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As Hinata questioned her feelings toward Gaara, she remembered something she had overheard Sakura saying to Ino about Sai—" just because he has a hot bod and looks like Sasuke doesn't mean he's nice or TRUSTWORTHY! AND----" The words echoed around in her head before her thoughts returned to Gaaras' hips. Almost immediatly she reached over and turned the water to liquid ice.
As Gaaras attention on the scrolls wavered, and he returned his attention to the water running more heavily down the window, he thought back on how Hinata had bowed for him retrieving /towels/ and wondered if he had seemed threatening...' maybe it's because I didn't let her finish saying sorry? Maybe its because I'm too...want did Temari call me?...antisocial? Is that particularly threatening? Or...' His thoughts continued along that path until a sharp popping sound could be heard, as though... he looked out the window to see sleet collecting on the window, and further away flashes of lightning could be seen. Fo a brief moment he dimissed it, then, as if demanding his undovoted attention, the lights flickered, then went out, along with the water. Then, after a few seconds the lights flickered back on and the water resumed running, but was quickly shut off.
Hinata was startled when the lights went out. But after a minute or two, the light came back on, but unfortunatly so did the water, stinging her body with icy blasts off water. She quickly turned it off, her thoughts of Gaara vanishing. Stepping out, she dried her hair alittle, just until it was damp, then tied it up in a tail.After drying off, and hanging the towel on a rack. She resumed putting on the clothes... as she slipped into the pants, she found her slender frame held up the loose pants well enough- but when she slipped on the shirt, all her senses but her sense of smell dulled in comparison to the sharp fragrance coming from the shirt. It smelled... almost...warm. Like blankets fresh from the drying in the sun and still warm from the suns heat. But it was combined with the slight smell of dust, maybe sand... perhaps a smell from the desert?
This confused her...how can you smell warmth? Maybe the smell of the desert, maybe mixed with-not-completely-washed-out-sweat reminded her of feeling warm and content? Dismissing it with her physical attraction to him, she collected her dirty clothes and checked if she looked decent in the mirror before unlocking the door and stepping into the hall. As she started to walk down the hall, she heared the rumble of thunder, nd with some warning, the light went out abruptly all through the apartment. She stopped walking and waited in the pitch black for maybe 5 inutes until a hand brushed hers. Startled she jerked her hand away "I apologize if I startled you... " a voice said. "O-oh! U-Uummm, u-uh... y-you just scared me..." she broke off her sentence, not knowing what to say, and feeling foolish for being frightened.over nothing. Then, startled for the same reason, she felt his dry rough hand gently grasp hers, and pull, leading her through the dark. She felt him turn once, left, she thought when her knees abruptly came ino contact with the edge of... a bed?
Relinquishing her hand, she felt him move away. Feeling blindly infront of her, she felt the bed, turned and sat down. After hearing Gaara rumage through a cabanet, close, open another, rumage, rumage, close it again, she thought if he would feel threatened if she used a little of her chakra to activate her Byakugan. Growing steadily more and more uncomfortable with the darkness, and sudden chances at sight via lightning flashes, she quickly made the hand seals to activate her byakugan, to see Gaara Dig a candle out of a drawer and strike a match. He lit the candle, then proceded to light the other, unmatching new and alomost burned out candles he had managed to collect. After watching him light 4 of his 7, she deactivated her bloodline limit. Watching him light the others, she wondered why she hadn't realized how handsome he was...
Mentaly slapping herself, she continued to watch in fascination as he placed a candle in the kitchen, then one on a small flower stand in the hall, and listened as he placed one in the bathroom. Using a 4th candle for guidance, he retrieved three more and placed one in each of his siblings rooms.
Finally, as he approached the door to his room, he noticed Hinata looked away. It was making him irratable. No matter how fucking hard he tried, people still couldnt look him in the eye. No matter how many fucking times he saved their lives, or even had a simple conversation with them, they never looked him in the eye. He walked by her, and set the candle down on the night stand with a quiet thunk that sounded more like a bomb going off to Hinata. Was he angry with her? Was his patience running thin? It happened with her father like this. First awkward moments of silence, and her not looking him in the eye — was that it? Was it because she wouldn't - couldn't look him in the eye? Without a thought she looked up into Gaaras' eyes. Gaaras anger vanished with the upturning of her head. Her pearlescent eyes reflected his own first suprised, then ashamed, then expresionlessness emotions as they flashed over and through his face. For the first time, Gaara was the one to turn away.
Suprising herself, Hinata reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him around and forcing him to look at her, as if she were channeling long suppressed urges from her counterpart. Gaara might have admitted he suprised himself if he had experienced it more in his life. Purposefully ringing his arms around her neck, he brought their lips together, kissing her urgently. With just as much urgency, she returned his kiss running her fingers through his disheveled red hair. In return, he ran his hand up the back of her neck into her hair, pulling their lips apart and her head to the side, to leave butterfly kisses down her jaw to her neck leaving her breathless. Using her free hand, Hinata made her needs clear by tugging on the edge of his shirt. With some trouble, he separated himself from the crook of her neck to pick her up from the edge of the bed and flop them both in the center, kicking and tossing the dirty blankets to the floor in their frenzy. As he leaned back to remove his shirt she reached toward the night stand and grabbed the card from the dresser, reaching inside and pulling out the condoms, tossing the card to the side someplace. Maybe around where his shirt was. "You read that?" "...I got curious..."