Rating: M

Pair: SasuHina ft. Their Teammates

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First time I've put the title before I've written the story. Let's see what happens.

Bundle up, folks.

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Team 7 and Team 8 were crammed inside the largest tent they had, bundled in blankets and curled into themselves, and not much space was left between each person. They had all been assigned on a mission together to the Land of Waves and had stopped for the night near the country's edge, but an unforeseen cold front had swept through, leaving everyone freezing. A begrudging decision led them all to agree to share a tent together, but the wind whistled insistently, and the ocean air blowing through made the temperature much cooler than what it was.

Shino was closest to the entrance because he assured everyone he didn't mind the cold. Akamaru, Kiba, and Naruto were all lying at the foot of the tent, snoring soundly, huddled up in the heat of each other (mainly Akamaru, no doubt). Sakura was next to Shino, Hinata next to her, and Sasuke taking up the rear.

Hinata couldn't sleep, and half expected everyone else couldn't either. She could hardly make out Sakura's form in front of her, yet she could tell the kunoichi was sleeping well. Hinata knew the reason for her own lack of slumber was because of cold hands.

Sasuke's cold hands.

Sometimes his hands were hot, but, right now, they were very, very cold.

And he was risky.

She shivered, halting the roaming hands on her stomach, and turned her head as carefully as she could, whispering as little above the wind as possible. "Go to sleep."

"Too cold," Sasuke muttered in her ear, pulling her closer. "You're not."

She huffed silently, rubbing his hands with her own. They both might be warmer if they zipped up the sides of their sleeping bags, seeing how the blanket draped over them wasn't of much help, but they had turned them to face each other so they could huddle close as they slept.

It wasn't working out so great.

Sasuke sighed warm breath on her, intertwining their fingers with one hand. "Hinata." His free hand roamed down her stomach, easing underneath her underwear.

She shivered again, a slight whimper slipping through her lips. She brought the edge of her sleeping bag to her mouth, pressing firmly. Sasuke inhaled deeply, stroking the length of her sex with methodical care. He could feel her heart racing, their intertwined hands on her chest. Her breathing was deep and shaky, which oddly calmed his own. He contemplated on entering her when his slow trails became slick, but he decided to save it when he was more awake.

Hinata squeezed his enclosed hand, her breath tripping over itself, when his fingers began to quickly circle her sensitive nerves, building up the tightening pleasure deep within her. She draped her leg over his, allowing him more space, and bit down on her lip to focus on the sensations. His hands were icy, but she was having a hard time distinguishing them from white, hot fire.

Sasuke buried his face in her hair, breathing heavily, and returned pressure to her hand, moving his fingers in small, quick circles. She pressed into him, her breaths turning into small squeaks. The other occupants in the tent began to toss and turn, mumbling incoherently. Hinata tried to keep her voice down, but then she peaked, a sudden but loud gasp shooting from her throat. Her back arched, muscles tightening, and Sasuke groaned, almost crushing her into him.

The others awoke simultaneously, and the two of them kept perfectly still, tense and holding on to each other. Someone from the foot of the tent sat up; Sakura rolled over, asking what was going on; someone tried to speak through a yawn, and another grumbled something. A few drawn out seconds passed before everyone settled down again.

By the time they were sure everyone was asleep, Sasuke and Hinata were finally regaining their breaths, muscles relaxed. Sasuke removed his hand from her underwear, holding her gently.

"Warm?" Hinata whispered drowsily, wiggling to get comfortable.

He nodded, sure she felt it.