As much as it pained him, Naruto begrudgingly had Hinata get her things together so he could walk her back home at a respectable hour. He felt so stupid for being upset, it wasn't like they didn't go through this weekly. But, there he was yet again, pouting as Hinata folded his shirt and placed it upon his bed for next time.
Although Hiashi would not be back until tomorrow evening, he thought it best that they began respecting his rule about Hinata no longer sleeping over. Besides, he figured, this back and forth would be over sooner than later.
He really wanted to believe he could resist his urges until then, but Hinata had been adamant about testing his willpower throughout the course of the day. He was more than convinced now that she knew how to drive him mad without even making it apparent that she was up to something. It made him rethink letting her have sugar so early in the morning.
He watched her as she tidied up and couldn't help but remember how she had innocently stretched across his lap as they watched a show mindlessly on the small television in his apartment. How her body pressed into his as he reached over her to grab something from a cabinet. How her hands wandered as he kissed her, inviting him to explore as well. The soft moan that escaped her heart-shaped mouth when he pressed his lip to her neck.
Naruto sighed audibly, making Hinata turn to look at him. He quickly smiled and waved her off, pretending he hadn't been imagining taking her on his bed just as he had the very first time. How wet she must have been with anticipation. He could practically taste her upon his tongue.
Okay, perhaps he was to blame as well.
The subtle ways she tried to innocently tempt him drove him mad, but he had to admit, ever since he had read Make-Out Paradise he had become a little lewder than he ever thought he would be. Jiraiya-Sensei's pervy ways made more sense to him now.
Oh, how he hated to admit that, even to himself. He had always thought he wouldn't be like Kakashi or Jiraiya, that he would heed his mother's advice and avoid his master's teachings about women. But, dear god, Hinata was just so fucking irresistible. It took everything for him not to rip her clothes off every time he was alone with her.
To have held out an entire day? A miracle.
Now that he had finally had sex, there was little more he could do but obsess over it. Nothing could ever compare to what he felt when he was with Hinata, he was absolutely sure of it.
Not that he'd be able to confirm that sentiment, at least, not for a couple of months. It had been weeks since the last time they were able to indulge in each other, and the next time he would relish in her beautiful body, they would be husband and wife.
He was focused on making it til then, but seeing the swell of Hinata's full breasts slightly pop out from the top of her blouse as she picked up her shoes in the doorway made his breath hitch. Even the smallest things were getting him hard, and it would be increasingly difficult to hide his blatant desire from her.
He grabbed his scarf off the hook in front of them and wrapped it tightly around Hinata's lovely neck, ensuring that her all-too attention-grabbing cleavage was hidden away, all while looking like a loving partner.
Her pointed look told him he wasn't being slick, but he didn't care. It was either he took action and covered her up, or she'd be staying the night yet again. And he just couldn't risk the latter.
As slowly as the young couple walked, still, it felt like they arrived at the Hyuga compound in no time. They had walked in comfortable silence, mittened hands intertwined as fresh snow descended upon them. The cold nipped at their cheeks, but Naruto couldn't feel the harsh wind beat against him. His body radiated a heat that engulfed him. He figured it was all of the pent-up sexual frustration he was having and tried to shake it off.
"Naruto-Kun, are you okay?"
He cleared his throat, "I-I'm fine.
She pressed a hand to his forehead, lavender eyes full of concern, "You're running a little hot."
"Hinata, I'm fine. The heater was on way too high in the apartment."
She didn't believe him, he could tell by the unimpressed look upon her face. Still, though, she didn't say anything further.
"Can I drop you off inside?" He asked, clearly taking her by surprise.
"O-oh. You don't have to, Naruto-Kun."
He shook his head, "We're engaged, of course, I do."
Hinata blushed, relenting and letting him lead the way. He liked the way the phrase rolled off of his tongue.
Engaged.
Then he started playing word association and couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to call her his fiance. His wife. To say they were married.
He grinned giddily, oblivious to the fact that Hinata was gazing at him, trying to hold back a giggle. When he noticed, his face reddened, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Are you laughing at me, Hina?" He asked, turning to look at her.
The moonlight hit her face at just the right angle, making her eyes look like bright stars in the night. It was impossible for him to look away, she was just so incredibly lovely. He felt delirious every time he thought of the fact she was his.
"Naruto-Kun?"
He shook his head once more, "Sorry, you're just very distracting, you know?"
"Still?"
"What do you mean still? I don't think I'm ever going to get over the way I feel about you."
"Naruto..." She said, not quite sure of what to say to him.
He turned to face her and brought a hand to her cheek, pressing his forehead to hers, "My beautiful almost-wife. What am I going to do when we're actually married? I'm going to be a mess at all hours of the day."
She exhaled, a smile etched upon her face. He couldn't help but bring his lips to hers, giving her a chaste kiss that somehow left them breathless.
"My almost-husband," She whispered, unable to meet his gaze.
He was about to kiss her again when they heard the unmistakable voice of the youngest Hyuga call out, "Onee-Chan! You're home!"
Naruto and Hinata unwrapped themselves from their too-comfortable embrace and reluctantly began walking towards the front gate of her home where Hanabi stood with a smirk upon her face.
"Ah, Naruto Nii-chan. I can call you that now, right? Unless you want to wait until after you talk to our father?" Hanabi asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
Naruto laughed, "You already know?"
"I always know."
Hinata nodded solemnly, confirming what her younger sister said. It concerned Naruto just a tad.
"Well, let's not jinx it. We've waited this long, we can wait a day or two longer," He replied, confidently wrapping an arm around Hinata's waist.
Hanabi tilted her head, "A day or two? Why?"
"Lord Hyuga isn't coming back until later this week, isn't he?"
"He is? I don't believe he got the memo considering he arrived home earlier this afternoon."
Hinata immediately stepped away from Naruto stiffly, as if Hiashi was watching them at that very moment.
"O-oh," Naruto managed to say, feeling his stomach turn.
"Soooo...you're talking to him today, right?" Hanabi asked, turning towards their family's front door.
"I-I couldn't impose. He didn't even know I was coming over, and he just arrived back from a long trip...and-"
"Wow, for a war hero you sure are making a lot of excuses."
"Hanabi!" Hinata chided.
"What!? We've only been waiting forever for this."
Naruto sighed, "She's right. It's barely dinner time, it shouldn't be that much of an imposition, you know?"
He felt Hinata's hand pull on the sleeve of his jacket, "Naruto, you don't have to talk to him today if you aren't ready."
Naruto couldn't help but wink as he gave his bride-to-be his signature grin, "Hinata, stop worrying. I can do this."
She reddened but still looked at him worriedly. He was as nervous as she was, but he wouldn't dare show it.
He turned to the younger Hyuga and with a determination Hinata so admired he asked, "Hanabi, do you think you could let Lord Hyuga know I've come to see him?"
Hanabi, smirk ever-present on her petite face, quickly turned and yelled over her shoulder, "I already did."
Hinata exhaled, perhaps to avoid yelling at her sister, "Naruto-Kun...are you sure?"
"Hina, please stop worrying. You know this is the last step. We do this and we start planning the wedding immediately. Don't you want to do that? Start picking your dress and a cake? Maybe even apartment hunting?"
She nodded, but the concern etched upon her face told him it would take much more than that to ease her mind.
So, he bent slightly to graze her cheek with his lips and murmured in her ear, "Besides, the sooner we do this, the sooner we get to the honeymoon."
He hadn't seen Hinata this flustered all day, he considered it revenge for her trying to break his resolve earlier.
"Ew, are you two saying gross stuff to each other?" Hanabi tilted her hip against the doorway and huffed a strand of hair away from her face as she judged her elder sister and her suitor.
"Hanabi, please," Hinata muttered.
"What? You couldn't be more obvious if you tried."
Naruto chuckled, "You and Konohamaru are really two peas in a pod, aren't you?"
Clearly embarrassed, Hanabi looked down and mumbled, "Whatever," before disappearing inside the house.
"Those two are into each other, right? Like for sure?" He asked, tightening his grip around Hinata's hand.
"They're too young for that, Naruto-Kun."
"Are they, though? I think maybe we're underestimating how grown up they actually are. And besides, people might think we're too young to get married too, and we know we're not, what if it's the same for them?"
"Are you saying Konohamaru and Hanabi are going to get married?"
He thought about it for a second and then laughed, "You know what, you're right, they are too young."
"I can hear you both," Hanabi yelled, clearly annoyed, from inside.
Naruto made a funny face at Hinata, at which she laughed. He loved that he would be gaining a sibling, and he was especially looking forward to matching her sassiness.
"Good!" He yelled, before taking a breath.
He felt Hinata shift next to him as her arm wrapped around his. She asked in a soothing tone, "Are you ready?"
He nodded, "As I'll ever be."