True to her word, Hinata had spent the whole night over. We made love again, we fucked like horny teenagers again, and we spent an extraordinary amount of time cuddling. Sometimes watching tv as we did, sometimes just enjoying the act. We also enjoyed my shower together, cleaning up before finally settling to sleep for the night. It was a little confusing to wake up and hear the water running again. Did she just want to be extra safe before she went home?

Or maybe she was desperately sore and needed warm water to soothe her muscles. A soft chuckle found its way from my throat. I should go help her, rub her back, make sure she's okay, see her magnificent tits covered in soap spuds again. God the sight of that woman, under the bright fluorescent light, dripping wet and stark naked, was going to live in my heart forever.

Still, no harm in taking some more pictures.

She eeped as I pulled the curtain back, hiding her chest as she huddled into the corner of the small shower.

"You left the door unlocked," I commented, justifying my little invasion as the wonderful site hardened my cock.

"S-S-sorry I-"

"Oh, don't be sorry," I insisted, stepping into the cramped space, pushing her further into the corner without touching her.

"Naruto I'm sore…" she muttered, sounding utterly heartbroken at the fact, ashamed even, refusing to meet my eyes as I leaned in closer. Poor little Hinata, all sore and achy and worn out.

"Too sore for a few kisses?" I asked, delighting in the soft smile that instantly crept over her chin. When she shook her head slowly I sprang my trap, falling to my knees and attacking her snatch.

"AH! Naruto that's not- I didn't mean- ohhhhh," she groaned as I ran the tip of my tongue up and down, just past the little opening of her slit.

"You want me to stop?" I asked, giving it an actual kiss before pulling my head back to look up at her.

"I- no…" she muttered, still wearing that small little grin. She didn't moan, just huffed and gasped little bouts of air out as my mouth worked her over. My hands came up to squeeze her delicious little ass, gently kneading and massaging the unbelievably soft flesh her breathing sped up.

I think the surprise of the situation turned her on.

She came so quick.

After that, we washed each other's bodies, and I really did rub her sore muscles a little as we did, a thank you for letting me have her one more time. Besides, hearing her groan and coo with every hard squeeze I gave was its own reward. She ran into the kitchen after her little massage was done, excited to make me breakfast, then aghast that I had nothing but a bushel of bananas and some chocolate protein powder for ingredients. I kissed her and asked if she wanted to sit on my lap while we both ate some of the fruit.

It might have been the best night of my life. Having someone there, knowing that they wanted to be there and could come back again any time? I felt so content, everything was just so warm and right as her head rested peacefully on my shoulder. It took her thirty minutes to leave after declaring she needed to, that time mostly filled with kissing and teasing touches.

The reminder that I'd see her tonight got her out the door, with one last reminder to make sure I dressed nice for the dinner and showed up on time. I had the day off, and figuring time would be no issue, I spent almost the entire day half-conscious in bed, swimming in the wonderful memories we'd just made. It made the hours pass quickly. I ended up approaching the house in something of a hurry, having to jog up the ridiculously long driveway to ring their doorbell only two minutes early.

The man who let me in did not lock impressed when he opened the door.

I'd worn a suit, the only suit I owned in fact, a dark brown one old enough that I didn't know the origin of it. Still, I couldn't help but feel nervous as he led me through this labyrinth of a fucking house. Felt like we walked half a block before a door swung open into their dining room.

My eyes first went to Hinata, wearing a dark blue dress the same lovely shade as her swimsuit. Her hair was up down in an elaborately braided ponytail and her eyes were firmly locked on the plate in front of her with only a faint red blush on her cheeks. Absolutely beautiful, not the sexiest outfit, didn't really show all that much of that wonderful body I'd spent the morning playing with, but beautiful.

There was a kink in that itself, being here with her and her family, her looking all innocent while I knew not twelve hours ago those wonderful soft lips were wrapped around my rod.

A cough shook my eyes off of her.

"Mr. Uzamaki was it?" the man at the head of the table asked, doing nothing to hide his annoyance. "Have a seat," he said tersely, shifting my attention to the only empty chair. Honestly, I was kind of surprised he was letting me sit right beside his daughter, even though that felt like the natural place.

Joining us at the table was another pretty girl as it turned out, a slightly younger, skinnier Hinata, with cocoa hair and a suit instead of a dress. She probably had the friendliest demeanor, in that she looked apathetic and mildly curious at my presence, she sat at the patriarch's right hand. At his left sat that guy my age who I sometimes saw on campus, the one who looked a lot like Hinata, also the one who had shoved a pistol in my mouth if I recall correctly. A little rude that they allowed him to join us honestly.

I smiled as naturally as I could.

A hand squeezed Hinata's knee as much for my comfort as for hers.

"So then, I'll be frank, my daughter hid your existence from me. I suppose she thought I wouldn't approve of you, can you think of why that might be?" he asked, not even waiting for the man who led me in to finish dishing up the food. Just as well, the orange, chunky soup didn't look all that appetizing.

"Uhhh… cause I'm not rich?" I guessed, not sure what else the problem might be. Or if the statement even had any truth to it.

"Hm," was all he said, lifting a spoon to his mouth, and blowing on it lightly. "And what are your intentions in this courting?" he asked before swallowing.

"I um…. I don't know, I really like spending time with her, I'd like to do it more," I offered with a shrug, seeing her go a little redder out of the corner of my eye. It seemed like this was going smoothly enough.

"Spending time with her," he mocked quietly. "Have you touched her? Seen any more of her body then you did last time you were in my house?" he asked with a glare.

"Yeah we've… you know, been intimate," I said, trying to sound as delicate and respectful as possible. Initially, it seemed the correct answer as Hinata enthusiastically huddled closer to me. Then I noticed she was blocking my view and realized she had probably deliberately tried to put her torso between us.

Fuck.

The silence lasted so long I decided to try a bite of the mush. Tasted better than it looked, but still pretty bad. Wanting it to not be the last physical sensation I had on this earth I squeezed Hinata's hand.

"F-Father please, we haven't been dating the longest time but we've known each other since grade school!" she lied. Wait, had we? "I-I know him very well and I'm confident we'll be together forever, that's the only reason I let things…p-progress," she assured red as the day I'd first touched her. "A-A-and it was my idea to-"

"Enough," he silenced her, voice on a decibel louder than before, and still much quieter than hers. "So boy, you're going to be together forever you think?" he asked like I was the one who'd been talking. "What're the plans if she gets pregnant?" he demanded, one hand slowly, drumming on the tabletop, the other unsee at his side, not an atom of his body paying attention to his food.

Shit was anybody even eating?

I put my spoon down.

"Shit uh… whatever she wants, I guess,"

My words didn't earn even a hint of a reaction, well except from Hinata, she blushed a little harder and looked down.

"Not the answer I wanted, but… acceptable. Assuming that includes your willingness to marry her?" he growled out.

"Uh-yeah of course," I said, figuring that was the only answer that might let me live through the night.

The thought put a bit of a pit in my stomach. I was supposed to marry Sakura someday, but Hinata did seem really amazing, not like being stuck with her would be some horrible fate. It wouldn't come to that, right? We just had to play this little charade for a few months after all, then we could amicably 'break up' or move to an open relationship or something. She was definitely on birth control, it'd be fine.

Wait, had I ever actually confirmed that assumption?

"Well, I need to think, you can show yourself out," he said with a wave of his hand, dismissing me like a servant. I couldn't keep the look of bewilderment off my face, I'd literately sat down like, two minutes ago. I took one bite of what I assume was an appetizer.

I looked over at Hinata, frantically nodding her head as her eyes met mine. Still annoyed, I walked out without comment, not thanking anyone for the invite or the so-called dinner. Didn't even wait to get to the front door before pulling out my cellphone and shooting a text.

That went relatively well, right?

I mean, he didn't forbid me from seeing her anymore, or you know, kill me, those were both pretty serious wins.

She actually answered immediately.

Your okay, that's all that matters

I refuse to admit I blushed at this, but it was sweet to have someone seemingly care so much for me, even if it was just in a human empathy way, not a romantic one. God, I might really fall for this girl.

And we can still see each other? That matters too.

Yes. I'm so glad you think so

I pocketed my phone, taking a deep breath as I stepped out into the brisk night air.

Thanks for reading, my next chapter, The Best Day of My Life; Part 1, will feature Sakura.

And if you want to read some non-fanfiction smut I wrote. or if you're interested in a novel about a bisexual necromancer sharing a body with some miner's son yokel, while trying to take over her former kingdom, search Macko Bole Books on the kindle store! I'd drop a link, but I don't think the site allows it. Please correct me if I'm wrong.