A/N: I am late and I should have no excuse. But please bear with me. NejiHina week has been the only good thing happening this week in my life currently and there is no way in hell I'm letting it go. After all, we have the rest of December!

Day 3:

Sunflower

Neji hates her. She hates him. So how was it that the two found each other in the night in a mass of limbs and heated passion?

She had always believed that heroes were born just in stories, but that had all changed when she had met Naruto.

Naruto had drawn her to him since the first day. She found herself unable to stay away from him still. Her eyes followed him across the streets, searching him out. Even against her family's instructions, she sought him, hiding behind trees to watch him train and be with him after everyone left.

There was Neji, on the other hand. Hinata had always been afraid of Neji. When she saw him coming when they were young, she always ran the other way and it continued till this day.

So when Hinata wanted to signal Neji that she was ready to accept him, she left him sunflowers to find. But it had gone wrong very suddenly and neither of them had seen it coming.

Hinata was not one to control others. Hinata wasn't born to boss around. But her role as part of the Main Family forced her to against her will. She had always felt awkward asking people what to do and she felt strange and embarrassed when people took her words as direct orders even when she had just meant them as a request. Hyūga Hinata did not boss anyone around. That is, except when she was with her husband. He was the perhaps the only one who saw the other side of her sweet personality, the one she subdued.

"Harder," she cried.

He dropped his pace considerably. He was satisfied as he watched her face scrunch up in pleasurable longing. It was not often that he teased her and his intentions to do so were never clear.

"Is that an order?" he asked, delighted to find her back arch in response involuntarily.

"Yes!" she yelled. It wasn't like he had left her with a choice. She had not meant to order him and he purposefully brought it out of her, perhaps to demean her, to show that he provided her pleasure because he was simply following orders.

He thrust into her forcefully and she gasped loudly in satisfaction. He slowly pulled out of her before repeating himself and she responded with each movement he made.

She loved Naruto still, but it was Neji who made her scream his name into the night. She had not forgotten the one she loved and she spent time with him still, but at times when Neji had her in his arms, she soon did without even thinking.

The next day, Neji sat in a meeting with Hiashi, trying to concentrate on his steaming mug of green tea. Hinata had walked in to serve them the tea and as she walked out, her face was impassive. Neji noted that she had left a sunflower underneath the table and he needed no further explanation. He reached for the flower as Hiashi concentrated on his tea and hid it behind his back.

"Excuse me, Hiashi-sama," he said as he clumsily got up in a hurry. "I... Need to go to the toilet."

Surprised, Hiashi could not help but nod. Neji looked agitated. He bowed quickly before he rushed out of the room.

He knew he would not be finishing his tea.

He also knew where she would be waiting for him and she enough, she was there in their room, having lit incense around them for fertility and blessing, she let him think. The reality was that she found it very intimate and easier to accept him as sometimes the darkness of the room allowed her to imagine someone else. She lit candles around them and the shadows played across his face so that she did not have to always look at him. Sunflower petals were almost always strewn around. It helped them get in the mood and each had their needs. Neji dropped the flower he was holding to reach for her.

He clutched her face as he grabbed her lips in a forceful kiss as he pressed her against the wall. He lifted her leg up and wrapped it around him. They were still clothed, yet he humped her against the wall like a man possessed.

"You... Want me?" he murmured against her lips between each heavy breath he made.

She felt like she was on fire down there and wanted him to continue his onslaught.

"Yes," she said, and it was an understatement.

It had started as an innocent signal when she started to leave sunflowers as a sign that she was ovulating. They had decided that wherever he may be, he will come for her so that their chances of conception could be raised. But it had soon gone wrong. She started to leave sunflowers when she absolutely felt like having him and she went so far as to intrude his meetings, and he appeared to show no objections.

They did not talk much during the act as they preferred to communicate in silence. Because of this, she did not know how he was taking the sudden turn in their relationship. The times he did, she could never tell if he was being ironic, sarcastic, or sexy and she found the mystery surrounding it amusing.

As he finally unclothed them, he made her impatience flutter as he took his time surveying her body with his tongue. Not wanting to wait further still, she pushed him back as she prepared to mount him, grabbing both his wrists with one hand above his head while her other hand clutched his shoulder. She met his gaze as he lay below her in a vulnerable position and his expression once more did not change.

"Rise," she said as she rubbed herself against him. He audibly gasped as he felt her warmth, biting his lip. Droplets of sweat erupted from his forehead. His hair lay spread below them and his forehead was also bare; the forehead which contained the mark tattooed on his skin binding him to her for eternity. It was not just their marriage vows which sealed their fates together in a contract eligible till their last breath.

"Do you... Command me?" he rasped, his eyes half-closed as his body betrayed his seemingly careful control and he found himself expressively obeying her.

"I don't need to," she said in satisfaction and then blushed at her boldness. She did not need to say that he did more than half the work himself without being told to do so. Neither did she admit that Neji was the only person she had been brave enough to control, a person others feared.

She had never been able to wrestle control, not with Kiba, and not with Naruto. Men took her to be as shy as her personality in bed, ignoring her needs. Hyūga Neji, however, knew her secret and he kept many. It was Neji she loved to play with in bed as she explored the man people believed to be emotionless.

She took him in suddenly and he squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his head back, his legs twitching as he received her. As she straddled him, she rocked him back and forth as she rode him like the brave kunoichi she actually wasn't.

She easily tamed the beast, and he didn't mind nor did he always put up a great fight. And as their breathing quickened, he inhaled all the sunflowers around them and understood why they had always been his favourite flowers.

They smelled of home. Of her.