Hinata tried to sleep, but each time she closed her eyes, she saw purple eyes staring at her full of secrets that she wanted to uncover, a mouth that was kicked up to one side, lips that she wanted on hers and all over her body. She sat up, covered her face with her pillow and groaned, 'nope, nope, never happening!' she thought to herself, why on earth would she even think about him in any way but especially in such an intimate way. He was annoying and rude and not to mention that she didn't even know his name, not that she ever wanted to know it. She threw her pillow on the bed, punched her frustration out into it and laid back down, trying to sleep once more. It took a while but eventually she fell asleep.
Hinata woke up from a restless night, even though she fell asleep, most of the night she was tossing and turning, and she dreamt about him. Remembering the dream made her blush red, her face heating from the images her mind was throwing at her, images of her and him in the throes of passion, their bodies intwined. His mouth all over her, pleasuring her in ways she didn't know possible. Her hand slowly moving across her body, starting at her breasts, she squeezed them through her shirt, the feeling sending tingles down her spine. Slowly she moved her hand lower, over her stomach, towards her shorts. She rubbed herself through the material, biting back a moan that threatened to escape. The feeling exquisite, but not enough. She pushed her shorts and pants down her thighs and rubbed against her pussy, surprised to find herself so aroused. She rubbed against her clit, slowly first, then increasing the pace, thinking about her dreams, using her other hand, she fingered herself, pumping in and out. The pace increased and so did her breathing, she felt herself get closer and closer to the edge, needing more pressure, she pinched her clit, pushing her over the edge, she bit her lips to stop herself from screaming. She lay there post orgasm, trying to catch her breath. She couldn't remember the last time fingering herself had felt so good, making her tingle all over, and that too over a man she knew nothing about, 'and I don't want to know anything about him' she thought.
She quickly changed into her running clothes and ran her usual route, she let the fresh air clear her mind. She wasn't going to think about him, nor about her dreams or what occurred because of them, even though it was a mind-blowing orgasm. She pushed herself harder today, ran an extra mile. By the time she was back home, she was sweating a lot and in desperate need of a drink. She walked into the kitchen to find her sister there, "Good morning Hanabi" Hinata greeted as she grabbed a glass and made her way to the sink. As she drank her water Hanabi asked "why were you mumbling in your sleep about purple eyes?", Hinata chocked on the water, she coughed trying to clear her throat, a blush creeping up her neck into her face. "I have no idea what you're on about" Hinata lied. She quickly made her way to her room to grab her towel and rushed into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, quickly changed and jumped in, not waiting for it to heat up. The cold water helped cool down her blood, as well as temper her thoughts. She went through the motions of showering quickly, but found her hands lingering around her crotch, 'nope, not doing this again'. She turned off the water and wrapped the towel around her body and made her way back to her room. Grabbing her clothes, she dressed quick, she wore her blue jeans with a button-down shirt. She shouted her goodbyes and rushed to the front door, put on her boots and left the house.
She forced her thoughts away from him, refusing to think about him. She turned on her music and put in her headphones and made her way to college. Hinata put her bag into her locker and grabbed her books and headed to class. Finding it empty, she sat near the back, and started to doodle in her sketch book that she took everywhere. Still listening to her music, she lost herself to the songs and her art, it was only when she looked up to see the class filled that she turned off her music, took out her headphones and put away her sketch book. "So, the ice queen can draw?" she heard a familiar voice ask, she wished her heart didn't jump at the voice, and her mind conjure up images from earlier. Hinata turned to see him sitting next to her, his eyes alight with mischief, and a smirk playing on his lips, how she wanted to wipe it off his face. She looked away from him and tried to ignore his presence, however, that only seemed to earn her more of his attention, causing her face to blush, "care to tell me why you're blushing? Not picturing me naked, are you?" he asked, Hinata felt like he was reading her mind, causing her to blush more at the images in her mind. 'Is it that obvious what I was thinking about?' she thought to herself. She turned her head, letting her long hair fall in between them like a curtain, hoping that it would shield her from his eyes, shield her from her own thoughts. She heard him chuckle and felt him move closer to her, as if, just to annoy her more.
Hinata found it hard to concentrate on the lesson, her body in tune to the man next to her, each time he moved, she felt herself tense, wondering what he was thinking, whether he would touch her, not that she wanted him to. Though every now and then, his hand brushed against her arm, she stiffened and held her breath, when she looked over, she found him looking back at her, as their eyes met, she saw his darken, she licked her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, and his eyes seemed to follow and fixate on her lips. She felt caught up in his stare, she couldn't look away even if she tried. Her breathing increased and she bit down on her bottom lip, snippets of her dream playing in her mind, especially parts when his lips were all over her. She found herself looking at his lips and let out a small moan, just thinking what they would feel like, she hoped that he didn't hear the sound that escaped her lips. She forced herself to look away. She tensed her legs, relieving some of the pressure in between her legs.
The lesson seemed to go on for longer than usual, and she struggled to concentrate what she was meant to do. This was her final year; she couldn't afford to not concentrate. When the lesson finally ended, she let out a long breath, when she looked over, he was still sitting there, he was watching her intently, his eyes slowly roaming around her body, making her swallow, when his eyes finally reached her face, he smiled at her, as if he could tell how affected she was by him, as if he could hear the thoughts in her mind. Hinata grabbed her things, got up and as she moved past him, he grabbed her hand, making her stop in her tracks. "So, what's your name ice princess?" he asked her, Hinata struggled to respond back to him, "I'm Hidan by the way, guess I'll be calling you ice princess from now on" he said with a smirk. Hinata snatched her hand out of his grasp, "I don't care what you call me, why do you even want to know my name?" she snapped at him, "jeez woman, just wanted to put a name to the beautiful face that kept me up all night, that's all" he replied, making her blush. She walked away from him without telling him her name.
Hinata didn't want to know whether she kept him up like he did her, she stormed off toward her locker, she yanked it open, threw her books in and slammed it shut. The other students looked at her sceptically, she normally kept her cool, the one who didn't get riled up, the one who calmed all her friends, saw the rational side of things, yet when it came to Hidan, she couldn't think rationally, it seemed like she was thinking with her pussy. She had never felt like this for anyone before, yes, she had had crushes, yes, she thought of them, but not once did they dominate her thoughts like he did, make her want to pleasure herself so much. She didn't even like him, not even a little bit, so why on earth was he making her feel like this. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself. "Hey Hinata, what's the matter?" Sakura asked her. Hinata looked at her friend, "oh you know, just Hidan being annoying again" she said. She opened her locker again, grabbed her history books and together they walked to class, discussing how some men could be annoying.
At least she didn't have to see Hidan in history, she took her usual seat and started on the new assignment, her thoughts now filled with facts not an annoying purple eyed jerk. As the lesson finished, Hinata made her way to the café, grabbing a sandwich and a drink she joined her friends at the table. They were all talking about the new movie coming out, making plans on going together to watch it, Hinata nodded along with the conversation, not interested in the movie all that much. When she looked up, she saw Hidan walk by with a girl on each arm, he saw her looking and he smirked and winked in her direction, Hinata sat up straight in her chair, threw her hair behind her and turned away from him. She didn't care what he did, and she wasn't going to care who he was with.
The rest of the day passed by, Hinata kept herself busy with her art project, she needed to finish it soon and hand it in, it was the last piece in her portfolio, once finished she would be done with art for the last time, one less thing to stress about. Hinata carried on with the painting, adding more features to the summer picture, slowly blending it into autumn, lush greenery turning into bright yellows, reds and oranges. She used different techniques to show crispy brown leaves, making the picture look like a captured moment, the sun slightly lower than in the picture before. Some of the leaves seemed to drift in an unseen breeze, giving the impression of a brisk autumn day. Hinata imagined smelling the scenery she created, the leaves on the ground warming in the sunlight, but feeling the need to pull the coat tighter against her to keep the chill off. She smiled at the picture, it was coming along great, she put away her stationery, washed her palette and tidied up. She had stayed longer than she wanted to.
Hidan had stayed longer than he wanted to, he needed to hand in some assignments, "so you can take things seriously" the teacher said as he gave his paper in, "yeah whatever old man" he replied, not caring what the teacher thought, he walked out of the room without a backward glace or waiting to hear what the teacher thought about his work. As he walked out of the room, he came across the art studio, the door slightly ajar, he peered in and saw the ice princess with her back to him. He let his eyes gaze over her body, the jeans hugged her legs, showing off her toned bum. He quietly made his way into the room, he wanted to see what she was working on.
Hidan moved quietly, like a predator stalking its prey, as he got closer, he smelt the paint and paint thinner. His eyes took in the picture in front of him, a canvas showing the same scenery but in different seasons, it was beautiful. He found himself lost to it, imaging the smells and sounds in each picture. He noticed on the bottom corner that it was signed, he barely made out the name 'Hinata H'. Hidan moved closer to Hinata, not announcing his presence until he was right behind her, "Hi Hinata" he whispered, making her jump, she quickly turned around and tripped over the chair and fell into him for a second time, he quickly caught her, steadying her. His hands landed on bare skin where her shirt had risen slightly. Her skin was softer than he had imagined. As Hidan stroked her waist, he watched her face, how her eyes widened, her lips parted to let out a rushed breath. He moved in closer, smelling the sweetness coming off her skin. A mixture of jasmine and peony. A soft scent that fit her perfectly.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she stuttered, her voice no louder than a whisper, her breath touching his neck. "Just spying ice princess, that's a beautiful picture you've made" he whispered back, Hidan was slowly walking forwards, making Hinata walk backwards until she walked into the wall. He found himself lost in her eyes, they looked like molten grey, sparkling with something only she knew. He caught a stray lock of hair in his hand, coiling it around his finger, he tucked it behind her ear, gently touching her left cheek with the back of his fingers, slowly he moved his hand lower, onto her neck, he could feel her heartbeat flutter under his touch. He moved his finger to her collar bone, moving it from one side to the other gently, making her gasp, his attention on her lips now. Without thinking, he bent down and placed his lips on hers, at first, she didn't respond, but slowly, she started to kiss him back. Hidan pressed himself against her, his hard chest pressed against her voluptuous breasts. He had one leg in between hers, pressing himself on her, earning him a throaty moan. One hand placed around her neck, the other squeezing her hip. Her hands were on his chest, one had slightly fisting the material. They were in some trance, kissing one another, until he licked her lips and broke the trance. Hinata pulled away from the kiss, shoved against him until he moved backwards, he watched as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her breathing fast and hard, her face contorted in anger, "how dare you kiss me?" she screamed at him, her hands balling and un-balling. Hidan licked his lips, and smiled at her, "you were just enjoying it" he stated, making her angrier, "you can't just go around kissing anyone you want, who do you think you are?" she was getting angrier, which only made Hidan smile at her more, "for an ice princess, you're quite the spitfire aren't you?" he chuckled. He leaned closer to her, "you enjoyed that kiss, don't deny it" he whispered to her, he straightened and winked at her, and watched her cheeks redden more. He turned around and made his way out of the studio and he felt something whoosh past his ear, and saw a paintbrush hit the door in front of him, he laughed and left the room. He laughed at her attempt to hurt him. He laughed loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls in the corridor.
