Naruto had disappointed Hinata a lot in his life. That was something that for the past couple months, almost year, he had desperately been trying to work on. To change about himself. His one driving factor in life.
Yet there he was. Bloody knuckles. Sobbing girlfriend.
He fumbled around, unlocking his apartment door, watching her shoulders shake. He'd never really felt guilt like this before. Maybe because he'd never made her cry like that before either. Of course, he's disappointed her countless times.
He's made her cry a couple tears here and there from being a thoughtless jerk.
But he's never done anything like this.
She was so distraught, he wasn't he sure how she has managed to operate her car at all to get them there. He had to wrap his arm around her to maneuver her through the building, and it felt wrong to have to let go to get them in.
Her arms came up around herself, for self soothing, or to just try and stop from falling apart, he wasn't really sure. Her new scarf wet with tears, her makeup smudging down her face, her lips quivering as she desperately tired to keep her mouth shut. To be quiet.
He had never felt so low.
He pushed the door open, reached inside and flicked on the closest light to the door frame. He wrapped his arm around Hinata again, tucking her close to his body, walking her across the threshold of the apartment. He kicked the door shut and used his free hand to turn the lock, not bothering with the little chain.
He escorted her straight to the futon, wishing he still had the nice couches that they used to have.
Naruto had been really worried about Hinata seeing the apartment. She had decorated it nicely, and had made it pretty homey. Naruto had sold all of their furniture for rent money. Now it had the same furniture as some rundown bachelor pad. Which is was.
"Hinata, I'm so sorry." Naruto pulled Hinata as close as possible to him, rubbing down her back to try and soothe her.
This was not the first time he had apologized. He had been a broken record in the car. But it was true. He wasn't just saying to calm her down. He felt horrible. Awful about had transpired.
"I should've listened to you. I, I don't know what happened. I'm so sorry."
His voice didn't even seem to reach her as fat tears rolled down her cheeks.
Naruto's own hands, trying to grab purchase on Hinata anywhere they could, we're still bleeding. Yahiko's piercings had done a number on him, which was probably not helping the situation at all.
"Hinata, I didn't mean to hurt them that bad. I don't know what happened. I was just, I wasn't… thinking straight. Or, I don't know. I don't know, I'm just really sorry babe."
The more she cried, the more she was deaf to his apologizes, the more panicked he became.
What if that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The thing she would never be able to forgive him for. No matter what he had done, she always found a way to let it go. To move on.
What if it wasn't that way this time. What if she left and never came back. Like last time. But, for real this time. No more taking his phone calls. No more dates.
For real. It would be over.
He didn't know if he could survive that feeling again. He almost didn't last time.
"Hina, please, I promise I won't do anything like that ever again. I'm so sorry. Babe, please-"
Hinata finally looked over at him, almost like she was shocked to find him there, holding her.
"Y-you, think I-I'm m-m-mad?" Her breathing caught in her throat, shuttering her chest.
Naruto winced at her stuttering. She never did that anymore. Except for when he really fucked up. Like when he had told her that Tayuya kissed him. It made him sick to his stomach to even think about that.
Hinata's shaking hand came up to the side of his face, ghosting over his skin. It stung immediately, reminding him that he had drug it all over the ground. He was probably going to die of some kind of infection, the city was disgusting.
"I th-thought you w-were going to-" She choked, swallowing down another sob.
"You thought I was gonna lose?" Naruto frowned a little. "Babe, it's okay I'm fine."
"I thought you going to die!" She corrected, angrily. "I was so scared. And they hit you with that, th-that thing. And, and there was more of them then you and, and," she grabbed onto his hoodie, fisting the material, and burying her face into his chest.
Naruto wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and letting her cry. As long as she needed.
Which was apparently awhile. He'd lost count of how long Hinata was crying, and she wasn't slowing down at all. By the time it was pitch black outside, he knew he had to intervene.
"Hina," he rubbed down her back, trying to bring her back to reality a little more. "Babe. Calm down okay?"
She pressed her face deeper into his sternum. Not the progress he was trying to make.
"Baby, for reals. I'm okay. It's over." He promised.
She didn't even budge. He blew out a quiet breath. He'd forgotten how stubborn she was.
"Hinata." He grabbed her arms, lifting her away from him, gently. "Look at me. I'm fine."
Her face turned to him, eyes still watery, lips pouting. Maybe he was being a massive dick, letting her have her time to cry it out, but it felt like watching a wounded animal slowly dying. He needed to put her out of her misery as fast as possible.
"You don't look fine." She sniffed.
Naruto frowned. "Ouch, babe."
She ignored him, sitting up to look at him more critically. "Some of those scrapes are kind of deep. We should clean them out."
"Alright." He agreed easily. If that's what she needed to feel better. "Just gotta find the peroxide. I know it's around here… somewhere…"
"Should be under the sink. Unless you got rid of that too." She sniffed.
Saltier than a bag of chips. Naruto side eyed her, wondering if he should comment on it, or just let her be. She had just went through a pretty traumatic experience. And maybe it really was that hurtful to see everything that they had together, gone.
He knew how he felt sometimes in her apartment.
Would she even understand that he had to do it? Not just selling it for the money. But the same reason he replaced the blankets on the bed. He couldn't stay living in a place that was made by her, without her.
How could he tell her that though? That he loved her and equally couldn't stand to live in the place they shared together. Would she understand?
He went and retrieved the bottle of peroxide and a brand new roll of toilet paper.
Hinata frowned. "Don't you have cotton balls?"
"Nah, I don't wear nail polish."
Her eyes fluttered a little. "What? That's not the only purpose for cotton balls."
"Oh yeah. What's that thing you put on your face?" Naruto asked, have distinct, and fond memories of sometimes catching Hinata doing her morning and night routine.
"Toner." She smiled, grabbed the bottle and the roll from him.
He watched her roll the white paper into a little lump and carefully poured on the liquid, clear as water, before recapping it and setting down on the floor by her feet.
She grabbed his hand softly, like a nail tech. "This is going to sting." She cautioned.
He rolled his eyes. "I know that - ow!" He jerked back quickly but she clamped down on his hand, not letting out of his grasp.
"What the hell is in that thing? Gasoline? Vodka?"
"Don't be a baby." Hinata pulled his hand back, closer to her, at a more comfortable, working angle.
"I'm not being a baby." He grumbled. "I think that shits expired."
"It doesn't expired, now sit still." She jerked his hand back, again, giving him a warning look.
She had wiped her tears away while he was gone in the bathroom, but her eyes were still red, her makeup feathered. She sniffed, every now and then, her lips still shaking, if she wasn't pressing them tightly together.
She really had been shook up.
He did his best to sit still on his first hand, but right the right drop of her arm, and catch at the light - he froze.
"Other one." Hinata held out her flat palm.
Naruto reached up with his other hand, and instead, grabbed her forearm, pulling it closer.
"Wait-" her voice caught.
He didn't. His other hand came up to push the jacket fabric down, exposing what he hoped to be desperately wrong about. Raw, red skin, shining bright with irritation, and already darkening into bruises around the prominent part of her bones. It would only get darker in the next day or so.
"Naruto,"
That's not what he wanted. One hundred percent, specifically, not what he wanted to happen. That's the entire reason he was willing to beat Yahiko's face in. He didn't want Hinata to get hurt. He wanted to protect her. He never, ever, ever wanted someone to have even the slightest thought about hurting her.
"Naruto." She yanked her wrist of his grasp and grabbed his face, softly because it was kind of fucked up. "Hey, I'm okay, okay?"
No. It was very much not okay with him.
"Let's finish cleaning you up." Hinata pressed, grabbing his other hand.
He wouldn't fight her anymore. He'd already done enough today. He didn't even flinch. He felt numb now.
Hinata's sobbing made a lot more sense.
Seeing her wrist made him feel. Empty. Powerless. Like a failure.
When she was done with his hand, she pulled his face closer, guiding him by the shoulders. She peered close, dabbing down his temple and cheeks softly. He could hear her quiet breathing, feel it against his face.
Her eyes blinked every now and then, laser focused on the task at hand.
Her eyes were so pretty. She was so pretty. So beautiful and amazing and special it made his heart ache. How did one person have the right to look like that? Make him feel like that?
Ever since she left him, she felt like sand running through his fingers. He wanted to have her but he couldn't, she was running through his fingers and he was desperately trying to scoop her back up.
It's just what he did though. He ruined things.
"Can I check your back?" She asked quietly, as soon as she was finished.
He stood up off the futon, and shrugged his sweatshirt off, and the shirt underneath. He paused at the way Hinata snuck a look at him. He was thinner than before. Way more muscled than before.
He didn't really feel like teasing her. Instead turned around and sat next to her, his back facing her.
"Does it hurt?" She asked quietly.
It hurt when it happened. But after his major freak out, he didn't feel much of anything. Now, it felt like a sharp cramp he'd sometimes get from running, maybe something was a little messed up but he could just work through that. He did it enough with his hand.
Her fingers pressed in and his back arched away from her immediately, his jaw grinding closed. Yep, that hurt.
"Sorry." She whispered quickly.
"It's okay." He relaxed his back again, purposefully.
"I, I don't know what to put on it." She sounded like she was about to cry again.
He turned quickly, still holding his shirt and sweatshirt. "It doesn't need anything. Don't worry about it babe."
She looked back and his face, and her eyes started to water immediately, probably at getting another good look at how fucked up it was.
"Hey," leaned over to wrap his arm around her again, awkwardly, unsure of what to say to sooth her. "It's fine. I'm fine, your fine." He left the shirt and sweatshirt in this lap to reach his other arm around her too. "Everything's fi-"
Naruto had only seen her Bagua a handful of times, but her speed never seemed to stop impressing him.
He was a little less pleased when she snatched the inside of his arm, turning it over for a better angle.
She sucked in a quick sharp breath.
Yikes. He had kind of forgotten that he would have to explain that.
"Okay, before you get really mad, I'm sorry I got another tattoo after you told me not to, but-"
"You think I care about the tattoo!" Her voice was at the same octave as a dog whistle.
Oh. Yeah, maybe the multiple self harm scars were the real hang up. Duh.
"There's so many of them." She lamented, almost to herself. Her thumb dragged down the even line of them, as if she was trying to wipe them away. "Why would you do that?" Her voice was soft and watery and heartbroken.
"Um, I was, kind of, going through a hard time, for a little bit." He tried to explain, awkward and choppy.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She demanded.
Naruto looked down at the ground, rubbing the back his hair. The words swished around in his brain. Getting his thoughts together, getting things out the way he wanted them, was never his forte. A symptom of bipolar. But this was important, he didn't want it to come off accusatory.
"You… weren't… answering my phone calls."
The words hung between them. Heavy. Silent.
She looked to him with those, gorgeous, wide eyes that he loved. And he knew, instantly, that she was internalizing everything, and blaming herself.
"No. No babe. I know why you left. Really, I do. Okay? This shits on me." He nodded his own head, prompting her to accept his words.
She was not reciprocating, and he knew he had to lay everything out.
"Alright. So when you left, I kind of… didn't have a good time. But, I got my act together. I got sober - uh," He fumbled, catching himself too late. But that was the time to get everything out, he guessed. "Cause, I kinda started drinking again. Rough time and all." He cleared his throat. "But, totally sober now. One hundred percent, I promise."
He took a deep breath, trying to reorient himself with everything. "I had to sell the furniture for rent. I started taking my medication. I went on a lot of walks so I wouldn't try and k-… um… never mind. Then I got the job working for Kakashi. You started talking to me again. Things got better, ya'know?"
He rubbed her back again, to remind himself that they were together now.
"I know we went through a lot of shit. But we're good now. Right?" He asked, since she had not said a single thing since he had started talking.
She sat there, still, silent.
"Hinata. You leaving me was the absolute, worst thing that has ever happened to me to date. Which is kind of saying a lot, cause I've been through some shit. But, this past year, has really changed me. And, as bad as everything was, I think, it was for the better."
Her blank mask finally cracked a little, her eyebrow coming up.
Sort of a good sign.
"I can finally be the guy that you need me to be. I know I fucked up tonight, and I'll probably fuck up again at some point, cause I'm me, ya'know? But, I want to be there for you, the way you are for me. I want to be with you, whatever you want."
He swallowed, hard, wishing his brain would work right, just this once so he could really tell her how he felt.
"I love you. I just want to be the guy that you want to be with. Like, forever, ya'know. Whatever you want. I just wanna be with you."
A little tear leaked out of the corner of her eyes. He reached up to wipe it away with his thumb.
"Forever?" She asked quietly.
He thought about the ring in his pocket, and nodded. "Yeah."
She leaned back in close, resting her cheek against his collarbone. He wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her close. He really did love her. Loved everything about her. They way she felt against him. How she smelled. Her small arm wrapping around his back, cuddling him as well.
He'd sit like that however long she wanted. She had a lot of shit to process today.
He rubbed down the soft fabric of her jacket, leaning his head on her hair.
"I have something to show you too." Hinata broke their silence abruptly, sitting up and pulling away from him.
Naruto paused, silencing himself on purpose.
Because honestly, he had no fucking clue what she could possibly want to show him.
She stood up slowly, and he moved to follow her but she put her hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back down.
Alright. Whatever she wanted. He sat back, and waited, wondering if he should put his shirt back on. He felt like some, trailer park, asshole, with his pecks out. The sweatshirt was mingled in the shirt and he started pulling them apart when Hinata dropped her coat and scarf. That wasn't the weird part. What made him pause, was when she started unbuttoning her shirt.
Now he was working with one hundred percent of his fill and undivided attention.
If there was one thing that life had taught him so far, was to pay attention to when a girl was taking off her shirt. And this wasn't any girl. This one was his favorite girl.
The only girl, really.
He'd be lying if he didn't think that she was just going to show him her tits or something. Maybe she felt bad for him, he hadn't gotten laid since the last time he slept with her. So imagine his surprise when she finally shrugged off the blouse, to reveal something even more interesting.
He could see the artistically drawn lines before she even unhooked her bra.
"What is that thing called? A sucky-something." Naruto asked quietly.
She sat back down on the futon, this time she was back facing, and she swished the curtain of hair to one side.
"A lotus." She corrected softly.
"Wow, I was way off." He snorted at himself.
"You were probably thinking of succulent." He could hear her smile, as she peaked over her shoulder at him.
"I was. You're so smart babe." He laughed. "But, it's a lotus."
"Mmhmm." She hummed.
"It's beautiful."
"Sai drew it."
"Huh," Naruto shrugged. "Guess he's good for something."
"Naruto." She frowned.
"Why did you pick a lotus?" He asked. He had been joking anyways, Sai wasn't all bad. "Can I touch it."
She nodded.
Her skin was soft, it had healed nicely. Of course, Hinata kept everything clean and perfect.
"Something Guy-Sensei told me." She took a deep breath.
He watched as her shoulders tightened.
"The truth is," She sounded anxious, and Naruto didn't know if it was residual, from the rough night that they had or what.
"I haven't been okay either." She breathed again, calming herself down.
He grabbed her closest arm, rubbing her across the bone with his thumb. "What do you mean baby."
She swallowed, hard, he could hear it. "I haven't been okay at all. I've had, a really rough time. I'm seeing a therapist, and I'm trying to work through things, and I have been. I think. I've been getting better, but-"
She paused, looking away from him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked quietly.
His question being a lot more valid, since she was in control of most of the contact for a while.
"I was so scared, of what you'd think of me when you found out I wasn't perfect. Or totally fine. Or, less than what you thought."
Naruto felt the guilt, sinking like a stone in his stomach. He had put her on that pedestal, on an unattainable plane and never stopped to think that it could be wrong. Or how that could've made her feel. Like she couldn't talk to him or confide in him.
That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to be her equal partner.
"That's weird." Naruto rubbed her arm down again, feeling the goosebumps.
She jerked a little to look at him, because that's not really what you said to a woman who was opening up her soul to you.
"Because I don't think there's anything that you could tell me that could make me think anything less than you being the most perfect woman I've ever met."
Her face softened a little, her blush rising on her cheeks and even onto her shoulder.
"And, I want to let you know, that I'm better now. I know I couldn't be there for you, in the past. And I'm really sorry for that, ya'know. If I could change that, I would. There's a lot of things I wish I could change between you and me, believe it. But, I can't. I can only do better now. Be here for you now. And I want to."
He paused to try and gauge her expression, but he was too nervous now. Just pouring his heart out to someone was terrifying. He knew it was Hinata, and she was the most gentle person he knew. But still. He breathed.
"I want to be the person for you, as you are for me. Ya'know? We can be that persons for each other."
He licked his lips, and swallowed.
"Am I making sense?" He double check. Because sometimes he didn't.
"Yes." She put her hand on his knee gently.
"Is, uh, is that maybe, something that you might want too?" He cleared his throat.
"Yes." Hinata promised, looking into his eyes. "Like partners."
"Hell yeah!" He smiled, relieved to hear her affirmation. "We were the best partners in college, it was like for- four- what's the word called, like showing what's gonna happen in the future?"
"Foreshadowing?"
"Yeah, that. God you're so smart babe."
She blushed again, looking down at the ground. "We did a lot of projects together didn't we?"
Naruto nodded, thinking back to really shy Hinata would bumped around like the world's tiniest mouse, but was by far the the nicest girl in any of his classes.
"We were the best." Naruto smirked.
They definitely weren't. Naruto's work ethic then was abysmal at best and Hinata was too shy to argue with him about it.
"You were so shy." He leaned forward to kiss the back of her shoulder blade.
"Past tense?" She rolled her eyes.
"You're way better now." Naruto promised.
"I'm still not 'Ayame singing karaoke'." Hinata frowned a little.
Oh hell no. There was no way Naruto was letting her talk herself down. Not now. Not ever.
"Baby you have a freaking tattoo! That's badass. You took out a girl in a street fight. We don't have to do stupid stuff like karaoke for you to be totally awesome." He pulled her closer. "Plus are you for reals gonna throw the one friend date I've had that wasn't with you, in like five years. It was just Ayame, she's like, my cousin or something."
Hinata rolled her eyes at him, but she couldn't hide her rosy cheeks and her little smile.
"Nah, you're the one." Naruto promised.
She breathed out a little huff, rubbing down her cheek with the back of her hand.
"Forever." He leaned forward, reaching his neck out so he could kiss her cheek over her shoulder.
"Forever?"
"Baby, I done already told you!" He shook her a little, with a playful grin.
He leaned back a minute, looking at the scuff marks on the back of his hands. Deep scratches that probably looked similar to his face. Their dinner was ruined for tomorrow. There was no way that they would let him in, looking like that. Meaning all of his proposal plans were also ruined.
They were both sitting on his futon, sans shirts. Hinata had her bra on, still, covering her boobs, just unhooked in the back. She was sitting straight against his chest, facing away from him. Naruto could wrap his arms around her like they were taking cheesy prom photos.
Should he do it now?
It felt cheap, and he didn't want her to think that he didn't value her enough to put in the effort.
But he loved her. And he just wanted to ask her. Just to know. He was tired to the anxiety, of hauling it around all the time, wondering what she was going to say.
He took another breath.
"You know how we were the best class partners?"
She nodded, not disputing his obvious lie.
"I kinda think that we'd be the best partners in everything."
She nodded again. Obviously. They were dating, it was kind of a given.
"But I think we should have cooler names for each other."
"What?" She asked, quietly.
"Like calling you my girlfriend is kind of lame, ya'know."
She frowned.
"We should have cooler ones. Like I was thinking some up, and maybe I could call you something different. Like more badass, to fit your new personality. Know what I'm talking about?"
She paused, clearly still miffed that he said he didn't want to call her his girlfriend. "No."
"Work with me babe. I was think for you, I could call you… my wife."
She leaned back, her face completely blanketing in shock. "Naruto," She warned. He wasn't supposed to joke about things like that.
She was in luck though, cause he wasn't.
He reached for the tiny box in his pocket. "Don't worry, it comes with a cool new name for me too."
Her eyes widened to astronomical proportions as soon as she was the box. Shit got real.
He popped it open, revealing the VERY simple, silver ring.
"I asked Ino for some help with it." He added, feeling like he was giving a school project and he wasn't sure what else to say.
"Oh shit, I forgot." He moved to slide off the futon, forgetting the very obvious, one knee tradition.
Hinata stopped him, reaching out and plucking the box from his hands, cradling it protectively in her own.
"You bought this for me?" She whispered, reverently.
"Yeah, of course it's for you baby." Who else? Silly woman.
"You, want to… marry me?" She double checked.
"Yeah. Did I not make it obvious. Oh fuck! I didn't say the 'will you marry me?' line! I'm ruining the whole thing. I'm sorry. I didn't plan it like this. I was ganna do it after dinner tomorrow, but I kind of ruined that by getting all fucked up. I'm sorry, I know you wanted to wear your dress again. But if you give me a little bit of time, I can't try and save up for it again."
He was interrupted by Hinata's quiet sniffle.
And he'd made her cry again. Fucking fantastic.
"Baby, Hinata. If, if you hate it or don't want it, like we can just pretend this never happened. I'm so sorry. I probably should've asked you what you actually wanted. I know I just jump to conclusions and shit and I get carried away, I'm really sorry-"
"I love it."
Naruto stopped. "Yeah?" That was promising.
"I love it so much." She took a shuddering breath and wiped a couple tears away.
"I tried to match your bracelet. Ino knew the place. She forcibly brought herself along."
Hinata looked like she wasn't hearing much of what he was going on about. Her eyes were transfixed on the little black box.
"Can I put it on?" She asked.
"Baby, yeah, it's yours." He smirked, rubbing her arm again.
"Yeah." She whispered, kind of far away again.
She plucked it out of the little fake velvet, styrofoam rolls. It was small, held in her fingers, she held it up to the dim light, getting a better look at the simplistic design. Carefully, she slid it on to her left ring finger, pressing them together and pushing her hand a foot away from her face, appeasing the look of it.
"It's a little big."
"I can get it resized." Naruto promised. "Sorry, I should've known you'd have tiny fingers."
She laughed a little.
He still felt a little on edge, his heart in his throat. She had not said if she agreed or not. Which was not promising.
"Um, it's okay if you don't-"
Hinata's lips smashed into his so hard, for a millisecond, he thought she punched him. He leaned back, his shoulder blades hitting the back of the futon, feeling the cold bar pressing against his skin. She slid fluidly, hands on his shoulders, legs slipping around his waist. Her kisses, hard and lingering.
Well then. He swallowed, hand coming up to her hips. A pleasant turn of events.
He sat up straight, pushing her back slightly, just so he could kiss back with the same effort. Fuck, it felt so damn good to kiss her again, to touch her skin. His hands trailed from her hips up to the back of her ribs, just to feel her. She smelled just the same, comfortingly familiar, like walking inside your home after a long trip.
Her kisses were more rushed though, and hard. Like she was worried that she had to get in as many as possible. His hands crept into her hair, letting the pieces run through his fingers, gently placing them on her neck. His kisses were slower, trying to replace her intensity with passion instead. He'd probably really stressed her out today, and he felt morally obligated to calm her down.
If by kisses, well, that was fine by him.
After a couple minutes of pretty heavy making out, Hinata leaned back a little, shrugging the bra straps off, letting it fall down next to them.
Fuck.
She was like one of the seven wonders, no matter how many times he'd seen her, it was still amazing to him.
She leaned back in to kiss him, softly, but she rolled her hips and he almost bit her lip off. He wrapped his hands around her waist and hiked her up, standing from the futon. She was incredibly light, he could've easily done that before, he started working out. But now, yoked as fuck, he could've done it one handed, no sweat. As it was though, he took great enjoyment in getting to touch her so he wasn't going to sacrifice that just to prove how strong he was.
She startled at the abrupt change in position, latching onto his neck and shoulders.
"Sorry," He breathed, making his way to the bedroom. But there was just no way he was going to go any further with her on that gross ass futon.
Not that his room was much better. The mattress on the floor with the shitty orange comforter set was the only thing left in there, besides his pile of clothes against the opposite wall that he needed to go the the cleaner. Plus his journal sitting on the side of his bed, which he needed to hide cause it stored a lot of personal information that he didn't really want her to see. Plus, he kept her sticky note in it like a stalker.
So he made the executive decision to keep the lights off.
He couldn't really blame her when she screamed a little when he dropped them on the mattress since is was much lower than she was expecting and in completely different position.
"Sorry." He laughed, kissing her again. "I didn't mean to - ow!"
She pinched him.
"Sassy." He nipped at her cheek, his teeth grazing her skin.
She shoved him, and he realized that making fun of her might not be such a good idea. The apology died on his lips though when she maneuvered herself on top again.
Very sassy.
Hinata didn't give herself a lot of credit. She was not a very assertive person, in her eyes. But, when the shit hit the fan, with his mental health, she had took over and took control of everything. His appointments, his medication, everything. Plus, her job was pretty demanding, and she did that really well too.
But sex was a different story. Getting Hinata to go on top was like coaxing a wild animal out of its enclosure. It took time, and sweet words and praise and sometimes begging. Which was weird, because she was fucking amazing at it when she wanted to be.
Now?
She kissed down his throat as her hand snuck into his pants, all the air leaving his chest.
"Holy shit." He breathed, almost coughing.
He could feel her smirk against his skin, coming back up to his cheek. She gave him a light kiss on the lips and he could barely pucker his, his mind blanking on anything that wasn't her hand working in his pants.
He had to do something, before he shamed himself forever and came before even getting started. But to be fair to himself, it had been a long fucking time since anyone had so much as even hugged him, let alone done this! And she knew what she was doing too, little-
"Minx." Naruto ground out, pushing his head back into the pillow.
"Hm?" Hinata hummed against his neck, where she was probably leaving a gigantic hickey.
He need to act. Finally, managing to get his mind/body working again, he got his hands fumbling around her sexy work pants, trying to get the little, black polished button undone, sliding her pants down her back side and grabbing a handful cause, holy shit he'd missed this.
Hinata abandoned torturing him for a moment, to shimmy the pants the rest of the way off, which was a break for his clouded mind. He drug his hand down his face, letting out a breath, trying to get it together. He was better than this. He could do this. He could rock Hinata's world, no problem.
All of that went out the window when she crawled, back on top, completely naked.
Her hands pressed against his pectorals as she ground down on him.
"Ready?" She asked in a silky smooth voice that felt like Dove milk chocolate.
He whimpered like a one day old puppy. Which she took as a yes.
"Oh, my Jesus, fuck." His fingers tightened onto her hips bones so hard he felt like he could snap them.
Her back arched as her thighs met flush against his. "You okay baby?"
He shook his head no. If she was going to fuck him like that he was definitely not okay at all.
Her fingers slipped down his chest and onto his flat stomach, feeling his abs. Abs of which he was not flexing for her enjoyment, but because every one of his muscles seemed to be tightened in his distress.
Yes, old Hinata took lengthy for play, and desperate pleading to ride him.
Now? Now he was thinking about asking her to switch. He couldn't survive this with any shred of dignity unless she slowed way down.
Which she was not at all.
She set a brutal pace, that was so good, it was almost wrong. "Fuck, Hinata."
She ignored him.
He felt like he was just desperately hanging on to dear life.
She needed to slow down.
But no. She was actively trying to kill him with her magic pussy. Which was fine, he guessed. There were worse ways to die.
"I'm gonna cum." He felt like she deserved a fair warning.
"Okay."
Okay. Okay? That's well she had to say? Well, fine then.
He breathed through his nose, trying anything to calm down a little. "Hina," his teeth ground together. "Hinata," he could feel the beads of sweat on his forehead. "Fuck."
He came harder than he ever had in his damn life. He felt like he had just had a stroke. Loss of motor control. Loss of speech.
"Fuck." He managed to garble out.
Hinata leaned forward, laying against his chest, tucking herself to one side so she was off center. "You did good." She promised.
"Shhh," he huffed, grumpily.
It had not been his best work. One hand moved to her back, rubbing over the lines of her tattoo, the other hand on her arm, holding her close to him.
"Give me five minutes. I'll rock you like a hurricane." He vowed.
She kissed the line of his chin. "Like Scorpions?"
"Better than Scorpions." He promised.
"Better than Scorpions?" He could hear the tease to her voice. "Well that's four minutes, fifty-nine seconds and counting, mister."
Naruto smiled like the stupid, happy, dopey idiot that he was. He kissed her softly on the top of her head, rubbing her soft skin, thankful to anything that was listening, that she was back here with him.
