Another rewrite; there wasn't as much to change with this, but I feel like that's mostly because I wasn't very satisfied with the piece in the first place. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it as much as the fans on Tumblr did!

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There is something about the way she towers above him, skin soaked with sweat, hands pinning either of his arms to the ground, that tells him he should ask her to move in with him already. That, or wallow alone within the confines of his apartment for the rest of his days.

Hinata heaves one, two breaths before releasing her hands and letting him go. The gleeful grin that lines her lips makes it hard for Naruto be frustrated with his now umpteenth loss in today's sparring session. Gifted though he may be, the taijutsu skills of the Hyuuga family are too much for even him to handle, and he's found in his months of dating Hinata that sparring with her is more than a workout.

As she rings the sweat that drips from her hair, Naruto leans in and knocks their foreheads together. "Spend the day at my place," he murmurs. His lips brush against her nose, and he feels her giggle under his touch. They both smell undeniably of dirt and sweat, but that fact hardly bothers them. Hinata lets him trail his lips down to the hollow of her neck.

"I'd have to go home and take a shower first," she answers, reasonable, and before he can quite shut himself up—

—"Shower at my place."

Hinata pulls away to give him a bewildered, although not offended, look. Genuine curiosity swims into her expression, and as Naruto realizes what exactly it is that he's insinuated, he blushes a deep red and refuses to meet her eyes.

"Oh!" he blurts out. "I— I meant separately. Like take turns. That way you wouldn't have to, uh, go home. Yeah."

The laughter that peals from her throat makes him blush harder than ever, and as she pulls his face into her hands and presses a sloppy kiss to his lips, he finds himself once again left totally dumbstruck. Hinata walks off in the direction of his apartment with a skip to her step, but Naruto only shakes his head in awe before following her down the pebble-ridden lane.

The natural sequence of things to come goes a little like this: take showers, eat food, make out, maybe talk. Logically, there's more than one opportunity available for him to ask her to move in, but he doubts he'll actually be able to take one without chickening out first.

Although they have been together for over half a year, Naruto still finds it difficult to ask her important questions without totally dissolving into a puddle. Kiba has told him that there was a time Hinata used to faint at his mere presence, but Naruto still has yet to believe him.

As he turns the key in the lock—the apartments aren't far from where they spar, just two or three miles—Hinata turns to him and says, "Why don't you shower first, Naruto-kun? You'll be quick about it."

"But then I'll have to wait for you," he replies, pouting slightly for good measure. Hinata will have none of it, though, and she struts past him and into the kitchen, a teasing smile on her lips all the while.

Naruto, a little disappointed but amused nonetheless, parades obediently into the bathroom and gets the shower going. True to her expectation, he finishes quickly, in barely ten minutes. As he towels himself off, the thought of asking her while they pass each other at the threshold crosses his mind. It's certainly not the brightest idea, but it is one way to get the words out and done with, so he prepares himself as her footsteps near.

"Hina—"

The voice cuts off in his throat before he can so much as make eye contact; Hinata stands to attention before him, eyes alight with a silent curiosity that he is too nervous to answer. Naruto panics briefly, then shrugs off the mishap and mumbles under his breath, allowing her to pass him while crimson flushes his cheeks.

Upon walking into the kitchen, Naruto is met with a boiling pot of water and an unopened bag of noodles. He scissors the packet and pours out two servings, then leans his head back against cupboards. Instant ramen is by no means extravagant, but he and Hinata have an unspoken tradition of eating it whenever they're at his apartment.

He likes it most when their lips meet in the middle, when the sauce isn't just on the noodles, but on her mouth and her tongue.

"It smells good," Hinata murmurs, and Naruto nearly startles.

The sight of her in a towel and nothing more has goosebumps running up the length of his arms. Naruto swallows nervously, then trails his gaze down to the water drops freckling her legs, flushed the softest rose pink. His eyes never stray, stuck to the pucker of her lips, the slick of her hair. Hinata takes a whiff of the ramen, then hums in satisfaction at the fragrant smell.

"I think it's ready," she says.

Naruto ladles the soup into a serving bowl while she sets the table. The curtains on the windows are pulled back to let the mellow light of a slow sunset filter through. Hinata sits with her arms hugging the back of her chair, eyes set on something summery outside. He falls in with her, pulls a chair up at her side.

As the violet-haired nin watches the sunbathed sky, Naruto takes the time to admire the light, light freckles brought out in her skin from the shower. His fingers brush against her calves just a bit, though she doesn't notice it for a while; maybe because she's already so used to his touch.

"Move in with me," he says suddenly, voice barely above a whisper. Hinata turns her head away from the sky, the clouds, the sunlight. Her ramen bowl is nearly empty, and she trails her spoon away slowly from her lips. Naruto can hardly discern a thing from her unreadable expression, only that perhaps she wants him to go on.

"I know we haven't been together for long," he starts. "But— but I like it with you, Hinata. I like it with you, and when I'm here, when I'm at home, alone, I— I don't know what to do with myself."

"So please,"—he swallows down the bob in his throat—"please, stay with me."

Hinata parts her lips, then closes the gap; the silence that follows is almost unbearable. For a long, long time, Naruto keeps his eyes fixated on the space of wood he can make out between the crisscross of his legs. Only when he feels like he can bear it no longer does he look up, and to find nothing less than Hinata standing up from her chair.

She walks towards him with a suspenseful sort of air, lavender eyes barely visible, hair tangled about her shoulders. Naruto can barely breathe as she moves to envelop him. Hinata draws her arms about his neck and presses her forehead to his cheek, and Naruto feels his face burn with hormonal fire as she touches him chest to chest, navel to navel, hip to hip. Her legs are cold against his skin, but for some reason he doesn't register the feeling, only the fact that her body is cradled in his.

As they sit like that, completely entangled in each other and doing nothing more than breathing, Hinata brings her lips to his ear. He thinks he knows what she's going to say, but the fear of it not being what he wants leads him to rope his arms around her back, pull her close, dig his face into her neck. Hinata, smiling, runs her fingers through the spikes in his hair. As she opens her mouth, his breath hitches in his throat, and he waits, agonized.

A giggle passes her lips as she presses them to his skin. "Okay," she murmurs, and she kisses him. Naruto lets out a throaty sigh.

"Okay."