tried to post last night, but I was just so sleepy! Forgive me? - cp

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She woke up before him, before the sun had compleatly broke the horizon. He was wrapped around her, arms locked behind her back, chin tucked over her head. She fit perfectly there. Even though she had filled out to be bigger than most of the girls in her class he dwarfed her compleatly. She brushed one hand over his cheek and leaned up to kiss him. It couldn't hurt, right? He was asleep. He caught her face between his hands and she started, jerking away with a highpitched exclusivly female sound, blushing furiously.

He leaned back with his hands behind his head and a cat's-in-the-cream grin plastered on his face. " 'Morning, Hinata." She blushed deeper. "Shut up!" He chuckled softly and leaned towards her, cupping her chin with one hand. "Ok.." He pressed his lips against her, effecticly shutting himself -and her- up. Her heart jumped as he shifted, laying her on her back as he arched over her, his mouth never leaving hers. His tounge flicked against her lips and she opened her mouth. She'd never done this before, she was terrified and excited at once.

He was increadibly careful with her, one arm leaned on the bed above her head to suport the majority of his weight while the other begged permission to touch her with light, initialy innocent carresses. His knees bore the rest of his weight, one between her legs, the other on the outside. His heart skipped a beat when she opened her mouth for him at the slightest touch. She was warm and soft and he was having trouble beleiving what his mind was telling him: that this was a bad idea. There was a pain in his side, a dull throb with the occational twinge of more, but he ignored it. It didn't matter. His free hand was tracing circles around her navel when her hands reached up to touch him, trembling at first, then more confident as they explored further. Her fingers traced the lines of him, lingering over throat, collar bones, stomach and chest. He let his hand lift the edge of her shirt, then pause. He was waiting for permision, a confirmation or denial. Her tounge was in his mouth then, running gently over the ridges on the roof of his mouth and he lost all ability to reason.

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Her hands were stiff and it made it hard to repack his wound. He'd insisted on treating her before he let her get anywhere near his side. She had almost giggled at the look of concentration on his face as he wrapped the gauze around her abraded hands before moving to the gash on her shoulder. "I told you it was a bad idea." He said, noticing her hesitence in her work. She just shrugged and continued to work. She pulled the sopping gauze away from his wound, cleaning, salving and repacking it with fresh cloth. The rough wound on her hands had been her fault entierly, but still. How was she supposed to know that the darker marine along his spine, down his shoulders and thighs was sharp-scaled? Though of course once he'd caught the scent of blood while mid rut, well, that was the reason for her shoulder wound. She wasn't complaining, of course, it had felt great at the time, but it was going to hurt tomorrow. And besides, she blushed and smiled slightly, fingers tracing the edge of the lopsided bandage along her collarbone, the scar would be something to remember him by whenever they were apart.

He hugged her from behind as she was putting away the first aid supplies, kissing down the back of her neck. She shivvered and blushed deeper. "A...again?" She stuttered. He snuggled closer to her turning his head sideways on top of hers, "Hmmm. No. I'm good." He paused, "You?" She nodded. He smiled to himself, "That's good. Hey, Hinata"

"Hmm?"

"I was thinking that we need to find jobs soon." She turned to face him while still containded in the ring of his arms, sher raised her eyebrows "Already? You're still injured" He smiled and pressed his lips to hers, he couldn't seem to get enough. It was always like that for him, expecialy after sex, even more so if blood had been involved. It was like an addiction. He was addicted to her. "Yeah?" he retorted, kissing the edge of her bandaging, where her shoulder and neck met, "So are you." She flushed an increadible shade of red and squirmed in his embrace "That's different!"

"Is it?" he chuckled nipping along her neck without so much as a scratch. "Yes!" she blushed, "It is!" He had no intention of taking her again, not yet anyways, that night would be a different story, as would that afternoon, maybe, and perhaps an hour from now, and then twice between that and tonight. He laughed as she struggled against him in indignant rage, and he stopped teasing her. When her escape efforts proved futile she stilled, arms crossed, face smushed into a scowl. He smiled and ducked down, placing a chate kiss on her forehead. "Hey, Hinata." He whispered as he looked into her eyes. "Yeah?" she grumped. "Love you." He whispered softly, for her ears only. No amount of scowling could hide the blush that crept into her cheeks, nor the slight smile that tugged her lips. She sighed and let her mask slip, turning gentle white eyes up to him, she smiled. "You too."

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whew. I so had to edit this to make it safe. Otherwise it would be, like, twice this long. Tell me what you think, cause the next chapter might get hectic. Kisame and Hinata go looking for jobs...on a farm...in earth country...