Rating: M

Pair: SasuHina

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I could probably use this for the month (whichever day was "Hinata hates Sasuke"), but ya know. It wasn't my intent.

Anyway, I'm practicing.

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It was the way his bare body felt pressed against hers.

It was the way reason and logic was lost when he was buried deep inside her.

It was the way sex with Hinata made him forget he wasn't supposed to want this.

Her arms were wrapped around him, thighs clinging around his waist as he rocked inside her – slow, firm, deliberate. Her cries of pleasure were whispered breaths today. She pleaded for more, sighed his name, encouraged him to keep going, and he listened to it all. He allowed her words to fuel him, heat long since engulfed his body forming sweat between them. One arm wrapped around her, angling her lower half upwards, and his other arm gripped the sofa for support.

She knew he wanted to be rid of her.

She knew he was trying to quit all of this.

She knew she didn't love him as much as he loved her.

"Sasuke," she whispered, her fingers gripping his hair, keeping him from moving his ear away from her lips. "Don't stop. I need – you."

He grit his teeth, heart clenching, and ground his hips into hers, pressing harder, moving deeper. He wanted her to stop lying. Her voice hitched, her insides clenching.

"Not so – tight," he panted, but she didn't listen. "Hinata," his voice became feverish. "Not so-"

She moved her hips, building the sensations more than what he was prepared for. Her arms left him, gripping the fabric of the sofa instead.

"Hinata," he said, desperate. "Not yet." He pulled her closer, hoping she'd embrace him again, and buried his face in her neck. "Not – yet."

She smiled, eyes fluttering to the ceiling as she unclenched then clenched again, hard. She arched her back, unintentionally bringing on her own climax, but didn't allow herself to moan out loud. Sasuke's breath caught, his muscles tightening, body shaking as he released.

"Dammit," he grit, flashes of heat and blotches of light invaded his senses. Hinata made his orgasms feel maddening – like he'd get lost in them – but maybe that's because she always caught him off guard.

Sex only lasted as long as she wanted it to, and his body obeyed her more than him these days.

"Dammit," he said again, pulling his arm from under her and pushing himself up. He stared down at her. She was catching her breath, staring off to the side. She had only worn a bra under her jacket today.

He had only managed to get her pants and underwear off.

She had undressed him completely.

"Stop."

"Stop what?" she breathed, not looking at him.

"Toying with me."

"I would never toy with you, Uchiha-san." She sat up, pulling away from him so he was no longer in her. "I treat you as fairly as you treated everyone else."

He flinched, his chest tightening. "I'm diff-"

"I have to go." She got up and put on her pants and underwear. "I have a mission tomorrow."

He watched as she straightened herself. "You're not serious about me."

"But you're serious about me."

"You shouldn't have made me fall for you."

Hinata walked towards the door. "You shouldn't have hurt my friends." She stopped, looking back at him. "I love you, Sasuke."

He looked away, face contorting into a scowl. "Get out."

She smiled before she left.

The Uchiha fell back onto the couch, groaning as the dread settled in. If this was karma, he didn't think it was justified.