I'm promoting myself here because I'm terrible like that. I wrote another SasuHina story and it's what all of these oneshots are based off of (not the first one though). Look on my profile for a story called Destiny.

Instead of working on a requested oneshot that I know most people aren't going to read, I decided to update this one. It was a cute idea bouncing around in my head...Sasuke doing Hinata's hair. Oh and I gave you all a lemon. Because I haven't for a while and don't plan on adding too many more (at least not in the next few chapters). Please enjoy!


Hinata was sitting on the floor, arms brushing against Sasuke's legs and back against the couch. She grimaced as he pulled her hair up, not being gentle with the braid he was weaving. "Ah, Sasuke," she said whining. "It hurts."

"Sorry," he said with a sheepish grin. "I can only copy what I can see. I can't see the finesse." Sasuke sighed and focused on being gentler. Hinata relaxed since she was no longer having her head pulled all over the place. "How's that?" he asked quietly.

"Better," she responded. Sasuke finished up, weaving the braid until the middle of her back and tying it. He urged her to stand up so that he could look at it from the front. She did so, turning around to face him. He eyed his work critically, picking out every mistake that he'd made. "How does it look?" she asked him curiously.

"It's not the best…"

"You don't like it," Hinata said as she turned around and, wanting to see for herself though, so she headed off to the bathroom. She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, not really satisfied with the way her plaited locks made her eyes stand out and her chest seem bigger.

She gazed at her reflection intently, picking out all of the flaws she saw in her appearance. She had never really been one to possess self confidence having been beaten down in her childhood. She had a low opinion of herself, and as she grew, it had stayed, manifesting itself in her dislike of her own appearance. It was why she had covered up in the baggy jackets when she was younger, hiding her body away from everyone.

A hand wrapped around her waist, making her eyes widen in surprise. She felt her back press against his stomach and chest as he pulled her to him. Sasuke kissed her neck and shoulders. Hinata looked at his reflection in the mirror. Reaching her hand up to brush through his hair, she watched him. He was beautiful. For some reason, he always insisted that she was much more beautiful that he was, but Hinata could never understand why.

He said so at that moment, as he paused from his kissing and whispered into her ear, "You're beautiful, Hinata."

She pouted and their eyes met in the mirror. "You don't like my hair."

He stepped back, letting her go. "I like your hair," he countered. "I'm just not satisfied with what I did. My braiding needs work."

"Oh…" Hinata said. "Do you want to uh…try again? For practice?"

He shook his head, smile forming on his lips. "Maybe later. It's good enough for now."

Hinata arched a brow. "What do you mean, 'For now'?"

He gave her a roguish grin. "I was thinking…how it leaves your neck…so much more…"

"Exposed," Hinata added, understanding where Sasuke was heading with this.

A nod. "You're hair usually gets in the way… No, don't get me wrong, I like your hair. It's just I'd like to not have to get tangled in it for once."

She giggled. She loved it when Sasuke was silly. It was a side he reserved for her and only her. No one else saw it. It was for them when they were together privately. "What?" he asked at her giggle.

"You. Were you planning this from the beginning?"

He looked at her innocently. "Of course not."

Hinata sighed. "You wouldn't have copied how to do a French braid, unless you had an ulterior motive, you manipulative, wonderful man."

He snorted. "You call me wonderful. That's funny."

She hung her head a little, keeping her eyes off of him. "You are…" she said quietly. "To me."

He regretted the jest immediately, but didn't really know what to say to make her feel better. Agreeing with her in this case would make him seem conceited. So he said gently, "And I'm glad you think that."

Her eyes were drawn to look at the source of the kindly spoken words. "Sasuke…"

He kissed her then, taking her lips gently, and conveying exactly how glad he was for her acceptance of him. Not like he hadn't been accepted before, but it was only superficial acceptance. It only went skin deep. He was attractive and the girls liked and accepted that. As he grew up, the only person to really truly accept him was Naruto. The blonde understood him, could see who he was under the mask, and still wanted to be his friend. But he'd turned his back on that, choosing the path of revenge instead.

He'd been surprised that Naruto hadn't given up on him. Sasuke would have given up on Sasuke…Sasuke had given up on Sasuke. But Naruto was there to remind him of who he was, and what he could go back too. And when he'd settled things with his brother, that's exactly what he did. He went back. He hadn't been without punishment. He'd been practically imprisoned upon his return, but he was okay with that. It gave him an opportunity to figure out what to do with himself, now that Itachi wasn't on the forefront of his mind

He thought about the other thing he wanted, the restoration of his clan. That would be tough; everyone has seen the bad side of him now. No one would be willing to accept him.

His friends came to visit him during his time under guard. That was when he truly learned who cared about him. Sakura and Naruto came, usually together and usually very cheerful. He met Sai too, and though initially he didn't like the boy, he came to accept him as well.

Every so often Hinata came to see him. It had surprised him at first. Why would she be there? Then he realized it was probably because she felt pity for him. He didn't really want it, so he confronted her about it. And he'd been shocked when she'd burst into tears, blurting out words so fast he couldn't understand them. When she stopped, he could clearly hear her say, "I wanted to know why you were so important to him."

She stood up then, and walked away. Sasuke had been confused by her initial visit, but as they became more frequent, he grew accustomed to her weekly visits. She always came to him alone, spilled her tears and her heart. He sat there and listened. One week she missed the "usual" time of their visits and Sasuke grew worried. He hadn't placed the feeling, hadn't even realized it was there. That was where it started. And somehow it had taken them to this, lying on a bed together, burning up at each other's caresses. Sasuke had a hold of Hinata's hips, keeping her back in order to prolong the wonderful feeling surging through him.

She straddled his stomach, his body between her knees. With every second that passed Sasuke came to love the braid. The unruly strands that stuck out, and the way it swung with her movements. He loved how her neck, chest and face were now more visible. He loved it, and it was turning him on, adding to the fire that was already raging.

Hinata took a moment to gently scrape her fingernails across his chest, soliciting a moan from him. Sasuke couldn't take it anymore, and pulled her down onto his member, finally feeling the wonderful tightness that symbolized that she indeed accepted him. Accepted him in more ways than one.

Sasuke did like being on the bottom on occasion. He didn't have to do the work that way, but he still got the same experience, a mind blowing orgasm. He watched Hinata move, her chest and hair swaying with her movements, as he moved his hips up and down. Matched his pace perfectly, not rushing anything.

The build-up was slow and gradual, which only made getting to the top more exciting. Hinata reached her orgasm first and was quickly followed by Sasuke. She got off of him, sitting down on the bed beside him. He looked up at her, questioning why she wasn't down in the bed snuggling with him. She stood up then. "I need to take a shower. Father, Hanabi and Neji said they were coming over for dinner."

Sasuke realized he'd forgotten about that and nodded. That meant she would be working in the kitchen for most of what was left of the afternoon. It also meant that he would have to take a shower, clean up, and make sure the bedroom didn't smell like sex before they got there. He wasn't exactly sure why the last part was a big deal to Hinata, but he figured it had something to do with her being embarrassed about it in front of her cousin and father.

He wasn't about to get dressed again until he'd taken a shower though, so he waited patiently, wrapped in sheets, for Hinata to finish. He heard the water turn off and got up to get his towel. He was waiting outside of the door when she walked out, so he walked in. He climbed in quickly, washing off his sweat and cleaning his hair.

He finished quickly, and got out. He wrung the excess water out of his hair, and then wrapped the towel around his waist before heading to the bedroom. He got dressed in simple loose fitting black pants and a blue shirt. He took the sheets off the bed, throwing them in the laundry room and finding a new set to put on. After he'd done that, he went to the living room to tidy that up too. Not much needed done since they lived in a small portion of the Uchiha mansion. Sasuke made sure the unused bathroom would be suitable for company, and found it to be satisfactory. Since he'd taken care of everything he needed to, he sat down on the couch with a sigh. Shortly afterwards, Hinata walked in as well and sat down beside him. "Do you..."

He looked over at her curiously. "Would you do my hair again?" she asked, a light red coloring her cheeks. "I want to look different for everybody."

Sasuke smiled and nodded. She situated herself on the floor between his legs, so he could braid easily. By the time he finished, the doorbell rang. His in-laws were here, and even though that wasn't the most thrilling prospect, seeing his wife smile at their presence made his lips curl upwards, if only just a little.


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