Some things are just never meant to be yours, no matter how much you try and wish they were.
-Anonymous
A second later, Hinata felt the rope around her neck disappear, along with her source of warmth. She suddenly felt oddly cold and empty.
Quickly getting up, she backflipped to a distant branch, opposite to where Itachi was crouched. Still mid-air, she met his eyes. They were as intense as ever, carefully watching her every move.
She could almost feel the searing heat, feel it scorching through her clothes and burning her skin.
She faltered, her foot missing the branch she was intending to land on.
Only a choked gasp escaped her as she fell, hands extending to grasp at something to stop her fall.
When she found nothing, she clenched her eyes shut, waiting for the pain.
Instead, she felt the warmth return.
The next time she opened her eyes, they were seated on the ground. He was beside her on a knee, hands still resting on her waist and beneath her legs.
She turned red, slightly embarrassed, as he slowly, almost hesitantly, let go.
"Than-"
However, the words died in her throat when she felt his hand clasp hers, her heartbeat intensifying as sudden jolts shot up her arm. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched their fingers interlock, fitting against eachother perfectly. Slowly, she turned toward him, questions at the tip of her tongue.
However, he was looking at their clasped hands, slowly turning them over. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, almost a confused look in his eyes.
Then, he let go of her hand, his fingers now lightly resting on her wrist. Then, they started trailing up, across the skin of her arm, leaving behind something warm and electric in their wake.
Goosebumps erupted on every inch of her body, her form trembling and stomach twisting in an unusual fashion.
Reaching the arch of her neck, he met her eyes.
Hinata suddenly remembered the time he had buried his face in the crook of her neck. That time, he had the same, heated look in his eyes. However, unlike that them, instead of being clouded over, his eyes were completely clear.
This time, he was completely in control.
Moving forward, he placed his other hand on the ground behind her waist. Still maintaining eye contact, he leaned forward.
She suddenly realized that he was giving her time. To move away. To stop him. To do something--Anything.
But, she didn't.
Because for once, she wasn't just focusing on what he was doing and why he was doing it. Instead, her mind was muddled up with the questions of all these feelings and sensations he was invoking within her.
Her throat went dry, her stomach growing warm as she tried to give name to these feelings.
Her lips parted in a silent gasp when she felt his nose brush against the curve of her neck. His eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, his warm breath wafting down her throat.
She felt another shiver roll of her spine.
Suddenly, he closed the distance between them, face burying in the crook of her neck with a desperateness that was foreign to the both of them.
The suddenness of the action caught her off guard, as her arms--previously supporting her--went to clutch at him as she fell backwards, taking him with her.
Hinata exhaled, her hair pooling around her head, as she looked up at Itachi, his broad frame hovering over her. His breath hitched, as he shifted slightly, placing a knee between Hinata legs for balance.
It was also a means for him to retain some semblance of self-control and stop himself from giving in to his burning lust.
He panted slightly, trying to focus on anything but the woman below him. There was no such luck as he began thinking of all the images he'd hoarded, barely let himself imagine.
Hinata felt her tongue go slack as shivers rolled off her spine. Instinctively, she grabbed onto Itachi's shoulder, her other hand going to rest on his bicep.
It was strange, watching someone who had mastered his emotions loose his composure. Was it because of her?
Could it be?
Testing her theory, she exhaled shakily, feeling his muscles tense as she slowly trailed her hand lower on his arm, the heat of his skin warming her fingers, which had suddenly gone cold.
This with the combined effect of her breath trailing down his neck had him shuddering in delight.
Her lips parted in a soft whimper when when she felt his fingers digging into her waist. He, it seemed, had a similar affect on her.
All her resistance which should have been there, gone with a few touches.
Just what were these feelings?
Hinata turned her face slightly towards Itachi, as if expecting him to answer. She inhaled his scent, imprinting it to her memory. She could feel it filling up her lungs, entering her bloodstream fusing with her cells and being supplied to every part of her body.
Brushing her nose against his neck, she felt it.
His pulse, as it thrummed almost violently against his throat.
Without thinking, she buried her face against his pulse, felling it skip a beat.
Itachi made a choked sound, biting the inside of his cheek from groaning in approval.
"Right...there." He gritted out, his breath coming out in pants.
Coming with his request, she buried her face deeper into his sensitive spot, feeling the fingers in her waist go even deeper.
His voice was deeper, more raspy than the usual clarity in it, the edge she had noticed before, now more prominent.
Hinata suddenly felt an overwhelming need. An urge stronger than anything she'd felt before. She wanted to...She wanted him to-
"My n-name." Her own voice was breathy, as if she couldn't get enough air in her lungs.
"Say my name."
She felt him freeze slightly, his breath hitching. His lips parted, as he met her eyes,
"Hinata."
Hinata gasped sharply, clenching her eyes shut as she clutching him tighter, her nails digging into the skin of his arm, back slightly arching because-
God, that felt good.
She felt something inside of her clench as she was flooded with a unknown feeling. Why was she feeling this? What was 'this' in the first place?
She furrowed her eyebrows, meeting Itachi's eyes, expecting him to have the answers.
Meeting her eyes, Itachi found in them more curiosity tan anything else. That snapped him out of the trance he'd fallen in.
He reared back, immediately recoiling away from the woman, breathing heavily. He clenched his eyes shut, looking away from Hinata, trying to retain full control of his senses, lest they act without his permission again.
He hadn't meant for it to go this far.
Slowly, he looked back at Hinata, watching her blink rapidly, eyes wide as her own breathing returned to normal.
Standing up, he took a step towards her. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore just how inviting she looked, spread out on the ground, ample chest heaving, lips red and parted, eyes still half-lidded as she cocked her head slightly, looking at him in confusion.
Gulping, he intended a hand towards her, silently watching as she stared at it, as if wondering what she was supposed to do with it.
Blinking slowly, she clasped his hand and allowed him to pull her up. She stumbled slightly, knees still weak as they wobbled. Slowly, but surely, the fog inside her head finally cleared as her face went red, realizing what had just happened.
Whipping her head towards Itachi, she opened her mouth to ask him what the heck all that was, and could they do it again because that had felt so god damn good-
However she paused, realizing that he was no where in sight.
He'd left without a word.
And Hinata was glad, in contrast to her previous thoughts. She needed time. To sort out her thoughts and maybe, answer a few of the question in her head.
That night, laying on her bed, Hinata--despite hours of contemplation--had been able to answer only one. Ino's.
"Was he hot?"
Hinata groaned, as her mind immediately conjured up his smouldering eyes, half-lidded, his voice husky as he whispered her name.
She buried her face in her pillow, her face burning.
He is, Ino. Alarmingly so.
Uchiha Itachi concluded himself to a complete and utter idiot.
Ever since he had been a kid, Mikoto had drummed it into his head the proper way to treat a woman.
His clan, too had been very particular about the way he, being the heir, treated females. (Even his fangirls, despite him trying to convince them that they were not considered to be on the same level as the rest of humanity.)
Interest came first. Then, courtship. Then, marriage, and then, sex.
Back then, he didn't understand what all the fuss was about. There were steps and he, wholeheartedly, intended to follow them.
It was as simple as that.
Except, now, he realized that it wasn't.
Not only had he broken every single rule Mikoto had ever taught him, but he had also had a glimpse--no matter how small--of heaven. And he'd enjoyed every single second of it.
Now, he could definitely see what all the fuss was about.
Because had he known how good he would feel having another body pressed up against his, he might have just skipped all the steps, and jumped straight into making out.
That was, after all, what he'd almost done yesterday.
It was funny, how it took a single woman to reduce him to nothing but a hormonal teenager.
Uchiha Itachi, who hadn't looked twice at any woman before. And what it took to bring him to his knees was a Hyuga Hinata.
Just Hinata, His mind immediately corrected, Neither a Hyuga, nor an heiress.
That's what she'd told him their second encounter at the hospital. That seemed like such a ling time ago, when in reality, barely a month had passed since then.
He mused as how far they had come--how far he had come.
Just the thought of her made his heart skip a beat.
At the beginning when he met her, she had been nothing but a source of entertainment, something that had pulled him out if the painful monotony that was his life, even if it was just for a few hours.
She was his escape.
But, now, his development of feelings made the situation quite problematic. And yet, he didn't find it in himself the will to pull away, even if it was against his better judgement to be selfish like that.
The thought made him clench his fists.
Mine, He thought darkly, This time with her. It's mine.
He'd hoped to keep meeting her, but it was getting harder and harder to not notice he beauty. In front of her, it seemed, as if the self-control he prided himself in shattered completely, leaving him in addiction.
She was his drug, and everytime he had a taste, it had him thirsting for more.
Sighing softly, Itachi splashed some water on his face, pressing as ice-cold palm to him eyes.
He had some so close to completely loosing it. Yesterday, in the forest, he'd come so close to thinking, 'Fuck it.' and kissing Hinata senseless, until she forgot everything but his name.
It was her intoxicating scent that had pulled him in, clogging his mind to the point he couldn't see anything except her.
He'd become hyper-aware, feeling the smallest inch of her skin that brushed against his, feeling every breath as it trailed down his next and into his shirt, and just when he'd thought it couldn't get any further, she'd asked him to say her name.
"Hinata." He breathed out shakily, hating(loving?) the way his fingers clutched the sink tighter and the tremor that passed through his body.
It was terrifying that a single woman had so much control over him.
It was her scent that pulled him in, and her eyes that pulled him out.
Her eyes had been hazy, depicting curiosity more than anything else. Not about him, but about herself.
She had noticed then, how every touch of his sent a shiver down her spine, how the mere mention of her name from his lips had her arching, how his mere eyes had her faltering in her steps.
He had noticed her disappointment when he'd stopped.
Meeting the eyes of his reflection, Itachi knew one thing for sure.
He wasn't the only victim of attraction in this...relationship.(or what ever it was.) She was too, she just didn't know it.
Yet, He added.
With the way things were going, he had no doubt that she would soon catch on. And when she did, she would have to choose. Between giving into it or ignoring it completely.
He pushed the thought out of his mind instead focusing on typing back his hair.
He should be apprehensive, worried that things were getting out of hand. The attraction he felt for her, and the one she felt for him; it was dangerous.
And yet, Itachi again pressed a palm over his mouth, this time to hide the smile that was growing.
IM BEAT!!!
My fingers are gonna need bandaging after this
Regardless of the condition of my fingers, how was the chapter? Did you like it? Was it everything you'd hoped and imagined?
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The next chapter will be the longest one yet. And also one of the most important one. What do you think will happen?
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-Your dead-beat author.
