A little melody could be heard throughout the Hyuga household for the past few hours. Had you asked any member of the residing family, they would think the culprit was a songbird. None of them would ever believe it was their meek Hinata humming as if it were her sole purpose in life.

Now, a rational Hinata would understand that the simple act of humming would immediately out her little secret to Hanabi, but she just couldn't help herself. As she washed the dishes from breakfast, Hinata hummed the tune to a song that made her relive the feel of Naruto's lips pressed to hers and she smiled so brightly you would think the kunoichi had won the lottery.

"You're in a good mood," Hanabi said pointedly as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Hinata tried her best to ignore her, but she could feel her sister's piercing stare on her back, "Yes, I am."

"Would it have anything to do with you being out until late last night?"

Hinata's head spun so quickly to shush her little sister that she almost gave herself whiplash, "Shh! I was not out til late last night."

"I went to go check on you before I went to bed, you weren't there."

"Why are you like this?"

"I just want to know, onee-chan!" Hanabi begged, clapping her hands together, "Let me live vicariously through you!"

"Stop talking so loudly!" Hinata said in the harshest whisper she could muster. She quickly finished cleaning the plate she had in her grasp, placed it in the drying rack, and grabbed her sister roughly. She dragged her down the hall, to her room, and as angrily as Hinata could, she closed the door roughly.

"You both kissed, didn't you?"

Hinata willed for her expression to remain unreadable, but she knew she was an open book when it came to these things.

"You did! Hanabi yelled, jumping up and down, "And from the red on your face, it was more than just one kiss, wasn't it? First base? Second?" Hanabi tried to read Hinata's face, but couldn't make out what it was saying, "Third base? Really?"

"Hanabi! Stop!"

"Just tell me how far you two went!"

"No!"

"Either you didn't kiss or you went further than a "respectable" lady would during the first make-out session," Hanabi said, dramatically adding air quotes to the word respectable, "But, onee-san, if I were you I would've ripped his clothes off. After all these years of pining? He could have me anywhere, anytime, in any positi-"

"Hanabi! You don't even know what you're saying, you're still a kid!"

"No, I'm not! And neither are you," She said smugly, "Do you need some tips? Is that why you're so embarrassed?"

Hinata groaned to which Hanabi replied, "Listen I have some shoujo mangas that may interest you. Or...some tamer ecchi ones? Maybe even...Make-out Paradise?"

"How do you even have those things!?" Hinata managed to sputter.

"I hide them in the family books I have to study, most days that's what I'm reading. You know, it's not a bad thing to have a well-rounded education."

"Hanabi!"

"What? Papa doesn't need to know."

"I hope he doesn't find out!"

"Onee-san, romance and love is a natural part of life. What happens next in a relationship is as well. Please stop with the dramatics and don't act as if you haven't thought about it with Naruto."

Hinata bit her lip and tried to come up with some sort of response, but Hanabi beat her to it, "And where do you think I even got the idea to read Make-Out Paradise?" She asked, pointedly looking at the bottom of Hinata's bookshelf where the long-ago touched and heavily marked pages hid.

"I-I-"

"Don't be embarrassed. I've always admired that you've never been afraid to outwardly express your feelings towards Naruto, as dense as he may have been towards them. And maybe what I admire the most...you actually read those books and had enough self-control to not jump his bones! Honestly!"
"I really thought we were about to have a moment there."

"But we did."

"Hanabi..." Hinata sighed.

"Hey, all I wanted to say was that I'm happy for you and if you wanted any more advice, I'm happy to give you some extra reading material. But from the looks of your copies of Make-Out Paradise, I think you were one of Jiraiya-Sensei's best students."

"Please leave."

"I'm going, I'm going. I'll slip the mangas under your door later...unless you're planning on going out?"

"Go!"

Hanabi held back a laugh as she skipped out of Hinata's room and into the corridor, leaving her older sister flustered and frustrated.

Hinata went and sat upon her bed, thoughts of Naruto running rampantly in her head. She imagined his skin under her fingertips, hot, buzzing. She could almost feel the electricity all over again pulsating through her veins, making her blush.

She thought of how the weight of his body on top of hers felt so incredibly extraordinary. So much better than she had ever thought it would. How she felt him—all of him—pressed against her. She had memorized the smell of his shampoo, what she guessed was his body soap and that extra scent that was just… him. The most delicious smell she could've ever imagined.

Her breath hitched, it was almost as if she could feel his hands politely roaming her abdomen and chest over the soft material of her shirt. How she wished he would have been as brazen as her, she truly wanted nothing more than to feel his callused fingertips run up and down her skin.

There was a time Hinata was obsessed with reading about first loves and first times, what teenage girl wasn't? But without anyone to guide her through those feelings and emotions for the first time, and with her golden boy gone for months at a time training, Hinata found herself turning to the covers of brightly colored mangas, and eventually...the same series of books Naruto had recently discovered was the key to making sense of the infatuation that overtakes you when you fall head over heels for someone.

What many, though—excluding Hanabi—would never have guessed was that Hinata was more than well-versed in first times. Not physically, no, but she was a student of Jiraiya-Sensei even if he had never known it. Her copies of Make-Out Paradise were underlined, dog-eared, and obviously very well-loved. She knew how the game was played, how to read the signs, and initiate whatever situation she would want to happen. In fact, she had played these scenarios over and over again in her mind so often that when Naruto returned from his training prior to the war, she couldn't meet his gaze without feeling faint. She thought it was written all over her face, how she imagined him taking her whenever he pleased. How sweet her climax would be when they reached it together. And the last thing she wanted was for him to know she thought of him late at night when she restlessly tossed and turned. She simply couldn't bear it.

Many had wondered why Hinata had never made the first move, and the answer was simple...she knew that he didn't feel the way she felt. And with everything that had been going on the past few years, she knew that if it was going to happen, it eventually would. One day he would get it. And when it did, if it did, she would be more than ready.

The confession was a heat of the moment thing, something she had to get off her chest as she faced death. Her considering confessing again? A lapse in judgment. She was desperate after so many years of waiting. She was contemplating giving up after years and years of pining. But it seemed their time had finally arrived. He had finally woken up.

She hadn't thought of the books in a long time, left behind childish beliefs of what a romantic relationship looked like between a man and a woman. But what Jiraiya-Sensei had penned? It suddenly inspired newer feelings in her, thoughts that one single tryst with Naruto solidified.

Hinata took a deep breath and tried to make her heart rate come down. She could feel her arousal grow as she remembered his lips upon hers, his heartbeat under her palm.

All of this only led her to a terrifyingly exciting realization: she was going to enjoy the physical part of her relationship with Naruto the most.