A/N: I know it's been a while –and we'll get to that, but let get to why you're here. Alright, Sasuke and Hinata have their plan, but can they execute it all while trying to tie the knot? Lets see!
Love And War
Sasuke pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time as he received nothing but confused looks from his audience. He'd called a meeting of his inner circle to fill them in on the current state of affairs, as well as his end game for dealing with Orochimaru once and for all, but it only seemed to confuse them further. "Questions?"
Suigetsu was the first to raise his hand, scratching his chin as he examined some papers strewn on Sasuke's coffee table, "Yeah so, how many years in prison do I get if I leave right now?"
Sasuke growled in annoyance at his flippant attitude, given the reality that if the plan—or any aspect of it—was ever linked to any of them, they all could quite possibly end up imprisoned. There was no time to test the effectiveness of Itachi's alleged back channels, much less their anonymity. They had one shot, and if they missed…
"This is serious, dumbass!" exclaimed Karin, knocking the cerulean haired man about his head for good measure. Following her assault she regarded her absentee boss, her brow furrowed with worry, "We can't actually be implicated in this…can we, Sasuke-kun?"
"You'll be fine, but only if you do exactly as I say." The Uchiha's words left no room for discussion, and thus far Jugo seemed to be the only one heeding his word. "I followed the money. Oto Wealth Management, the parent to all of Orochimaru's investment shell corporations, has been consolidating their assets in anticipation of Konoha's new initiative. Leaving each of them with threadbare balance sheets; your job is to target each and every one of their holdings and short them."
"We're under an immense amount of scrutiny from your father's auditors as is. How are supposed to do that?" pipped the redhead.
"The trades won't arouse any suspicions, Orochimaru had the foresight to keep the investments of his shell corporations limited for just that reason." To an extent Sasuke applauded the snake's shrewdness, he was tightly coiled, ready to strike or defend.
"Assuming this works and your brother comes through for us, then what?"
"Orochimaru will scramble to liquidate what remains in an attempt to pivot. This will head him off at the pass and bolster our own coffers." The Uchiha's patience was truly wearing thin now, but he couldn't fault them for having questions.
"I'm never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when you're the horse…but why do that? I mean, at that point we've won right?" questioned Suigetsu inquisitively.
"…It's a hostile takeover." The lightbulb flicked on in Karin's head when she realized what he was plotting. "But Oto's reputation will be ruined, why take control of it at all?"
Sasuke opened his mouth to respond but was silenced when the sound of heels filled the living space and his fiancée appeared from the front door vestibule, her face contorting in a dissatisfied pout at what she was presently being excluded from. He had been so focused on the meeting that he hadn't even heard the door open, and now she stood there locking eyes with him and narrowing her gaze, "Because Sasuke won't be taking control of Oto Wealth Management, Tayuya will."
"W-what?! She's in on this too?" stuttered Karin, somewhat taken aback not only by the revelation but by the Hyuuga heiress' aggressive arrival. There had been rumors that her and Sasuke were on shaky ground, the paparazzi having captured a few tense moments between them out in the wilds of Tokyo. Even Karin, the incorrigible gossip hound that she was, couldn't be sure that the images and periodicals she'd read could be trusted, until now. "Why would we—!"
"Karin, Suigetsu, Jugo-kun. Would you please give me and my fiancé a moment?" She asked, though her slightly forceful sweet tone made it clear it was not a request.
"Do not order my—"
"Maybe more than a moment." she all but snapped. Sasuke could feel his eye twitch slightly at her show of force. She was getting good at this, too good perhaps.
"Of course, Hinata-san." responded Jugo immediately, choosing to make himself as scarce as possible, and urged his compatriots to do the same as well when he ushered them towards the door.
She stood stiffly, mimicking his own demeanor until the sound of the front door closing signaled that they were now alone. Silently she exhaled, her shoulders slumping before she unceremoniously dropped her purse and attaché on the kitchen counter and made her way to Sasuke. "Sasuke-kun…is it all that necessary to lie to them as well? I mean, can't we trust them?"
"It was less for them and more for the sentries. I pay them well enough, but not all are as loyal as Jugo or Hanazaki." He made sure to keep his voice low, offering her a hug as she approached.
"I know, but all of this pretending. At school, at the office, and now at home…" she lamented as she snuggled into his hard chest. "People are beginning to believe we truly despise each other."
"I know…I know. It's a necessary evil." He consoled, gently stroking her hair as his chest tightened. The charade had worn on him as well, the lines had begun to blur between real fights and those they staged. "It will be over soon, koishii."
"You always say that." She whispered pushing away from his arms to look him in the eyes. They still belonged to the man she had grown to love, but each day the light in them dimmed, as did her own. Looking in the mirror every day when she woke had been a constant reminder of the toll it was taking on her. Her hair was losing its sheen, and evasive sleep caused dark rings to start their formation.
Sasuke could feel the hairs rise on the back of his neck. This one was real. The shift in tension was unexpected, but not unfounded. The stage had been set, all the pieces in place, now all they were doing was biding their time. It was the waiting and the pretending that set them on edge, threatened their delicate house of cards. It was silly really, to worry about the waiting or the ruse, when it was the fall that would kill them after all.
"Hinata…there's nothing more we can do. Once the board acts, Orochimaru will act."
"The board." scoffed the heiress, taking him by surprise as she strolled into the kitchen and began making a cup of tea. The clatter of tins and kettles underscored her shift in temper, she was no longer annoyed or concerned, but angry. "Sarutobi-sama and the rest…they sit on their hands and deliberate. It may be months before they come to a consensus!"
The young executive quirked an eyebrow as he watched her from the living room. His fiancées anger was a rare sight indeed, even rarer when it wasn't directed at him. If it wasn't a serious situation, he would have found the way her small hands clenched into fists, brow furrowed, and lips pouted, cute. Still, he remained a silent observer.
"What if they never decide? What if we end up back at square one?" the question may not have been rhetorical, but he allowed her to vent all the same. Her eyes met his and narrowed at the nearly undetectable smile that graced his lips, "Is this funny to you? Sasuke! How can you be so calm about this?!"
"I try to focus on what I can control, rather than dwell on what I can't." he answered simply, crossing the distance between them and resting his elbows on the breakfast nook countertop, never breaking eye contact with her. He could tell his lack of emoting was only unnerving her more, her cute eye twitch growing his smile. "Planning the wedding helps."
"If none of this gets resolved there won't be a wedding, Sasuke!" her voice grew to a fever pitch, only matched by the whistle of the kettle, though Sasuke wasn't too keen on being yelled at even if it was by the woman he loved. He maintained his aloof demeanor however, walking into the kitchen and moving the kettle from the burner, all the while her eyes bore into the back of his head.
"It doesn't matter. None of it does."
"What? How can you—!"
"No matter the outcome, you'll still become my wife." Despite his words he was focused solely on pouring the steaming water into the ornate teapot she brought from her apartment what seemed like a lifetime ago. His hand traced the heated porcelain, coming to a stop on the gilded etching of the Hyuuga family crest. "No matter the outcome, I'll still love you. That is all that matters."
Hinata's eyes widened, and her lips parted, the fury of a few moments ago still hot on her tongue. But his words were water, dousing her flame and cleansing the pit where doubt had taken up residence. She watched wordlessly as he poured the tea in a cup and faced her.
"Anata…I-I'm sor—"
"Don't apologize." He all but ordered, handing her the beverage in her slightly dazed state. He could see the slight flush of her cheeks as she hung her head and avoided his gaze. She was embarrassed, of all things. His sharp orbs picked up on the ring on her finger, locking in on it momentarily. He had suggested she stop wearing it, to further sell the lie, but she refused that outright. "Now is when we need to trust one another the most."
"I know, I just…" she trailed off when his hand covered her own. To think, now he was the one talking her off the ledge. Calling on their trust when she doubted everything around her. The heiress shook her head and placed down her rapidly cooling drink before looking up at him with misty eyes, "Nothing. You're right. Nothing will change my love for you. So…j-just kiss me."
Sasuke couldn't help but smirk at the innocent look of her doe eyes staring up at him. She was back, even the faintest remnants of her endearing stutter. He obliged her gladly, the soft touch of his lips grounding her once again, though as they connected, he could feel desire bubbling below the surface of her. Delicate hands guided his own down to her waist, leading them backwards until she was trapped between the counter and his body, her lips pressing harder against his.
The young Uchiha could take her not so subtle hint well enough and hoisted her up on the marble countertop, never breaking contact with her lips as she began fumbling with the mechanism of his slacks. Sasuke smiled against her lips; he loved when she got like this—voracious and unabashedly wanton after their fights. It was supremely preferable to when rows ended less amicably, and undoubtedly chief gossip among the sentries that may have heard snippets of their fights and the ensuing makeup sex.
When the heiress grew impatient with his lack of urgency, she began hiking her own skirt up to expedite their activities, but it achieved little when he suddenly pulled away, "W-what's wrong?"
The dark-haired man rummaged through his pocket and retrieved his cellphone, fully intent on ignoring it, but could only hang his head and sigh at the sight. Silently he apologized to the annoyed pout on his betrothed's face as he answered, "Okaasan."
"So, you've finally decided to answer my calls. How nice of you."
Sasuke knew that tone we'll enough, "I've been—"
"Busy. I've heard it a thousand times, Sasuke.Your father took you out of the office so you could focus on—"
"The wedding, yes. That's exactly what's kept me busy." he responded flatly. It had been a miracle he kept them in the dark about his other activities for this long, the last thing he needed was to mess that up down the home stretch.
"And Hinata? I've tried to reach her too." She countered taking her son by surprise.
"You know she's far busier than I, mother." He responded quickly, watching his aforementioned fiancée hop down from the counter with a frustrated huff and fix her pencil skirt.
"Is she there right now?"
Sasuke panicked momentarily, locking eyes with the heiress in question. He could lie, but his mother was relentless, and odds are she'd end up camping out their penthouse if they dodged her anymore. Sighing, Hinata resigned herself to fate and reached for the cellphone.
"Mikoto-san, it's nice to hear from you. Sorry I haven't returned your calls."
"Think nothing of it dear, I understand."
Sasuke could only frown at the different tone she took with Hinata. It seemed she had already replaced him as his mother's favorite.
"But listen, Sasuke has done a lot for the wedding, though there's some things we need to talk about."
"W-we?" squeaked the opal eyed woman, panic now belonging to her. It wasn't that she wanted nothing to do with planning her own wedding it was the notion of spending time with her soon to be mother-in-law. She adored Mikoto, but not only had she been in contact with her estranged son, Sasuke had also shared quite possibly the darkest Uchiha family secret there was. The last thing she wanted to do was lie to her face, she'd done enough lying for a lifetime recently.
"We must go dress shopping of course, Hinata. I've booked a fitting this weekend at a lovely boutique downtown. Can you make it?"
"Ano…I…" she trailed off as she peered over at Sasuke who could only smirk and shrug his shoulders at the proposition. "Sure, I can make it."
"Excellent! Invite some of your girlfriend's as well, we'll make a day of it!" Clearly the Uchiha matron was ecstatic about her plans with her soon to be daughter-in-law. "I'll text you the details. I can hardly wait!"
"Me too, Mikoto-san." Hinata did her best to sound cheerful despite the underlying dread she already had about the day. Add being measured, poked, prodded, and judged for a day on top of her existing anxiety, it was bound to be a stressful time.
"Okay, bye my dear. Bye Sasuke!" the volume of her voice increasing, causing Hinata to cringe before she bid them farewell and hung up.
"Exciting day planned?" teased the dark-haired executive, taking back the offered device she held out to him.
"You've handled most of the wedding…can't you deal with this as well?" she all but begged, hoping her puppy dog eyes and pout would persuade him.
"I know how to get fitted for suits, not dresses Hinata." He retorted with a light-hearted chuckle. "Besides, I'm sure Tenten and Sakura are still waiting on your maid of honor announcement."
"I haven't given it much thought…but I think my sister would be the best choice."
This surprised Sasuke to say the least. He knew there was still a rift between them even if it was on the mend. He knew having her presence at their wedding was unavoidable but having her so closely by Hinata's side could be…problematic. "The girls will be heartbroken."
"I know. But they'll understand, surely." she rationalized, trying to convince herself of the same. She retrieved her forgotten cup of lukewarm tea and took a tentative sip before regarding him again, "I suppose your brother won't be your best man?"
"I'd lose more than a security deposit if I tried something like that." He scoffed, though he already knew what she was truly asking. "It'll be Naruto."
It had been a long time since they revisited the blond, knowing that he had been a point of contention early in their relationship. The feelings she held for the peace officer still lingered, but she had matured, and had since she learned that the love she had for him could never amount to more than an idealistic infatuation with his optimism, his charisma. What she and Sasuke had built was far more than that. They buried their seeds of mutual trust for one another and nurtured them through all the trials and tribulations until it bore the fruits of their labor; their love. "I'm glad."
"Hn. He probably will want to throw me some debaucherous bachelor party and make me pay for it. Troublesome." he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in anticipation of that talk. "Now I sound like Shikamaru."
The heiress giggled at his candor, happy to not be the only one experiencing anxiety about the coming day. "Still don't want to take my offer of dress shopping?"
"I'd rather make the guest list and seating arrangements." While he spoke truth, he couldn't help but crack a smirk at the way she paled, "Why don't we start on…"
"Sasuke-kun!"
That night they toiled away at the minutia of their wedding, finding comfort in the planning together rather than worriment. In actuality it was quite therapeutic, or so Hinata figured. Hinata laid her head in his lap as they perused everything from invitation typefaces to color schemes for the venue. Doing so with her betrothed made it not only easier, but fun. The exercise of sharing the intricate politics of seating two opposing families gave them the opportunity to share details that may have stayed dormant until the very day of the wedding. The good, the bad, and everything in between.
Sasuke even shared a tale about the Uchiha family boogieman, a distant relative of his that seemed to vanish off the face of the Earth after upsetting several high-profile Tokyo families, her own included. Rumor was he was the Uchiha family's original sin and the cause of strife between the families long before either of their parents were even born. Though the anecdote died once Itachi and he were born and named inheritors of his will, and not for the right reasons.
But she was able to pull him back from the hidden darkness of his own family with light-hearted tales of her family, and the hen-like gossip of her distantly related aunt's, Sana, Hana, and Rana. The three sisters had always been snarky towards her, even though they were from a middling branch of the family. She regaled him with how the three of them got swept up in a raucous scandal involving their husbands; that was the first time she took joy in someone's misfortune. Karma, she called it.
"Suppose we won't be inviting them?" he asked staring down at her angelic face bathed in the warm light of the living room, inky dark hair splayed beneath her and spilling messily about his lap.
"No, let's invite them." she responded with a smile, when he looked at her incredulously, she reached up and stroked his cheek, "I want them to see how well I've done for myself."
He returned the gesture with a light chuckle, "They may be the only ones who think I'm a catch."
"Well, the rest of them will have to just deal with it. It's my day after all." Sasuke couldn't help but outright laugh at the petulant pout she put on with her puffed up cheeks.
"Hn. A diva now, are we?" whether she knew it or not, when she acted assertive or steadfast, he found it incredibly arousing. He had to contain himself lest she feel it against the back of her head.
"I might as well practice playing the part. I can't have your mother or Sakura pick my dress for me after all." her logic was sound to be sure, and Sasuke knew better than to add his two cents to the situation.
"Aa. Don't be fooled by her mild-mannered demeanor, she's every bit as much an Uchiha as I am." he warned, returning to his pen and pad to add Hinata's aunts to the growing guest list. Thus far it was roughly ninety percent her family, just as he feared.
Hinata knew Mikoto could be a tough customer, even she could tell how subdued Sasuke became whenever she called. Though the heiress brushed aside the warning, a glint in her opal eyes making the man above her heart skip a beat, "Something we have in common then."
The young executive was almost certain she knew exactly what she was doing to him now, especially when her cheeks flushed after a certain something made its presence known.
Slowly she sat up, tenderly chewing on her bottom lip as they locked eyes, "I-It's getting late. We should…"
"Yeah…" he responded almost mindlessly, or at least single-mindedly. She took his hand in her own and stood, all he could do was follow, forgetting the guest list as it fell to the floor. He trailed behind her as she led him through the penthouse, occasionally glancing back at him, her eyes tinted with restrained desire.
Though, when they crossed into the dim light of their bedroom, she was anything but wanton. Her lips met his gingerly—almost hesitantly before leading him to the edge of the bed. Her hand trailed from his chest down to his slacks, her delicate fingers gliding over his bulge; still she lingered. Sasuke couldn't help but wonder what was going through her head, even as she stared up at him, her eyes shining like two moons.
"I…did this to you?" Her words were both statement and question, the only support for the latter being her deep crimson blush. His lips parted slightly, still perplexed by her demeanor. She was being shy, bordering on pure embarrassment over his physical response to her, but there was more. She wanted something, something she'd never asked for before. When he failed to mount a response she rubbed against him again, eliciting an affirmative grunt. "Let me…take care of it."
The dark-haired heiress gently sat him on the edge of the bed, hovering over him, she leaned in close until their bated breaths mingled and kissed him, "Aishiteru, Sasuke-kun."
It wasn't until the sensation ceased and she knelt between his legs that he understood. His own cheeks flushing lightly at the realization, "Hinata…you don't—"
"I-I want to…" she interjected, pursing her lips and swallowing the lump in her throat to steel her resolve. It was silly for her to act like this, at least, so she told herself. She'd lost count of how many times they'd been intimate, the number of times he'd selflessly tended to her own desires, all the while teaching her about her own sexuality. For all the times she'd held him in her hands, drawing moans of pleasure from him, she still felt as if she was too inexperienced to try anything even remotely adventurous, lest she make a fool of herself. But he was the love of her life, and she wanted to know everything she could about him; embarrassment be damned.
Hinata undid the mechanism of his slacks with ease, this she was a master at, though when she continued with his boxers, she couldn't restrain a yelp of surprise as his rod burst forth. Her blush grew at the sight; an odd sense of pride filling her, knowing that she could do this to him with a few words and touches. With her confidence on the rise, she pressed on, gingerly grabbing the appendage and stroking.
Sasuke watched through half-lidded eyes as the usually demure princess worked up the nerve to take what she wanted. They locked eyes briefly as she tucked stray hairs behind her ear before turning back to the task in her hand. Swallowing what little doubt she had left, she closed her eyes and leaned forward and kissed him, lingering briefly, receiving an approving twitch from his member.
She covered his erection in more of her affection, pumping all the while, urged on by his subtle breaths. Tentatively she flicked her tongue out to taste him in earnest, lapping at the sensitive underside from base to tip and making note of the flavor of the clear drops he rewarded her ministrations with. Sharp, salty, sweet, intoxicating. The taste triggered something in her brain, virtually erasing any doubt that remained and replacing it with desire. Without a second thought she wrapped her lips around the head, greedily seeking more.
"Hina–!" he gasped in surprise, bucking at the sensation. This was completely new to her, but her inexperience only turned him on even more, and she was a quick learner. His restraint was slipping away, just as she slowly began bobbing on his member, testing how much she could take. The heiress's brow furrowed in concentration as she reached her limit, peeking up at his reaction.
He was white knuckling the bedsheets beneath him, jaw clenched tight as she pulled away, only a soft moan escaping as she collected her breath and assaulted him again. She was bold now, relentless even in her quest to please him. Trying new strokes, different pressures, new rhythms, anything to bring him closer to climax. Unconsciously she sought the same, her fingers having long since found their way up her skirt.
Hinata moaned against his rock-hard erection as she teased her bundle of nerves, momentarily losing herself to the sensory overload and increasing the pace of her stroking and sucking. The both of them were two notches below feral at this point, her eyes turned upwards at him in the throes of passion as his thrusts came more frequently. She could tell her hard work was about to pay off when he hardened further, prompting her to release him briefly, panting against his rod in a heated whisper, "G-give it to me…"
Sasuke couldn't think straight anymore, she had teased him to the brink of oblivion and back whether she knew it or not. His hand rested on the crown of her head, pulling her away in fear of what her reaction may be once he climaxed, though she fought against it to keep him inside her moist cavern. He wouldn't last much longer, especially when she mounted her final assault on the tip of his flesh, pumping furiously with her mouth agape. Though it was the look in her eyes that sent him over the edge, lustful determination that accentuating her lavender orbs, drawing a ragged moan sparsely reminiscent of her name from him.
The Hyuuga princess's eyes widened in surprise as a spurt of his hot seed landed on her lips; thinking quickly she engulfed his length as to not miss another drop of her reward, moaning as her tongue instinctually coaxed more out of him. Her thighs clenched around her slick fingers, body shuddering with its own release as she swallowed his viscous offering little by little, the volume forcing her to concentrate. She stayed still until his shallow thrusting ceased and she came down from her own high before pulling away, her tightly pursed lips sending a final shiver down his spine as they passed over the sensitive head of his shaft.
She tilted her head back to ease the passage of his hot stickiness, the viscosity of it giving her difficulties. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her struggle or fail now, after all she'd done. Eventually she succeeded, releasing a soft gasp having not realized she had been holding her breath. She opened her eyes and peered up at him, greeted by his flushed and fatigued face and his still energetic erection. Had she done something wrong? Had she not done a good enough job to satisfy him?
The panic that set in was far from rational—her reaction to which was to return to the task and try to make it right. Blame it on the adrenaline and endorphins still coursing through her veins. She ignored his protests and lapped greedily at the remnants of his orgasm, sending his body into spasms due until he mustered the strength to draw her from her task. "H-Hinata stop!"
"B-but I didn't—y-you're still…" she was absolutely mortified now. She must have looked like quite a sight as well, slightly tousled hair, flushed face, puffy lips glossed with saliva. All contributing to her embarrassment as she tried hiding her face in her hands. But Sasuke wouldn't let her, holding her hands at bay as he knelt down to eye level. Tears had already began to well in the corners of her eyes, but when she focused on his face, she found it also marred with embarrassment. "S-Sasuke-kun?"
His pale cheeks were beet red and his lips twisted in a painful looking half scowl. He knew what he would have to say to allay her fears, which wasn't the issue, the issue was explaining to her that he wanted more of her—all of her. "I—I liked it. You were…"
"I-I-I can get better…i-if you'd like." the words left her mouth before she could even think about what she was offering. She didn't hate fellatio, sure her jaw was a little sore and she may have been a bit overzealous on her first attempt, but the act was about giving pleasure, and all she wanted was to know him as well as he did her, sexually. "S-sorry I wasn't—"
"Koishii…" he cooed, somewhat annoyed with her denial of his praise. He leaned in close to her and stroked her cheek, taking in each detail of her beauty. "You were amazing...I can't get enough of you."
"W-what?" she quivered softly, her mind numbing when she felt his familiar heat press against her thigh, the throbbing in her loins quickly returning.
"I want you." The huskiness of his voice was enough to tell her that there were no more words needed, and she felt the same as well. The look in his eyes told her his intentions, to take her right there on the floor at the foot of their bed. Neither needing nor wanting unnecessary foreplay or comforts, just each other.
He was rough in his pursuit of their mutual goal, popping several buttons off her blouse and yanking her skirt and undergarments off in one movement. His only moment of hesitation coming after he freed himself from his own clothes and pressed his throbbing member against her core, regaining some semblance of sanity briefly.
Hinata spotted his apprehension and shook her head to silently answer his unspoken question, scooting close enough for the head of his shaft to slip past her folds and he hissed at the contact. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. "I—I want to feel you tonight. All of you."
"Hinata…" she knew what she was asking—asking of him, what it may mean for them in the future.
"If the world crashed down on us in the morning…I would have no regrets. Because I'm with the man I love." The sincerity and gentleness of her words was enough to make him rethink their impending coupling—not his desire for her, but his method.
Slowly he slid inside of her until he could go no further, savoring the drawn-out moan she let loose. He stayed as still as he could as she latched herself around him as tightly as possible, their bodies now one. It had been so long since they embraced one another without a barrier keeping them apart, it felt just like their first time.
Gingerly he gathered her in his arms and rose to his feet, a sharp gasp passing her lips as he pressed against her deepest wall. He carried her to their bed and lay with her, never once breaking their connection. She was tighter than normal, despite her arousal, her cavern pure magma restricting all movement. She was tense—they both were, Sasuke knew he risked hurting her if he moved, but when he saw her eyes shut tightly in trepidation, he knew what he had to do.
Carefully he pried one her hands from around his back and brought it to his lips, making sure to kiss each digit until he reached the ring that had been their bond, their strength through it all. His kiss lingered on it the longest, watching as her eyes slowly opened to meet his gaze, "Let me…let me love you, Hinata."
Her heart fluttered at his gentle words and heartfelt gesture as she nodded, interlacing her fingers with his own in an attempt to relax. Once the tension eased in the both of them, their dance could begin in earnest. Each stroke was measured and deliberate, gently coaxing the shy sighs and touches she offered in kind. The gravity of their coupling had robbed her of her usually uninhibited, voracious sexual appetite, but he didn't mind, more often than not the sex was lust driven or just spontaneous, this was entirely different.
The heiress placed her hand on his chest, the feeling of his steady heartbeat bringing a small smile to her lips. In that moment, all she cared about was that he was real—that his love was real, inside and outside of their bedroom. Her hand slowly trailed up his body, making sure to take in the hard contours of his chest, shoulders, neck, all the way up to his jawline. She loved this part of him the most, it was the one part he hid from the world, but not from her. She had chiseled away at his stoic facade and now he was exposed; every emotion he hid on display, only for her.
Her dainty hand stroked his cheek before pulling him down to meet her lips. The tender touch sending sparks down her spine, her thighs reflexively tightening around him and drawing him closer, deeper into their embrace. "Make love to me, Sasuke-kun…"
The sounds of their joining filled the stillness of the bedroom, sharing the secrets of their bodies with sighs, giggles, and moans. They moved in tandem, opposites thrusting and gyrating in perfect synchronicity, their bodies growing slick with perspiration at the languid pace of their lovemaking. Her pert nipples rubbing against his hard chest as they oscillated against one another. Even as their dance approached it's crescendo, they never lost their rhythm, their eyes transfixed on one another.
She was the first to break the trance, her head finding safe harbor in the crook of his neck as the pleasure overtook her. Hinata planted kisses and nips along his flesh, all the while breathing her words of adoration in hopes of urging his gentle assault on. She could feel his steel twitch and flex inside of her assuring his rapid approach towards his own peak, and yet still, he held off.
Sasuke could feel her legs loosen from around his waist and spread wide, allowing him the utmost access to her sex, her voice tickling his ear in hot rhythmic pants as she shyly whispered her desires.
How she commanded his body so easily with her words he would never know, but almost instantaneously every muscle in his body tensed, her sharp gasp reaching his ears at the brink as he swelled inside of her and burst forth with a throaty groan. Her body shuddered and shook at the warmth that began filling her, her muddled mind only capable of forming simple words to describe the sensation, "H-hot…"
They rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms, he, grinding against her womb, and she, rolling her hips to ensure she received all of his offering. The lovers stayed connected, both staring at one another, mentally taking pictures of the pure bliss on their partners face. The chaos of their lives now a distant memory, and the world outside each other's arm's ceasing to exist.
"Anata…" she whispered, smiling up at his obsidian pools, marveling at their bottomlessness like it was the first time. Her smile only growing larger at the thought that she'd be staring at them for the rest of her life. "D-do you think…?"
He too was entranced by her as they shared their solitary moment, one of many he hoped for in the future. Carefully he brushed the sweat drenched hair matted to her face to better appreciate it, his mind rushing to hypotheticals about their child. Would it be a boy? A girl? Would they have her eyes or his? He shook his head ambivalently and interlaced his fingers with her own, both unable and unwilling to focus on anything other than her, "Time will tell, Hinata. For now, I just want to enjoy this."
"Yeah…me too." she blushed prettily when he nuzzled her neck and settled in for the night, a soft contented sigh escaping his lips. "Sasuke-kun…?"
"Hn?"
"Y-you're a bit heavy…"
Short bit of a fluffy smutty chapter here, had to edit or else it would've been too much entirely. But fear not! The second part is just around the corner! As always I appreciate all reviews, critiques, praise, whatnot. Hang tight the next ones a bit of a doozy!
Next Chapter: Sickness & Health
Until next time! Sayonara!
