Black Lace:

Chapter Five

An awkward silence hung over the two as they munched their way through a delicious dinner (Spaghetti with a meat sauce and a side of garlic bread; Hinata was a rather experienced cook). Hinata carefully wiped some of the sauce away from her face and stared at the ground.

"Umm…does it taste alright?" She asked Sasuke quietly.

Sasuke, who was already on his fifth plate of spaghetti and twelfth piece of bread, slurped up a noodle messily and nodded vigorously. "I haven't had a meal this good since I was a kid."

He grinned at her. Hinata slowly looked up from the floor and smiled back. She had to admit that since she found out that Sasuke had this rather disturbing obsession with her (which was just under an hour ago), she was doing all she could to impress him. It was rather flattering, after all, that the "Village Hottie" had a crush not on any of his fanclub members, but with shy, sweet, usually forgotten Hinata.

Sasuke continued to stare at her as he wound up another noodle on his fork. "Whatcha thinking about?"

Hinata blinked, taken aback. What should she say? If she said she was thinking about how great it was to have the most coveted guy in Konoha have a thing for her, he would most definitely think less of her and maybe even stop liking her. And, secretly, that's what Hinata didn't want. Hey, it was nice to get some attention for once.

Hinata cleared her throat and folded her hands neatly in her lap. "Nothing."

Sasuke quickly slurped up the noodle on his fork, spraying little flecks of sauce all over the tablecloth. "You're a terrible liar."

Hinata blushed. "How do you know?"

Sasuke set his fork down and smirked. "I can see it in your eyes." He set his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his hands. "You're not thinking of something dirty are you?"

Hinata gasped and her eyes widened. "N-No! Of course not!"

Sasuke chuckled. "It's usually the quiet ones who have the perverted minds."

Without thinking, Hinata blurted out "So that must mean that your mind is perverted."

It looked as though Sasuke had been slapped across the face. His smile faded and he frowned slightly. Hinata looked back down at the tile floor, her face burning.

"I-I'm really sorry," she whispered.

After a moment, Sasuke raised his glass and leaned back in his chair. "Touché."

Hinata giggled and raised her head. She had always heard Sakura and Ino blabbing on and on about how Sasuke was a genius and how he was so strong and yet so cold to them, but it seemed as though they couldn't be more wrong. Yeah, he was extremely smart and strong, but he also had a pretty decent sense of humor on occasion.

'But I guess they haven't seen this side of him before,' Hinata thought as she stood up and began cleaning off the table (she had almost forgotten that she was a maid, not a guest).

"You better get to bed," she told Sasuke as she carried the dishes to the sink. "It's getting late."

She turned on the tap and ice cold water began to fill the sink. She glanced back at the table, where Sasuke was still sitting, staring at her with such concentration that it made her feel uneasy.

"Err…Sasuke-kun?"

"I…don't want to be in bed alone."

Hinata almost dropped the dish she was supposed to be washing. "Ex-Excuse me?"

Sasuke stood up so quickly that the chair toppled over. He walked to Hinata, grabbed her wet wrists, and slammed her against the counter. Hinata trembled as she looked up into his dark, onyx eyes that were so full of obvious want and lust and gulped. Sasuke leaned so close to her that she could feel his heart beat against her own chest and bent his face down so close to hers that their noses brushed. He touched Hinata's lips gently with his finger and whispered in her ear:

"I want you."

A shiver coursed its way down Hinata's spine. He couldn't mean that he…No! It would be just wrong if they ended up having sex.

But Hinata's body was having a much different thought. Her heart beat so fast that it felt as though she had just run a mile and an indescribable heat was flaming in the pit of her stomach. Oh god, her body wanted Sasuke so bad that it was almost killing her.

Before Hinata could reach a decision that would please both her mind and body, Sasuke's hands slithered around her back and pressed her up against him. Their faces were barely an inch apart. Sasuke's eyes turned to slits and his nails dug into her back.

"Kiss me."

Not even Hinata's mind had time to interject as Sasuke pressed his lips against hers and leaned her even farther down on the counter. Hinata moaned.

'Get away from him!' Her mind screamed. 'This is wrong! WRONG!'

But Hinata merely closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Sasuke's neck.

'Oh, just shut the hell up,' her body retorted.

After a few moments of innocent kissing, Sasuke opened his mouth and pressed his tongue lightly against Hinata's lips, begging for entrance. Hinata hesitantly obliged and their tongues touched gently. And it was at that exact moment that Hinata's body began acting on its own accord.

Hinata rubbed her hands along Sasuke's spine and found the bottom of his shirt. She broke away from the kiss reluctantly and looked back up at Sasuke.

"Ummm…"

Sasuke pulled his shirt off and threw it down on the tile floor. Hinata's face burned as she ran her eyes down his muscular body; she had never seen a man half-naked before. Sasuke lifted her chin and once again pulled her into a sweet, passionate kiss. He grabbed her hands once more and instead of replacing them on the back of his neck placed them gently on his bare chest. Hinata groaned and her face was nearly on fire with embarrassment. She didn't know how much more she could stand…if he didn't take her now, she would go insane. Hinata pulled away, breathing hard.

"The bedroom," she breathed.

Sasuke cocked his head. "What?"

Hinata shook her head. "Please…the bedroom."

Sasuke stared at the girl before picking her up in his strong arms and carrying her away to her requested destination.

'Ah, screw it,' Hinata's mind said. 'You're gonna do it tonight anyway.'