Sorry everyone..finals + SAT II Bio no time no story. Even more bad news: I have to retake the SAT II Bio this October, meaning there will not be many updates. :( I didn't break 750..only 30 points away too. Advice: Don't start serious studying 2 wks before the SAT. really bad idea. ;(
Maybe that's why they are so OC!
Chapter 10
She remembers that it is his birthday before he remembers himself. And she gives him the biggest gift she can give him.
One hand covers her breast, dewed with the sweet sweat of arousal. He stares at her intensely, watching her uncertainty. And silently apologizes.
Her eyes scrunch up in the momentary pain when he breaks her innocence. The rest is a blur to her, of skin slapping against skin, of low, guttural grunts and moans.
His eyes are glazed over; the black spins lazily against the red. He is tired, but satiated.
Their bodies are sticky, covered with sweat and their fluids. A small, circular spot of blood blotches their white sheets.
Sasuke looks at her through lidded eyes, and smirks. He makes note of the date that night, July 23. Then he remembers. His birthday.
Hinata covers herself, and pads off to their bathroom.
They walk along the road that leads out of Konoha, hands not touching. One of them is leaving for Sunagakure.
Hinata doesn't know if she will be back soon.
At the gate, Hinata bids him goodbye. Mentally, he tells her to hurry back. Later, he wonders why he would think that. Uncharacteristic of him.
Hinata wipes the sweat from her brow with one hand, as she adjusts the scroll with her other. The Kazekage Gaara looks over her shoulder, black-rimmed eyes sharply taking note of her work. Occasionally, he glances at a sheath of papers in his hand.
"Hyūga Hinata."
"H-hai?"
His eyes narrow at her stutter, mentally taking note of her lack of confidence.
"Have you found the cause of chakra blockage?"
She nods, not looking at him.
"When will you be able to treat the chakra blockage?"
"I don't know."
Gaara looks at her steadily, unwavering in his stare. There is something almost predatory about it.
"I will check next week."
He holds his gaze firmly with hers.
His robes swish as he walks out, green eyes staring at her from over his shoulder.
She turns back to her work quickly. Sasuke would not be happy to know.
Hinata starts vomiting in the mornings toward the second to last week of her time in Sunagakure.
Upon her return, Tsunade gives her a medical examination and confirms her condition.
"Congratulations, Hinata, you are going to have a son! I'm sure Sasuke will be relieved."
"Ah, h-hai. I-i will tell him as soon as he gets home."
She smiles gently, patting her stomach. Softly, Hinata thanks Tsunade, who beams and shows her out.
That night, while they are eating, she tells him—as they reach over the black bean chicken—that she is pregnant, with the son he has always wanted. Momentarily he stops, as if to digest the news, and then reaches for a piece of succulent chicken, gleaming with black bean sauce. He chews it, chases it with a bit of rice, and then sets his half-empty bowl down, laying his chopsticks neatly over the bowl. Hinata watches his countenance all this time, looking for signs of displeasure or pleasure.
His expression shows nothing tender in it. For most people, he looks as if he always is, cold and stoic. But inside, he churns with the turmoil of doubt, as he calculates how long Hinata was in Sunagakure.
She is stunned by his silence, and just a bit hurt, wondering if the news of a son means anything to him. Then, he speaks, in a low and calm voice, with all the emotion she did not expect.
"Hinata, arigato."
That is enough for her. Hinata knows not to expect much in the way of affection or emotion from Sasuke.
Tonight, he washes the dishes, to spare her from the strain.