A.N.: This whole chapter is a lemon. It wasn't meant to be that way, but there it is. As lemons go, it is not realistic at all. This is fantasy fiction in every sense of the word. I'm sorry? (Just a little, though.)
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The futon looked inviting from where Hinata stood, still tucked beneath Naruto's arm at the threshold of the room. Unconsciously her fingers twined in the fabric of his haori, anticipation not unmixed with trepidation making her reach for any reassurance. She started when Naruto twined his hand with hers, his grip warm and firm on her suddenly frigid fingers; she glanced up, and the gentle quirk of his lips was enough to soothe the worst of her misgivings.
"Naruto-"
"Hinata-"
Their shared laughter dispelled some of the tension in the air, enough that Hinata gradually loosened her grip on her husband's haori. He didn't release her hand though, twining his fingers through hers as he gently guided her forward, turning her to face him. Her smile faded when she saw the naked heat in his eyes, the way he raked her form appreciatively from head to toe, lingering near the ties of her kimono.
"You were saying?" He swallowed and Hinata was powerless to resist mirroring the gesture. For once he was the one blushing, a pink tinge rising from his cheeks and up to the curve of his ears. It was… charming in its own right. Almost without willing it her hand reached up to brush across his face, enjoying the heat against her fingertips. He froze beneath her touch, even his breathing stopped as her curious fingers traced over the whisker-like marks on his cheeks.
"After you." She murmured, absorbed in her study. She had never touched anyone like this, let alone a man. But it was her right, Hinata reminded herself; he certainly wasn't objecting.
Naruto's free hand brushed through his hair, a gesture she was beginning to recognize for a nervous tic. "Nothing has to happen tonight, you know? We could just… go to sleep." He finished lamely, glancing toward the made-up futon with its layers of inviting blankets. Reluctantly, Hinata allowed her hands to fall to her sides, blind to the regretful look Naruto flashed her.
Even her own mind conspired against her; Hinata's expression was equal parts disappointment and determination. Privately she had hoped her handsome specter would take the lead, let her pretend that this wasn't all her own fantasy. It was a habit of hers, she conceded, and one she would just as soon do away with.
Hinata straightened her spine, meeting his impossibly blue eyes and murmuring the word they had both been hoping to hear: "N-no."
Her tongue caught on the word, tight throat forcing her to swallow halfway through. Nevertheless, she had clearly and unequivocally voiced her wish in a way she might not have dared before. She was rewarded by the way Naruto's eyes widened with surprise, the curve of his smile quickly turning lascivious; she had seen the look before, though it had never in her memory been meant for her. Seeing it now only fueled the heat gathering under her skin. She was burning, and with every touch she set him alight too.
Though she couldn't quite bring herself to bluntly ask for what she wanted, Hinata forced the next words out on a whisper, "I don't want to sleep."
"Good." Before she could do more than blink Naruto had wrapped his free arm about her, releasing her hand to catch her chin and tilt her face up to meet his warm, chapped lips. She giggled as he pressed an affectionate kiss to her nose, another to the curve of her eyelashes- the giggle trailed off when she felt the first press of his lips to her own in a mute question. She rose on her tip-toes to answer the only way she knew how, returning his chaste kiss.
It didn't stay chaste for long. Hinata froze when she felt his lips open to hers, tongue running across the seam of her lips invitingly; she pulled back, heels hitting the floor with an audible thump. He grinned, and it set her heart to racing so quickly she thought it must be beating against her ribs. "All right, Hi. Na. Ta?"
Mischief, pure mischief. His grin vanished when she curled into him, hand splaying across his heart, pleased to find its pulse mirrored her own; she wasn't the only one affected here.
He leaned down to catch her mouth again, easing her into it, teaching her how to move with him. Hinata had always been a quick-study; her eyes fluttered shut, lips opening to him with no trace of self-consciousness; he twined his tongue with hers, coaxing her to explore him as he did her. Cautiously she reciprocated, fingers kneading into him unconsciously while she luxuriated in her first kiss; she was hesitant, a little clumsy, and clearly unschooled in it, but he sensed her eagerness, the genuine enjoyment of a novice willing to throw herself in head first.
It was a crime that no one had touched her like this before, an offense against nature that someone so tactile had been denied this simple pleasure until now. Yet Naruto couldn't deny that his newfound possessive streak delighted in knowing he could be the one to teach her, that he was the only who that knew what she felt and tasted like. It quieted a growing pit of jealousy he hadn't even noticed before. He promised himself that as soon as he could muster the patience, they would spend hours exploring each other like this. No more than kisses- tender or passionate, innocent and seductive until their lips were sore and swollen and their hands had taken on a mind of their own.
He pulled away first, gratified when she followed, enjoying the contact just a second longer. Who was he to deny her? But his fingers twitched at the thought of finally undoing those ties, snaking through her hair to pull the pins and let it fall freely about her.
Hinata thinned her lips, enjoying the lingering sensations as her eyes followed his. He made no secret of what he wanted, palms brushing down her ribs to the flare of her hips, back up again to dip in the slit of her kimono and play with the ties. Turnabout was fair play, she assured herself as the backs of her hands ghosted down his chest, humming contentedly when he chuckled as her hands found a ticklish spot. His muscles leapt beneath her hands and Hinata couldn't help but linger there, enjoying the sensation.
Next to him she felt small. Not in the degrading way her family sometimes made her feel, not defenseless or weak, just a little overwhelmed in a way she was beginning to appreciate.
She hadn't even noticed when he began to tug on the fabric of her kimono, loosening it enough that it draped about her. The obi fell forgotten to the floor while her own hands plucked listlessly at his haori; there was an unexpected thrill in letting him undress her like this, and even eager as she was to see him, Hinata found herself relaxing under his hands, letting him turn her this way and that as he stripped her out of her formal attire.
"My hair." Hinata raised a hand, tugging lightly at one of the pins there.
Naruto stayed her hand, shaking his head absentmindedly. "Leave it for now."
"But…" It seemed backward, but what did she know after all? The more he pulled the kimono from her, the more her natural shyness was beginning to rear its head; part of her was tempted to hide- but she had promised, hadn't she?
Naruto paused, reluctance in every line of his body. "But?"
She shook her head, "Never mind."
His brow furrowed, "Hinata."
That one word managed to convey worlds worth of meaning. Hinata's gaze flicked down to the floor and back up to his just as quickly.
"I just thought- isn't it strange to leave it up? I can undo it."
Hinata knew he was planning something wicked when she saw his smirk return, overshadowing the look of concentration he had worn as he tried to rid her of her clothes without ruining them. Her breath stuttered to a halt when he leaned forward to press his mouth to the curve of her neck, lingering on the vulnerable pulse point there before kissing a path up to her ear, "But it makes it so much easier to do this."
Her knees buckled slightly at the hot rush of air on the curve of her ear, she gulped, confused at how sensitive her neck and ears were- it was something she had seen depicted in her illicit books certainly, but another thing entirely when it was used against her.
"You're right." Hinata gasped out, thoroughly convinced.
"Oh? Did you enjoy that?"
She nearly leapt out of her skin when his tongue darted out to trace the curve of her ear, thumb circling over her collarbone in a gesture doubtless meant to soothe that only reminded her how little of her skin he had touched.
"Yes." Hinata breathed, impatient enough to forget her embarrassment. She turned her face to his own, thankful when he let her catch his lips once more, just a quick peck of reassurance.
Naruto seized the opportunity to push the kimono the rest of the way from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor where it belonged. Hinata tensed for a moment, hands fluttering uncertainly as she pulled back from the kiss. He caught them in his own, drawing them to her sides so he could look his fill, glad she hadn't asked him to pull her hair down yet. Naruto didn't want anything between them, not even the excuse of her hair to protect her modesty. This way she was laid bare to him, every curve and plane his to admire, every scar to trace, every errant blush plain as day.
And she was blushing- a rosy shade that spread from her face down the curve of her breasts, as much arousal as self-consciousness.
She was as lovely as he had suspected: Every bit of her was as moonlight pale as her face, making the constellation of freckles at her hip stand out all the more. He would trace those with his tongue and teeth before the night was over, Naruto promised himself. A faded pink scar bisected the skin just to the side of them, doubtless a childhood injury; her hand twitched with the desire to cover it when his gaze lingered there a second too long, but she didn't pull away. He kissed her fingers, telling her without words how much he appreciated her trust.
Naruto took her in slowly, forcing his eyes away from that intriguing triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs to her breasts, lingering on the slight curve of her stomach. He could see the hours she had spent running through her stances reflected in the muscle beneath her softness- he wanted to run his fingertips over the skin there to feel the way they tightened at his touch. He imagined the way her legs would clamp about his hips, her muscles shifting just under her skin as she arched to meet him and the stab of arousal at the mental image bordered on pain.
"Naruto." His name slipped unbidden from her lips and he trembled slightly at the sound, gaze flicking up to meet hers, offering her a reassuring smile. He could feel the effort it cost Hinata not to struggle, not to hide from his frankly assessing glances. She shifted restlessly from foot to foot, and his mouth ran dry as he realized he could hear how wet she was getting for him. Unable to resist, his eyes flew back to the juncture of her thighs, breath coming hard at the sight of a sheen of her essence glistening there.
He wanted nothing so much as to capture her hands behind her back, pressing her into the wall as he yanked one of her toned thighs over his shoulder, pressing filthy kisses there while she writhed and pleaded for more. Her knee would buckle as it had when he pressed the kiss to her ear, but he would keep her pinned there while her gasps turned to sobs, bringing her to climax again and again until she wasn't sure whether it was pleasure or pain that made her cry out. He would take every drop of her, eyes locked on her own, no room for shame between them.
Finally he would let her fall into his arms, crumpling like a rag doll; he would whisper to her how beautiful she had been, how irresistible between sharing kisses that tasted of her. She would tremble in the aftermath of sensation as he mercilessly coaxed her to ride him, hips shaking with the effort of pushing herself up until finally she gave in and let him bear her weight, lifting her up only to drag her roughly down again, chasing his own relief while she panted out that she couldn't possibly come again. He would prove her wrong, wringing a final orgasm from her just on the right side of pain that would leave her sprawled bonelessly atop him, speechless with weary satisfaction.
Naruto forced the thought from his head; tonight was not the night for that sort of play, and everything about Hinata's body language was beginning to suggest uneasiness. He wouldn't for all the world have her think he would keep her on a shelf only for looking at.
"Are you-" Hinata's voice trailed off when his hand finally found its way to her hair, tugging at a silver pin until the midnight lock it held in place tumbled down her back. She sucked in a breath, tilting her head to give him better access to the smaller tokens sprinkled through her hair. She had expected him to be as graceless as he had been with the ties, but his fingers were nothing if not nimble, making her wonder where and with whom he had practiced the skill.
Something about that thought felt odd. She tried to follow it to the natural conclusion, gaze turning inward but Naruto chose that moment to playfully tug at her hair. "Stay with me, princess."
Just like that her attention was diverted, refocused to the way her hair swayed against her back, skimming across her hips to leave whispers of sensation in its wake. There was something sinfully decadent about standing before him naked like this while he, still clothed, undressed and admired her, brushing her hair back from her face. At last he sought out the final pin, the last bunch of her hair tumbling over her shoulder and down her breasts. It rested at her nipple, the feel of it sending heat through her anew. Naruto followed its path, pushing it back over her shoulder, unwilling to allow her even that scrap of modesty. His grip on her wrists tightened for a second, nostrils flaring- she swore for a moment she could feel the prick of claws on her fragile skin before it was gone again.
Finally he released her hands; unconsciously she drew them to her chest, curling in on herself instinctively after being exposed so long. He arched an incredulous brow, and her hands froze mid-gesture. She had so little left to hide already after he had practically devoured her with his eyes, and the curl of his lips suggested he wasn't about to move until she returned the favor. It was only fair, she supposed, and she couldn't deny the niggling whisper at the back of her mind that was urging her to push the haori from his shoulders and make short work of the kosode beneath.
"May I?" Hinata winced at her polite tone. Ravishing seductress she was not, though she had almost forgotten it.
"Please." Naruto's hoarse voice was all the encouragement she needed to swallow the lump of nervousness in her throat, pushing aside visions of fumbling so horribly the night ended before it had properly begun. This was her night, she reminded herself, and she had been looking forward to this part since he had first pulled her into his arms.
His clothing was far less intricate than hers, peeling off him easily despite her lightly shaking fingers. The task was familiar to her; she knew her way around light armor and the garments beneath and this was only a more formal version of it. She silently congratulated herself for her swiftness when the haori and its underpinnings came away in her hands.
Oh. Hinata barely swallowed her gasp. He was everything she had imagined, of course, lightly tanned skin stretched taut over sinews and muscle, wide shoulders tapering down to solid hips. She shifted uncomfortably, very aware of what it was that drew her eyes to the crease of his thigh just visible beneath the hakama she hadn't found the courage to remove yet. She bided her time, taking him in inch by inch, pleased that her blush had faded enough for her to look him in the eye and offer him the same appreciative smile he had given her.
She traced the line of his collar bone, lingering on the curve of his Adam's apple; she wanted to nip there, somewhere only just visible, somewhere their guests would notice and tease him for. Her thoughts must have shown in her eyes because he swallowed softly, shifting his weight. Hinata found she enjoyed turning the tables on him, enjoyed the playful rapport they were building with every knowing glance, every garment shed or smile shared. Naruto was blushing again, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light that sent another shudder of arousal through her. She wanted to ask him his thoughts for him to whisper them in her ear as he had earlier, only this time pressed skin to skin.
Her pinkening skin mirrored his own, and his intrigued expression wasn't far removed from hers. Neither spoke, both fearful of breaking the spell they had woven together. Hinata's gaze drifted down over his broad chest, catching on his nipples, beaded like hers. Reminded of her nudity, she hesitated for the barest second; Naruto's soft growl called her back to herself, urging her louder than words to finally strip him already. He had taken his time with her; if she chose to do the same he couldn't have any complaints.
It took every ounce of confidence she had mustered to finally pull the hakama from him- looking everywhere but where temptation urged. Naruto's hands joined hers when she faltered, encouraging but not assisting in the slightest. She sighed her vexation, but he only chuckled.
Finally he was bare to her as she was to him, and forgetting all the scruples painstakingly instilled in her, Hinata's eyes flew straight to his erection.
It wasn't a new sight, not exactly. But it had been years since she had last flipped through those forbidden volumes, and it was quite unlike what she remembered. Hinata swallowed tightly, shocked at her own brazenness. With an effort she forced her pearl gaze back to Naruto's blue. There was no shame reflected there, no judgment, just the echo of her own lust. Tentatively, so slowly she could see his muscles straining with the effort of holding still, Hinata reached out to run her fingers down his chest, following the trail of muscle and light dusting of hair to his sex.
Naruto clenched his teeth, swallowing down the filthy words that rose to his lips. She was torturing him with her uncertain caresses; he wanted nothing so much as to take her hand in his own and show her what he preferred. But he was transfixed, studying Hinata's face as she gradually forgot her nerves, replaced by a frank curiosity he wanted nothing so much as to satisfy for both of their sakes. It would have been easier to bear, perhaps, if he had been able to reach out and touch her, but instinct warned him she would withdraw as soon as she remembered herself.
She wet her lips and he followed the sight of her tongue, clenching his fist at his side until his muscles tensed and shifted. Hinata's otherwordly eyes followed the movement, breath coming short and sharp.
It was all the invitation he needed to close the distance between them for another kiss, one designed to rid her of the last of her inhibitions, to leave the lady outside their room and come to him as his wife and mistress. He was hers to touch, after all, as she was his. Hinata moaned, a soft breath of sound that went straight to his cock; she squirmed when she felt him against her, unconsciously seeking him out, arms wrapping around him at last so she could run her tiny nails over his back all too lightly. Naruto wanted to feel her scratches there come morning, a mark of pride that he had finally coaxed a vixen out of her.
She remembered herself enough to pull away, resting those hands on his shoulders to hold him close. "We should-" She swallowed thickly, shifting against him enticingly, "We should go to bed." The look on her face was equal parts demand and question, her tone completely unwavering.
Naruto hummed his agreement, pleasantly surprised when Hinata wrapped a firm hand about his, pulling him with her toward the futon. She was still nervous, he could see it in the way her gaze wavered, her grip just a little too tight, but then he wasn't much better; next to her he felt as graceful and self-assured as a lumbering ox. The thought that they were about to become husband and wife in every possible sense had his stomach twisting in knots even as he ached with lust.
Valiantly resisting the urge to break eye contact, Hinata didn't notice how near they were to the futon until she quite literally stumbled into it, crying out in dismay as she tumbled to the sheets.
"Hinata!" Naruto grabbed for her with lightning-quick reflexes, squawking when the sudden motion unbalanced him; they fell together in a tangle of limbs, thankful for the reasonably soft landing. Hinata couldn't quite bite back another laugh; she hadn't expected that was something she would ever do on her wedding night, and the relief of it was enough to prick her eyes. Naruto laughed with her, burying his face in the covers to hide what she suspected was an embarrassed blush.
She wouldn't let him hide, reaching out to catch his chin as he had hers and turning him to face her. Their laughter trailed off as she looked her fill of the muscles in his shoulders and down his back, visible to her now; his were glued to her heaving chest. Hinata shifted, feeling unaccountably daring under that stare- he looked at her like she was perfection incarnate, and she worried she could become addicted to it. Only tonight. She reminded herself mentally, but since it was only one night there was every reason to enjoy herself. Doubtless the guilt would eat her up come morning as she tried to converse normally with her family over breakfast.
It could wait until then.
Touch me again. She wanted to order him, wanted to beg him, wanted him to beg her or command it of her; anything as long as he touched her already-
As though sensing her thoughts he rested a palm on her stomach, seemingly enraptured at the way she leapt, her muscles tensing all at once. It gave her the courage she needed to reach out at last, tugging pointedly at the hem of his last garment; he wasted no time stripping out of them, hands moving with the ease of familiarity. Annoyed at the blush that was once again creeping up her cheeks, Hinata refused to look away; she wondered if she would have any blushes left in her after tonight. She wasn't going to worry about it though, not when Naruto was watching her with a devilish smirk that said he knew about a dozen more ways to make her blush and intended to explore every one of them.
"You're very ha-" Naruto didn't give her the chance to finish, kicking off his hakama at last and bringing his hands back to her skin- she gasped and nearly swallowed her tongue when one rough thumb brushed over a peaked nipple.
"I didn't hear you?" She loved his smirk, Hinata decided. There was smugness in it, yes, but also good humor and open amusement, a sort of lightheartedness to it she seldom saw reflected back at her.
"I said you're very handsome." Her breath shuddered out of her when he pinched slightly, leaning down to press a wet kiss in the valley between her breasts.
"I love your voice." He murmured. Another kiss in the hollow of her throat. "I love the way you say my name."
Not recognizing the trap, Hinata obliged, baring her throat as she whispered a breathy "Naruto."
It ended on a gasp, his teeth sharp but oh so careful against her vulnerable throat; there was just a hint of danger in it, the knowledge that he could easily hurt her like this, but that she wasn't going to protest. She rocked her hips against him, feeling a little mischievous herself. He groaned into her skin and it was her turn to smirk, fingers running up the curve of his thigh until he twitched and shuddered against her.
"Fuck, Hinata."
The profanity surprised her, but it was obvious he meant it for praise, one hand bracing near her shoulder to push himself up as his free hand played across her chest to her other nipple, down to her stomach once more-
It forced him that much closer to her and she wriggled in mingled excitement and trepidation when she felt his hardness against her. She hadn't really even had a chance to see what it was that she hoped would be in her soon. Illustrations were one thing, but she wanted more than that. Hinata allowed her hand to creep farther down, basking in his body as he did hers; Naruto had begun to move against her, languid movements that sent a tingling warmth through her blood. She responded instinctively, arching against him, finding a rhythm that matched his.
Her hand crept down, stealing between them to that place that felt so warm, an ebb and flow of subtle sensation as he rocked against her. Naruto stilled when her fingers found him, muttering something quietly to himself as her curious hand wrapped about his length, running down the length of it and back up in blind exploration.
"Gods, harder please."
Emboldened, she tightened her grip, intrigued at the vein she felt, the head that was seeping liquid. Ah. Hinata's blush deepened; not all that wetness was his. For all she had been raised to be a lady, she was enjoying this.
Sex was meant to be a duty between husband and wife. Pleasure was the realm of concubines and prostitutes, and then only for men that found no satisfaction with their wives. There were exceptions, she knew, but the stigma of it was such that it was not publicly discussed.
That made her at best an undisciplined sensualist, at worst an adulteress. Hinata was surprised to find that shame wasn't the only thing she felt; beneath it was an undercurrent of arousal that had her redoubling her efforts, tracing the vein beneath her fingers, daring to glance across the slit at the head that oozed the evidence of her wickedness. Naruto bucked, eyes scrunching shut and teeth clamping on his lip.
"Shit. Stop, we better stop."
Reluctantly Hinata released him, puzzlement mixing with hurt. Her hands weren't much like the ladies at court either, lined and calloused from hard work and training; her nails weren't long and polished, still jagged in places where they had cracked or broken-
"Ah!" Her heels dug into the futon, simultaneously pushing away and arching into Naruto; his hot palm pressed into her center, rubbing too gently while his fingers played at her entrance.
He murmured endearments and soothing words, things only half heard as she focused on the new sensation spreading through her, sharp and sweet. Her eyes locked on his, trying to find their easy rhythm once more as her hips stuttered with the effort. Hinata wasn't sure if it was quite pleasure or not, caught up in the unfamiliarity of it-
"Good?" Even the monosyllable sounded like it cost Naruto a great deal to articulate. His blush seemed permanently stained in his skin, but she saw no trace of shame or self-consciousness.
"I don't know." Hinata answered honestly, breathless and feeling too warm for the blankets surrounding her. His hand stopped and she had her answer, whimpering at its loss; she moved pointedly, encouraging him, relieved when he didn't tease her too long. She could hear them in the silence: Naruto's occasional stifled growl as her body trembled and twitched beneath his, the filthy sound of his fingers stirring her lust, the gasps that caught in the back of her throat and the way her teeth clenched to bite back a demand for more.
He raised his fingers, spreading them apart to show her the way the viscous liquid clung to them. Hinata instinctively sensed what he would ask her next, but the sound of it whispered in that husky voice was enough to make her squirm: "Do you want me?"
"Yes!" She clenched her eyes shut, embarrassed at how emphatic she had sounded. Of course Naruto wouldn't let it end that easily; he was enjoying the game, teasing her past sanity and inhibition. How she had conjured such a devil, Hinata wasn't about to contemplate.
"How?"
Hinata growled, eyes flashing open once more to lock with his, surprised at her own vehemence. "How-However." She bit off, unwilling to give him what he was asking for. She wasn't herself tonight, but the last vestige of 'lady Hinata' still clung stubbornly.
Naruto arched a brow; she didn't trust his expression at all, neither the way his wet fingers traced a trail from her belly button back down to her center, playing over a spot that made her tense and hiss, fingers clenching in the sheet to keep from grabbing his wrist and making him press harder.
"Do you want my fingers?"
Before she could respond with a slightly vexed yes, he suddenly crouched between her legs to push them over his shoulders, licking a stripe up her core. Hinata was shocked to realize the bitten off scream of mingled surprise and want was her. "Or my tongue."
"Either. Both." Hinata's voice was strained, sweat beading on her brow and her heels digging into the futon almost viciously. Strong as her thighs were, Naruto had no doubt she could have seriously hurt him if she wanted to; he wanted them clamped about his head, her hands weaving through his hair to urge him on, commanding with her body the way she hadn't quite mustered the resolve to do with her words. He couldn't coax that out of her tonight, she had already ceded too much, but with so many centuries to pass together he would have that from her too eventually.
She wasn't pliant, too much the lady to ever surrender control so completely to anyone else; Naruto promised himself he would have that from her too when she trusted him enough. She would be his mistress or his slave, whichever she pleased whenever she asked. His first priority was teaching her to tell him what pleased her, no matter how shameful.
"Make a decision, Hinata." His breath teased her clit, setting the muscles in her thighs to trembling once more. He pressed a fleeting kiss there, possessed by some inner mischievous spirit to press his tongue into her, exploring and teasing the same way he had her mouth until he had thoroughly tasted her bitter sweetness. She was quiet, but one lovely hand finally clamped in his hair, tugging unconsciously as she tried to move with him. He considered tongue-fucking her to orgasm first, waiting for her muscles to relax and her breathing to settle before he slid into her so easily. She'd be flushed and welcoming, her eyes hooded with pleasure and the slightest bit of fatigue; her arms would wrap around him, her breath hot in his ear as she finally lost the fight to hold back her words.
He wasn't going to last that long, Naruto knew. It took everything he had not to thrust into the sheets and ruin the futon. He wasn't about to rush their first night together, but he very nearly offered a prayer to the goddess of mercy to make Hinata as impatient as he-
"You." She said decisively, her thinned lips suggesting she knew he was being difficult and that his teasing was beginning to edge on cruelty.
Oh, he hadn't even begun to show her what he could do when he was feeling playful. There would be other nights for that though, and it was neither kind nor wise to keep a lady waiting when her eyes were demanding all the things her lips didn't dare shape yet.
She tensed only slightly when he allowed her legs to fall apart, moving up her body with scattered kisses and touches. He hadn't near looked his fill yet, and the way her gaze devoured him suggested Hinata was thinking the same thing, but they were both eager and weary. This was only one night of many, Naruto reminded himself; tomorrow he would wake to her curled up and sleeping soundly in his arms. He would wait until she woke on her own, smiling slowly for him, stretching away the exertion of tonight. If he was lucky, perhaps he could convince her to straddle him, still warm and heavy with sleep; she would rock against him, her small hands pressed into his chest as she took her pleasure. He would guide her movements, telling her without words how damn perfect she was and how fortunate he was to have found her- she'd toss her head back wantonly, the midnight blue curtain of her hair teasing his thighs until at last they came together.
Tomorrow.
"What are you thinking?" The words seemed to slip from her unbidden, only honest curiosity in them. "Your eyes…"
His eyes. Naruto clamped them shut, willing his spirit down. One day he would show her that side of himself, but after all she had witnessed tonight he was sure Hinata craved her human normalcy. He kept his claws sheathed, his eyes the clear blue she had so admired.
She cut off when she felt him against her, unconsciously rocking into him, her legs clamping about his hips lest he attempt to move away. He nearly came at the feel of her wet heat against him, desperately fumbling so that he could slide into her so easily, like they were but two pieces of a puzzle finally come together.
The strangled moan that slipped past Hinata's clenched teeth was all the encouragement he needed, nudging into her that last little bit until they rested hip to hip. He had meant to pause there, give both of them time to adjust to the feeling- she was scorchingly hot against his sensitive flesh, gripping him like a well-fitted glove; Hinata wouldn't have it, arching into him with inexperienced abandon, their rhythm forgotten. Naruto caught her hips, hissing his displeasure when claws slipped free to nick her skin. Hinata threw her head back, hair tangling on the sheets, breasts heaving with exertion, inviting him to lick and suck.
Naruto caught a nipple in his mouth, rough tongue circling it, sucking lightly. He wanted to scatter love-bites across her pale flesh, bruises that wouldn't have time to fade before he put more on her. Down her throat and breasts, over her hips and between her thighs, nipping and sucking until he could see the sweet redness of his mark. She could wear her proper kimonos, her business-like training outfits, but beneath that straight-laced exterior she would carry them like secret love letters.
"Naruto!" Her voice, his name on her lips with her core twitching around him, the smell of them in the air- it was nearly too much to resist. Then she yanked the tuft of his hair, pulling his face up to hers and catching his lips in a kiss entirely unbefitting a virgin. He was lost.
His hips slammed into her hard enough to push her up the futon an inch, her free hand pressing back against the wall behind them absentmindedly, meeting his intensity shamelessly. She nipped at his lips when he nearly pulled away, following him without letting him catch a breath. They were clumsy in their eagerness, a little too rough, a little too fast, but Hinata was speaking praises into his mouth, urging him for more and loving husband that he was, Naruto wouldn't deny her. He felt her spasming, felt the way her legs clamped and every muscle in her body went limp from the sudden release of tension, Hinata falling back to the futon with a breathless cry of satisfaction.
Chasing his own release, Naruto dragged her hips to him, delighting in her sharp cry when his circling hips found her clit once more. He came, pushing into her and staying there, reluctant to surrender their contact. Her body was milking him, the last twitches and spasms of her climax subsiding while she panted softly, breathing gradually returning to normal.
Naruto pushed up slightly, but Hinata wouldn't let him go far, her arm winding about his shoulder to pull him back down, still arching against him slightly as she chased the last vestige of pleasure. Relieved he hadn't hurt her, content to bask in her warmth, he cautiously shifted to her side, turning her to face him and drawing one slender leg over his own. Finally Hinata pulled back, still flushed and sweating, eyes bright and wide as they fixed on his own.
"Thank you." She murmured, pressing a too-short kiss to his lips as her eyes drifted closed, surrendering herself to much-needed sleep.
Naruto ran his hand through her hair one final time, frowning slightly. What did she think he needed thanking for?
Sleep was tugging at his limbs, making his muscles heavy and too lethargic even to pull her closer. He settled for tucking her under his chin, draping a possessive arm over her hips and pulling her close. It was a question for another day.
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A.N. Sorry for the late update everyone, but many thanks for all the encouragement! ^.^ RL got a little hectic, but it's all good now so these updates should be reasonably quick. I hope this one was worth the wait. (Seriously, I love all of you to bits and pieces. I was hesitant about tackling this ship/fandom and everyone here has put me at ease. You're all so welcoming!)
As much as I enjoyed writing this, I'm not sure I liked the way it turned out. It's pretty long and it's a lot more thought than action. It's my first het in awhile so I'm kind of finding my legs again. I chose to err on the side of less explicit, but it's a little too euphemistic for my usual tastes. Any concrit is much appreciated.
Character-wise I might come back to do some editing. It's a little difficult to speculate what characters are like in the proverbial sack so I'll read it with fresh eyes in a couple days, which is probably when I will post the next chapter.
That said, this will be one of the less explicit lemons, so if it's too much please also let me know and I will consider editing here to post the full version elsewhere. If there are no objections, we'll go along as is until I hear otherwise. :)