SasuHina Month Extra #5

He had to admit, he loved it when she was angry. She was more aggressive.

It turned him on.

The breath was knocked out of him for a brief moment as Hinata pushed him up against the wall, unbuckling his belt as she kissed him fiercely. The fingers of one hand came up to thread into his hair and a shudder went down his spine at the contact.

But then again, when wasn't she angry? he thought to himself, smirking as he ripped off her jacket and buried his lips in her neck. A gasp escaped her swollen lips and she let her head fall backwards, her silky hair dragging it even further with its weight. He reached down to unzip her shorts, letting it fall down around her ankles, and grabbed her roughly around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Lately, she seemed more angry than usual. Too bad he could read her like a book. Sasuke's lips made their way back to hers, the heat between them making them forget to come back up for air. The snarl in her lips. One hand traveled her down her back, down, down until he grabbed the toned muscle that was her ass. He grunted and squeezed it forcefully, pulling her closer, feeling the tension between his legs grow. The haughty way she flipped her hair back. She let out a sigh then, and in one motion, Sasuke picked her up. Her legs wound around his torso and he carried her to his bed. The confident way she kept her back straight, chest out, and the definition of her chiseled abs taunting everyone. He all but tossed her on the bed and unclasped the back of her bra, nearly throwing it across the room. Sasuke's fingertips trailed up from her hips to the front of her navel and up to caress one of her breasts.

She was such a liar.

Sasuke tore himself away from her. "Koneko-chan," he murmured softly.

The only girl who didn't fall for him.

He hovered above her on his elbows and knees as he studied her. Her hair was splayed behind her like a dark blanket. Her skin was flushed pink with embarrassment and excitement all at the same time, breasts heaving with anticipation. She was looking up at him, and a flash of vulnerability passed through her face before her eyes narrowed and she reached up to grab his face in her hands. "Shut up," she whispered, interrupting his reveling with another kiss. She pulled him close to her, and like always, he let her have her way.

Who still kept her eyes on her childhood crush, Menma, even though he only had eyes for Sakura.

It was nights like these when she was especially angry that she came to him. Banged on his door, demanding to let her in.

She'd fall asleep in his arms, and then before the colors of dawn streaked the sky, she was gone.

"Why doesn't he love me?" she said in a muffled whisper. It was only after they were done that she let herself be remotely affectionate with him. This time, she was curled up against his chest and he was playing with a strand of her hair.

She said it so softly. There was a pain that he could feel and hear underneath the small traces of the drunken slur that still lingered in her voice.

"Whoever's meant to love you will come around eventually. Your time will come. And when it does, you'll know it."

Hinata snorted. "What do you know about love, playboy?" She narrowed her eyes up at him and clutched the blankets around her tighter.

Sasuke stared at her seriously, propping one arm up on his chin.

"More than you know, koneko-chan," he said quietly, bending down to press his lips against hers, gently this time. He could feel her lashes fluttering against his face for a few moments before she responded in her own kiss back.

He was surprised she didn't punch him in the face. Instead, she pulled back and cocked her head to one side. "I hate you." She pierced him with her white eyes.

He waited for her words to hurt him. It was slow, like a poison finally reaching his heart. Of all the females he could have wrapped around his finger with a wink or a smile, she had to be immune. "Liar," Sasuke leaned his forehead onto hers, challenging her Hyuuga eyes with his Sharingan ones.

Her chin pointed up just an inch in defiance. "You're the liar," she glared at him.

"Tch," was Sasuke smug reply. He didn't back away from her. "You're right. I don't want all the girls. I just want you."

Hinata rolled her eyes and bit her lip to stop herself from cursing further at him and turned her back towards him, settling into the blankets with a huff. He followed suit, and she allowed him to pull her against him.

"Hey, you know...maybe in another world you and Menma are together."

"And maybe in another world you and Sakura are together," came her sarcastic retort. Sasuke grimaced, his arms tightening in response.

"Hmm...I think I like this world just fine," he breathed into the crook of her neck. "Besides, if you hated this, you'd have just ignored me from the start. Or murdered me."

Hinata didn't answer, only adjusting her head more comfortably on the pillow, byakugan eyes staring out into the darkness of the room. She pulled the sheet up closer around her chin. "Fuck you," she finally muttered.

She could feel his lips moving against her skin. He was grinning that obnoxious smirk, but she could already hear the sleepiness in his voice. "Admit it. You can't get enough of me."

Hinata scowled. "Please. I'm hardly one of your dumb bimbo fangirls. Your so-called charm is lost on me."

"Yet, here you are once again, koneko-chan."

She exhaled slowly, letting Sasuke kiss the side of her head.

"I know you more than you know."

Hinata let the sound of his breathing get slower and more even beside her. When she heard the beginnings of his soft snore, she turned herself around slowly in his arms to face him. They were nose to nose. The light from the moon fell on his face from his bedroom window, illuminating the high points of his goddamn face and casting shadows against the angles of the planes of his jaw and cheekbones. She grimaced, yet she found it hard to tear her eyes away from him. She tolerated him better like this. Quiet, asleep, and eyes shut-unable to see past the nasty frown in her lips and ever-present scowl. "Idiot. I can't stand you." The bottom of her lip quivered for a second before the top rows of her teeth bit down on them. Her brows relaxed from its downturned slope and she closed her eyes in a pained expression.

She ducked her head under his chin and felt him squeeze her instinctively closer. "And yet, I can't stand to be without you." After a long deep sigh, Hinata finally let herself be lulled to sleep, syncing her breaths to his.

Sasuke's eyes fluttered open, his black eyes softening as he took in the sight of her finally peaceful face. He pressed his lips to her forehead. "Me too, hime. Me too."

A/N: the closest to smut I'll ever get I guess. Sorry this is so short.

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