Uchiha Sasuke felt the way her breath hitched in her sleep, her hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer to her, and in this state he especially was rather against having to get up and leave the vulnerable girl he adored behind. It was excruciating—wanting to stay, but having to leave. He really, really didn't want to. But just like he was brought inside to remain on her bed unconscious from his injuries, he had to leave without causing any more disturbances.
Sighing silently, he got off the bed and gave her a pillow to grip instead, averting his gaze as to not feel compelled to return into her arms.
Because he so would have, but he knew that if he did, he'd inevitably end up in an uncomfortable situation with her relatives and he especially didn't want that.
Pulling open her window, he quickly climbed out, closed it shut, and walked home with a black eye and bruises to prove it, waving behind him, feeling her eyes staring into his back from the window, leaving the sleepy Hyuuga flushing.
He didn't bother breaking into his own room, so decided with reluctance to walk through the front door. Knowing that only his eldest brother could possibly be awake this early—due to the fact that he was an editor and crammed every spare time (Including his own sleeping schedule, which was already fucked up as it were)-typing over works that his colleagues wrote apart from his own. It was a tedious job and he could tell as he paused in trance, looking into his brother's room, stacks of papers neatly organized on one side, his trashcan filled with multiple, empty coffee cups on the other.
"Good morning, little brother," He smoothly whispered, his eyes not leaving his work. Without a thought Sasuke walked into his brother's room, closing it shut quietly, as to not wake up his parents who were obviously going to give him hell for his appearance once they saw what was damaged on his face in the morning.
Sasuke only grunted his greeting as he sat on his brother's neat bed, staring blankly with the one eye that wasn't aching as his eldest brother proceeded to highlight words with a red pen vigorously. There was a reason why Sasuke never asked his brother for proof-reading on his own essays for school, because he dreaded the thought of having his work stained with ink.
Itachi sipped his twelfth cup of black coffee—just like Sasuke, he detested sweet flavors of any sort—and paused momentarily before turning to his brother and threw the empty cup away, concern washing over his clearly stressed face. "What happened to your face?"
Sasuke massaged his forehead with his fingers, sighing. "The Inuzuka laid one on me over her."
He didn't seem convinced. "You didn't even try to put up a fight?" Itachi was known to be mellow and more prone to advocate for peace than violence, but if there was ever a need for self-defense, he would encourage it. And for some reason, he wasn't at all satisfied knowing some kid hurt his brother over a girl, of all trivial things, much less understanding why in the world Sasuke let the guy do it in the first place. It just didn't make sense.
"If I had, I'd lose her."
It was such a simple, bland response, that left Itachi speechless.
His tone only assured Itachi that Sasuke wasn't the same as before. The Sasuke he knew was cold, distant, and apathetic. Not that the change was unwanted, for he always desired Sasuke to pursue his own happiness,but it was so sudden, so...unwarranted. But, he was glad. He was glad that Sasuke found something to cherish, because it was evident that the boy was still not accustomed to the idea of love and it was frankly amusing to know that Sasuke harbored feelings for someone else.
Itachi got up from his chair and approached his brother, landing his hand on Sasuke's head, and ruffled his hair.
"I told you to quit that a long time ago," He said through gritted teeth.
Itachi laughed, a smile on his tired face, the creases along his nose permanently in place. "Some habits are just too hard to break."
"Why are you smiling?"
"Because you aren't, even though you want to. Go ahead, I won't tell anyone, dearest brother."
"Tch." Turning his head, heat grazing his face, hiding the twitch of his lips as he curved upwards.
Itachi couldn't help but laugh again as he watched his brother get up and leave his room, the frown resurfacing again.
His mother was irritating the shit out of him.
Her long nails were digging into his cheeks as she continued to pinch them, her thin brows furrowed, eyes watery as she kept touching his face and rubbing her digits along his eye. She was crying because of the fact that he got hurt and she was the last to find out about it. His father gave him two looks over, grunted, and walked away muttering some words he couldn't directly hear but sounded much like "I have a pussy for a son," (Which he expected but nonetheless chose to ignore) and honestly, he would've preferred if his mother had reacted the same instead of this.
"My poor baby! Who did this? Does it hurt here? Does it?" Her fingers kept poking his clearly aching eye and so he chose to grip her wrists and push her back lightly.
"I'm fine." Honestly, he was. He felt better, especially knowing that Hinata was the one who helped him with most of he injuries. Really, it was good. He didn't like the attention he was getting over something as minimal as that. Course, he still had the bruise along his jaw, but he could live with that. Really. Before he left Hinata's room, that was the one spot she couldn't stop kissing. He'd injure himself if he had to if it'd make her continue doing that, because really, he loved it when her lips pressed against his chin. It was a wonderful sensation, and he kept tracing that spot earlier but with the way things were currently going now, he was losing the feeling all around his face due to his overprotective mother.
"Do you honestly expect me to believe that! You look a mess! I can't take you to the Hyuuga dinner tonight looking like that!"
He stared. There was no way in hell he was missing seeing his girlfriend all dolled up. That word still made his mouth twitch whenever he thought about it. Girlfriend. It was so unusual for him to realize that he could actually say she was his. He thought it was odd how he came about it all, especially since he had little to no confidence that he would've been successful into gaining her affection and what not but here he was, trying to find it in him to not smile knowing that they were an actual item.
"The hell you're not," He said sternly. There were times he wished his mother were more calm and collected instead of, well, this.
"Why are you so eager to go now? You usually hate dinners!"
Scratching his cheek, he blankly said "I didn't think I needed a reason to attend a dinner with my family."
Sighing in defeat, she released her son. "Fine, but make sure to ice that." She pointed, smiling smugly. "I'm glad you're finally understanding the meaning of family, Sasuke."
"Hn."
Sasuke stared into his reflection, adjusting his slacks around his hips and tie around his throat. He was actually anticipating dinner, and was glad that he was going to see her again. Really, it had only been like, thirteen hours since he last saw her—unconsciously asleep, mind you—but that didn't make it any less thrilling that he'd get to see her again. He wondered if her family knew he was even on their property yesterday, but shrugged it off. It wouldn't matter, since both their families were on wonderful terms, and if they both told them all at the dinner tonight that they were, well, together, he sincerely doubted anyone would oppose.
He wondered what she would wear this time around. Maybe something that'll hug her form more, because he was missing the sight he—finally-had the pleasure of witnessing the night before of her curves and creamy legs. Speaking of, maybe she'd wear something above the knees to show them off, too. He shook his head, trying not to think of her body until he got there. He didn't want another accident to happen, and would much prefer seeing the real deal then fantasizing it anyways.
"Sasuke, we're leaving," called his brother.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he left his room, palms already sweating.
He really needed to talk to a doctor about that.
She was breathtaking. At least, he tried to voice when they all had to greet each other but couldn't put the words together accordingly without sounding stupid. Uchiha Sasuke was never at loss of words, but tonight just happened to be his first time not having anything coherent to say.
The dress she wore was, as he anticipated, slightly above her knees, showing plenty of legs. It was a spaghetti strap, white dress, tight around her chest but ruffled at the tips, outlining her tiny waist while not suffocating her. Her hair was pinned into a loose, low bun, bangs flat-ironed, which sort of bothered him for some reason, because he was so used to seeing them uneven and all over the place. Her lips were shining from the light pink gloss she put on, the minimal amount of makeup she applied making her eyes pop, her naturally long lashes curled to perfection to appear longer. Since this was her home, he had half-expected her to be barefoot again, but instead she wore white flats that matched the entire outfit.
She was smiling at him, and he practically felt as though he was going to com-bust. It didn't help that she walked up to him and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek, uttering a "Good evening, Sasuke." with such confidence that it surprised him.
Many stared in awe from the corner of their eyes, but no one paused to point fingers at the two.
Sasuke's palms felt sweaty again, and he decided to take advantage of everyone too invested in their conversations to grip her wrist tightly and walk out of the enormous living room.
He, truthfully, had no idea where he was going, but decided to lead her into one of the study rooms. He locked the door, pinning the flushed girl against it who couldn't stop smiling.
"Hey," He spoke, finally, his forehead pressed against hers. His fingers found themselves climbing up and down her arms, feeling the hairs stand up in anticipation. "You look...nice." He felt like punching himself for such a lame compliment, but she giggled and that only led him to believe that she didn't mind it.
"Thank you, you do, too." Her own arms were now wrapped around his neck, bringing their faces even closer.
"Can I?" He wanted to tell her how close he was to kissing her senseless in front of everyone, but found it nearly impossible to put the words together. He hinted with his eyes, staring at her quivering lips, noticing them smile and show off before he felt her head nod once, and took the initiative to press his lips against her in a rush, feeling the warmth he missed, trying his hardest to cup her face into his palms, hoping she didn't mind how moist there were, trying his hardest not to mess up her hair, but she was free to do it to his because in all honesty, he didn't give a damn.
It was a sensation he wanted to feel at every given moment. The way their tongues danced in unison, knowing where to exactly be without uttering a sound. She could feel the blood pool into her cheeks, both their chests brought as close as it would allow, both being able to feel their hearts pound against at the same rhythm—chaotic, uneven—how her hands slide down to his sides, sending shivers down his spine, grazing her lower lip with his teeth softly, feeling her moan in response to it.
This was heaven, and no one would fucking tell him otherwise.
"I want to tell them," She sighed when they broke apart. "W-well, I want us to tell them. I don't want to hide anything."
"I can do that," His eyes closed, forehead leaning against hers, trying to regain his composure. "I don't want to hide anything either."
He could tell his words pleased her for he felt her mouth curve into a smile against his. "My brother knows," He mumbled.
"My cousin and sister know as well."
"How did he react?"
Truthfully, he was enraged. "F-f-fine," She lied lamely, causing him to arch a brow.
"Don't lie, it doesn't suit you."
"What does?"
"Telling the truth." Because it did.
"Okay, okay," She laughed, kissing that spot on his bruised jaw. It was just so her, to do that, knowing he loved it. "His reaction was b-borderline homicidal."
"I didn't expect anything less," Really, he didn't. Neji didn't like him at all, and frankly, he expected her cousin to react somewhere between angry and murderous. He kissed her dimple, her nose, the corner of her mouth.
"He'll come a-around," She she meekly, as if to lift his spirits that her cousin could change his posture on the matter soon enough, when she was practically lying to herself, because Neji never changed his stances on things, much like her Father.
"Mm," His kisses were planted along her collarbones, light pecks that made her whole body feel as though it were on fire.
"Should we head b-back?"
"Soon," He said without meaning it, because he cupped her cheek and kissed her again, and again, and again.
A/N: I start Senior year tomorrow, and instead of typing up my AP English essay I wrote the latest chapter in hopes that you won't hate me for taking three months to update. Sorry about it, really. I plan to update soon to aid this cliffhanger because I love being suspenseful and truthfully, this was my favorite chapter to write so far. Tell me what you think, review, etc, if I can get more I'll update sooner than you may think. -personafour