you make me feel gorgeous (Obito/Hinata)
AN: Heyyy…how y'all doing?
This may be a bit different, so feel free not to read. I decided to do this from the male's perspective. If that's not your cup of tea, I recommend not reading this.
warnings: explicit sexual scenes, talk about death, mourning, disfiguration. (minor angst and major romance), Happy Ending. Don't like – don't read and fret in the comments! I will block you. Unedited.
Obito hardly left his home since the accident.
It was not that he had ever been prideful about his looks, moreso it was because he just hadn't wanted to hear what anyone else had to say. He didn't want the disgusted looks, the sneaking flash of a cell phone camera nor did he want pity. He felt pity was the worst one of all.
Obito was not pitiful. Not by any means necessary.
That's what he kept telling Kakashi as his friend dragged him into a support meeting. Obito didn't even know there was a support meeting for freaks like them.
Kakashi hadn't found that funny.
The one-eyed bastard was sensitive since Rin got pregnant. He wondered if the hormones were brushing off on him. Anyway, he still went to the meetings. He tried to be supportive and not mess it up. Kakashi has been his rock after the accident, and Rin had been there at every one of his visits to the rehabilitation centre.
Tonight, he was on his own. They had to go out of town. But Obito knew what that really meant, they were going to Kakashi father's plot in the cemetery and paying their respects. He respected that and wouldn't impose. He understood the need to mourn.
Still, it sucked to attend one of these on his own. The meetings were held in a shoddy building, just a few blocks from his apartment building. Obito would have thought that it would be knocked down already, with all the new developers coming to invade the community.
"Oof!"
Had he been looking where he was going – this wouldn't have happened. Thank God he wasn't looking before, now – he could see clearly.
It was a woman he'd crashed into. About the age of his youngest cousin, dark blue hair pulled into a high pony and donning a modest grey dress with a lilac hoodie. She was beautiful. He instantly recoiled. He didn't think he should be touching her.
"I-I'm s-sorry! I didn't look where I was going," the woman stammered out. Her hands were frantic as she made sure she hadn't hurt him.
He almost laughed. She looked about one hundred and forty pounds, and hardly seemed made for causing damage. Obito was not a thin man, lean and muscular, he took pride in his fit physique and athleticism. There was no way she could've caused him harm.
Obito smiled but stopped afraid of terrifying her with his newly monstrous face, "It's my fault really. I was in my head. Should've seen you," He finally spoke, though staring at her he was tempted to just be mute and stare.
The woman gave him a small smile, a bit shaky, "I'm looking for Room 1C but I can't seem to remember where it is. T-The labeling here are horrible."
Obito nodded, "Old man Sarutobi hasn't updated this building since the last owner," He stuffed his gloved hand into his pocket, gazing at her lilac eyes as they blinked at him, "But I'm going in the direction, I could show you it."
"Yes, that'd be wonderful."
He turned, gesturing for her to follow, and began to walk, making sure that he was slow enough that she would follow. He couldn't remember what was kept in that room, all he knew it was across the hall from his support group. Obito took the time to glance at the beautiful woman and found himself growing a bit enamoured. Had it been a year ago, he would have been trying to fill the space of silence with chatter. But he hardly found the confidence to do that lately.
Soon enough, they were at the room - Obito cleared his throat and dampened his lips with his tongue, "Here it is – it was nice to meet you..."
"Hinata," She told him, filling the blank, "Hyūga Hinata."
He offered his own name as well, before telling her goodbye and wishing her a pleasant evening.
It wasn't until he'd sat through half of his own meeting and drank the watered-down coffee did he think about the other room again. Packing on some store-bought cookies into his plate, Obito accosted a green-clad man who'd been going to the meetings longer than he.
"Hmm," the man had started, resting his plate on his thighs as he wheeled himself forward, "I think it's the Grief Group, My Youthful Friend."
"Oh, thanks, Gai."
Obito wondered, briefly, who she was mourning before deciding it was none of his business and settling back into the rusty chairs.
One by one, more people went up to the podium to speak, Obito couldn't find it in him to hear. Usually he'd find himself sympathetic; he would have tonight too had he been listening. But he couldn't pay attention, dipping his cookie into his lukewarm coffee as he gazed outside, staring through the open door of the opposite room. He wondered if he could just get a peak of her...if she'd be around when his meeting was over.
Maybe he could get her to go for a cup of coffee?
Maybe he could get her number?
The questions were left unanswered, as the meeting ended, and he raced outside. The Grief Support group had ended their meeting as well, but the lilac-eyed woman was nowhere in sight. Obito asked around, but most just shrugged. The only one who answered him was a blonde with a purple outfit that looked too little to withstand the Japanese winter.
"She always leaves early," she pointed out, not unkindly, "Grief is new for her, still raw. But she shows up to every meeting, late, because she never remembers the room – you'll see her again."
"Did you go?" Kakashi asked him in lieu of a greeting when he answered his landline. It's close to midnight, but Obito has been up working since he got in. He had a big upcoming meeting and couldn't afford to mess up.
The dark-haired man sighed, "Yes, I went to the meeting."
"Good. I'm glad."
"Hm."
"We're coming back in the morning – maybe we can all go for lunch?" Kakashi had become the chatty one. And had it been before, Obito would have found that hilarious. But it was the after, so it was more annoying than funny. He hadn't known when his best friend became annoying, he thinks it may have been when most people did. When they began to see his scars and deformation rather than him.
"I've got to head out of town tomorrow," He said, which was true. He did have to leave town for most of the week and wouldn't be home until month-end.
"Obito…"
"Tell Rin, I said good night."
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The company had sent him to deal with their merged resort branch not far off from the countryside. It was partnered with Byakugan Corp. and was one of the very few businesses that the Uchiha didn't totally own. A marriage of necessity, Uncle Madara has called it. He'd been cautious driving up, nervous, and anxious. Ignoring his cousins' request for him to be driven up. Obito has been driving since he was sixteen, he wouldn't stop now. Even if when he'd arrived, he was far paler than usual, his knuckles were alabaster, and he trembled with every step he took.
"I have a reservation," He'd told the receptionist, fifteen minutes later when he'd cooled down, "Obito Uchiha."
The receptionist was too eager to please, handing him his key card and offering to have a bellboy fetch his suitcase up. He'd waved her off, giving her a smile before leaving for his room.
His room was on the top floor, one of the best they had to offer. There was a beautiful view from the glass wall, he could see the high slopes of the mountainside. In the winter it was exquisite. For the first time in months, he was in awe of something bigger than him. A greater thing.
His phone rang at the side of him, his Uncle's name flashed across the screen.
Obito answered it, putting it on speaker so he wouldn't have to press it to his skin.
"Have you made contact with the Hyūga rep?"
"Not yet," He answered curtly.
"He should have been there an hour ago. Have you even called them?"
"No."
Madara clicked his tongue, bordering dangerously on sympathetic, "Obito."
"I know to do my job. It's menial enough for the family reject."
He didn't wait for a response, hanging up the phone. Cursing, he dialled the contact he was given for the Hyūga representative. It rang out, and as he was about to tuck away the device when the number redialed him.
"Uchiha Obito," He greeted.
A cool, female voice floated from the other end. This was not the rep he usually dealt with, "Good afternoon, Mr. Uchiha. I'm the representative from Byakugan Corp. Would you be free to meet over brunch at the company restaurant?"
The voice was female. Soft but commanding, he tried not to think about how it stirred something inside of him. Particularly his pants.
It itched of a vague familiarity as well.
"Yes. Of course, eleven o'clock sounds alright?"
"I'll see you in an hour then, Mr. Uchiha."
Elven came soon enough, an hour after the call. Obito found himself at the restaurant, the hostess had been kind enough to lead him to his table and to his shock, there was the woman who'd occupied most of his thoughts.
"Hinata," her name fell from his tongue like a hushed prayer – a sound of astonishment.
She looked up, her cheeks colouring red, "Obito?"
"You're the representative?" He asked, taking his seat.
"I am." She responded, smiling.
"I wanted to ask you out," He blurts out, uncaring, "But you disappeared that night."
She licked her lips, "I would have said yes."
Her phone rang beside her glass of water. Offering him an apologetic smile, she answered it, "Yes Father, I'm meeting with him now…"
Obito picked at the menu. Going through the lengthy list of traditional meals. He couldn't remember eating here before, in fact when he visited before he'd only ever eaten at the ramen shop and room service. He suspected this was one of the new advancements that the Hyūga has headed. Much like their business, Byakugan Corp was family-owned and ruled.
In fact, from what he could recall the CEO had two daughters. Maybe she was one of them? If only he could remember their names!
"Sorry about that," She told him as she planted the phone face down, "I'm very happy to see you again - even if it is for business."
He smiled, happy to know that.
The conversation fell into business, they sorted out all the yearly business they had to attend to. He found out that she was indeed the CEO's daughter - the heiress, he wondered why he sent her out to do this, which was usually a lowly task. Last year, it had been a very cold, grey-eyed relative, unlike her warm lilac eyes. The business had been settled within an hour, but they had remained for a few hours - just talking. Hinata seemed warm but reigned in at all times, careful mostly and cautious. He recognized it and understood it, he was like that too he supposed. Guards always up, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
But he wanted to be risky with her if she'd let him.
"Can I ask you something?" Obito prodded after he'd finally made her laugh. The twinkle in her eyes didn't diminish, and that made him bite his tongue.
"Sure," she agreed gracefully and breathless from her joy.
He reached across to hold her hand, Obito decided not to ask his original question. "Would you like to come to dinner with me?"
Red painted her cheeks, and as if she might faint - she answered, "Of course."
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Obito hadn't gone on a date in years. Even before his incident he had had a challenging time getting dates.
Especially with someone as beautiful as Hinata. Scratch that, he'd never gone on a date with anyone like her. As he got ready to leave, he collected his wallet, phone, room key and coat. As he lifted his overcoat, a foil fell from it. Obito might have blushed, but he didn't.
It was a condom.
A gag gift from Kakashi, his friend had given it to him on his last birthday along with the coat. Obito hadn't realised that this was the first time he'd be wearing the coat - otherwise, he would have tossed it out a long time ago. Obito twirled it between his index and middle finger. Was he so ambitious to think that a prim and proper lady like Hinata would do such a thing on the first night? She seemed too shy, but she was sure of herself - he could tell, she had the confidence not to care.
Sighing. Obito chucked the condom into a rubbish bin. He doubted anything like that would be happening tonight. After all, Hinata didn't seem like the type to have sex on the first date. He had thought out most of the details of the date, even if he only had a few hours to put it together. He had swung around the Uchiha name and got reservations at a smaller, exclusive, luxury lodge near to the hotel. It was one of those exclusive spots not yet owned by major conglomerates like Uchiha and Byakugan. The lodge was rented out on an individual basis, which meant that although it was a simple dinner - Obito had to rent it out for the entire evening and the next day.
Obito looked at his reflection as he was about to leave and nervously tapped the right side of his face. He looked like something out of a horror movie and couldn't help but wonder if the date would go well. Though Hinata didn't seem superficial - he couldn't help but feel insecure. Sure, he had come to peace with what he looked like a long time ago, he knew it was jarring for 'normal' people to look at him.
He tried not to think too deeply about that.
For the night, he had hired a driver. Obito did not want to run a risk tonight. He couldn't trust himself not to mess up. Downstairs in the lobby, he waited for Hinata - she had requested he wait there which was understandable. It was common security sense to not have a strange man pick her up from her room. When she came down, he hadn't even noticed at first - sending off an email to his Uncle with his first report. It was her voice that alerted him. He smiled haplessly at the sight that greeted him.
Hinata had combed her hair up in a classy updo with tendrils framing her lovely face. Her eyes popped more with a bit blacker kohl around them and her full lips pink and glossy as they spread in a smile to her. She wore a white coat to her ankles, a black miniskirt and a matching turtleneck with black tights covering her well-shaped legs.
He discreetly rubbed his chin, to check if there was any drool before greeting her.
"You look beautiful," he said, reaching his gloved hand to her own covered hand. She blushed prettily and slipped it in.
"Blue looks handsome on you," she responded, with reference to the deep, navy cable knit sweater he wore. Obito smiled and kissed her hand before lacing fingers with it.
He led her out to the car, opening the door for her, and sliding in beside her. The drive took longer than expected, and he slipped an extra twenty to the driver to remind him to come back later. The sky was dark already, signalling more snow to come. He hoped the storm was not near, and they would make it back to the hotel. Though, he would not mind spending the night with Hinata in the lonely lodge.
The lodge looked as perfectly picturesque as the website had shown it to be. Nordic style, with lofty ceilings and wide, tall windows, it resided on a massive estate. The closest building was the resort which was a dot beside the impressive mountains. A smiling man greeted them at the door and allowed them in.
The host led them to a massive, beautiful fireplace and sat them at an exquisite oak table. From thin air, servants took their coats before allowing them to sit beside each other rather than opposite ends of the long table.
Lilies laid themselves in front of Hinata as their waters were set down, she stared at him in shock, and he smiled. It was a simple addition he'd asked to be included. What kind of man didn't buy flowers for his beautiful date? The fragrant flowers were clutched delicately as she leaned over and kissed him at the corner of his lips, the part of his face which was scarred.
"Thank you," she whispered, her breathe minty and cool on his face.
"I'd buy you an entire field if it meant you'd touch me like that again," like he wasn't a freak. Like he was normal.
Hinata laughed and didn't answer as a waiter came out and laid menus before them. They broke from each other reluctantly and perused the menus, shyly glancing up at the other. The duo settled for something quickly, a bottle of red wine, a medium wagyu steak, and roasted potatoes for him and for her, a mushroom broth with a side of fresh rosemary rolls. A bottle came out first, with a nondescript label, it took Obito a second to recognize the lodge's logo on it. It was a homegrown Champayne and had a heady scent when opened. The alcohol fizzled beautifully, flowing from the bottle, into their individual flutes before the server returned it to the ice bucket.
"Complimentary starter for our esteemed guests," the white-haired man with shark teeth said with a grin and deep bow before leaving them to their selves.
"I'm glad you said yes to me tonight."
"I'm glad you asked me."
Obito brushed his hand across hers and felt the softened flesh of an old scar, he didn't think to ask about it but merely clasped her hand, she was looking at the view of the estate's private lake - frozen over and black in the night. The sky was dark grey and white, swirling in violent grey of an impending storm. She turned to him, smiling and beautiful, kissing his fingertips. Everything with her feels old and familiar. Like a song he's listened to a million times, a dance he'd practised every day for every week of a lifetime, and tea he made for every Sunday tea since he was a child.
They talked for what felt like hours until the food came out. Hinata had told him that she had recently restarted a doctorate program in Germany after having it on pause for over a year. She hoped to transition into teaching after her time was over, at the local university.
"No plans to stick with the family business?" he asked.
She shook her head, eyes far off into the terrifying night, "I made a promise to my Nii-san that I would live for myself. Not my family."
Obito recognized the sound of loss in her tone, it was heavy and laden, and though he knew this was the first date, he was sure they already knew their ugly bits by now. Had she not seen his face? Had they not met each other through that daunting building of healing and grief? He knew she was there to mourn someone; she knew he was there to cope with himself, "Your brother sounds like he was a wise man."
"He was." she pronounced, silent and sweet.
"How long?"
She rubbed her thumb along his, as their hands held each other, "One year."
He nodded. What dumb luck, they'd both had their hearts broken around the same time. His a more selfish loss, a shallow thing of his face and hers a loved one, an aching hole that is never filled, "It's been the same time for me."
Face full of mourning and undescribed horror, she nodded with quivering lips, "I'm so sorry Obito-kun."
A vision of confusion, Obito brushed the side of her face with the tips of his fingers, "Sorry?"
"I think I'm at risk of ruining our first date," she giggled softly, eyes filling with tears, "And we haven't even eaten yet."
"Well, I for one, love a good cry before I pig out," Obito teased lightening the mood.
She laughed, neck displaying, and illustrating the smooth skin from her neck to the swell of her milky round breasts. Hinata was about to speak when the lights switched off, leaving just the flames going. Servants came from every corner, lighting great lamps that shone against the brick walls of the lodge. The host, nervously smiled as she crept from the back, "I'm so sorry about the blackout, but the snowstorm came sooner than expected. Unfortunately, our main backup is out and only the room generators are working. It is ill-advised that you leave us tonight, and as such, we have prepared the Platinum Suite for you. The generators for that guest room are the only ones currently working and we advise you to take your dinner and refreshments there for ambience and optimal warmth."
"Thank you," He said, looking at the filled table, and back at Hinata, "A suite each?"
The host looked unsure, "We only have one Platinum Suite."
"Is there any other Suite available?"
"No, there isn't, we only book with Platinum - as per our website details. Unless one of you will rest in the worker's barracks?"
Ever the gentlemen, Obito raised his arm to do so, but was stopped by Hinata placing an arm on his bicep, she spoke eloquently, "We'll be fine with the Suite. Thank you."
The host smiled and gestured for them to be taken up, "Your food will be taken to your rooms once you've been taken up. We will provide loungewear as well as swimwear for utilization for our private jacuzzi."
The walk up the grand staircase was silent, the hallowed corridors resembled something out of a horror movie with the darkness of the storm and the whispering candles that lit the way. In front of them, one of the workers led the way with a UV battery torch. Obito was grimly shocked that unlike the flame lit lamps downstairs, this light was modern by comparison to the others - a real opposition to everything else.
Wide, cedar doors opened to a room that looked like it came from a fairytale. Soaring ceilings and floor to ceiling windows greeted them. The room had its own fireplace, which a worker was slowly stroking to life. There were brick walls and a California king bed on a marble base. Their coats were laid side by side at the foot of it.
Somehow - and don't ask Obito how they'd managed it - their food was on the cherrywood dining table, near the balcony, which was locked tight, but the resistant glass still showed the white of the outside. The violent, fighting snowstorm they were all sheltering from. The workers bowed at them, leaving swiftly, he supposed to their own cosy quarters.
When they were alone, Obito stared at Hinata without shame. And she seemed to hardly mind, returning it. They were adults. Mature. Comfortable in themselves.
"You can have the bed," Hinata offered, "You did pay for it - I can sleep on the couch," she gestured to the gaudy grey couch which could have been considered a twin bed with its utter plushness.
Obito shook his head, "Definitely not, I'll sleep there, and you can have the bed."
Hinata kissed her teeth in an uncharacteristic show of irritation, "Obito..."
"Hinata..."
She rolled her eyes and took a seat at the foot of the bed, undoing her long, black boots, "Then at least take the first chance at the shower. You've really gone all out tonight and all I did was make you cry."
"Make us cry," he wagged his finger, "And I'll take you up on that offer."
"I'm glad I submitted my report before I came," she said, wiggling her tights covered toes. Obito sat on the ground in front of the bed, right by the fireside and her feet. If he looked up high enough, he could see the toned shape of her long legs until they met the black of her skirt.
Feeling bold, he cupped the heel of her left foot and leaned forward, planting a kiss on her toes while keeping eye contact with her. A delicious red spread along her cheeks, and she rubbed her foot down his neck. Obito took it as encouragement and slowly kissed her tights covered leg until he met her inner thigh, biting the flesh softly. Effortlessly he flipped her skirt high, nose running along the warmth of her crutch until he stood up and kissed her, thoroughly. Hinata tasted of apple and peppermint. The champagne of earlier lingered on her tongue and filled his mouth as she kissed him back. Obito kissed her until her back hit the bed, hands feeling the lines of her supple body while she searched for a home in his.
He could not recall the last time he lost himself in the touch of another human being, and thinking was not in the forefront of his mind right now. Right now, his hips found a pleasant groove between her thighs and pressed himself as close as their clothes would allow as they moved against each other to form a feverish connection.
Hinata part first, kissing his jaw and neck, sucking on the flesh, as her hands went under his sweater, raising it the feel the expanse of his abdominal muscles and firm chest. She did not cringe or hesitate as she felt the scarred flesh, touching them with as much hunger as she did the unmarred flesh.
Obito shivered under her touch - fuck, he could glue himself to her hands. She made him feel divine with her touch.
They stripped each other down relatively quickly, and before he knew it, Hinata was below him - trembling and open for the taking. She kissed him and ran her hand down to his groin, holding his member in hand before guiding it inside her. He hissed at her feel, bottoming into her warmth.
"Hinata," he whispered against her lips, elbows beside her shoulders as he cupped her face with one of his hands, hips slowly moving up and down as they found a rhythm. He listened to the hitches in her breath, keeping the tattoo that made her breathless, "You're being so good for me, pretty girl."
Hinata's pussy felt like he was touching heaven each time he felt it, surrounding him like a warm, quivering glove. He loved the sound of her cry as he bottomed into her, filling her with his thickness with a greedy eagerness. Fuck, he would never want to be anywhere else but inside her again. To hell with his job, to hell with everything – he could stay forever inside Hinata.
She placed her hands on his ass cheeks, pulling him close as they fucked to the crackling of the fire and beating of the storm. Beneath him, she undulated her hips and raised them to meet his highs and dropped them to meet his lows.
"Obito," she murmured, nails scraping his skin as she moved a hand up his back, "Oh, Obi -"
Encouraged to go a little faster, he increased his tempo, kissing her deeply while he strummed her swollen clitoris. Hinata moved wildly underneath his passionate movements, screaming into his kiss as she approached a height - Obito edged her one a bit more before stopping, making her cry.
"Be patient, pretty girl," Rasing up on his haunches, and sitting her up with him, he fucked her from a new position. Velvet steel pulsing upwards into her weeping carven, supporting her by holding onto each of her fat ass cheeks, he made sure she hands a grip so firm on his lower arms that her nail dug in, and fucked her into her at a new angle.
"Such a pretty, fucking sight, Hime," the breasts he had so admired at dinner filled his gaze as they bounced rapidly from his frantic thrusting, her screams louder than anything else against the night egged him on.
"Obito - yes, yes, oh kami - Obito," after a while she spoke gibberish, lavender eyes turned white as she convulsed in his hold. Wet and messy, she came on him and seconds after he shoot off into her, grinding up as he became undone.
Obito collapsed on top of her, still connected, sweaty and hungry for more of Hinata. The lovers laid together for a minute before they disconnected, his fluid - thick and white, plopped out of her core as she shyly closed her legs.
The room felt extremely warm despite what was going on outside, Obito stared at his companion, admiring the red blush on her face that spread far down enough to make him blush, "I've never done that before," she admitted, quietly covering her chest.
Obito, removed her arms, cupping her right elbow and spread his body almost across hers - he'd be damned if she got shy now as if there was any shame in the act they'd just committed, "Sex?"
She shook her head, "S-Sleeping with a g-g-guy on the first date."
Oh, was it some antiqued notion of purity that bothered her? Obito might have laughed if he wasn't worried about hurting her feelings, but instead, he nipped her ear and kissed her at the corner of her mouth, "Am I just some guy?"
The room felt stiff, and Hinata turned to him with a serious expression, lavender eyes considering him delicately, "No."
"Whew."
She laughed.
"Then don't think of it like that. Think of it as an act of affection, think of it of lust, think of it as passion. Think of it as us sharing a moment; a promise of other moments - should we both want more."
"Do you want more?"
"I want everything, Hinata."
They kissed some more, feeling each other and stroking sticky skin, before deciding on sharing a shower which turned into him eating Hinata out in the massive bathtub that should be called a pool.
He took his time on her, legs over his shoulders as he feasted her through two orgasms, washing his face with her exquisite cream and juices. He fingered her to completion and sucked her clit, then tongued her moist centre and rubbed her clit. Obito enjoyed eating pussy - he liked the taste, texture, and most of all he liked to hear a woman lose control of herself merely on his tongue and fingers. Hinata came apart for him, but he relished in her taste, he relished in knowing that he did that to her.
And he would do it again, and again, and again.
They dressed in the satin pyjamas provided to them by the lodge and wrapped themselves in the thick robes before finally eating their dinner. Though it had grown cold, it still retained the taste. They ate slowly, talking at great lengths in between. They tried to pick apart at each other, learn more, see what else there was to be in common with. Old lovers catching up with great hunger - Obito decided he would not let go of her. Not if she didn't want him to, he did not know that she thought the same.
"The jacuzzi looks nice," Hinata suggested quietly as they sipped on their wine with full bellies.
Obito quirked a brow at the obvious suggestion, leaning forward with a devilish grin, "Eager to have me strip down again, Hyūga?"
Coy but playful, she winked at him, standing up and stripping down to nothing as she walked towards the western part of the room where the indoor jacuzzi sat. He watched with great interest as her naked body swayed attractively, round peach-shaped ass wiggling before she sunk into the warm water of the tub. She turned to him, pink-tipped breasts floating in the tub as if to draw him in. Hinata looked cut out of a magazine.
What kind of fool would be to ignore her?
Obito stripped down with the speed of an excited schoolboy, hissing as he entered the water. She giggled at his discomfort, to which he grabbed her and pulled her close to him, "You find my discomfort funny, Hinata-chan?"
She nodded, tongue between teeth, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, "You ran really fast to get in here, Obito-kun."
"I did?" he asked in a faux innocent tone as his hand groped her ass, and the other rubbed her core slowly. "I wonder why?"
"I wonder what your motivation could be," She hummed, blushing when he bowed his head to kiss her breasts. Obito rubbed her slowly, kissing her skin at leisure as he slipped a finger into her, stroking slowly. Hinata dropped one of her arms and stroked his hardening member firmly. The depth of the pool-size jacuzzi allowed for plenty play, and they did just that.
Obito slipped a second finger inside her, groping and slapping the flesh of her ass while he hooked his fingers inside her - tapping that special spot. It was difficult to focus with Hinata tugging at his member, the clever minx slid her other arm down and fondled his balls, sending him into overdrive. He needed to make her come first. It became a mission for him - he would not explode until she screamed for him.
However, it felt like a losing battle, but Obito had a few tricks up his sleeve. Pulling out from her pussy, he pushed her off him and sat her at the edge of the jacuzzi, plopping her on the cold tile that separate the flooring from the jacuzzi edge. Obito stood to his full height and pushed her on her back, taking them both out of the water. Knees pressed to the cold tile, he turned her to her side and plunged into her, thumb pressed to her clit - he didn't move, rubbing her sensitive clit with himself fully inside her until she began to shake and then thrust to chase his orgasm. As he expected, she came from the stimulation of her clit and his full penetration, he fucked her through her fourth orgasm of the night, enjoying her squirming and screaming through the incredibly sensitive feel, her mewls egging him to fuck her hard before he partially emptied himself inside of her again, spilling the rest on her ass and well-fucked vagina - pink, from his dedication to its pleasure.
The couple showered separately - Hinata's demand and got dressed in the same pyjamas before finally turning it. Forgetting about the storm, business, and tragedy. Too filled up on each other as they fell into the dark lull of a restful night.
For once, in an exceptionally long time, Obito did not awaken in a cold sweat. There were no night terrors to shake him into reality, no devious dreams to terrorize him. But to the smell of ginger tea and soft humming. Groggily he turned his head and watched Hinata sit by the balcony - which was now open, the obvious storm had passed, dressed in her clothes from the night before minus the tights, sipping on some tea with a full Japanese breakfast before her.
He smiled at the sight, Hinata was something he would wish upon a million shooting stars for the honour of getting used to. Obits rolled from the bed, feet loudly planting themselves on the ground. He stood naked as Hinata turned to see him. Her blush, prettily on her bare face as she greeted him, "Good morning, Obito-kun."
He kissed her softly, surprised by her deepening it, he tasted the spice of the tea and the honey which sweetened it on her tongue, "Good morning, Hinata-chan."
She smiled, unbothered by the morning breath, "The storm lifted this morning. Some of the maids laundered our clothes for us to leave today."
"Ah," Obito did not want to leave just yet. The lodge had WiFi, stable electricity, and a nice environment – their reports were already submitted too. Would it be preposterous to ask her to let them stay here? Until they had to return home and figure out what they were in the real world? He liked the little bubble they shared, where they lavished in each other richly and could love without spies from either family reporting. Call Obito selfish, but he wanted Hinata to himself for as long as he was allowed. For as long as she would have him.
It seemed he wasn't the only one who thought this, her arm snaked around his neck to stand, pressing her clothed body to his as she spoke, fingers tracing his muscles chest, "But I could have my assistant send over our things? And we stay here before we head back to Konoha?"
"Really?" He asked, not caring if he seemed overly eager.
"Yes," then her voice got low, "Would you like to spend the rest of the week with me? And even more when we get home?"
It seemed insane, this woman whom he had really just met, and they were already so caught up with each other. Obito might just pinch himself to make sure it was real if it were for her roaming hands on his naked body.
Instead of answering, Obito plucked Hinata up and braced her against the brick wall of the room and kissed her. His morning wood pressed against her warm centre.
When they parted, Hinata sighed hopelessly, a grin on her face, "I'll call Kō."
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Hinata blew out one of her pine scented candles after she got the text that Obito was downstairs. It wouldn't take him long to reach her floor and let himself in. They were going out for a date night near Karasuma Street, where a new Western Restaurant had opened. Though Hinata preferred traditional food – Ini had recommended it and she was willing to try. Now, as she considered it, Ino had probably meant for her to go with her friends and not her boyfriend. But Obito became second nature for her, wanted to see a new movie? She called Obito. Wanted someone to try a new pastry she made? Obito. Someone to show a new dress she bought? Obito. The first person she called when they weren't together in the morning? Obito. Hinata flushed in shame. It would seem like she was neglecting her friends in favour of a man – but she found it incredibly hard to care.
Hinata closed her windows, having had enough Spring air in, and changed the water in the latest set of lilies gifted to her by Obito. Every week he sent fresh flowers to her, a different kind of arrangement each time, and each time she cherished them. A single flower from each was pressed and laminated by her. She kept the book of them tucked away for the first few months of their relationship, but Obito had found it one night over and had grinned at her with such joy she'd never seen before. Her appreciation had meant so much to him that it was overwhelming. She never hid it from him again and learned to love him without shame.
Who knew that all it took was one uncharacteristic life to form the best relationship she'd ever had? Obito brought out the most unexpected parts of her.
The first night she'd seen him, on the way to the grief group, she had thought about him every night. She replayed the sound of his voice over and over, and then the fate of him being the Uchiha representative? It was Godsent. She was still carrying the death of her cousin so heavily, but Obito lightened that load. He gave her space to live in a way she had not in such a long time. Hinata liked to think that she had done the same for him.
"Hinata-chan," her boyfriend greeted as he opened the door. He gave her a charming smile (though, she found everything about him charming) and held up a small brown bag.
She smiled at the sight of him and her favourite treat; he looked handsome in a dark blue shirt and black jeans, "Hello Obito-kun."
He planted a kiss in her glossy lips, cleaning the strawberry flavoured cosmetic from it as he swept his tongue across and sucked on the bottom lip, "You ready to spend the night on my arm, pretty girl?"
Grinning like a fool, happier than she'll ever be, she kissed him and snatched her treat, "Always."