My instinct is to always make Sasuke the one who's sexually frustrated and yearning with his "love me" feelings.
Let's change it up a bit.
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One month.
She was in so much pain because of one month.
Hinata lied in bed, sheets and pillows wrinkled and not in their proper places. She had a hard time falling asleep tonight, and it was all because of this pain. Physically, she was perfectly fine, but her heart was aching with desires she wished to act upon but thought maybe her mind wasn't driving her. Maybe her body was driving her. Maybe she just wanted…
She huffed desperately, tossing and kicking what little of her blanket she had off of her. Sasuke Uchiha was on her mind, and her efforts to get him out were pathetic, at best. She didn't want to stop thinking about him, but she did want to stop whatever was causing her this much grief.
He wasn't a new face. She knew him for as long as she could remember because her social group had changed very little since she was a child. Up until a year ago, she never gave the Uchiha much thought as a person she could ever entertain in more than a friendly manner, but they had worked at the same summer job last summer, and they had naturally gravitated towards each other because they hadn't known anyone else. In the two months they worked together, they had actually formed a friendship that wasn't based on mutual association, and they had conversed freely ever since. She was surprised by how casual the friendship had formed once both of them discovered the other wasn't as unapproachable as they seemed, and she was eager to find out if he would be as close to her as Kiba and Shino were.
Another person who felt like family.
But…last month made her worry that would not be the case.
Nothing happened. There was no shift in their dynamics. There was no act that made her realize Sasuke wasn't just her friend. There was no slip of the tongue that hinted at something more.
She just…looked at him.
They were all hanging out with their friends, so she was in a pleasant mood to begin with. There came a moment when she looked at him, when her gaze lingered and a gradual but immense happiness spread through her, and suddenly she realized, in that moment, whether or not it had been there all along or if it could possibly spring on her out of nowhere, that she liked him. As quickly as she realized it, she denied it and tried to rationalize it as something else.
But that was a month ago.
The situation quickly escaped from her control, and she could no longer think of the boy without her body aching with need and her emotions screaming for reciprocation. Maybe she was just infatuated. Maybe their sudden closeness was being confused as romantic and sexual attraction when it wasn't anything like that. Even so, it was becoming more and more difficult for her to interact with him and act like she didn't want more.
The most agonizing adjustment was her thoughts.
Like now, when she was trying to sleep, thoughts of Sasuke invaded her mind, and vivid phantom sensations of him touching her would have her panting in wanton distress. She could almost feel his breath on her skin and the urgency of his movements heatedly, passionately, deliberately, relieving them of the utter ferocity and maddening build up that came with sexual need. It was as if she could hear him, clearly, speaking to her about what he would do to her and what he wanted her to do to him, and her toes would curl at the hunger in these unspoken words.
But these were all a fantasy, and her eyes filled with unfulfilled, frustrated tears, and she wanted nothing more than to act on these impulses. She wanted to tell Sasuke what was going on with her and maybe dispel this whole situation in one physical act that would either disappoint or satisfy her enough that it would all be out of her system, but she couldn't deny that maybe, maybe, she wanted more than just that. Maybe she really did want to be with him in more than a platonic or sexual way. Maybe she wanted to spend moments with him as a couple and enjoy each other's presence with the assurance that her intense feelings were not one-sided and that he actually wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Hinata huffed desperately, wet eyes spilling over with tears, and grasped her hair as she tried to ease her erratic breathing.
She needed him.
She needed him!
Everything ached, and her body felt hot, but, when given the chance, she was too afraid to actually act on any of this. It was too confusing, and their friendship was still relatively new. She hadn't felt intensely for someone in a long time, but this was…this was too agonizing.
She flipped over, squeezing her thighs, and pulled a pillow over her head. Everything kept aching, and it was unbearable.
"Sasuke," she whimpered, her mind yet again invaded by the boy with false words of reassurance and imaginary actions to ease her pains. "Sasuke."