Interactions

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Love is dialectic, man, back and forth, hate and sweet.

Norman Mailer

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Hinata loved the way Neji spoke to her.

Normally, if you didn't know either of them very well, you wouldn't be able to hear any differences in the way they spoke to each other. Pertaining to the ones who did know them well enough, they found it somewhat frightening to hear Neji talk like that.

But Hinata loved it.

He had varying degrees as to which he would talk to her. There was the; "God, you are still an idiot." voice, the; "I can't believe we're related." voice, the; "I can't decide if that's funny or sad…" voice, and, her favorite, the; "I love you." voice.

They were all sort of hard to tell apart, but, when he was using the "I love you." voice, she could hear it. She could hear the way he let the words roll of his tongue as if he was trying to let them linger there and leave a sweet taste.

And the way he would look at her when he said it was like when a small child finds something they have never seen before and think it's the most precious thing in the world. He would always find some way to touch her when he said it, too. Whether it was a gentle brush of their hands, of if he would kiss her while saying it, it didn't matter because he got the point across no matter the situation.

He was intense like that.

She loved the way his rich baritone would become even deeper and husky, breathless with desire when he was kissing her. However, ever the epitome of control, he would never let anything get him out of his mind. He was always the first one to recover himself and pull her back down to reality.

She also loved the way he touched her.

During their sparring, he wouldn't hold back, and she thanked him for that, because he knew that she wouldn't get better unless she was pushed to it, and he did just that. However, when they weren't sparring, he barely touched her. So when he did, it always made it extra special.

Most of the time, he touched her with gentle fingers, worried that she would disappear under his them like a reflection on the water or a breaking mirror. He was very, very careful. Until she, or some other force, pushed him too it. Then he was demanding and strong. She loved that, especially.

She loved the way he looked at her.

Whether it was just a quick glance to make sure that she was okay, or if he watched her 'sleep', he would always seem semi contented, and semi disbelieving. When she asked him why, he had confided in her that he felt as if he didn't deserve her and that, sometimes, he thought that he would wake up one morning and realize that it was all a dream.

Hinata didn't tell him that she though the same exact thing, because she was scared that if she said it then it would come true.

So all she did was close her eyes and take in as much of him as she could and waited until their next contact.


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