Nephew! I am sorry this has come about but right now, making certain we do not endanger ties amongst our people, takes president; I am not forcing you to concede to the marriage, but I will not sanction your blatant disregard either. This dinner is an opportunity for you after all; you wish to speak with TenTen's father then you will do so. But you will do it correctly."
Neji bit back the urge to snarl but his quicksilver orbs flashed his heated displeasure. Fists clenched in subdued frustration, he bowed curtly and excused himself.
Once outside the Main House walls, the young prodigy activated his Byakugan, found what he was looking for and took off running. There was only a mild trace of her Chakra but she couldn't have gone far; protocol be hanged! He refused to standby and just do nothing. No, he hadn't verbally made his intentions known to her—Hiashi-sama was right—but he wouldn't be aware of the moments they had shared—moments that were intimate, meaningful…and that would get Neji hanged if any of his kin caught wind of it. Still, he didn't care; words or not, he'd communicated the desires of his heart to his mistress and whether she knew it or not, she was the sole center of each and every one of them. He refused to let her go now-he'd already sworn it and heavens help anyone who tried to take her from him.
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It was evening before he finally found her—apparently, she'd picked up a shift at the hospital, last minute and afterwards, he'd seen her in the market with Ino, shopping around for whatever it was that fancied young women these days.
He had wanted to approach her but considering the delicate circumstances, he would much rather get her alone first.
…gods only knew what torturous thoughts had been spinning around in that head of hers—he knew how she got when depressed and defeated…her self-confidence always took the worst of it, not to mention her tender heart.
He followed her at a safe distance; his Chakra suppressed, yet he wouldn't be surprised if she'd already sensed him-she'd grown so much as a kunoichi.
When twilight was just settling over the Leaf, Hinata at last parted from her friend and headed home. She'd gotten it in mind to do some baking; cooking had always been therapeutic for her and besides that, she had a craving for fresh Apple pie—she refused to admit that her 'craving' had more to do with the fact that Apple pie was the favored dessert of a certain Hyuuga male who had been on her mind all day. No. It had nothing to do with him at all.
Her shoulders drooped as she reached the door and entered, making her way to one of the smaller, private kitchens that overlooked the East Gardens. It was the one her mother had always preferred to use and consequently, she loved it and used it as her own.
Spreading out the ingredients in the modest island counter, she took out a wooden mixing bowl and steel whisk and got started.
Hours passed and then, the oven went off, signaling the pie was ready. Taking up her oven mitts she removed it, humming in ecstasy as the apple cinnamon aromas permeated the room. She was turning to set it on the counter when she saw Neji standing in the doorway that lead out to the gardens and she shrieked, nearly dropping the pie in the process. "N-Neji! I-I d-didn't even sense you, how-Ah!"
Unbeknownst to her, some of the apple filing had bubbled over and consequently, overflowed the pie plate and landed on her hand, burning her.
"Hinata-sama, be careful!" darting forward, he caught the oven mitt and pie plate from her, and set it aside. Taking her hand by the wrist, he led her to the sink and hurriedly doused her injured hand in cold water.
Hinata gulped. She was caged between his arms and his chest pressed into her back as he held her hand under the water for several seconds. "You need to be more aware, Hinata-sama—you are far too clumsy for your own good." There was a smile in his voice yet her cheeks only burned hotly—whether from her embarrassment or his close proximity, she didn't know.
"I—I didn't e-even sense you. Which is so foolish of me."
"It's alright. You were—preoccupied." His voice had softened to a murmur and the way his breath ghosted along her neck and shoulder, like butterfly wings, made her wreak-kneed.
"…Neji…did you speak to Father?"
The question he'd dreaded the most, was now out in the open but he squared his shoulders and did not move away from her. "Yes."
A painful pause. "…I see." Was all she said before she was turning off the water and moving out of his arms.
"Hinata-sama, let me explain."
She forced a smile and the empty expression did not become her. "It's alright Neji-nii-sama." She then turned her attention to the pie and setting it on the cooling rack, began to clean up. "There's really no need; I understand."
His brows furrowed in disdain and he clenched his jaw—wintery orbs steeling over. "Then look into my eyes, and say that again." He demanded.
Her movements faltered, a small breath was sharply inhaled and he knew he had her. But when she finally turned to look at him, he was not expecting the glassy look in her eyes that cut his heart to the quick.
"…What do you expect me to say, then?" she whispered brokenly and it was then that a single tear managed to escape down her cheek.
His impassive mask dissolved and he reached for her. "Hinata-sama please don't…"
She closed her eyes against him, inhaling shakily and shook her head. "No I c-can't…I c-can't lose it like this, I—I have to stay calm so please just…no, d-don't touch me!" she begged—arms extended to fend off his approach as more tears spilled over.
"Hinata-sama, I will not leave you to imagine things that will never be; this marriage proposal it—it has no sway over me or what I want and-"
"Neji, don't!"
"why?"
"Because false h-hopes are far worse than accepting immediate defeat." Her lip quivered and she pressed the heal of her hands against her red, swollen eyes. "T-This is—so s-stupid anyway; I don't know why I'm even crying over something that—wasn't even—I mean it's n-not like it was anything…ahh..d-damn it!"
His white eyes rounded to saucers and he gaped at her. "did you just—swear, Hinata-sama?"
"N-No! Yes! Well I mean—ugh, it's n-nothing!" She turned her back on him, but he persisted.
"It is not 'nothing' Hinata-sama! And I will not let this go! I swore to myself, I will never let them take you away from me!"
She gasped, her hair swishing violently around her face as her head whipped around to face him. "….What…are you saying?"
He could see it in her eyes—the shock and disbelief…and also the hope. The desperation she fought so hard to conceal—yes, his eyes could see it all and it drove his determination further as he set his eyes firmly upon her. "I want you. That is what I am saying, Hinata-sama." He sounded confident, but the moment the words left his mouth, part of him wished to snatched them up and swallow them back—what was he thinking bearing his soul to her like this?!
"…Neji…" yet the way she whispered his name, was reason enough. She possessed every part of him from the moment he'd laid eyes on her when she was 3.
"I don't—you can't know that really-we've only just—I m-mean I've been gone so long and…you've been here…with TenTen and she-"
He slammed his fist to the wall—eyes storming in a way that frightened her for the first time in years as he pinned her with that look. "Do not speak of TenTen or any other woman when you are the only one I want!" He shouted, louder then he meant to.
She took a step back. "But…I don't see h-how you can-"
"If my actions have not proved that I have loved you and no one else, Hime-sama, then tell me what to do and I well do it. Tell me how you want me to prove my love."
Another gasp and her eyes were so wide—her cheeks so flushed—he feared she'd been set upon by a fever.
"…Love?...You…y-you m-mean you…Neji..?"
His hard stare softened to that look that melted her heart and he took a step closer to where she stood on the other side of the kitchen, trembling.
"I've-I've loved you since I was four years old, Hinata-sama. The day you turned 3, I met you and I knew it then. But we both know what happened and… they say there is a thin line between 'love' and 'hatred'; I was lost in my grief and I looked for someone to blame. Truthfully, I never hated you. What I hated was myself because—no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop myself from loving you and it felt like I betrayal! It felt like I was insulting my father's memory, because I—"
"—thought 'how can I love the daughter of the man who took everything from me?'" she finished in a whisper. Neji was surprised by her words.
A sad smile touched her lips. "I knew. I could see it in your eyes every day that you looked at me; you saw something that to you, was a mockery to your father's memory and—each time I tried to reach out to you—it waslike a blatant disrespect."
"Hinata-sama…"
"…I didn't blame you, Neji-nii…but right now? I.i can't.."
Her words were like a knife to his heart and instantly, his walls went up; all emotion was wiped from his countenance and he asked the one question he loathed above all else. "Is it—is there someone else? As you've said-we've been apart for some time; you've been in Suna and no doubt—surrounded by suitors on all sides."
Despite the heavy atmosphere, Hinata could not refrain from laughing and her giggles only increased upon witnessing her cousin's dumbfounded expression. He'd sounded like such a petulant, jealous child, she couldn't help herself. "What can you possibly find amusing, Hime-sama?"
"I'm s-sorry…it's just…the way you said that. I, to answer your question, no. There is no one." She cast her eyes up to his, then bit her lip abashedly and looked away.
"Are you certain it is not Naruto?"
This caught her by surprise, but she really wasn't. Everyone had seen how she'd pined after the rambunctious blonde, in her Genin days—what they didn't know was that her heart had been suddenly and unexpectedly turned elsewhere since the Chūnin exams.
"…No. Naruto hasn't been on my mind—well, on my heart—in quite some time."
"…Your behavior at the Chūnin exams would—suggest otherwise."
His failure to trust her was beginning to agitate her and her temper flared at him. "Everyone has their childish infatuations, there is nothing to fault me for.—As for my behavior, you would have known it was you my eyes had turned to, if you ever bothered to see anyone as clearly as your precious byakugan allows you!" Her words were biting and fierce—and one hell of a turnon.
Damn it, he definitely couldn't let her go now. Her purpose had most likely been to aggravate or insult him—but she'd only managed to ensnare his heart further and his desire for her had skyrocketed. "You were looking at me? Why?"
She rolled her lips together; she'd said too much but it was too late to back out. "I—it's not as if I could just f-forget what had happened between us then… and then you were all I thought about when I left." Her cheeks reddened and she avoided his eyes at all costs. "…not that it m-matters…"
"how can you think it doesn't matter?! Hinata-sama, have you forgotten that day I first kissed you? Or the time after that? Have you never once relived that night, in your dreams?"
"Enough! Of course I have b-but it's n-not so simple!" her face was about to burst into flames and the tears in her eyes were doubtlessly a mixture of embarrassment and shame.
"It is that simple—here I stand before you; take what you want of me and I will not refuse you!" he spread his arms out to his sides and his eyes dropped their guarded veil and looked upon her with a naked sincerity that was so pure and raw, it pulled at a place deep in the center of her being. The passion in his eyes, the raw honesty—all he had, he was offering to her in that moment—wholeheartedly, yet she couldn't even move or breathe. Her eyes glued to his and her lips parted in amazement.
"…You think that all of this is impossible for you to attain, but it is not…" and in a moment that would be branded in Hinata's memory for the rest of her life, Neji raised his hands, removed the covering over his cursed seal and dropped it to the ground. "It is not, because you have had the best of me—and the worst of me. You have me, Hinata and you have had me since the day you were born." He finished passionately and at last, she could bear it no longer and broke down into tremulous sobs.
He'd beard his heart to her in his words, but in bearing his caged bird seal, he'd offered up his soul and she was overwhelmed by this precious, priceless gift that she did nothing to deserve.
Reaching out to her once more, his long fingers curled around a dainty wrist and he pulled her into a sheltering embrace. She cried into his shoulder and when she'd quieted, she looked up and was net with the most breath-taking, ardent Byakugan she had ever beheld.
"You have me, Hinata. You have all of me and all you have to do is ask what you desire."
She bit her lip—contemplating the enormity of the step she was about to take; he may not even be fully aware what he was promising her—and what she would, ask in return—but he'd taken a leap of faith. So would she.
"The only thing I want in this life…is you." She whispered. And then, her eyes deepened to a lilac shade and something heated, clenched in the pit of his belly when she looked up at him through long, luscious us eyelashes.
"You have me, Hime…all. Of me."
"…Then will you please…take everything that I am…?" She asked hesitantly?
"Hinata… your words are—dangerous to me, I-"
"Neji…" She whispered, kissing his jawline then raising on her toes to lightly brush her lips against his while she gazed imploringly into his eyes. "…You think too much…"
It was the way her eyelids fluttered like tiny hummingbird wings, when her lips caressed his, that broke him and he crashed into her. Entangling his fingers in her hair, he pulled her head back sharply and devoured her sweet mouth. His tongue swept between her lips, tasting her shamelessly and stroking her tongue in a way that had her whimpering and shivering in his arms. In a second, he'd pinned her to the wall and with her hands captured in his and pinned above her head, he pulled back only an inch so he could look in her eyes.
She was breathless and her chest pressed temptingly against his with every inhale. Her lips were already swollen and her eyes—hooded and thick with unadulterated lust.
"If you—had wanted me to stop, then you shouldn't have tempted me to start in the first place." He murmured against her lips.
She shook her head dazedly but her gaze on him was sure. "…as if I could l-let you s-stop now…no Neji."
He bit his lip, groaning. "You say my name like that one more time, and I'll lose it for sure." He pressed his forehead to hers, a soft smile breaking across his lips when she nudged his nose with hers. "…Neji…nii-san…"
His eyes snapped open and he stared at her. All the blood in his body had ignited and shot straight to his groin—he never thought hearing her call him 'nii-san' could be so….erotic! "You. Are a devil woman…" he breathed hotly before his lips captured hers again—the kiss heated and licentious. Grasping her thighs, he hoisted her up in his arms and cradling her delectable butt in the palm of his hands, he shushined to his room on the other side of the gardens and climbed atop his bed with her in his arms. The sun had set and a few stars were beginning to twinkle above as the young lovers—wrapped in the protection of darkness and each other—continued to explore their long-withheld passions.
The collar of Hinata's dress was off the shoulder and as he peppered her mouth, neck and shoulders with open-mouthed kisses, Neji's fingers snagged the shirt and pulled it down, further exposing her creamy shoulders, back and collarbone to his hungry eyes.
"Nnh—Neji m-maybe we shouldn't…you…I m-mean the d-dinner. With Ten-"
His mouth suddenly covered hers, lapping her forgotten protests. "…Hush. Don't speak of such things when I'm about to make love to you…" he scolded heartedly.
She gasped at his words; the weight of them fully settling upon her for the first time and she worried; what if she disappointed him? What if when her body was fully bared before him, he—he didn't like it…?
she'd been so wrapped up in her uncertainties, that she hadn't realized she was already naked from the waist up—nothing but a red lacy bra, stood between her having bosom and Neji's scorching stare.
She was so heavily endowed, she knew that even with the bra, her chest was more than exposed, nearly spilling out of the flimsy undergarment and she blushed with heavy embarrassment. Her arms crossed over her chest self-consciously but her cousin wouldn't allow it. Taking her wrists, he pulled her arms away, raking his eyes across her luxuriously voluptuous figure. He licked his lips in anticipation and his eyes burned into hers. "Every part of you—is utterly gorgeous, Hime." And bowing his head, he took the aching mound into his mouth.
Hinata gasped then cried out. "Nyyyah! N-Neji, w-what are you-?!"
He rolled the dusky bud between his teeth and tongue until his mistress was mewling and crying out his name. Releasing the delicious mound with a 'pop' he turned his attention to the other, paying it equal attention. But eventually, he grew dissatisfied with the barrier of lace—flimsy though it may be—and tugging the straps from her shoulders, he latched onto the erect peak, humming in approval when he tasted the sweetness of her flesh.
"Ahhhhh…..Ne-ji w-what if someone…"
In a fluid motion, he was standing before her, his hands flying through several seals that executed a silencing Jutsu. Once he was certain it was correctly in place, he turned back to where Hinata was sprawled on her knees amongst the sheets. Her shirt gaped and barely held onto her shoulders and her dainty hands were clenched into fists in her lap—as if she fought against the urge to reach up and hide herself away from his piercing eyes. He closed in on her but halted at the edge of the bed when Hinata rose up on her knees, reaching for him. "Neji, wait…please?" her hand touched his shoulder and then in the next second, she was peeling his shirt up and over his head and tossing it on the floor. Her eyes raked over his gorgeous muscles and then her hands were sliding up and over his shoulders and around his neck where she pulled firmly, causing the man to grunt in surprise as he stumbled forward and tumbled down on top of her. Her breathy giggles near his ear, caused the Hyuuga prodigy to smirk and he nipped playfully at her shoulder. "Impatient, are we?" his breath caught when she kissed his pulse point, whispering seductively, "M-maybe, but it's warranted—considering I've been—aching for you for months now…"
"W-what?"
She bit her lip bashfully as the man above her pulled back and was now looking down at her as if his entire universe hung on the anticipation of her next words.
"…Neji, you asked me if it was Naruto. Remember?"
He nodded, lips pressing together as he focused intently upon her face.
Her cheeks flushed brightly. "W-Well truth be told, I—it hasn't been Naruto since b-before—the Chūnin exams."
"Hinata….what are you saying…?" His eyes were wide, gazing into hers in utter disbelief.
"I'm saying—that there was already something in my heart for you; something that I couldn't name and then when the Chūnin exams arrived, and we fought…that 'something' only grew and I wanted to prove it to you; I w-wanted to show you…but then I was sent away and after that—it stayed with me and it wasn't until—u-until I saw you again, that I k-knew what it was."
When her eyes drifted to his, he couldn't bear it any longer and his mouth crashed to hers with a renewed, uncontrollable fervor.
His breath flooded her mouth and she sighed, trembling beneath his as her fingers found his hair and tangled into the fall chocolate tresses. She was so obsessed with his hair that this moment felt like a blissful dream come true, and she said as much against his lips.
Neji partially broke the kiss, only to confirm what his heart already felt to be true—still, he needed the words. "You love me?"
Her eyes darted back and forth between his own which were now filling with tears and she couldn't hold back her own well of emotions—she cried. "Y-Yes…yes, Neji I—I love you so much, I can't c-contain it."
He buried his face in the valley of her breasts and she could feel the harsh gasps escaping his lips as he lay the battle to his own feelings. "…Truly?" he whispered brokenly, but she knew it was sheer happiness that drove his breakdown and she just hugged his head to her chest, kissing his hair and nodding fervently.
His arms slid around her waist and under her back and he squeezed her tightly to him, breathing, "…thank God…" before raising tear-stained cheeks and a watery smile, to his mistress.
The following seconds were a blur as both eagerly divested the other of their remaining garments and fell to the bed, tangling together in the sheets. Both fought for the upper hand—Hinata won first, straddling his hips and pining him down by his wrists, she rolled her hips against his, causing him to moan in pleasure and buck against her as she kissed him feverishly, tongue swirling, tasting, and teeth nipping, teasing and suckling hungrily. Her vigorous desire pleased him greatly but his manhood strained and ached and he knew he couldn't bear it until he was finally sheathed to the full, inside of her.
So in a quick, fluid motion he rolled them, pinned her upper body with the weight of his and coaxed her thighs to spread wide as he nestled himself against the hot wetness of her nethers.
Feeling his length pressing eagerly against her entrance, had the young heiress moaning and dizzy with need—"I want you—so badly, nii-san please….please don't m-make me wait!" she twisted and writhed against him, making the friction deliciously unbearable and he groaned against her, catching her in one last savage kiss. "It will hurt, Hinata—I have to go slow, otherwise-"
"No, no please don't. I don't care about the pain, just—I need you. I need you, I need you." She repeated breathless, peppering his face with loving, coaxing kisses until at last he thrust forward, breaking passed her barrier even as she cried out, clinging to him, until he was fully sheathed. A tremor of enormous pleasure, ripped through his body and his back arched as a gutteral moan tore from his throat.
The pain she'd felt had begun to ease and she was overcome with the tremendous pleasure that ensued from being filled to the brim. Her eye lids fluttered open and she beheld Neji in all of his naked, pleasure-induced glory. To think she could evoke such a response from him—it was mind-blowing and she rocked her hips upwards into his, pulling his gaze back down to earth and to her.
His hair hung like a curtain, shielding them from the outside world and wrapping her arms around his neck, her back bowed off the bed and she kissed him deeply. He responded instantly—one arm snaking around her lower back to hold her to him, as his hips found a deep, steady rhythm to follow.
She undulated against him, letting his movements lead her and every roll and thrust of his hips, brought her to new levels of mind-numbing pleasure. Something in the pit of her belly began to tighten—coiling tighter still when Neji bowed his head and lavished her breasts with his lips and tongue. "You are so exquisite. And all of you—is mine." He murmured against her and that coil of nerves continued to wind tighter and tighter as the heated whispers of 'mine, mine, only mine' tumbled from his lips over and over, making her skin tingle and pebble with goosebumps.
For Neji, he could feel her walls already beginning to spasm around him and pressing his lips to her ear, he coaxed her, "Just let go, Baby—let go of yourself and cum for me."
The most beautiful cry of his name tore from her lips and her body shook violently as the coil of nerves finally snapped in orgasm. It took her several long seconds to come down from that glorious wave and before she'd fully settled, her beloved's body arched and snapped with a violent orgasm that left his mouth gaping in a silent scream and sweat pouring down his arms, chest and back. He seemed frozen above her—though his body trembled with adrenaline and exhaustion—and her fingertips smoothed across his brows and forehead before gently framing his face in her hands. Her thumbs caressed his handsome cheekbones, his strong jawline and lastly his lips, before she pulled him down to her, cradling his head against her chest.
Her fingers combed through the sweat-soaked tangles of his hair, smoothing it back from his chest and forehead—and then that dreaded lump formed in her throat, squeezing tears from her eyes.
Though exhausted, Neji sensed the rigidity in her body and he nuzzled comfortingly against her soft bosom. "…What's wrong?" he asked softly.
A shaky breath escaped her and he knew then that there were tears and his arms tightened their hold as he waited for her answer.
"I-I'm J-just so afraid!" she admitted. "A-All this—w-what if you are taken away from me, then w-what am I t-to -d-do?! Is this—A-All I'll ever h-have?!" the rest of her words were swallowed up in a broken sob and he shook his head, leaning up and bringing them eye-to-eye as it was his turn to frame her face, wiping away each and every tear that fell. "Don't think that, Hinata-don't because it's not going to happen."
"B-But-"
He shook his head firmly, wintry eyes flaring to Byakugan and pinning her with an irrefutable stare. "No 'buts'—they won't take you from me and likewise, you will not lose me. I don't care if I have to fight the whole of Hyuuga; so be it, I am keeping you and I will do whatever it takes to keep you by my side." His words were determined and sure—warming her from the inside out. "…Neji…but isn't…isn't Hyuuga your honor? I can't possibly-"
But again, he silenced her worries—this time, with a firm, open-mouthed kiss that left her reeling and speechless.
"You are my honor—Hinata"
She gasped, eyes unable to tear themselves away.
"You are the best of me—without you, there is only the worst." His thumbs caressed her soft, pink cheeks, brushed feathery caresses across her eyelids and then his head bowed to kiss her nose. "No one shall have any part of me, but you. My heart—my body and my soul—is yours, alone. This meeting with Himura-san should cause you no worry—for it is then that I will prove my love to you, and to the world. I swear it." He vowed and the tiny smile she offered him just before their lips touched, was more than enough reward.
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Ahhhh! This collection is finally done! Hope you all enjoyed; stay tuned for my next ficelets which include kaka/saku, Itachi/saku, Sasu/hina and maaayybe a few surprise pairings! Mwah! Reviews please!