A/N: I know that author notes are boring and lame, but I would like to thank each and every one of you for all those sweet reviews! I swear, I nearly cried when I read some of them because they were just so nice.

Anyways, enough of this sappy crap. LET'S GET ON TO THE SEXY KINKY STUFF!

Black Lace:

Chapter Four

It took Sasuke a few hours to realize that Hinata hadn't come down from doing her chore for a very long time. It was already evening, and he was getting hungry for dinner.

'Jeeze', he thought, climbing back up the stairs. 'Does it really take that long to clean out pubes from a shower drain?'

Sasuke tip-toed to the bathroom door and quietly knocked. "Hinata, are you done yet?"

No answer.

He tapped his foot impatiently and knocked once more. "Hinata?"

Again, no answer.

Sasuke sighed and gripped the doorknob. "Okay then, I'm coming in."

He cautiously opened the door and stepped one foot inside.

"Hinata?"

The room was silent.

Worry started to take over in Sasuke's mind. Where was she? There was no way she could've gone home. He was downstairs the entire time and the bathroom was on the second floor, so there was no way Hinata could go unless she had the ability to fly out of a window.

Sasuke walked over to the shower and ripped the curtains open. Hinata was sprawled out on the tiled shower floor, her hand loosely gripping a wad of curly black hair and her cheeks flushed pink. Sasuke rolled his eyes.

'Oh god, she fainted?'

He continued to stare at her. Even when she was knocked out, she was still very pretty. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes shut lightly, giving her an almost peaceful look. Her long legs were partly spread apart, which gave Sasuke a pretty decent view of her panties.

Sasuke's mouth dropped and a spark of heat trailed down his stomach and straight to his crotch. Now that he thought about it…now would've been a pretty good time to satisfy his "manly urges". Sure, he always was serious and even a bit mean to people outside his home, but he was a teenage boy, and unfortunately, puberty had hit him pretty hard. Ah, those gosh darn hormones.

Sasuke bent down and hesitantly began to stroke the inner part of Hinata's left leg.

'In movies, they always make taking showers with girls seem like fun…'

Hinata moaned quietly and Sasuke snapped his hand back. But luckily, her eyes remained shut. Sasuke grinned and carefully set her on his lap as his hungry hands set to work on stripping her. Oh boy, was he one hell of a lucky guy.

Just as Sasuke had finished removing the maids' dress and started to lightly rub Hinata's back, Hinata had begun coming back to consciousness. Her eyes slowly flickered open and she shook her head. There had been just the best stroking feeling on her back, but it had just stopped so suddenly…

"Where am…"

Hinata's eyes opened fully and she became aware of what was going on: her sitting on Sasuke's slap only in her underwear on the floor of his shower and Sasuke ready to get rid of her panties. There was an awkward silence as they stared at each other until…

"OH MY GOD!" Hinata screamed, jumping off of Sasuke's lap and hurriedly covering her body with the shower curtain. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

She was furious. Good god, Sasuke was just…sick. How dare he take advantage of her like that!

Sasuke blushed and quickly stood up. "I-I-, he stammered. "I'm sorry!"

"You're SORRY!" Hinata tried her best not to yell. "Sasuke-kun, that's just…disgusting!"

Sasuke twiddled with his thumbs nervously. "It-it's just..." He gulped and looked down at the floor, ashamed. "You're really pretty, that's all."

"Oh…"

The anger Hinata had felt just moments before began to ebb away. No one had ever called her "pretty" before to her face. And even though what Sasuke did was plain wrong, he did do it because he was attracted to her, and that was kind of sweet (in a morbid sort of way).

Hinata sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Okay. Just-just please don't do that again."

Sasuke nodded. "I'll try to behave myself."

Hinata quickly grabbed the maids' dress with one hand while gripping the shower curtain with the other. "Is it okay if I get dressed?"

"Oh, uh, yeah." Sasuke pointed to the door. "Er, I kinda gotta take a piss, so you can use my room…if that's okay."

Hinata raised her brow. "You won't spy on me changing again, will you?"

"No, no!" Sasuke quickly responded.

Hinata slowly stepped away from the shower curtain. "Alright then…"

She let go of the shower curtain and raced across the hall to Sasuke's bedroom. She quickly shut the door behind her and sighed with relief, her hand held over her chest.

"My goodness, working for Sasuke-kun is hard work…"

Hinata blinked a few times. There was something sitting on the bed that wasn't there before: a plain black cardboard box. Hinata stared at it, confused and curious about what could've been inside of it.

"But first things' first…"

She once again put on the black, lacy dress and zipped up the back as best she could. Hearing for any footsteps, she sat down on the bed and took off the top of the cardboard box.

It seemed to be some sort of memory box. There were pictures of dark haired-men and women, a teenage boy with long, dark hair that was pulled back into a ponytail ("Looks like he might be related to Sasuke-kun," Hinata thought), numerous scraps of paper, and a small book. Hinata gingerly picked up the book and opened it.

What was in it was probably one of the biggest surprises of Hinata's life: not pictures of Sasuke or any dark-haired people or not even his own team members…but pictures of Hinata herself. She turned through the pages, her jaw hanging and her heart caught up in her throat. Pictures of her training, pictures of her eating, pictures of her dressing and showering, pictures of her in bed…

Hinata heard footsteps nearing the room and she quickly shut the book, put it back in the box, and replaced the lid. The door slowly opened back up and Sasuke walked in, completely unaware of what Hinata had just seen.

"Ummm…ready for dinner?"

Hinata nodded and smiled nervously, getting up off the bed. "Uh, yeah."

Sasuke grunted. "Good, because you're gonna be the one making it."

Hinata nodded. "Of course."

As she followed Sasuke down the stairs and into the kitchen, her heart still beating wildly at what was in that book, Hinata only had one thought in her mind:

It was pretty strange to have someone obsessed with you.