Hinata hummed a laugh watching Sasuke's face. It was so amusing how he viewed people. His comments were said low for only her to hear kept a smile on her face for the majority of their time there. She shouldn't laugh, they were mean, but she knew he didn't mean anything by them. It was like a way of dealing with people by complaining about them.
Hinata hid her smile behind her hand as he commented on the odd way her cousin's hair had been pulled up. "They might be trying to pass him off as you. I think he may be wearing eyeliner."
Hinata coughed, pressing her face into his shoulder. "Stop." She giggled.
Sasuke gave her a grin.
"Mrs. Uchiha." She looked up to someone she didn't recognize. She looked back at Sasuke in question, but he shook his head, he didn't know who it was either, so this person was new.
"Yes?" She wondered.
"May I speak to you?" He asked. She glanced down at the village mark and frowned. She wasn't sure she had spoken to anyone from this village.
"What about?" She asked.
"You already are." Sasuke snapped low. She tried not to grin.
"Alone." He glanced up at her husband.
"No," Sasuke answered.
"Alright." She agreed.
Sasuke gazed slid down to frown at her. "I'll be just a minute." She explained.
Sasuke crossed his arms, he wasn't going to argue with her decision, but it was plain to see he was not happy with it.
He watched her from a distance as she sat alone with the man. It gave him a wrong feeling. Her eyebrows twitched together slightly as they spoke, and she shook her head. As the man kept talking, her eyebrows knitted together further, and she denied more. He couldn't see what the man was saying, but she didn't seem to like it. She finally glanced at him with a slightly annoyed look, and she bowed her head, excusing herself. She walked very quickly to him. "I want to leave."
"What did he say?" He asked.
"Now, please." She snapped with a low voice. She tugged him toward the door as subtly as she could. She knew a few choice people were noticing her discomfort. She wanted to leave now before someone asked her what was wrong. As they left, she glanced back to see two sets of Kage's eyes on her. She frowned and pressed forward.
Hinata's hair fell as she pulled pins out of it, it was crimped into place, but with how straight her hair was, water would take that out. He came behind her as she stood at the sink. He ran his hand down her hair, smoothing the tangles. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
"You going to tell me what spooked you?" He hummed, laying his lips to her shoulder and looking up at her through the mirror.
"I knew people would know that I was missing memory. I didn't think anyone would try to take advantage of it." She huffed, looking down away from the mirror and at the pins she set neatly on the counter.
He frowned into her skin. "What do you mean."
"He tried to tell me that we had spoken before and that we had come to some ridiculous agreement of him getting Hyuga secrets." Her eyebrows knitted together. "I don't care how many years of memory I have lost. There is no way I would ever endanger them like that no matter what they have done to me."
He nodded, laying his hand on the counter on either side of her. "Do you want to go tomorrow?"
"Yes, I believe I am overdue for a talk with my father." She didn't look happy about it. Her face was a mixture between determined and uncomfortable.
"You want to do that publicly?" He asked, closing his eyes.
She slid her fingers over his. "Yes, obviously, my distance from the Hyuga has given off the wrong message."
"Not something I am looking forward to." He admitted.
"You seem tired." She whispered, leaning her cheek on his hair.
"Bitching all day will do that to you." He curled his arm around her waist, pulling her away from the counter.
She giggled. "You know you could say nice things."
"That's far more tiring. I would have to think up a lie." He pulled her through the door, down the hall, making her stumble.
"Not one nice thing?" She asked, laughing as they fell back onto the bed, her leg fell upward, and they both flopped to their side. She wiggled, but he wasn't letting go.
"I mean, you're pretty cute, but I don't think you count." He tightened his grip, making it clear if she wanted to lose, she was going to have to put up quite the fight.
"No, I don't count." She giggled, making more effort, putting more strength, making him struggle to keep his grip. She squealed as he won, and she was once again wrapped. "Using chakra isn't fair."
"I don't see how not." He pulled her from the one side and flopped her to the other, and she squealed as he bounced on the mattress.
"If you use it, then I can use it." She grabbed his arm, and his forearms and wrist were paralyzed.
"Now that's not fair." He frowned, his grip loosened to limp. She turned and pushed her hands into his shoulders, now also paralyzed. "That's overkill." He frowned.
Hinata giggled, laying her face on his limp shoulder as he fake glared. She was lucky that she was cute.
He tried to push his torso up, but she pushed her finger into his shoulders, and he flopped onto his back. She threw her leg over him and laid herself down over him.
Sasuke felt his face heat. Her legs were on either side of his hips, her chest pressed against his. This brought back memories he wasn't able to push down quickly enough. He knew he hadn't because her head popped up from its resting position, red and surprised. "This is your fault."
"I..." Hinata squeaked. She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. "I'm not sure…." She was still scared. Worried she wasn't adequate, he didn't understand why but he understood her hesitation, and he respected it.
"Not tonight. I'm tired anyway." He laid his head back. He couldn't say he was disappointed. He hadn't planned on anything. He was just trying to get her away from the mirror.
Her hair brushed his face, and his eyes flew open as lips pressed against his.
Hinata's eyes were closed tightly, her hair curtained around their heads. Her mouth opened over his letting out a hot breath, and he felt himself shiver. "Hinata." He said huskily. "I didn't…." His protest was silenced by her reconnecting her lips.
His eyes slid closed, no use fighting with her. Her hands-on his shirt tightened, and her legs were warm. She sighed and lifted her face slightly to look at his face, fully flushed and shy.
He looked up at her and sighed. "Do I get my arms back at least?" He asked.
Hinata nodded, sliding her arms over his arms, the numbness faded, and he reached forward, trapping her shoulders pulling her down to bury his face in the neck. He took in the smell of her skin and felt his skin prickle as his hairs stood on end.
"I meant it. Not tonight, we're tired, you don't feel good. I want you to be comfortable, or it's not worth it." He whispered.
Her face shrinking into his shirt. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You don't owe me anything, and I won't accept anything until you're ready." He promised her.
Hinata whined in frustration. "I want to be."
"But you're not, and that's fine." Sasuke kissed her shoulder. "You are enough for me, always."