Chapter 14: Of Reunions

Okay. So, this chapter is the lemon. Let me just come out and say that this is my first time writing a lemon, and I realized how... embarrassing it is to write! It's one thing to think about it, I guess, but it's a whole other to actually WRITE IT ALL DOWN. To make it easier on myself, I avoided using... um, TECHNICAL terms...

So, yeah. Please keep in mind that I'm still new to this when reading... fingers crossed... To McKazekage: I was trying to make it realistic when writing that chapter... I'm glad it actually worked out! Thanks :)

DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN NARUTO.

"Damn it, Kiba, you're heavy," muttered Kankurō as he brought Kiba down onto the mattress, trying not to be harsh with him. Kiba mumbled out an incomprehensible response to Kankurō's complaint, which he could only shrug off. Akamaru nudged his master's side, a whine starting in the back of his throat. The dog put his front paws up onto the bed and licked Kiba's face. Kankurō muttered, "Sorry you've gotta see him like this, Akamaru."

"It's not like he hasn't… seen me like this before," Kiba grumbled. He grabbed onto Kankurō's shirt sleeve. "Hey… is there anymore alcohol…?"

Kankurō pried his hand off of him. "No." Kiba stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. All he could do in response is roll his eyes and help his friend into a laying position. Akamaru used his teeth to tug off Kiba's shoes, making him giggle like a moron. I used to hate kids. Now I hate drunk people, thought Kankurō at the mess of a friend before him. "Starting tomorrow, you're going absolutely sober."

"I wouldn't… have drunk so much if you weren't so… mad at Kakashi-sensei," grumbled Kiba unhappily as Kankurō carefully laid a blanket on his bared body. Kiba grabbed the edge with his hand and pulled it up to cover his shoulder, glaring at his friend. He tried to poke Kankurō in the chest, but with what Kankurō figured to be double-vision he just couldn't. "If you could just… admit it to Hinata-chan and… be with her again, maybe… getting sober would be a hell of… a lot easier."

Kankurō smirked down at his blunt friend. He patted his cheek softly. "Go to sleep, you alcoholic," he said, "I'll be right next door, alright? Just call if you need someone."

"No… need," he whispered, "Akamaru knows the… drill." Akamaru barked, drawing Kankurō's attention. At the large dog's feet sat a small plastic garbage can that had obviously been scrubbed out frequently. It smelled of bleach. How much does he drink? Kankurō thought, rubbing his head and holding back a smile.

"Still," said Kankurō, "Just call, alright?"

"Ah… sure," he responded, grabbing his pillow. He let one eye shut, but was still fighting with the other. "Hey… Kankurō…? I'm sorry you… had to see that. Sorry I embarrassed you like… that. And Hinata… God, Hinata… she'll probably kill me… once I get over the hangover." Kankurō had to laugh at that: he had vomited all over her on the way over from the bar. She was probably still in the shower, getting all of the puke out of her hair… Kankurō's laughter stopped. The thought of her naked… "Go get her."

Kankurō blinked. "What?"

"I said… go get her," said Kiba, giving up on the fight with his eyelid. "Go get her back, Kankurō… I can't say it enough…"

Kankurō began to shake his head. "What if she…"

"Don't think… about it. Stop… thinking about it. She's it for you, my friend… she's the love of your fucking… life. So go get her back… you moron," grumbled Kiba, somehow able to finally poke him in the chest with his eyes closed. "This is your… chance… idiot…" Kiba's voice trailed off as he drifted off to sleep. His look of frustration slipped off his face as he began to sleep. The only thing that indicated that he'd had a troubling night was the blush on his cheeks.

Kankurō sighed, staring at his friend. "Akamaru, you agree with me that it's hard, right?" he asked the dog, turning around to rub the dog's giant head. Akamaru's eyes narrowed at him, something that did not escape his notice. "You agree with Kiba?" The dog showed his approval for Kiba's idea by clamping his teeth onto Kankurō's hand. He winced in pain, feeling his canines pierce his skin. Dammit, Akamaru, he thought as the dog released him, can't you be on my side sometimes?

Kankurō got up, smiling sadly down at the dog as he left the room. He nodded at Kiba's older sister, Hana. "Thanks for allowing Hinata and I to stay overnight to follow up with his condition."

"It's alright. From what I could tell from Kiba's nonsensical mutterings, it's partially your fault he's so wasted," said Hana, making Kankurō blush and look away. "It's alright; it's not your fault that the boy has absolutely no self control when it comes to liquor." She smiled at him. "Besides, I couldn't just leave Hinata to stand there covered in his multi-colored vomit. That'd just be cruel. I'm just sorry you have to stay in one room with Hinata. We're a kind of large family and we don't have a lot of guests." She seemed sheepish.

"No, it's alright," said Kankurō, shaking his head. "Thank you, Hana-sama." He nodded once again and started away from her.

"He's right, you know." Kankurō looked back at her. She smiled softly. "Kiba. He's right about you, and Hinata. Any old idiot can tell how badly you have it for her… only people in love look at each other the way you two do." She came close to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "So go for her." She turned away, saying with a laugh in her voice, "Our rooms are soundproofed, so don't worry about too much noise!"

Kankurō blushed, but his groin tightened again at the thought of making Hinata scream his name. Of what he was doing to make it possible… to feel her tremble as she came… oh, fuck, it's so glorious. Kankurō slipped inside the room, trying to ignore the aching his groin was causing him. Instantly, he was greeted with the smell of flowers, something delicate but so noticeable. He pushed the door to the small bathroom open to see her, or at least her silhouette, in the middle of washing herself. He followed the profile of her figure: her breasts, her tight, small stomach, her hips, her ass, those legs… he gulped and gripped his pants tightly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! (A/N: from here, it basically falls into the lemon. If you're not comfortable with lemons or are underaged, you should skip down to the bottom of the chapter and click "Next" immediately.)

Kankurō stumbled back, closing the door once again. He sat down on the bed and tried to ignore his stiff member. He put his elbows onto his knees, putting his head on his palms. Shit, she's finally here, and I'm apprehensive… He had often pictured her, thought about her. Different scenarios. Different settings. He thought about the many dreams he had about her, the many cold showers he had because of her. And now that she was here, he was hesitant to take advantage of it. They could be lying, or they could be wrong, he thought, nothing she's done indicated that she still has feelings for—

"Kankurō."

His head snapped up when he heard her utter his name in that sweet, sexy voice of hers. But she wasn't in the room… she was still in the shower? Why would she be calling him from there…? "Oh, Kankurō." Realization dawned on Kankurō's features. Well, this indicates that she has feelings for me, he thought, his hands shaking. She was thinking about him for sure right now. He licked his lips as his body worked by itself, tugging his shirt over his head.

What're you doing?! Kankurō's brain screamed at him as he kicked off his sandals. That doesn't mean she wants you right now!

She moaned out again, making Kankurō swallow and his brain reconsider. I think it does, his libido responded. I really think it does. And she wants you bad, Kankurō, she really does. Don't you hear her, screaming your name like that? His libido made a valid point, and his body was in definite agreement as it moved closer to the bathroom. His brain made a last-minute judgment call: it made him stub his toe against the dresser.

Hard.

"SHIT!" he screamed out, snapping out of his daze. He heard an 'eep' sound resonate from the bathroom, and the water stopped running. He groaned, bending over in front of the bathroom door as Hinata ran out, towel wrapped haphazardly around herself and senbon in her hand. Kankurō had to grin at the sight of his most favored weapon in her small hand from the corner of his eye. She let out a shaky, relieved sigh and let her hand fall to her side.

"What the hell was that?" she asked.

"I stubbed my toe," he muttered.

"Where's your shirt?"

"I took it off. I was looking for a new one. I thought I saw some puke on the sleeve." For the love of all that's holy, Hinata, do NOT go and check to see if I really have puke on the sleeve, because that thing fell on the floor and I cannot handle it if you were to bend down in front of me right now! The thought of her bending over in that towel was enough to make him harder… he didn't need to see it in real life and make it any worse on himself. Kankurō felt the throbbing in his toe eventually go away, and he stood up and walked over to the bed, picking up his shirt.

"You didn't… hear anything, right?" she asked, blushing deeply.

"What… no," he said, trying to make it sound like the craziest idea ever. I, for one, heard everything, said his libido. He forced a smile at her and covered his groin with the fallen shirt. "Nothing at all… why, did you hear something?"

"Besides you testing out your new feet? No," said Hinata, looking away from him and turning, going through the drawers. Kankurō's eyes widened as he noticed she was definitely beginning to… bend over… she was going to a lower drawer to find something to wear over her still-clean bra and panties. He thought frantically, Oh, shit, no, do something now!

"Hey! Um, take this!" he said, throwing his shirt at her. She barely turned in time to catch it. She raised an eyebrow in question, and he forced a smile at her.

"I thought you saw puke on the sleeve," she reminded him.

He forced a smile. "Uh, yeah. But it was nothing. Just a figment of my imagination," he said in a shaky voice. Hinata's eyebrow was still raised, but she hesitantly accepted the information, slipping back into the bathroom with his shirt in hand. Kankurō groaned and laid down on his back, putting his face in his hands. These damn Inuzuka's are making me go fucking crazy! I don't even have her back yet, and they're all telling me to sleep with her tonight! She'd hit me or something!

Though, she did take the shirt, his libido said wisely.

Shut up! You've gotten us in enough trouble tonight, his brain snapped. Kankurō sighed. Now I have inner arguments between myself and my dick. That's just bloody fantastic…

"Kankurō, your shirt's a little big," said Hinata, interrupting his thoughts. He sat up to see her in it. Her left shoulder slipped out of the collar, making the left sleeve longer than the right. She had to push back the ends far to make even the tips of her hands visible. The shirt's bottom ended on her mid-thigh. She is not making this any easier… especially when she lets her hair out… I think I like her long hair a lot more than the other style…

"It's fine," said Kankurō, thinking that he just earned a spot in a very special type of hell.

"Thank you," she said with a small smile, shutting off the bathroom light and making her way over to the bed. She sat down beside him, unsure of what to say to the half-naked man next to her. She was actually having a hard time even thinking, all she could see was those biceps she was almost positive he hadn't had before… or any other muscle on his sexy upper body. Before, he'd been a lean kind of guy, which she hadn't minded. But now? He'd filled out.

And those scars?

They made him look even sexier.

My imagination did him no justice, she thought as she tried to discretely take in his new image. "How did you get these scars?" she asked, trying to make it feel less awkward.

"Oh, um," he said in a mumble, rubbing the back of his neck. That motion had been adorable when they were younger. But now she wasn't twelve; she was sixteen. And now it was so. Fucking. Hot. Hinata just wanted to tackle him and straddle him… "My father did it to me."

"Your… father?" she asked, confused. She had known that he had issues with fathers, but she hadn't known how deep those issues had truly run. She had thought that he was just being… a fourteen year old boy. Well, he did tell her once that his father had made sure to beat the childhood out of him. And he definitely wasn't kidding. Her hand traveled across his chiseled abdomen to his hip. "Your father gave you this?"

"Ah, yeah. I was six," he said, looking down at the large burn scar. "I played with a bunch of kids while traveling with my father. He didn't like that. He sent Gaara and Temari away with the bodyguards, giving them instructions to never turn back even if they heard me screaming. Then he got these two others to hold me over the fire that we had at the camp. Every time I screamed, he made them lower me down… until I blacked out."

"You got this… for playing with people?" She was disgusted. Her hand traveled up to what looked like a kunai wound on his ribs. "What about… this?"

"I was eleven. Got my first kiss from this girl whose father mine considered to be an enemy. That was the first time my father came at me with real intent to kill. Damn near successful, too." He hesitantly turned to let her see his broad back. She saw so many other scars there as well. "These are from when I was really young. From when I was three up until I was seven. He had a whip, but Ojisan took it and when he blew up, he destroyed it. I think he was trying to stop my father from harming me ever again, because he wouldn't allow any medics to touch it. Since Ojisan was a nurse, I see how it bothered him so." Kankurō touched the edge of one of the gashes on his back. "There are so many, I can't even remember what they're from sometimes. And I'm glad I don't." He rolled his shoulders. Hinata reached out and touched the ugly scar.

"It feels like… it's a ridge," she said, noticing it made his skin bumpy. "They're like long ditches."

"Yeah, I know." He shivered at her touch. "My father's probably still laughing about it in his grave right now. This entertained him to no end." Hinata's low growl shocked him. He looked over his shoulder and grinned at the tiny girl. "Um… Hinata?"

"No one should touch you like that," she muttered angrily, "You don't deserve it, especially at such a young age. And for your father to do it to you… I hope he rots in hell."

"I remember saying that to you once, about your father."

"And then you punched him in the face and made him better." She pushed on his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and face her. She was now blushing, but set in what she was about to do. Kankurō raised an eyebrow at her as she pushed him down onto his back. "You made a lot of things better in my life," she whispered, straddling his lap.

"I also fucked up your trust," he grumbled, looking away from her.

"You gave me confidence," she said softly. If it hadn't been for him, she would have never approached Kakashi for training. "You gave me aspirations." Her need to prove her equality had become her goal. "You gave me power." She was a powerful puppet user now, instead using actual human bodies instead of wooden puppets. And there were her skills in her affinity, which he inadvertently helped with. "You gave me family." That punch he'd given Hiashi had made him realize so many things wrong with the clan. "You gave me so much love. More love than I deserve, all from one person."

Kankurō's eyes widened. "Hinata, you deserve so much more than what I give you. I'm trying to be the man you deserve, the one that's good for you, but I just can't do it. I'm sorry."

She giggled, blushing. "You are the one person with less self-confidence than I have," she said, rubbing her thumb over his nipple. He groaned at the contact. She watched as the bud hardened; a small smile on her face. She bent over him and kissed the hard tip. He groaned again. "Kankurō, I miss you, I love you, and I'm asking you… no, begging; I'm begging you to be mine again and make love to me tonight," she murmured, sitting back up. Boldly, she lifted the shirt over her head. He gasped out at the sight of her in a black strapless bra and a simple thong. Simple, but gorgeous on her; the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She could wear a burlap sack and he'd think she looked sexy and perfect. Because she was perfect.

Too fucking perfect to be mine, he thought. His gloved hands moved up to touch her thighs and run up her perfect body, to touch her hips, her waist, her breasts, her shoulders, her neck, and finally frame her face. Her pale lavender eyes looked down at him, and she didn't breathe. Waiting, he realized, for his answer. "Do you mean it, Hina?" he murmured. "I mean… me, who basically made you have to live knowing that some nut job wants to take you?"

"I don't blame you for that," she whispered, grabbing his gloved right hand with hers and kissing his fingertips. Before he could think of the words to stop her, she pulled off the glove and saw the burn. She bit her lip and stared. To his surprise, she brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it. "Don't ever believe that, Kankurō. Trust me. You are not a weak man." She smiled at him. "You still haven't answered me."

"Hinata…" he murmured, shaking his head, "How can you take off your top and show some guy all of that and still think he'd have the restraint left to say no?" She smiled as he sat up and brought his hands to her lower back, pressing her against him. "So you are my girlfriend again?" he asked, his lips millimeters away from hers.

"Yes," she managed to say before he smashed against her lips, kissing her passionately. He could feel her trembling under his fingertips. She ran hotter now, her heat almost burning his fingers. When she opened her mouth to moan his name, he forced his tongue into her mouth, and their tongues met in that dance they both knew so well.

Kissing, they knew. Love-making was different. Love-making was new, unknown territory.

Hinata took the initiative, her hand traveling down his chest and abs to his pants. She unbuttoned them and released him from their growing tightness, sitting up a bit to push them down his legs, leaving them around his ankles. He was about to finish kicking them off when she rubbed his tip, forcing him to submit. Fuck it, I'll do it later. We have all night, he thought as she wrapped her hands around him and rubbed his length.

He groaned into her open mouth, which wasn't there much longer—she began to travel down, kissing each scar she passed on her way down. The sensitive skin surrounding each one hummed with the most pleasure. He raised his head to watch her in her administrations over his body. "How do you even know what to do?"

She raised her head slightly. "Your sister is dating Shikamaru. Shikamaru is my friend. She became my friend by default. And she lends me her romance novels." Never before had he been so thankful with his sister's obsession for written porn. He had thought it gross, but it was working out very well in his favor. She returned to what she was doing, making sure her bra rubbed against his shaft before she kneeled down now, and she finished pushing down the pants the rest of the way, leaving him completely and shamelessly naked.

Kankurō was about to ask what she was doing, but then she licked his tip. Oh, shit, that's what she's doing, he thought, dropping back onto his back. He felt her take him deeper into his mouth. And she's doing good at it, that's fucking sure… "God, Hina-chan. That feels good." She let her teeth scrape lightly against his skin. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure overcome his body. This is not my Hinata. She was never this confident… but I like what she's doing to me… I like this new one…

Kankurō felt himself almost poised for explosion, his peak quickly coming to him. God, yes. Keep going, Hina… wait, what the hell? Kankurō thought as cold air wrapped around his manhood. Did she… stop? He felt her small hands on his thighs, pressing against them and using them to stand up. He cracked open an eye to see her grinning mischievously down at him. "Tease," he groaned as he wrapped an arm around her and brought her down on the bed, turning over so she lay underneath him.

"Wasn't as so much of teasing as preparing," she replied, blushing at the prospect of what Kankurō might be thinking. He smiled his own mischievous smile now, and her breath stopped. He can't be thinking that. He really can't be thinking what I think he's going to do. "W-What a-are you going to d-do to m-me, K-Kurō?" Dammit, he reduced me to stutters again… damn him…

His smile widened as his hand slowly roved up her soft skin, taking every new curve into memory. His hand found her breast, and he squeezed it through the bra. She gasped, and he kissed her. "I'm going to 'prepare' you… like you did to me," he murmured as he kissed and suckled his way down to her breast. She moaned as he took her flesh between his lips. "I want people, when they look at you, to know that you're mine," he murmured as he softly kissed the spot, moving down.

"I-I didn't d-do that to you," she whispered as his hand wrapped around and undid the strap holding her bra on her. Her hands wrapped around his broad back, feeling every part of him she could as he began to suckle her breasts. When he lightly bit her hardened pink nipple, she pressed her fingernails into the flesh of his marred back, drawing blood. "Oops."

"It doesn't matter to me," he whispered hotly, turning his attentions to her other breast. "Someone will see that and know I'm yours now. Though, they didn't need that to know that I've always been yours." His hands traveled downwards to her lacy thong, tugging it down. Her hand traveled down to grab his manhood, making him groan and stop her.

"What are you…?"

"I'm not done yet, love," he whispered, kissing her throat lightly. "I have one more place I haven't… tasted yet, and it's something I was quite looking forward to." His hand left hers to cup her womanhood, touching her folds with his middle finger. She gasped and closed her eyes, shivering in fear, apprehension, and the utmost pleasure; making her face warm up. His finger, which had only been stroking, began to slowly push inside of her. "Trust me, this is important," he murmured, moving down her body, watching her face. "Do you trust me, Hina-chan?"

"Umm, yes," she whispered; her back arching. He smiled as he slipped off of the bed, directing his gaze to her womanhood. He blew against it, making her murmur his name in reverence. He moved his finger slowly within her as he brought his tongue to a sensitive spot. Her hands flew out to grab her hands, but he stopped her; grabbing her by the wrists and holding her still.

"Don't touch. I want this to be the only sensation you feel," he said, removing his finger and replacing it with his tongue. Damn, she tastes pretty good. She tastes good, and it's nice and hot…

"AAH!" she gasped sharply, her eyes squeezing tight as she thrust her hips towards him, inviting him to travel within her. His free hand grabbed her leg, pulling it over his shoulder as he pushed his tongue as far as it would go within her. "K-Kankurō. More. Please, oh God, do more."

He smirked and licked off more wetness, removing himself from her folds. She gasped out in a mixture of disappointment and pleasure, pushing up onto her elbows to watch Kankurō kiss his way back up to her mouth. "Like I said… I wanted to prepare you, Hina-chan," he said with a grin as she stuck out that pink bottom lip at him. He kissed it before sucking on it, making her moan again and begin to lay back. He grabbed her hips and flipped them over, bringing her onto his lap. She looked down at him, confused. "I worship you, Hina… it only makes sense I'm below you. I'm your servant." He kissed her hotly again as he brought them back, so that he leaned against the headboard.

She kissed him back and pressed her left hand against the wooden headboard. Her brow furrowed with concentration as her right hand traveled down to Kankurō's hardness, wrapping her hand around him. Slowly, carefully; she lowered herself onto him. Kankurō wrapped his hand around her body, pressing her against him and whispering words of encouragement into her ear. She bit her lip as she felt him at her barrier, already feeling pain. "You can stop if you want to," he whispered, also feeling the barrier.

"No," she murmured, flustered. "I'm just trying to figure out how to do this quickly…"

"It won't be any less painful," he responded, kissing the edge of his lips. He let his hands travel down to her ass, making his way down to her wet folds. His fingers gently pried her apart, making her slip further down on him. She let go of his manhood and grabbed onto his neck, pressing her fingernails into his skin. She gasped out in pain as the barrier finally broke, and he finally filled her. A tear dripped down her face, and he captured it onto his lips. "I'm sorry, Hina-chan. I know it hurts. I'm sorry."

"Please, give a moment," she whispered, trying to get used to the feeling of being so full, so full without relief. Slowly, the pain slipped away, but she knew that to get it completely gone she would have to make it go away. So she began to move, rolling her hips. Kankurō groaned and gripped her hips tightly, almost painfully. He watched her move with half-lidded eyes. Her lips parted and her eyes closed, feeling the pain slip away and the pleasure overtake her. She reveled in it, reveled in the feeling of Kankurō within her, reveled in the feeling of losing her innocence to this boy; this man who loved her so much.

"Hina," he murmured reverently. It was like he was praying to her. She moaned as she increased the speed of her movements. His right hand left her hip and went to cup her face, taking her lips again. She moaned his name against his lips, her hands running up and down his scarred body. She ripped her lips away and moaned out, unable to even think of how to move her lips in a kissing motion. He smirked and dotted her neck with more hickeys. "Do you enjoy this…?"

"Yes," she gasped, adding an extra motion to her movements to make his breath stop. "Oh, God yes. K-Kurō… Kankurō…!" He smirked and flipped them over, her head landing near the end of the bed. He had slipped out of her to do so, making her moan in disappointment before he thrust himself into her. "What… happened to you… being below… me…? Was I not… good?"

"You were like… a goddess," he panted, pulling himself almost out to thrust back in. "But… I want to… make you come… and I need to feel you… under me… at least once… I can't help it… I'm male…" Her legs tangled around his waist, holding him against her. His lips began to bruise hers, but neither of them cared about pain. He kept moving, kept thrusting; speeding up as her breath caught and slowing down as she regained herself, driving both her and him mad with wanting, with need. He hugged her against him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

"I… I… K-Kankurō!" she screamed, finding her release. Her muscles tightened, and Kankurō only found himself able to thrust only a couple or more times before finding himself at his own peak. He tightened his grip around her and stilled her, releasing inside her. Both panted, riding out their pleasures. Sticky and sweaty, the two teenagers lay there; waiting patiently for their highs to drop.

"A-Are you alright?" asked Kankurō when he found his voice, realizing he was pressing her into the mattress. She nodded, and he picked himself off of her, apologizing for dropping like that. She merely smiled and kissed his lips softly.

"Stop it. It was amazing," she whispered, slipping off of the bed. She winced in pain. I didn't realize how much it'd hurt to walk, she thought, sitting on the edge of the bed. Instantly, Kankurō wrapped his arms around her waist and dotted her shoulder with kisses.

"What's wrong? What did I do?" he asked.

"Nothing. I just… it still hurts," she admitted, turning her head to look at his confused face. "Um… my… it… it hurts to walk right now, because of…" She blushed and looked away, unable to find the words to tell him what was wrong with her. "My… body… hurts from the… from the…"

"The sex?" he blurted, realization dawning on his face. Her face heated up more and she nodded, turning away. "I thought… I didn't know it'd be… shit, I'm sorry. If I'd known that, I would've held back so much. Tell me, what do you need? I'll get it for you." He scooped her up, leaning her against the headboard. He moved her hair behind her ear, and she smiled tiredly up at him. "What were you going for?"

"Towel," she murmured. His brow furrowed, and then he looked down at her thighs, realization dawning on his features. "I need warm water on a hand towel." He nodded, understanding her realization. He kissed her lips softly and went off to the bathroom, doing exactly as she asked him to. She reached out for the small towel when he came back, but her grabbed her wrist.

"No, I'll do it," he insisted. Having no energy, she simply nodded. He separated her thighs and softly began to wipe her down, cleaning up the mess he'd caused. "Is that… better?"

"Yes, thank you," she whispered as he nodded, throwing the towel down and yanking off the top blanket from underneath her. She was confused as he ripped it off of the bed, tossing it onto the floor and crawling onto the bed himself. "Why…?"

He blushed. "We… the mess wasn't only on your thighs." Her face became inflamed. She ducked her head, groaning in embarrassment. They're going to know. They're going to see it and they're going to know what we did! She could already hear the mortifying innuendos Kiba would make at her expense. Despite her ANBU training, she still wasn't the best at taking embarrassing jokes; especially about such private and important moments. Kankurō chuckled at the sight of her like this and kissed her shoulders. "Don't worry about it. We'll deal with it together. Now pick your head up, Hina-chan, and smile at me."

"I'm so embarrassed. He'll know!"

Kankurō's smirk widened. "It doesn't matter. People will find out eventually, I guess. Besides, they just left two teenagers in a room together. I bet they figured this would happen," he said. She picked her head up, her eyes narrowing at him. She whacked him with the pillow, making him laugh. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into him, yanking the pillow away from her and throwing it to the foot of the bed. She giggled against his chest and gave into him. He kissed the top of her head, laying down now as they calmed down. "Please tell me that you'll never be embarrassed about this. It's natural."

"I know," she whispered, resting her cheek against his chest, a scar tickling her chin. Her hand rested on his abdomen. She kissed his chest once again and blinked, feeling tired. "I love you," she murmured as she drifted off to sleep in the warm, safe embrace of her lover's arms. He rubbed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head again.

"I love you too," he replied sleepily, joining her in sleep.