Rating: T+/M

Rating: SasuHina

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Practicing with mood and emotions. Maybe even a little build up.

Practice.

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Everyone always talked about how great being intimate felt.

They liked to talk about the fiery emotions, blinding passion, and, occasionally, the solidifying bond. The idea of being caught up in the moment was the preferred way of getting there, and maybe she was starting to understand why.

Hinata realized how little people talked about…the after.

Maybe it was because it was her first time engaging in something sexual (or something that resulted in her release), but Hinata was filled with embarrassment and slight confusion after all the fire and blinding had subsided.

She and Sasuke had gotten caught up in a moment, and it led to the Uchiha showing just how heated things could get with his lips and tongue in places she hadn't even imagined his lips and tongue being.

And it had felt…good.

But it led her asking why.

Because months of heated kissing and sensual touching never hinted at him wanting to do…that to her. She always thought he wanted nothing more than to have conventional sex, but he seemed entirely intent on her getting off.

Enraptured, even.

Completely focused.

Hinata flushed, unzipping her jacket to let her body temperature air out. She needed to talk to someone about it. She wanted to talk to another female about it, but she wasn't particularly willing to go into detail about her steamy interactions.

And the only others she felt fully comfortable with conveying these woes with were the members of her team, and she'd hate to see the reactions of both her male teammates and her sensei.

So that only left Sasuke…

…who had been ever so patiently waiting for her to finally say something.

He sat in a backwards chair, arms folded on the head and face partially hidden. He watched her carefully as she sat on her bed, still airing herself out. She wouldn't let him sit next to her, hence the unnecessary chair, and he wondered why this whole situation was making him…hot.

She looked at him, burrows furrowed, cheeks tinted, and removed her jacket all together. "I've been a little…confused around you."

Sasuke remained silent for a few seconds before lifting his head. "Because of what I did?"

"Well…yes."

"I ate you-"

"That's not what I mean!" She picked up her jacket to fan herself. "I-I mean, I didn't… I didn't think you wanted to do that."

"It's a problem?"

"I don't know," she admitted, her eyes looking at her flapping jacket. "It's just… It's just…"

It was just she couldn't get it out of her head how easily it all happened. Half naked bodies, trailing kisses, and then jolting, hot pleasure from his tongue swirling, licking, coaxing – mouth sucking, teasing, pleasing!

Hinata sighed shakily, squeezing her thighs together. "Wow…"

Sasuke smoothed back his hair, looking away from her. "Is it weird to do that? I was just so…so… Lost."

"Lost?"

He looked at her. "In you. With you. Did you not like it?"

"I wasn't…expecting it," she mumbled. "You've never…done anything like that before."

"Mm." He cleared his throat, not sure what to say. "Sorry."

"I'm not upset. It's just… Ask me…next time. Things like that… Ask. It was nice but…I just really need to be prepared for what happens."

"Mm." He sat up straighter, ruffling his hair. "Okay." He hesitated. "How about now?"

She flushed, wide eyes snapping to him, but her heart was rejoicing. "Now?"

He nodded. "Your sister is out training with your father, right?"

"Y… Yes."

"And your cousin is…"

"Out…"

"And everyone else at least knocks first." He waited, gauging her reaction. "It's just a question."

Hinata pressed her lips together, her thighs squeezing tighter. She set her jacket aside, her voice almost a whisper. "You really want to… Here?"

He rocked in his chair. "Yeah." He exhaled slowly, his heart racing, mind fogging. He wanted to say he was really turned on by how she kept everything to huffs, pants, and whispers – how he was a little curious why he felt the need to do this again despite his body wanting so much more.

Maybe because his mind was relatively clear, and, if they were both lost in pleasure, his memory on her sexual mannerisms may be overlooked.

And he liked to look.

Hinata pushed her lip with her index finger, already knowing she was just afraid to come off eager. "Okay."

Sasuke wet his lips, making sure he didn't stand up too quickly, and walked over to kneel in front of the heiress. She watched as he unbuttoned her pants, aiding him in pulling them off. He idly touched her through her underwear before removing them as well.

She inhaled sharply, legs closing, body trembling. "Sorry," she whispered, slightly laughing.

"It's fine," he murmured, easing her legs open.

"Ah." She stopped him, hands on his. "What about you?"

"Me…" he repeated

"You…" A smile tugged her lips. "You looked like you could use some…help."

"Mm." He smirked, spreading her legs more. "We'll get there."

Hinata gasped, gripping his shirt.