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A/N: I originally wrote this to go with Heritage of Sight, but it didn't fit with what I was going for. So, instead, I kept it as a stand alone drabble to post here.
Ichi-go Ichi-e
(One time, One meeting)
Twice
Twice.
Twice he's crossed paths with the Hyuuga Heiress. Twice he's woken up with her breath fanning across his chest, her legs tangled with his and equally entangled within the sheets barely covering their nude bodies. He shook his head recalling the details from earlier that morning.
Her soft, pliant body had molded with his sometime during the night. Her hand rested on the concave of his stomach, her fingers brushed against his skin as they twitched in her sleep. She wasn't the first of his companions to do this. Many times he'd woken and found himself in another's restrictive embrace. Their arms wrapped tightly around his waist, their fingers digging into his skin as if to prevent his escape. Usually he couldn't get himself out of there fast enough.
She was different. She hadn't wrapped herself around him, clinging to his body in her sleep. Instead, it was almost as if she'd mistaken him for a very warm pillow. The way she snuggled into him, sighing in a whispered release of self satisfaction. Contentment had settled in his chest in that one moment. He wondered how amusing it would be when she woke up to find him still in her bed. Last time, she'd fled the scene, leaving him to wonder if he'd actually managed to bed the Hyuuga Heiress.
He smirked, watching her from across the room. Through the crowd of Shinobi in the Hokage's office he caught her sneaking glances at him. Her face reddening when she caught his gaze. Memories of her moaning beneath him, assaulted him, peaking his awareness of her person. Her scent, though subtle, clung to his skin. The taste of her lingered on his tongue. To be so aware of one person disturbed him greatly, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking of her.
Now, she had no where to run and he had no reason to want to.