"Sasuke-"
"You should have the bed," he mentioned for the second time in as many nights.
She stiffened. "You're just going to-"
"I won't this time."
Her jaw clenched. She stalked up to the bedroom and went to sleep, feeling frustrated when she awoke to find herself again wrapped in Sasuke's arms.
But she didn't try to pull away this time. She held him back, breathing in his scents of cedar wood and cool water. She knew she was going to miss it.
As she climbed out of bed the next morning, she froze when Sasuke caught her arm. She glanced back at him, frowning slightly. His eyes were still closed.
"Hinata," he muttered sleepily.
And she didn't particularly like half-asleep Sasuke. It was fun to see him off-guard, but half-asleep Sasuke just weirded her out sometimes.
"Hm?" she inquired gently. Perhaps if he thought he was still unconscious she'd be able to get away.
"I have an erection."
"Er...what?"
"I have an erection." Sasuke opened his eyes. Whether or not he'd been unconscious, he seemed committed to his point.
Feeling blood pool in her face, Hinata tried to tug free of his hold, but his hand was like glue, and her efforts were becoming increasingly feeble.
"I wanted to know whether you could...help me, relieve this – ah, discomfort."
She swallowed. "You're not...serious?" Sasuke pulled her closer until she had no choice but to sit back on the bed beside him. He took her hand, and guided it to his-
Her blush deepened.
"Help me," Sasuke muttered.
Her cheek twitched. "I-"
"I need you."
"Erm..."
She quickly attempted another escape, but Sasuke caught her around the waist. She didn't put up much of a fight as he pulled her on top of him. She tried to glare, but her embarrassment overwhelmed every attempt she made to compose herself.
"C'mon," Sasuke muttered.
She tried to contain her groan. "T-teme," she managed.
"Thank you," Sasuke returned, as Hinata breathed and they began.
She stared at the ceiling, feeling rather violated. Etched across her face was a stubborn frown.
"I feel good," he mentioned.
...she did too. She clutched the sheets to her chest, trying to ignore the heat on her cheeks. "I feel dirty," she returned.
"Aa. Let's do it again."
Her breath hitched in her throat. "Um..."
"Um?" he idly traced her thigh.
"I – um-"
"You're not refusing," her husband mused. "You're just hesitating."
"S-Sasuke-"
"Because you want to. But you don't want to admit it."
She groaned as his fingers tickled her sensitive inner-thigh.
"Don't worry," Sasuke muttered. "It'll be our secret."
