Hinata sighed. She had got most of the headdress detangled from her hair, but Temari had so many pins in it she couldn't tell what was pinned in and what was just caught in her hair. She closed her eyes, trying to feel the little pins and remove them. She flinched when she felt hands replace hers.
She blinked at Gaara in the mirror as he started to remove pins gently. She re-closed her eyes, welcoming the warm, tingling feeling of his fingers on her scalp.
"I thought Temari was supposed to help you get this off." He mumbled, leaving the pins jingle as he set them in the bowl on the sink.
"She was, but she was busy. I didn't want to pull her from her time with Shikamaru-san." She explained. "She doesn't usually get that much time with him." Also, she was bordering drunk and likely wouldn't be much help. Hinata was glad she had a good time. She deserved it.
Hinata felt her head gradually get lighter as he pulled more metal and metal chains from her hair. She felt the entire thing move. "Oh! I think you got it loose." She opened her eyes and lightly pulled the rest of the headpiece out of her hair and hit a snag letting out a squeak. Gaara's hands quickly reappeared in her hair, detangling the chains that got caught. "I'm glad this isn't a casual trend." She whimpered.
"You looked interesting in it." She felt her cheeks redden and smiled warmly at the sink. "I understand the distaste, though." She giggled as he patiently pulled the last pieces of tangled hair from the links, and the chain was finally detached and set on the counter.
Hinata gave a heavy sigh as she started to brush her hair. Starting in short strokes to bottom as to slowly detangle it. Gaara slipped his finger around her waist, curling himself against her back to lay his head on the shoulder she left bare of hair.
"Tired?" Hinata whispered, amused by his cuddly behavior.
"It has been a very long day." Gaara groaned. "And Shukaku's colorful commentary was slightly missed, especially when your clan was concerned."
Hinata tutted, poor Gaara. "Did he like the wedding itself?" She asked idly.
"He's been silent for the wedding like he promised." He explained. "Still is. He might give his take tomorrow."
"Thank you, Shukaku-san." She mumbled, finishing some full strokes of her hair. "Other side Gaara." She flipped her hair to the other shoulder and felt his lips ghost over the back of her neck as he switched shoulders.
Hinata sighed comfortably. This was their wedding night. Tonight was not the night push away and talk about it.
Hinata continued her efforts for detangling while Gaara warmly curled his fingers into her light nightgown. "You enjoyed your wedding day?"
"I thought it was lovely, there were some rough spots, but it was very much worth the effort that was put into it." She confirmed. "I'm glad we had a Suna based wedding." Finishing the last portion of her hair, she set the brush down with a click and sucked in a breath as Gaara pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she didn't want to tell him she still had to remove the makeup. She turned on the sink and wet the cloth she was left, and began to wipe her face clean, but he didn't release her. He littered her shoulder and neck with slight tingling kisses as she tried to clean her face.
Gaara gave a heavy breath over the wet spots he had made as he moved his head back a mere inch. "I'm distracting you." He mused lightly.
"You don't seem to mind." She countered.
"You look like me," Gaara mumbled. She looked up, realizing what he meant and when into a fit of giggles. She was trying to remove the layers of mascara, and eyeliner Kankuro had painted inside her eyes. It had made her eyes beautiful and didn't look heavy when it was in its proper place, but now she had black makeup smeared across her cheekbones. "It's not made up for me, of course." He added.
She nodded, taking advantage of his slight distance to bend over and splash her face. He released her while she cleaned the bulk of the makeup. "What is this made out of." She huffed.
"Oils and minerals," Gaara told her bluntly. "It's probably mostly Kankuro's."
"I never thought I would be using my brother-in-law's makeup for my wedding." She giggled and continued to scrub the stubborn makeup off until she was satisfied that no more would be coming off. She still looked like her eyes were lightly lined, and her cheeks and the corners of her eyes were red from rubbing.
Hinata turned around to Gaara, holding up the freshly rinsed cloth. He looked confused. "I know he's got you too." She raised it to his face, and he closed his eyes, letting her wipe the light makeup that had been dusted on him against his will.
"I'm never letting Temari plan anything again. I hope you understand." He mumbled. She giggled. His sister wanted his opinion on everything but never really considered what he said unless it concerned both of them.
"She wants me to plan her wedding." Gaara opened his eyes slightly and gave her a frown. "She'll marry him someday, and I don't mind." She giggled. "I think she wants a Konoha wedding, then she can use that garter she tried to force me on this morning." She pouted her lip and focused back on Gaara as she pulled the cloth away. He stared intently at the pressed out lip, and she felt self-conscious and heated under his gaze.
Her hair was kinked and curled where it had been set all day, and no amount of brushing was going to get it out until she wet it. She still had makeup and rub marks littering her face, and she was in a thin nightgown she had fought Temari for.
Gaara's hand came up between them and opened. She glanced down to the missing piece of her headdress. She brought in a heavy warm breath at the asking motion. He never seemed to realize his effect on her. Her eyes came back up to meet him as she placed her hand over it, taking it and silently giving her answer.
Hinata set the cloth and missing piece down blindly as he leaned forward. The kiss was light like the ones he gave threw out the night after the clinking of glass. She pressed upward, feeling the eager rush run through her. She reached forward and curled her fingers into the loose tunic he had replaced his wedding robe with, pulling him closer and lower. His fingers followed suit, curling into the fabric below ribs on her sides. She shivered at the tips of his fingers, roughly brushing her skin. She reached up and pulled him more fully to her drawing her arms around his neck. He paused before sliding his hands down her hips less sensationally and more just trying to figure out what else to do with his hands.
Hinata tried not to be amused by his confusion. She didn't know what she was doing either. She tried to distract him by pressing more into the heat of the kiss and digging one of her hands into his hair. He found a place for his hands as they gripped tightly to where they had been fumbling at her hips. She tugged him down and back until they both hit the counter harshly.
Gaara broke the kiss with a heavy huff and a searing look she had seen a glimpse of but never so fully. It was predatory, aroused, and … scared. She gave him a reassuring smile, or what she could muster up from her own huffing.
Hinata tried to wet her dry lips, but they were quickly recaptured more hungrily. She quickly got a new idea for the kiss curling her tongue against the inside of his lips, making him flinch. It was getting hard not to laugh.
Gaara fumbled, trying to match her, but neither knew what they were doing. He let his hands slip lower on her hips, and she let out a heated whimper into their lips as a shiver went up to her spine. Gaara froze entirely.
Hinata moved back and opened her eyes to blink at him. His eyes were wide, his lips were swollen, and his hair was a mess from her fingers. He panted, carefully pulling his hands away. "No." She panted, tightening her arms pulling him back to her. "I'm fine, it's okay." She promised.
Gaara studied her, finding no lie, he carefully reattached himself. He was more careful to focus his hands right where they were, much to her disappointment. They focused on the heat of the kiss, testing their virgin makeout session as thoroughly as they thought they knew how.
This time she had to break from breath and lower her face to his neck to huff heavily. She had an opportunity to return to him what he had done to her. She littered his neck with light kisses between heavy breaths. He lightly dug his fingers into her sides, releasing another shiver up her back as he was trying to be gentle with his tightening grip.
Hinata lifted herself on her toes to continue the kisses higher up his neck up the side of his jaw. He suddenly dipped down, gripping one arm around the small of her waist and the other to support her thigh, lifting her onto the sink counter. She was assaulted with hot kisses across her skin. She dropped her forehead against his shoulder, digging her fingers into his shoulders and the base of his hair. Responding to her, he dug his fingers into her thighs, pulling another deep whimper from her.
This time instead of stopping, he pulled her closer by her thighs. She welcomed the new leverage. The rise and fall of his chest were against her own as they tangled. She felt his hesitation. He tightened his grip on her thighs, earning a squeak as he lifted her again by them with the leverage of her tight grip on him. They didn't make it far from the sink, distracted by her returning to his neck. He might have meant to head out the door, but her back bumped the wall instead.
Gaara kept her there. She had no fear she was going to slip with the grip of her hands on his shoulders and the ways he was pressing her into the wall. She took the chance to take a slight nibble over the nerve she knew what in the crook of his neck. She felt the tips of his finger twitch against her thighs, and her back flattening more fully against the sand wall as he leaned into her. She was able to curl one of her legs around his waist. The other couldn't make it in the messy position she was pressed in.
Gaara's grip was soft despite his clear desire to dig his fingers into her skin. His hands trembled and fidgeted unsurely. He was holding back, and it was more teasing than he could ever know. His fingers would grip tightly then loosen, only to tighten again as he struggled to keep gentle.
Hinata dug her fingers more fully into his back, trying to tell him it was okay. He only barely took the bait as he more fully held her thighs.
Gaara tried to imitate her, pressing his face into the bend on her back into her loose hair and gently nipped her skin. He was too gentle, trying not to hurt her, but she was starting to get frustrated.
"You're not hurting me. It's okay." She sighed out in a heavy huff. Her voice was far too deep.
Gaara buried his face into her neck, pressing the bridge of his nose into her shoulder. He stopped and breathed there. She paused and waited. Something was wrong.
"Gaara?" She asked, worried.
"I can't do this." He mumbled. "Not tonight." He sighed into her shoulder, curling his fingers under her more fully to hold her more stablely rather than the heated press position they had been in.
Hinata sighed, forcing out the tension she felt as she tried to force down her panting and growing warmth. "It's okay. We don't have to." She reset her arms to hold him warmly as he pressed his insecurities into her. She never thought she would be the one ready when her partner was not.
Gaara raised his head to look at her. He looked ashamed and scared.
Her heart broke for him. "Gaara, it's okay." She promised. "We're married. We have lots of time to be comfortable with each other." She cooed. "We only started a physical relationship. We don't have to rush into it."
Gaara glanced up at her, pressing a light kiss over her swollen lips before reburying his face in her hair. "He's going to give me hell tomorrow." He mumbled.
"Well, he shouldn't," Hinata said pointedly. "He promised to leave us be, and that should go for our decisions tonight." She said pointedly at him, but more at the dormant demon.
Hinata rubbed her thumb back and forth, lightly laying a gentle kiss to his covered shoulder before laying her head down. "Let's go to bed then." She whispered.
Gaara lifted her once again, this time making it through the door and setting her on the bed. She didn't release him. He needed the hug. With her safely on something solid, he curled his arms around her waist as she unwrapped her legs.
His grip suddenly got tighter. "Mine." He voiced almost childishly.
Hinata let out a giggle. "And mine." She promised, kissing the closest flesh lightly.
Gaara was embarrassed at best. Mortified at worse. He was terrified of hurting her, he had never been a gentleman, but he would have to be gentle with her. He wouldn't let her forgive him for hurting her because he wasn't paying attention or was too fogged, especially not this. She encouraged him, but he didn't have the confidence in his abilities to give her what she was asking for.
Hinata curled around him warmly before unfurling and rubbing his arms with her thumbs. "Come up on the bed."
Upon release, she turned to crawl across the bed. He deliberately looked away from her hips. She seemed to have forgotten what she was wearing. She tucked herself down and tugged back the blanket fully, welcoming him. He sighed, ruffling his hair almost painfully to take out his frustration before curling into the bed with her.
If she was amused by his act of childish tantrum, she didn't show it. She covered and curled around him as he buried his face into her collarbone, engulfing what was now legally his. Hinata Hyuga was his wife. He never thought he would be okay with the thought of being married, but this woman was his. He got to keep her as long as she would have him. That thought made him content.
Gaara now had someone he was sure he cared about it, something he was never truly sure about. Baki could turn on him tomorrow, his sibling could condemn him for his past, his faithful student would grow up on her own and leave, but Hinata cared. She cared, and she was now bound to him, willingly. She was willing and happy to stay with him.
Hinata was eager to kiss him, dug her fingers into his skin, bit his skin, and stirred heat he never thought he would so deeply feel. She knew when something was wrong and tried to fix it.
His.
Hinata brushed her fingers through his hair, taking out the tangles she had put there. Her breathing evened out, and her hand got slower, finally limply laying behind his head.
It set in for him that she was sleeping in their bed, not the couch in his office. Their bed, he couldn't pin down why that was important to him. It was odd. They had fallen asleep wrapped together before, but now it was entirely purposeful. They shared something. They shared everything now.
Gaara closed his eyes, pressing a last kiss to the skin closest to him.
His.