Hi again =)
I'm glad everyone enjoyed the last chapter and it wasn't too rushed and all. This chapter might be a little 'mundane' - I'm thinking of actually wrapping up this story.. although I did have some drama ideas up my sleeve.. I want to start my new story.. but I'll see =)

Hinata
I woke to the feeling of Sasuke running his fingers through my hair. I sighed and snuggled into him appreciatively. He was twirling my hair around his fingers and smoothing my hair down my back. His administrations lulling me back to sleep. Then his hand grabbed my ass and squeezed. I sat up in shock, well tried to. We were still on the couch and the most I could do was a kneeling/leaning over him position.

His eyes were closed, but his mouth was worked into a satisfied grin. His hand was still on my ass.

"Sasuke." My voice was low – a warning.

His eyes fluttered open and he squeezed again. His hand rubbed the skin of my ass.

"Hinata." He replied in a husky voice.

I felt myself blush. "What are you doing?" I attempted to move away from him feeling my ass. I felt embarrassed even though we had done so many other things.

"Your skin is really soft and smooth."

I squealed as both his hands cupped my ass, one hand on each cheek. Then I noticed it. One of his hands was caressing my skin over lace, while the other was just skin. I glanced behind me.

"You know, this was expensive and it was my first time wearing it." I touched the broken lace.

He shrugged. "I'll buy you another one." Then he smirked. "I'll buy you many pieces of lingerie if you want. Cosplay outfits too."

I slapped his chest lightly. "Pervert."

He laughed, the sound warm and sexy in his 'satisfied' mood. "Says the girl who came over dressed in a school uniform and red lace."

I poked his rib, "It's not red. It's deep red, like crimson."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, I don't care what colour it is, as long as it comes off."

This time I rolled my eyes and proceeded to tickle him.

He grabbed my hands. "Don't make me handcuff you, Hinata." Then he pulled my arms down to him and kissed me slowly. I sat up somehow, with his thigh positioned between my legs. I started to tie the broken lace together so that it would cover me. I felt awkward having that 'part' of me exposed.

"My dad wants to meet you." I glanced up from my work at his silence. He was watching my fingers.

"Where did you get this scar?" his hand reached out for my left hand.

"Hanabi bit me when we were younger." I replied.

He raised a brow. "Why?" his finger touched the scar, running along it.

"After mum passed away, our dad wasn't around much, so I took care of her. One night, she kept crying and then before I knew it, my hand was in her mouth and her sharp little teeth had sunk in."

He shook his head. "Your amazing, Hinata." Then he kissed the scar. "When do you want me to come over, to meet your dad?" he played with my fingers.

My heart thudded. "He wants to see you this week."

His eyes locked with mine. "When do you want me to meet your dad?"

I swallowed hard. "Could you make it for dinner, tomorrow at 7?"

He kissed my fingers. "I'll be there."

I smiled. "Stop kissing my fingers and kiss me instead."

He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing the breath out of me. His lips brushed against mine softly, like the first kiss we shared among the leaves.

"I love you." I whispered against his lips, my eyes locked on his, watching his reaction.

His eyes softened, and his expression was tender. Then he smirked. "Love you more." And we kissed.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.

I woke to the sound my phone vibrating. I was home in my bed, after spending yesterday with Sasuke. I fumbled for my phone. My eyes were heavy with sleep. I cracked one eye open, reluctantly, to see the caller ID: Your Handsome Boyfriend.

I picked up with a smile and snuggled back under my covers. Sasuke was sneaky – changing his name on my phone.

"Hello?" I asked in a croaky voice.

"Good morning, beautiful." Replied Sasuke.

I glanced at my clock. 6am. "Morning? More like dawn." I grumbled.

He laughed softly. "Sorry to wake you."

I replied with a noise caught between a sigh and mumble.

"What are you wearing?"

I groaned, "Did you call just to ask me that?"

"Of course not." He paused. "I thought we could eat breakfast together before my afternoon shift."

"Mm, what time?" I asked, trying to pay attention to what he was saying.

"Tell me what you're wearing first."

I sighed. "A singlet and underwear."

"No shorts?" Pause. "That's a sexy outfit. Could I sneak into your room?"

"No." I replied, drawing out the 'O'.

"Could I lure you outside in that outfit?"

I laughed. "Nope."

"Then could you stand by your window and give me a peak?"

"What?" I asked, sure I heard him wrong.

"I'm outside. If you just slide your curtains back and stand by the window-"

"You're what?" I bolted up in bed and ran to my window. Peering out, I saw Sasuke's car parked opposite my house. I saw him wave. "Give me 10 minutes!"

"Can you give me a show first?"

"Sasuke!" I hissed.

He laughed and hung up.

I rushed out of the house dressed in a pair of jeans and a white singlet. Sasuke was waiting for me, leaning against his car. I smiled when I saw that we were matching. He looked good in that white t-shirt.

"Hi," he opened the door for me.

I smiled, touched at his chivalry. "Thank you."

He slid into the car and nodded at the clock. "You're on time. If you were late, I was going to punish you."

"I probably should have asked you this before we started going out, but are you into S&M, bondage stuff?"

He laughed and turned the engine on. "I'm not a hard core fan, but if you're interested, I don't mind playing along." He grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Are you tired?" he asked, intertwining our fingers together.

"I'm okay." I replied. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

I ran my fingers through his hair. "How thoughtful."

He nodded. "That, and I thought I'd get some tips for tonight."

I laughed. "What? The confident Uchiha needs tips?"

He glanced at me. "It's called being smart."

"Uh, huh." I smiled, feeling ridiculously happy.

A few minutes later and Sasuke had pulled into reserve. The sunlight gleamed through the leaves, turning the light a soft green.

"We're here." Saskue stopped the car. Then pulled me into a kiss. His hands were cool on my skin, but his mouth was hot. He leaned back with a smirk.

"That is how you should say hi, but I didn't think it was wise to suck face in front of your house."

Laughter bubbled up my throat. "Yes, good move."

I was pleasantly surprised when Sasuke pulled out a picnic blanket and basket. We sat together under a tree, our bodies dappled with sunlight, warm in the cool morning breeze.

He pulled out a variety of croissants – ham and cheese, and chocolate, fruit salad, blueberry muffins, orange juice and champagne.

"Isn't it a little early to drink?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to get you drunk." He paused, "Although, that is on my 'to-do list'. I'm sure you'll make a very interesting drunk."

He handed me a flute with a champagne-orange juice concoction. I took a sip and found it to be refreshing.

"What kind of drunk are you?" I asked.

He took a sip from his flute. "I don't get drunk. I've got high tolerance."

"Well then, hypothetically speaking. Do you think you're a violent drunk, hyper drunk, sleepy drunk or weepy drunk?"

He cocked an eyebrow at me, as if my question was ridiculous. "You're going to have to tell me who those drunks are so I can avoid them."

I bit my lip to stop smiling, but it didn't fool him. His eyes twinkled in the morning sun. "I'll tell you when you tell me what kind of drunk you think you are."

He took a ham and cheese croissant. "I'm the same. Maybe more quiet?"

"Should we put that to the test one day?" I nibbled my blueberry muffin.

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Sure. We'll test you out too, and hope that you're a horny drunk."

I ripped off a small section of my muffin and lobbed it at him. He caught it neatly.

"Hey, don't waste the food." He popped it into his mouth. "Or I'll have to handcuff you."

"I bet you're the…" I dropped my voice, "Horny drunk".

He smirked. "If I am, I hope you're there to take care of me."

My neck grew warm at his innuendo.

We lay down together after eating. I felt sleepy, with my head resting in the crook of his arm, and my body pressed against Sasuke's side. He ran a hand absentmindedly over my arm.

"How much did you drink?" he asked softly. His hand dipped over my hip.

"Not enough to make me do what you're thinking."

He laughed, low and throaty, and the sound stirred me.

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"

I snaked a hand up his chest and rubbed his nipple through his shirt. "Because, you're squeezing my ass." I pinched his nipple and he made a low noise.

"You keep that up and you'll wish you were drunk." His hand slipped under my singlet. His fingers traced patterns on my back and I shivered.

"We'll put that on the 'to-do list'." I replied. "Won't you feel kind of awkward if we do stuff and you meet my day in the same day?" I traced my fingers along his skin, where his shirt had ridden up. "My dad has scary eyes. Like they can see everything."

He shrugged. "Would you be scared to meet my parents?"

My fingers stilled. "Yes. I wouldn't know what to do if they didn't like me."

"It wouldn't matter what they thought. I'd still want to be with you."

I kissed his jaw. "That's sweet."

He grinned, "Am I going to get a treat?"

I shook my head and sat up. "Did I make your arm dead?"

"Your head isn't that heavy." He sat up and brushed my hair away from my face. "Although, I guess it should be, considering how much stuff you have stored in there." He trailed a finger down the side of my face. "Do you have any information stored in there for me? Regarding tonight."

I stopped his finger as it tried to slip down between my breasts. "To be honest, I don't have much info. I've never brought a boy home before, so I'm not sure how my dad's interrogation will go." I held his hand in my lap. "It would be wise to stay off the topic of our physical relationship."

Sasuke inclined his head, "What if he asks me about it? You want me to lie or be blunt and honest?"

I winced. "I don't think my dad will ask. If he does, I'll let you decide, but he might want to kill us both if he knows the truth."

"I bet he already knows."

I played with his fingers. They were long and musical fingers tipped with calluses from his guitar playing. "Maybe, but he hasn't been around much."

The doorbell rang at 6:55pm.

I was impressed when I saw Sasuke. He was dressed smartly in a pair of black jeans and a dove grey dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked handsome and I felt the area between my legs tingle.

He smirked and I knew my expression had given me away. He kissed my cheek.

"Be good." I whispered and took his hand.

"I'm always good." He replied and squeezed my hand comfortingly as I led him to the dinning room.

My dad and Hanabi were seated on one side of the table. Hanabi turned as we entered the room. I saw her mouth open slightly at the sight of Sasuke. He did look very attractive tonight.

"Dad, Hanabi, this is Sasuke. Sasuke this is my dad and Hanabi."

"Good evening, Mr Hyuga. Thank you for inviting me to your home." He stretched out his hand. I saw my father return the gesture and was surprised when they shook hands firmly, without any bones being broken. Sasuke nodded at Hanabi, a pleasant smile on his face. "Hanabi, it's nice to meet you. Hinata has told me a lot about you."

Hanabi's eyes flickered between the two of us. "It's nice to meet you too, Sasuke."

I moved to sit opposite Hanabi and found Sasuke pulling my seat out for me. I looked at him and he smiled. I played along with his charade.

"Thank you, Sasuke." I murmured as I sat. Once I was seated, he slid into the seat opposite my dad. He moved like water, all smooth and confident.

Throughout the entire meal, Sasuke was a different person. He was charming and charismatic, without being arrogant and overly confident. He was warm and open, talking to my dad and Hanabi easily. I, on the other hand, was a complete mess – clumsy and awkward. I had almost spilt my drink and Sasuke's drink, but Sasuke had saved me both times, steadying the glasses before they could spill. I had dropped my fork and Sasuke but caught it before it landed on the ground. Sasuke had helped me serve dinner as I made sauce splatter and food stain the tablecloth.

After dinner, we retreated to the living room. Hanabi had retreated into her room to finish homework, leaving my dad, Sasuke and myself alone.

"What do you see in my daughter?" I heard my dad ask as I entered the living room with a tray of teacups.

I froze and looked at Sasuke. He caught my eye and smiled.

"Hinata might not appear to be much at first glance, but she's actually a very strong person. She's caring and intelligent. She values her family and friends. I've never met anyone like her – to be so selfless and loving."

I felt my cheeks warm with Sasuke's words. It was the first time I heard him express himself, and to speak to my dad in this way blew me away.

I placed the teacups on the low table. My dad took a sip of tea, his eyes fixed on Sasuke. There was a look in his eyes I couldn't place. Then I realized what it was – admiration.

I sat in the background while the two of them spoke. My dad spoke easily to Sasuke, asking him about his family, his work and plans for the future. I was glad they never went on the topic of the 'birds and bees'. I was surprised at Sasuke's politeness and sophistication. Would I have to be like this for his parents?

It was almost 9 by the time they had finished talking.

Sasuke shook my dad's hand. "It was nice to meet you, Mr Hyuga."

My dad nodded. "Come by again, Sasuke." Then he stood, nodded at me, and left the room.

"Good night, dad." I called.

I picked up the tray and cups. Sasuke followed me into the kitchen and fell into a chair. I giggled softly. Now that my dad was gone, he looked worn out. I placed the cups in the dishwasher and turned to Sasuke. He had his elbow propped onto the table, his head resting on his hand, eyes closed. I brushed the hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead. As I moved away, I saw Sasuke's eyes open, watching me. He smiled, and gestured to the direction my dad had left.

I walked him out, talking softly. "I think my dad really likes you. I can't believe he invited you over. Do you mind?"

He smirked, "Who do you think I am, Hinata? Of course your dad would like me. I'm an Uchiha."

"You were totally different tonight."

He shrugged. "So, you ready to meet my parents?"

I bit my lip. "I'm not sure if I can be like you."

"I'm glad you're not. Just be yourself and they will love you." He kissed my cheek. "I bet your dad is watching us from his window, so I'm going to get that good night kiss from you another time."

"Drive safely." I called.

He waved, acknowledging me and pulled away from my house.

Author's Notes:
So, any thoughts? I was thinking of making this chapter more 'sweet' and 'dreamy', with less drama to move the story on. Hope it wasn't too 'mundane'..

Thanks for the reviews - I never expected to get so much support and love ^_^