I seemed to remember someone saying they wanted more to happen between Hinata and Sasuke.

I agree.

So don't be surprised, but I'm bumping the rating to M. Because I don't think what I've just written will be acceptable to the T's XD

Enjoy ;D

This was the first month of their relationship.

Hinata's freshly manicured fingers slipped into the crook of his arm, her knuckles white, as she held on tight. Sasuke felt a smirk descend upon his lips as they walked briskly down the street. The air was cool and the dress she was wearing didn't permit for a bra, strapless or not. It was tight and a royal purple chiffon, with a deep sweetheart neckline that showed a generous amount of cleavage. Obviously, it hadn't been her choice, as he knew for a fact Hanabi had visited her earlier in the day. And obviously, Hinata had let the cat out of the bag and Hanabi had insisted they go shopping for something sexy to wear on their date.

Sexy indeed.

They were going to be into the hottest, classiest nightclub in Japan. Sunset In Tokyo was known for being the only club that permitted you be a club member to get inside, or a hotshot celebrity. No one knew where the exact location was, except for members and celebrities. And their friends, if members/celebrities decided to bring friends. Or if they didn't want their friends to know, they could have a limo with blackened out windows pick them up.

"Quit fidgeting," he ordered in a smooth voice, glancing down at her. Tonight, she looked beautiful, almost like a Gothic princess, despite her innocent expression. With her glossy auburn hair straightened with her blunt fringe, it hung down her back just a few inches past her shoulder blades. The spaghetti straps and ruched front of her dress enhanced her already huge bust and Sasuke was finding it hard not to reach down and tug the front of her dress down, just to get a peek at those beauties.

Her hand came up and she tugged at the front, making her breast bounce as she tried to make herself modest, when it was really having the opposite effect. Sasuke rolled his eyes behind his shades and brushed her hand away, ordering softly, "Stop fidgeting. You look great."

His fingers brushed against the skin of her breast and she sucked in a breath sharply, as if a jolt had shot through her body. From the corner of his eye, he could see the way her face turned pink and the way her dress couldn't seem to hide what exactly was going through her.

Unconsciously, she pressed herself against him, keeping her head bowed as they approached the alleyway. They had to walk about five meters from where Sasuke had parked the Aston Martin then another two down the dark aisle. Her breathing grew shaky and hesitant, as they stopped in front of a heavy walnut door. It had a golden lion's head doorknocker. The gold seemed so out of place in the grungy alley, and especially them. Sasuke had prided himself on his outfit; a untucked dark blue button-down and a pair of loose-fitting dark-wash jeans, pulled together with his black distressed leather jacket and his favorite aviators.

"Sasuke-kun?"

Sasuke blinked, looking down at his pretty little arm candy. Her eyes were wide, the lavender almost white in the darkness. A shiver shot up her back and he smirked in the dimness, sliding off his jacket and draping it around her shoulders. Then, cupping her chin, he tilted her head back and placed a gentle delicate kiss on her nose.

She breathed out slowly, her glossy soft pink lips glinting in the silvery moonlight. Her eyes were hooded and desire were in their depths, but he wouldn't let himself do that to her. She was too . . . pure. A snow white angel that God had sent to Earth just for him. And he wanted to taint her when he was good and ready.

She stood close to him, a little irritation in the huff of her breath. He pretended to not notice, since she would probably deny that she even had such lewd thoughts running ramped in her mind. Raising a hand, he gripped the ring hanging from the lion's jaw and knocked three times. Hinata trembled beside him.

He slid a hand down her back, his fingers tracing her the delicate curve of her curvy body before resting his hand just above her ample ass. Pulling her close, he ducked his head and planted a kiss just behind her ear. He bit her earlobe gently, enjoying the sound of her sharp exhale of breath. She arched against him instinctively as his hand squeezed the cheek of her ample ass, a blush covering her face as she let her eyes flutter close, hiding her lust.

"Uchiha."

Sasuke lifted his head, a hand in his pocket to look at Juugo, who had opened the door. "Juugo. I brought a friend."

Juugo bobbed his head and stepped aside, looking straight ahead with an emotionless expression. Sasuke ushered her in ahead of him, his face decorated by his shades and a smug smirk with knowledge of knowing that he had gotten under his girlfriend's creamy white skin. Hinata flashed Juugo a shy smile, the heels of her rich black Vera Wang feminine ankle-strap sandals (she still wondered how she hadn't fallen in the spike heels) clicking against the dim corridor's polished marble floors.

Wall scones light up the room every two meters and Hinata felt how different the area was. The walls were a smooth sandy brown, the floors glinting a buttery cream in the dim lighting. There were no decorations, save for a few paintings. It was beautiful, she realized. Classy and modern. This fit Sasuke perfectly. And with a sigh of relief, she knew she wasn't too dressed up for this night.

At the end of the empty corridor, there was a pair of heavy arched doors just like the front. They were made of the same heavy walnut wood, but they were less grungy, more classical. As if she were about to enter a palace. There were no handles that she could see as they approached. Did that mean someone would swing them open? She fully expected to see two men dressed in sharp tuxedos, like Juugo, step out from the shadows and push on the doors, opening them as easily as if they were the doors at a grocery store.

Instead, when they were just two and a half feet away, the doors swung open slowly. A gasp escaped her lips and Sasuke smirked. He knew the secret to why the doors swung open gracefully. There were pressure pads just under the tile that allowed the mechanisms connected to doors to swing them open, as if they opened by themselves. It was very clever design, meant to impress every time someone used them. And Sasuke was certainly impressed every time.

They glided through and Hinata gasped for a second time. The inside was amazing. Dark purple satin was used like wallpaper on the walls. The dance floor was lowered, with three steps leading down the lit up tiles of the floor while in a glass dome protruding from the wall just fifteen meters from the floor a DJ was having a grand time mixing beats. Wall scones were used to lighting, save for the bar, which took over an entire corner of the room. Black wrought iron railing lined the floor and tables with buttery cream silk tablecloths and matching cushioned carved back cherry wood chairs were seated around them.

She tilted her head back and realized that they were only on the first floor. It looked as if they were hotel rooms and Hinata felt her cheeks begin to burn as a woman in a tight dark metallic silver jersey halter dress and matching heels walked out of one of the rooms, licking her puffy lips. She leaned over the railing, her glossy blond hair sliding down her shoulders. A man joined her and their chemistry was so palpable Hinata had to turn away, sure that very soon, something intimate would happen between them.

The people on the dance floor were dressed up just like she was, in designer names and expensive shoes. But that didn't seem to matter, because they were bumping and grinding to the music just the same. She blushed as a woman grinded her hips into a man, her head thrown back, her red lips stretched into a grin. Hinata realized she could never let go like that, mainly because she was afraid that someone would see her and remember that she was a Hyuga.

She pressed herself against Sasuke and bowed her head, letting her gaze bounce off everything from under her lashes.

Sasuke cupped her chin and looked straight in her eyes. His had discarded his glasses and the onyx was absolutely breathtaking, literally. She found it hard to catch her breath as he pressed his lips over hers in a sweet kiss. A jolt of electricity shot through her and a tremble ran up her back. Too many images of him pleasing her flashed through her mind in startling clarity, causing her to throb between her legs. Lately, Sasuke seemed to have that affect on her.

"Quit fidgeting," he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "You look wonderful."

She closed her eyes as her stomach fluttered. His breath was warm and minty-fresh. It curled over her eyelashes and dug into her sense of smell, filling her with lust and desire. She ducked her head, hiding her eyes, hoping to God he didn't see what was going on inside her mind. She knew her face was a straight gateway to her feelings, which was how Hiashi had managed to find out when she was lying when she was younger.

His fingers curled around her chin, pulling her head back up. "I said stop. Be a good girl and stop fidgeting." A smirk crossed his lips as she fought back the urge to duck her head again, instead lifting her chin and biting her lip. "Good girl."

He wrapped an arm around her slim waist, leading her towards the bar. Her eyes roamed over the couples and groups who sat in booths and at tables, everyone seemingly relaxed in the comfortable atmosphere. There were so many celebrities, Hinata was surprised the paparazzi weren't having a field day in here. But Sasuke had mentioned no one would be able to find them here.

They passed the tables and Hinata was surprised to find that there was an intimate corner. Espresso brown leather couches and loveseats were everywhere. They were adorned by black, cream and dark purple throw pillows of shapes and sizes. There were a few cashmere blankets in the same colors thrown over their arms and backs. Hinata felt herself relax as the bass beat through her feet to her body. It was like a massage, causing her mind to slow and her shoulders to loosen. She could feel it in Sasuke too, the way he swaggered instead of his usual practiced saunter. The corners of his mouth were tilted up slightly, a sort of conceited half smile.

He sank onto a loveseat and pulled Hinata into his lap. She nestled against him, crossing her legs and sliding her arms into the jacket around her shoulders. The smell of his shampoo and cologne pierced her nose and she inhaled deeply, letting her eyes flutter close. It made her lightheaded and horny, which she guessed was how she had been the whole night. With Sasuke, whole new emotions came into play and she didn't mind. It made her giddy and for the first time that night; she felt a soft smile cross her lips, taking the tension out of her face.

A waiter with platinum blond hair and golden eyes dressed in a crisp white button down, tucked loosely into a pair of rich black slacks and shiny dress shoes walked over. The card clipped to his belt loop said his name was Kin and while Hinata reclined against him, Sasuke ordered a strawberry daiquiri and atomic fireball.

After slipping money out of money clip and handing it to Kin, Sasuke turned his attention towards his beau. Her eyes roamed the room, her body tucked against him. He placed a hand on her lower back and another on her knee, nuzzling her neck. She instinctively arched against him as his tongue skimmed lightly over the skin of her collarbone.

His hand slid up her knee to the edge of her dress as he kissed her passionately, teasing her bottom lip with his tongue. She responded right back, her hands coming up to grip front of his shirt. Her chest heaved up and down as she shyly parted her full lips, their tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouth. He did all the tricks; sucked on her tongue, nibbled her lip. And she followed right along, gasping and moaning so softly, he wondered if he had heard it at all.

He pulled back just as the waiter came back with their drinks balanced on a round polished dark wood tray. His eyes slid over Hinata as she tried to regain her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed over with lust. Sasuke knew exactly what she wanted, even if she didn't know what it was herself. Or maybe she did, but was just too scared to make the first move.

Leaning past her, he took his drink and smirked as it took her a few seconds to register what was going on. She grabbed for her strawberry daiquri and took a deep sip, closing her eyes as the sugar and rum hit her tongue and over took her senses. She swallowed and before she could open her eyes, he kissed her. He parted her lips skillfully, his tongue wrapped around hers, tasting of his martini, sugar, rum and the fireball jawbreaker.

A moan loud enough to catch the attention of a passing couple left her. He chuckled as she pressed into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as her enthusiasm increased.

Squirming in his arms, she felt the throbbing increase; almost matching the fast beat of the song on the dance floor. It flowed through her, making her bold, courageous, adventurous. Sasuke's hand slid under her dress and cupped her cheek, giving it a very suggestive squeeze. A moan left her lips as the warmth speared her core and the throbbing picked up the tempo, driving her insane with pleasure.

And then, as if God had decided enough was enough, she heard an all too familiar laugh.

"Damn, teme! You lucky bastard!"

She snapped back as Sasuke let out an irritated smile. With shaky hands, she smoothed her hair, keeping her head bowed. This is not happening, she thought as dread spread through her. Please let it not be happening.

But it was. Her stomach trembled as the throbbing between her legs seemed to stop all together. She felt like she was going to throw up. It had been years since she had seen him. And she was afraid those azure eyes would draw her in again, breaking her heart all over again, especially when she thought she had moved on. Especially when she had been so excited because she and Sasuke were getting somewhere.

"Fuck," Sasuke grumbled. He sat back, his sliding back up her thigh, sensations zapping through her as the warmth rested on her knee. It went right back to her core and she shifted, loving how the movement brought everything rushing back. She was so sensitive right now, it was a wonder she hadn't fallen apart in Sasuke's arms already.

And then she made the mistake of looking up.

Uzumaki Naruto grinned down at them. Tonight he was dressed in a white-on-white Marc Jacobs striped untucked button down and medium-wash baggy jeans, a silver chain dangling from his belt loop to his pocket and a black, expensive-looking Rolex, which he had modeled. His azure eyes were happy and glinting like gems and all those delicious feelings flooding her began a war against her dread. Her eyes slid to go over his shoulder, but the cerise hair just below his collar caught her attention. She sucked her breath in so sharply, it made her back stiffened.

Sakura stared at them, her made-up emerald eyes glinting with envious thoughts. She was dressed in a black cap-sleeve blazer tight pink silk cami and skin-tight black denim skinny jeans with hot pink stitching. Gold, black and hot pink bangles adorned her thin wrists, which matched her polka-dotted back. a pair of hot pink platform peep-toe ankle-strap sandals adorned her feet, her nude painted toenails peeking through. Suddenly, those black lined eyes averted, her hand coming up to press her knuckles in her mouth.

Hinata felt like she had been sucker-punched in the stomach. Sakura was dating Uzumaki Naruto? The Uzumaki Naruto? Her ex-boyfriend Uzimaki Naruto?

Naruto flashed her a grin. "Good to see ya, Hinata-chan. You look really pretty tonight." He scowled playfully at Sasuke, an arm around Sakura's shoulders as he wagged a finger at Sasuke. "Play nice, you."

Sasuke smirked and pulled Hinata closer, who instantly melted against him, her eyes on her lap, cheeks crimson. "Whatever, dumbass. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Naruto laughed as Sakura shot Sasuke an apprehensive look. "Look who's talking, bastard! You ain't left anything for me to do!"

And then Naruto was whisking Sakura away, towards another loveseat a few meters down. Hinata closed her eyes; the dread disappearing with every meter Naruto was farther away from her. She opened her eyes and squeaked as Sasuke's smoky onyx gazed at her, their uber-coolness flushing her skin and making the throbbing between her legs come back at full force.

"Where were we?" he mumbled in a husky voice before dipping his head and gently nipping her earlobe. She moaned, chasing the thought of Naruto away with Sasuke's kisses.

The next son of a gun who says "That's sweet!" is gonna get it

Imma make sure of it XD

But anyways, sweet was not what I was going for it! Smexy, people!

Oh, and I got better at my kissing scenes. Can't you tell? XD

Hoping you had as much fun as I did! ~CocoaAngel95 ;D