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"What will happen to us?"
"Hm?" Hinata was in that delicious spate between dreaming and wakefulness. She felt an immature sense of loss as the colors from her dream began to fade. Something about a tree and a man sitting under it... did she know him from somewhere? It was hard to remember.
"I mean, this arrangement is fine for now, we're not hurting anyone, but what if we really become attached to one another?"
"Then maybe we'll get married..." Hinata mumbled, pulling the blankets up to her cheeks. Perhaps it wasn't too late to see whether the leaves of the were had been yellow or purple, but silence fell then and Hinata knew it was no use. She opened her eyes and saw her red haired lover watching her. "The future really bothers you, doesn't it?"
His eyes were great and sad as he nodded, so she sat up and drew him into her arms, sweetly kissing his forehead. He let her guide his head into her lap and closed his eyes when she stroked his hair.
"I don't know what is in the future," she said in a low voice meant only for Gaara's ears, "No one does and that is frightening. I don't know what my clan would say if I decided to stay in Suna indefinitely; or the Hokage, for that matter. I don't even know if I would be able to live here on a teacher's income."
"Temari..." said her lap drowsily.
"Somehow I don't think Temari would have a problem with it," said Hinata with a grin. Temari's treatment of her and become nothing less than obsequious as of late, leaving no doubt in the kunoichi's mind that the older nin knew exactly the nature of her brother's relationship with the Konoha ambassador. Hinata vaguely recalled a rumor in Konoha involving a certain lazy genius, but that hadn't been mentioned in years. Still... it gave Temari a point of reference.
"Anyway," she continues, pausing to tuck a strand of black hair behind her ear and receiving a tiny whimper for her neglect, "That's not the point. The future isn't here yet and it's very likely that we may not have to worry about it at all. I'm with you right now. That makes me happy and that is enough." Another suspiciously sleepy moan emanated from under her and she felt two strong arms wrap around her hips. She touched Gaara's bare shoulders (remarkably unscarred after a life of fighting) and felt his face turn inward to her abdomen. His breath was hot and made her dizzy.
"Do I still make you happy?" said a mischievous voice.
"That would depend," breathed Hinata, "on what you do next."
A delicious low hum resonated through her thighs and she felt a hand behind her knee. Hinata looked down, but Gaara, smiling, blocked her eyes. "Don't look," he said, reaching for a leather thong from his bandolier and taker her sight altogether. Her byakugan thought nothing of such obstructions, but the thought of having to guess what was happening to her was so arousing that the notion to disobey never crossed her mind.
Instead, her mind was filled with the sound of rustling sheets and warm, hardened flesh on her tender skin. It was unnecessary, but her keen ears told her when her lover settled himself between her knees and whispered to himself. Suddenly, a warm breath tickled her and she found herself taken in his mouth. His tongue gently lapped across her clit; that powerful source of pleasure ranging from waves of ecstasy to pricks of desire. With each brush of his tongue, Hinata felt her stomach tighten and heard her breath sharpen.
His timidity was teasing, though, and soon her body cried for something more.... passionate. She groaned once to see if it got his attention, but it did not. He neither increased in pace nor intensity. She tried again, louder and more insistent, but he still didn't understand. What was she supposed to do?
"Faster..." she breathed quietly, partially because she knew that he could hear her whisper and partially because she couldn't bring herself to speak any more loudly.
Instantly, she felt a newer, stronger shock as she was flicked back and forth as fast as she could stand. Hinata literally panted now, gripping the sheets and gasping, "Harder!" Gaara ground his tongue into her, lips still sucking at her edges, but more erratically now and fevered. His hands gripped her thighs tightly, almost painfully, but she didn't care as long as he kept driving her onward.
Somewhere in between rising cries of 'Moto! Moto!' she delivered her final instruction. "Put your finger in me!"
"Which one?" Gaara spluttered, mouth full of clitoris and juice.
"ANY ONE!"
The moment her plea was answered, she felt herself lose control, from the extremities in. Her toes curled and her fingers locked themselves in the twisted sheets, then her shoulders threw her forward and her knees came together, catching Gaara sharply between them. As she rocked violently with her explosion, her back arched, her eyes rolled up and her mouth hung open, but she was busy being swept away on rolling black waves of delight.
Gaara wiped his face and lay beside her again. "That's dangerous. I think you pulled a muscle in my neck."
"Sorry..." she said, exhausted. "What was that noise?"
"That? That was you. Screaming my name."
"Oh my god! Do you think anyone heard me?"
"Hinata, I think all of Suna's heard us now and probably some parts of Konoha, too."
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Late in the afternoon of the next day, a familiar shape bounced into Hinata's open window and rocked on the sill.
"Kiba! You're back!"
The dog-nin smiled. "Yes, for a while. I'll be here for a bit helping Suna with the..." he snickered, "I can't say, but it's a long-term project. Still, I'm back and off for the day! Let's go terrorize the Sand village!" The sparkle in his eyes looked positively animated and his feet tapped about like he was going to start jumping up and down any second.
Hinata hesitated, looking back at her half-completed lesson plans. Brief thoughts of her Kazakage flickered in her mind, but he was occupied with paperwork and squabbling ninjas.
"All right."
Kiba took her to a clean looking place. "Let's go in here- I'll buy you a drink."
"Y-you don't have to do that for me..." said Hinata, coloring. Her pocket burned with what remained of her salary.
"I know, but I want to; for old time's sake."
"We're not old enough to have 'old times'," she pointed out, but ducked into the bar anyway. Kiba got sake for himself and Hinata let herself be saddled with something sweet and girly. She stirred it with mild distaste at first, but sipped it and found that she rather liked it.
"So, what is this that I hear about you and the Kazekage?"
The strawberry liquor turned sour in her mouth. Kiba was never one for subtlety when a blunt rock to the head was an option, so Hinata felt that she might have brought this upon herself. Of course, he was going to ask about that- it was in his nature.
"That would depentd, "s eh said shortly, tucking hair behind her ear, "on what you would want to know."
Kiba didn't hesitate. "Well, are you dating him or in a relationship or engaged or what? What's going on , there?"
Hinata took another long drink to prepare her answer. Part of her was annoyed by his protective behavior. She was a grown woman and could handle herself; they hadn't even been a team for quite some time now. On the other hand, she very much wanted to tell someone about it. She regarded Kiba for a moment and wondered how he would react to her story. He did have a somewhat personal interest in it.
In the end, she told him everything. For the most part, he was a good audience, listening without making sounds. He flinched once when she told him that they were sleeping together.
"You realize that he is very dangerous, right?"
"No more than any other ninja."
"That's not true. Remember the first time we ever saw him? He killed three teenaged ninjas in cold blood."
Hinata felt a cold stone sink in her stomach. That memory had been purposefully forgotten and for good reason. She felt like she should defend Gaara, but there was really nothing to be said. True, it was during the Chunnin exam where students knew there was high risk and yes, the boys were from a different village, but there was no proper excuse. It was cruel and wrong.
Hinata didn't feel like that now, though. Her Gaara was warm and soft like the dunes outside the city walls. Her Gaara would no more crush someone to death than needlessly kill anything. He was different now. This might be true, but it felt immature to say; 'I've changed him! He needs me! We'll be together forever!' and the like. So, she thought of something different to say.
"I know the risk, but do you think that I can't be just as dangerous? I am also a ninja, I have also been trained to kill without remorse. The Kazekage has mellowed and I have toughened." Her tone dared Kiba to argue.
"I know... and I know you can take care of yourself, but I still worry about you a lot. Sometimes.... I think that you're still my girl." Kiba's hands swirled the drink in its cup. The fact that he looked steadfastly at the bar and neither corner of his mouth twitched meant that he hadn't intended to say that much. Hinata slowly reached out and took his hand.
"You were good to me. I didn't leave because of you."
Kiba nodded and finished his drink in one gulp. Then, he cleared his throat, stood and proposed a race across Suna. Hinata threw down money and dashed out after his already-retreating figure. The rest of the evening dissolved into poorly disguised sex jokes, but that was okay; they were friends again. Hinata crawled into her window late that night and fell asleep almost instantly, only taking long enough to wonder why she hadn't used the door.
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A/N- Now it's getting good! Stay tuned, but don't hold your breath. I don't like it when readers asphyxiate.