It had been two weeks since Hinata had moved out, and there was only one word that even came close to describing how Sasuke felt.
Miserable.
The worst part was that he couldn't even justify it. Her leaving had meant he could get back to his normal life, how it was before he met her. He had no reason to feel like this and yet somehow her departure from his life had...affected him. The fact that he couldn't even figure out why tormented him almost constantly. It wasn't just the physical side of things, it was something more...he...missed her. And he hated it. He missed her cooking, the way she hummed sometimes, her blush, how she would ask him if he needed anything if she was going out, the way she used to smile at him... Hell, he even missed wanting her so badly it hurt.
His only escape was when he was beating someone to a bloody pulp at the club. But even then, when the fight was over he just wanted to punch something else. He had tried everything to try to get rid of the feeling. One night he had even got drunk and brought three girls back to his apartment but afterwards he had felt even worse than before. He hadn't even looked at another woman since then. On more than one occasion his moodiness had got him into trouble at the host club, his rude remarks to customers earning him a cut in pay. Not that it made any difference to him.
The fact that the feeling wasn't going away only made it worse. He didn't want to feel like this. Emotions made everything so much more complicated.
Currently he sat in the host club, brooding over his drink. Two extremely beautiful women were chatting to the host, Kenji, next to him but somehow he didn't even notice their looks. He tried to at least listen to the conversation, after all he was being paid for this, but after a few seconds he always returned to scowling at whatever was in front of him. Suddenly someone said his name and he was jolted back into the real world.
"What?" he asked quickly.
"I said the girls are leaving now," Kenji laughed. "What's wrong with you lately, Sasuke, it's like you're on another planet!" He straightened his slumped shoulders and stood with the others, putting his drink down on the table.
"Sorry," he muttered, glancing at the two women. The smaller, brown haired one looked up at him with large, hopeful eyes while her black haired friend seemed rather taken with Kenji. "I just have a lot of things on my mind," he tried to reason, even though it was a lie. There was only one thing on his mind.
"Maybe we'll see you soon?" she asked him, smiling.
"Yeah," he replied, not really caring if he never saw her again. She smiled and nodded, clearly waiting for him to say something else. He didn't, and her friend started to pull on her arm, beckoning her to leave. They turned and walked out of the club, waving to himself and Kenji at the door.
"Geez, Sasuke, I thought for sure you would have at least got that brunette's number," Kenji joked.
"Didn't feel like it," he replied, finishing his drink.
"You know, you don't seem to be yourself lately," Kenji commented. Sasuke glared at him out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm fine," he said stoically.
"Well, I'm just saying, even I've noticed you're hardly picking anyone up lately."
"I said I'm fine," he snapped, striding to the bar and slamming his glass down on the counter. He ordered a few shots and downed two of them one after the other. What the hell did Kenji know anyway? Why could people just mind their own fucking business? He needed a cigarette. He usually only smoked when he was stressed but somehow over the past couple of weeks he had found himself going through two packets a day. He turned as he felt a slight tug on the sleeve of his jacket and cursed mentally as he saw who it was.
"Hi, Sasuke," Kazumi said, leaning closer to him and kissing him on the cheek. "It feels like forever since I've seen you!" Great. He didn't need this right now. He moved her hand from his arm and stood up from his bar stool to leave.
"Don't do that in here, Kazumi, we're not at my place," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. He hadn't seen her in weeks, and honestly, he couldn't care less.
"Well, that's what I was thinking..." she said, looking up at him seductively while she drew circles on the bar with her index finger. "I haven't seen you in so long...maybe we could go back to yours when you finish work?" How come he had never noticed how irritating her voice was before?
"Not tonight," he replied.
"What do you mean 'not tonight'?" she asked, sounding slightly shocked.
"I'm not in the mood," his voice cold and detached.
"Since when are you 'not in the mood'? You're always in the mood!" she screeched, sounding offended. He snapped. Why couldn't she get the fucking message?
"I said no!" he shouted, slamming his fist onto the bar. The bar fell silent as everyone turned to look at them. Kazumi stared up at him, her eyes wide in shock. It took her a second to recover.
"O-okay," she stammered, her confidence seriously knocked. Her eyes flickered away from his and she shrugged her coat around her body in a way that reminded him if Hinata. "I'll see you around," she whispered, walking quickly past him to the door. He downed the last shot before realising the rest of the club were still looking at him.
"Have you got a fucking problem?" he snapped. One of the other hosts began speaking loudly and soon a couple of others joined in, trying to distract the customers from him. Soon enough everyone was having a good time again and Mari grabbed his arm and dragged him into her small office.
"What the fuck was that about, Sasuke?"
He didn't respond, refusing to be stared down by a woman over a foot shorter than him. Her features softened. "Look, I know you're not yourself lately."
He started to object but she made a high-pitched noise that made him stop. "Let me finish, Sasuke. Over the last couple of weeks you've been rude to customers, not showing up on time and now this...so far I think I've been pretty damn lenient with you, don't you agree?" He looked away from her. Yeah, he was acting like an asshole lately...well, more than usual anyway.
"Now do you want to tell me what's happened to make you like this?" His chest felt tight as he tried to think of a way to explain it.
"No," he stated. What was there to tell? He felt empty and violent and there wasn't a single thing Mari could do about it. It wasn't like she could bring Hinata back. Mari sighed and held her hands up.
"Well, good, because it's not my problem." She put a hand on his arm. "Look, why don't you go home? Take the next few days off and try and sort yourself out, okay? Then you can come back better than ever."
He nodded and turned to leave, but she caught his arm again.
"I hope you sort everything out, Sasuke. I'm your boss but that doesn't mean I like to see my boys get themselves in a mess."
He nodded again and left the club for his apartment.
Maybe some time to sort his head out without the distraction of the host club would do him some good.
Sasuke sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the photo in his wallet. Honestly, he didn't know why he had kept it. He should have just given it to her with the others, but for some reason hadn't. It was the photograph of Hinata at New Year's, the one she didn't know had been taken. It was folded to fit in the pocket, so that only she was showing through the plastic window. He found himself wondering how many times he had already looked at it today, only to realise he'd lost count.
He yawned as his eyes slid over to the clock and saw the time. Sighing, he stood up and started towards his room, but paused as he put his hand on the door knob. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced as what had been Hinata's room. At first, when she had left, he had ignored the strange feeling of loneliness that gnawed at him. He hadn't tried to even talk to her because her absence shouldn't have affected him. But now...he missed her so much he could barely stand it. He shouldn't...but today he was feeling particularly shit, and that ache in his chest was only getting worse with each day.
Opening the door, he froze as her scent hit him, making him hard with need. He hadn't been in here since she had left, but then he never really went in before she had lived here anyway. He froze as he saw the wardrobe door hanging open, that red sweater of hers in a corner at the bottom of it. Brilliant. She must have left it behind and hadn't realised yet.
His heart skipped a beat as he realised this could mean he could see her. Who cared if his stupid pride had stopped him from contacting her? He had to see her. Taking his phone from his pocket, he found the number he needed.
Hinata walked from the train station to the bar for work. She checked the time to make sure she wouldn't be late. She nodded to herself as she saw her shift didn't start for half an hour and she was only ten minutes away from the club.
A laughing couple passed her, holding hands as the man turned the woman around to kiss her. She averted her eyes, her heart clenching at the sight. What did it feel like to be like that with someone? Recently she had been noticing all he couples around her a lot more than usual. Noticed the way they held hands, the way the laughed and joked, the way even a word from their partner could bring joy and happiness. It had never bothered her before, but now, when she saw them, it made her ache. It even made her a little bit jealous. She wondered what it would be like. Found herself imagining herself and a man whose face she couldn't see together, walking down the street without a care in the world. But she knew she wasn't going to find anyone to find out what it was like. She knew if she looked up at the imaginary man's face she knew exactly whose face it would be. There was only one person she wanted and she was trying to forget him.
Not that it was going well. Everything she did reminded her of him, from the meals she made to closing her eyes to sleep at night and thinking he was on the other side of the wall. She had been staying with Naruto and Sakura, as she didn't have enough money to get her own apartment straight away and in the hope that they would distract her from how she was feeling. It wasn't working. She felt as though she was merely...existing...since she had left. She didn't seem to enjoy anything she did, she just did it, because it was normal, a routine she had developed. She couldn't remember the last time she had even laughed. Well, she did, it had been with Sasuke in the hot springs.
She arrived at the club and went to the locker room to put her bag away. Opening the locker, she took off her coat and shoved it in the locker. She sighed and rummaged in her bag for the photo of them at New Year's. Her heart clenched as it always did when she saw him. She missed him so much. More than she should, but this was for the best. For both of them. She nodded to herself, putting the photo away and closing the locker. She just hoped the more she told herself that, the more she would start to believe it. Start to believe that she didn't love him. Because it wasn't healthy to love an emotionless, womanizing god of a man when she would just get hurt. But was there really supposed to be this much pain when you left someone you had never even been in a relationship with?
Suddenly she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. Fishing it out, she froze as she saw who was calling. For some reason she had left his phone number in her address book. Her hand shaking, she answered it.
"Hello?" she said, her voice trembling. Why on earth was he calling her?
"Hinata, it's Sasuke." God, she had forgotten how irresistible his voice was. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Why was he calling her?
"Did you need something?"
"You left something at the apartment, so I thought I should let you know." Her heart fell. Of course, it wasn't like he missed her. Fighting back the tears that had suddenly welled in her eyes, she nodded before realising he couldn't see her.
"I can come by after work to pick it up if that's okay?" she said, hoping he wouldn't notice the disappointment in her voice.
"Okay. I'll see you later," he said stoically.
"Goodb-" Her heart fell even more as he hung up before she had even said goodbye.
Sasuke hung up the phone before he had chance to blurt out something stupid. Just hearing her voice for even a second had made his chest swell and sent a strange sensation to his stomach. He released the breath he suddenly realised he had been holding. No going back now. She was coming here. Was that the right thing to do? He wasn't sure, but how else was he meant to give her that jumper back? Yeah, the jumper. He would give her the jumper and she would leave. End of story. He needed a shower.
Hinata bit her lip. She really shouldn't be doing this and yet her feet seemed to have taken her here of their own accord. As soon as she had hung up the phone, she knew she shouldn't see him. It would just undo everything she had been trying to make herself believe for the past two weeks. Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched the numbers on the elevator rise. She should just go home. He could leave whatever she had forgotten at the apartment at work for her to collect and that way they wouldn't even have to see each other. She unzipped her coat, suddenly quite warm in the small space. The elevator seemed to take an eternity, and she started to fiddle with her sleeves in apprehension. So why ask her to come to the apartment? There had to be a reason, right? Did he actually want her see her as much as she wanted to see him? No. It wasn't like he actually missed her. He just wanted her possessions out of his apartment. It made perfect sense. She was just reading too much into this. Before she could consider it further, the elevator doors opened, revealing the apartment.
Every time she saw him it was like the first time. It didn't matter how long it had been since she had seen him, whether it was hours, now weeks, he always had the same effect, but this time it felt like it had increased tenfold. He looked up and moved toward her slightly as she stepped out of the elevator. Her throat felt dry, and she couldn't think of anything to say. The look in his dark eyes made her feel useless and important all the same time and even though she tried to ignore it, her heart ached at how much she had missed him. How could she have fooled herself into thinking she had begun to forget what he made her feel? How could she have forgotten the emotions bubbling inside her, threatening to spill over? No, she told herself firmly. She had learned to control her over –active emotions long ago.
"Hinata."
Sasuke paused at the sight of her. She was as beautiful as ever, her cheeks pink from the cold outside. Her wide eyes regarded him with curiosity, a hand at her chest. Just the sight of her made him feel like smiling. His heart beat faster and he struggled to think of something to say. He just wanted to touch her, feel her skin, her lips...
Hinata watched as he made a frustrated sound and rubbed his eyes, his brow furrowed. He seemed very...distracted for some reason. He picked up the jumper from the coffee table and handed it to her. She smiled widely as she remembered trying to find the jumper the other day, but had ended up thinking she had lost it. The small sense of happiness passed far too quickly though, as she looked back up at him. She was supposed to leave now, right? Just the thought of it brought tears to her eyes. Silence passed between them as he looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his neck and she tried to think of a logical reason to stay.
"Did you need something else?" Hinata asked, breaking the silence. You. He didn't dare say it. He tried to clear his head of his desire and concentrated on remembering what was supposed to happen next. She was supposed to leave. But what he wouldn't give for her to stay.
"No," he said shortly, looking away from her beautiful face to the floor.
The statement sent stabs of pain through Hinata's chest. How could he be so cold? So uncaring? But then even when she met him she was like that. And that's how she felt. Like they were two strangers. The thought was enough to push her over the edge. Before she could stop herself, there were tears spilling out and rolling down her face, a hand over her aching heart as she struggled to breathe.
"I missed you," she gasped, not caring that she was supposed to be leaving. She didn't care that she should leave again. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Maybe he didn't feel the same way, but she just wanted the pain to go away. She just wanted him.
Sasuke's breath caught in his throat as she whispered words he didn't even know he longed to hear. Words he had been forcing back down his throat, afraid of what she might say in return. He looked back up at her. God, he couldn't get over how beautiful she looked, even with tears cascading down her rosy cheeks. How had he managed to survive without her? Without thinking, he was by her side in two steps, where he put his hand behind her neck and pressed his lips to hers. He pulled away after a couple of seconds and her gaze met with his, setting his body on fire with need. Emotions flared within him, and he couldn't quite believe how such a simple action could heal away all the agony he had felt for the last two weeks. He couldn't resist her for another instant.
Hinata moaned at the feel of his lips, at the feel of his tongue sweeping passionately against hers. Her bag dropped to the floor with a thump as he gathered her into his arms. The scent of him made her dizzy and somehow it felt like the rest of the world didn't exist. The muscles in his arms bunched under her palms as his own hand settled on the small of her back, the other on her cheek, his kiss fierce and passionate. God, his lips...
Sasuke held her even tighter as he felt Hinata sag into his arms. Somehow he had forgotten how good it felt to kiss her. Even though her cheeks were wet with tears, the memory of her lips seemed nothing in comparison to the real thing. He sucked gently at her bottom lip, tasting and teasing as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She tasted of heaven and he craved more. Sasuke growled as she moaned into the kiss, pushing her coat off her shoulder and letting it fall to the floor in a heap before pulling her up and pinning her to the wall behind her, hitching up her thighs so she could wrap her legs around his hips.
Hinata's hands knotted in his hair as his tongue explored her mouth skilfully. She moaned again as his hands slid under her shirt, there was just something so…right about his hands on her skin. Sasuke broke away, leaving her gasping for air, only to move his lips to her neck, making her breath even more erratic. She struggled to form even one coherent thought as he quite literally kissed the sense out of her. He moved back to her lips, kissing her hungrily. She couldn't imagine anything in the world feeling better. She knew nothing could ever compete.
"Stay with me tonight," he growled huskily next to her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"Kiss me again," she whispered, an instant before he claimed her lips once more.
Her heart fluttered in her chest and she felt dizzy as he obliged her request. This kiss wasn't fierce like the others he had given her. This kiss was slow and gentle, tender and caring.
And it felt incredible, made her head spin.
Her body ached for his touch, longed to feel his skin against hers. As if reading her thoughts, he slipped a hand under her shirt again to caress her, the other squeezing her thigh. She moaned at the hard bulge in his pants pressed against her core, at his hot breath on her neck. She couldn't remember when she had stopped crying.
He pulled back and his dark gaze met hers. He didn't speak but the look in his eyes said it all.
I need you.
Sasuke's chest felt tight as he looked at her. He saw the innocence in those pale eyes, but he also saw the lust, the curiosity. His gaze flickered back to her lips before travelling down her body. God, he wanted her with a need so fierce it bordered on downright desperate. Aching to kiss her, he took possession of her mouth all over again.
Hinata tried to think as his lips found hers once more. Closing her eyes, she cupped his face with her hands as he showed her a pleasure she never thought possible from such simple contact. His hand inched up her thigh, the other squeezing the flesh of her hip. She knew where this was going to end up.
There was a small part of her that was begging her to make him stop, saying she would only get hurt if they carried on. This was Sasuke. He used women and tossed them aside when he was done. But the other part of her wanted this. She shivered as she remembered his words. "Stay with me tonight." She wondered how it would feel to be with someone like this, to give yourself to them completely. After being apart from him for so long, she just wanted to feel close to him. Feel like she mattered. This was everything she had been longing for, it just felt so right in his strong arms and for a moment she could pretend that he had missed her too…
"Hinata," he growled against her neck, his voice sending quivers through her body. That did it. The way her name sounded on his lips…his voice, so deep and smooth, so full of need and promises of passion and pleasure, like velvet across her skin.
"Make love to me, Sasuke," she breathed.
Sasuke pulled away from her neck to look at her, a slightly shocked, if not puzzled expression on his handsome features.
"You wouldn't mind?" Funny how when she said it, the concept didn't sound so ridiculous. She shook her head shyly, her gaze flickering away from his. He bit his lip and sucked in a breath sharply. The thought of what she was offering sent a jolt through his body, making him even harder, if that was possible.
Hinata moaned as Sasuke pulled her into a deep kiss, his arms possessive and strong. She gasped as he lifted her away from the wall and carried her towards his bedroom, supporting all of her weight with ease. He placed her skilfully onto the bed before pulling away and standing at the foot of it. Hinata bit her lip as he pulled the long sleeve black t-shirt he was wearing over his head and discarded it, leaving him in just those black jeans riding low on his hips. Her heart fluttered at the sight. Good grief, she had almost forgotten how good he looked without a shirt. He crawled up the bed to her, forcing her to lie back. Her heart beat faster as he looked down at her, his hands either side of her head. Was this the right choice? He lowered himself down to kiss her softly and she knew it was. No matter what happened afterwards, she knew she wouldn't regret this. She sighed at the weight of his hips resting between her legs as he moved to kiss her neck again, his chest smooth and warm under her fingertips.
Sasuke couldn't get enough of her, drinking in her scent, the taste of her body, its flawless curves and soft skin. Damn, he needed to get her out of those clothes. He rolled so that she was straddling his waist. He proceeded to unbutton the shirt she was wearing, before pushing it off her shoulders. She blushed and moved to cover herself up but he stopped her, taking her wrists in his hands.
"Don't," he breathed, taking in the perfection of her body. The pale pink bra she was wearing was fairly simple, with a trim of lace along the top of it and on the straps. It suited her. Pretty enough, but not too fussy. He released her wrists and moved to feel the silken skin of her body, transfixed.
Hinata sighed as he touched her. What was it about his slightest touch that left trails of fire dancing along her skin? His hands were so warm, caressing her every curve. He sat up so he could kiss her, his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her closer to him. She ran her hand up his arm and over his shoulder and back, delighting in the feel of his smooth skin and toned muscles. She didn't even notice when he reached for the clasp of her bra and unfastened it. Or when he pulled the straps off her shoulders and threw it to the floor.
Hinata gasped as he took one of her nipples into his mouth while he gently squeezed the other with the hand that wasn't pressed against her back. Sasuke growled at the taste and feel of her. She was perfect, just perfect. He moved his right hand to the zip on her skirt, easing it open. He rolled them back over so that she was on her back and he lay to the side of her, propped up on one elbow. He pulled the skirt down, and she kicked her shoes off and lifted her hips so that he could slide it down her legs. Throwing it to the floor with the rest of her clothes, he looked back up at her.
She was a vision of utter perfection, all milky pale skin and hourglass curves and ebony hair fanned out around her angelic features, the red sheets making her look like some kind of goddess. Sasuke released the breath he realised he had been holding. His eyes raked appreciatively over her as he ran a hand all the way up her body, caressing every curve as he found himself wishing his jeans were a couple of sizes bigger, the denim biting fiercely into his erection.
Hinata lay motionless as Sasuke looked at her, heart hammering in her chest. His eyes travelled along her body until they met with hers again. She held her breath, afraid he didn't like what he saw. Her doubts scattered as he pulled her lips towards his, and kissed her with such a passion she found herself gasping for breath when he broke away.
His hand travelled down her body as he kissed her neck and breasts, his touch setting her body on fire with need. She ached for his touch, for him to do whatever the hell he wanted with her.
Sasuke looked up at Hinata as he slipped a hand underneath the soft silk panties she was wearing to touch her. She gasped in pleasure as he gently stroked her most intimate place. It was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. He needed to hear more. Fighting back a groan, he took his hand away so he could slide the underwear down her smooth legs and discard them, leaving her fully bare before him. He shifted his weight and he suddenly remembered, to his frustration, he still had those jeans on.
Hinata bit her lips as she watched Sasuke stand and undo the button of his jeans. She blushed at the almost feral look in his eyes as he unzipped them and pushed them down. Her eyes widened as she saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear. And he was...well, big. How was he even going to fit inside her? Not wanting to think about it, she took the opportunity to pull the covers up over her, suddenly becoming aware she was naked. When had that happened? Really, Sasuke's ability to make her unaware of even the simplest thing scared her. She thought back to the night they had met. Even then it had happened, when she hadn't noticed he was carrying a coat.
She snapped back to reality from her thoughts as she felt Sasuke slide under the covers with her.
"You're really sure about this?" he asked, his expression serious. Hinata was honestly surprised he would even think to double-check when it was so obvious he wanted her. He pulled her closer. She couldn't stop now, right? Not when he looked at her with those dark eyes, when her skin tingled at his touch like this. How could she deny him when she loved him so? It didn't make any sense for her to love him, but when he held her like this...she just didn't care. She took a deep breath and nodded, to be rewarded with that dazzling smile she hadn't seen since their snowball fight in the hot springs. Her heart did flips as he pulled her closer and kissed her, the feel of his skin against hers sending her mind reeling.
"You won't regret this," Sasuke breathed against her neck. He would make sure of it. He had waited too long to feel her like this, and he fully intended to do everything he could to make sure she would never forget his touch. She wouldn't be able to say he was lacking in any way when tonight was over.
Hinata felt heat rising to her cheeks as Sasuke parted her legs and placed himself between them, slowly kissing his way down her body, sending shivers and chills all over her yet making her hot at the same time. She felt somewhat embarrassed...no, that wasn't the word she needed, but she couldn't conjure the right one while he was doing this. She wasn't embarrassed, rather it just felt incredibly strange to have someone touching her like this, to be this bare in front of someone, and not just in the physical sense.
Sasuke couldn't think straight as he tasted Hinata's skin. If this was anyone else he'd already be inside her but he hadn't waited so long for this to be over quickly. He still couldn't believe this was actually happening. After all this time, he finally had her. She was his. He reached the centre of her body and he took a moment to just look at her. He looked back up at her and their eyes met.
Hinata couldn't describe the look in Sasuke's eyes as he looked up at her. Hungry, and at the same time somewhat triumphant and tender. He looked back down at her body and she wondered briefly what he would do next. She gasped and arched her back as he gently licked and sucked at her entrance, the unexpected sensation foreign to her but definitely not unpleasant. Crying out as he sank one of those long fingers inside her, she gripped the sheets around her tightly.
Sasuke bit his lip at the feel of her. If she felt like this around just one finger what would it be like when he was fully inside her? She was so wet for him, so hot and tight. He moved back up her body so he could kiss her, the moans he was causing as he pleasured her driving him insane as her breathing quickened.
"Sasuke,I...I think I..." she gasped breathlessly, her breathing getting shorter and shorter as her body trembled.
"I know," he murmured against her neck, gently kissing it. He could feel she was close. God she was so wet. "Come for me, Hinata."
Sure enough, a few moments later, she cried out, her nails digging into his back. Sasuke shuddered as he felt her orgasm mount. Needing to be inside her, he drove himself deep inside her with one full, hard thrust.
Hinata hissed in pleasure as Sasuke filled her up. There was no pain like she expected, rather the hardness and thickness of him only increased her pleasure until she thought she would die from it. Or maybe there was pain, but at this point she didn't think she could tell the difference.
Waiting for her was the hardest thing Sasuke had ever had to do, but he didn't dare move yet. Her body was still stretching to accommodate him, and he needed time to adjust too. She was unlike anything he'd ever felt. He didn't know if it was because she was a virgin, if it was just because he wanted her so damn much or something else entirely, but he had to stop himself coming right there and then. But he'd rather die than finish before her.
Eventually the intense pleasure faded and Hinata could think again. Breathless, she looked up at Sasuke, who was leaning on his forearms which were either side of her head. His eyes roamed her face, one of his wrists bending slightly so he could brush some of her hair away. Their gazes meeting, he leaned down to kiss her. Hinata's heart didn't seem to be slowing down. Who knew that sex could feel this way? She should have given into him a long time ago. She gasped and her entire body shivered as he pulled his hips away before slowly pushing back inside her. As he repeated the action he moved his right hand to the side to lace his fingers with hers, still kissing her.
Sasuke couldn't breathe properly as he moved his hips against hers. Never in his wildest dreams, and he'd had a few, did he even dare to imagine she would feel this way. There was truly nothing better in this world than the sight of her like this, underneath him, the sound of her soft gasps and moans in his ear, the feel of her skin against his as he took her. He'd slept with women whose names he couldn't even remember, had sex more times than he could even begin to count, but there was something new about this. Something exhilarating and fresh. This wasn't just sex, there was something more to it, an ache in his chest, a desire to please her at any cost. He was making love to her, and for the first time he understood the difference. He didn't care about his own pleasure; he only wanted hers. Wanted to hear her scream his name as she came for him and let the world know that she was his.
Hinata couldn't believe how good he felt inside her. A connection, so much more than just the physical, seared her to her very soul. He moved to hold her against him, kissing her neck as he wrapped his arms around her. How she wished she could stay like this, in this moment, forever. She could feel herself slipping, his long, lush strokes sending her over the edge. Crying out, she held him even tighter against her as the most intense pleasure swept over her.
The sensation of Hinata's orgasm around him was almost too much to bear for Sasuke. Seeing her like this, it only made him want her more. He didn't want to finish yet, wanted to keep her up all night if he had to, but the feeling of her inner muscles squeezing around him gave him no choice as he released himself inside her. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt. How had he managed to survive without her he would never know. Trying to get his breath back, he rolled off her to lie on his back. He looked across at her, her cheeks and lips pink from their passion, her breaths short and sharp. He moved to his side and kissed her, needing to taste those lips before lying back down.
When he had caught his breath, he looked over at the clock. How had so much time passed when it barely felt like minutes since she had arrived? He looked down, only to find himself still hard and wanting more. Rolling over, his heart softened as he saw Hinata asleep on her side. God, she looked so perfect. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her softly. He felt elated, more satisfied than he had ever been, and yet somehow he felt his heart sinking at the same time.
What happened next?
Hinata woke the next morning feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks. Something heavy was draped over her, and she rolled onto her back to see what it was.
Sasuke.
Her chest tightened as she saw him, deep in slumber. He muttered something she couldn't make out as she moved his arm off her so she could sit up. She put a hand to her forehead.
God, what had they done?
Sliding out from the covers, she went to the bathroom and splashed some water onto her face to make sure this wasn't a dream. It was real. Her heart clenched.
Hinata looked up at herself in the mirror before looking back at Sasuke, who was now lying on his front, half his face buried in the pillow. Her heart clenched. She didn't regret sleeping with him, but what would happen now? She bit her lip as she realised she already knew but didn't want to admit it.
This was never going to work. Men like him just didn't exist in her world. She didn't think herself ugly or anything, she was fairly average, maybe even pretty in her eyes, but Sasuke was on a whole other level. And as far as she could tell he'd never had a relationship. Honestly, she didn't think she'd survive if he cheated on her. When he cheated on her. He didn't have the same rules as other people. Surely it would be better to save herself the pain? Better to suffer the ache of a love that could have been than to have a relationship that would destroy her. He didn't love her, and allowing herself to fall any deeper in love with him would be practically masochistic. But surely forcing herself to leave would be equally painful?
Her heart breaking, she went to the side of the bed and sat next to him. She brushed a piece of his hair had fallen over his face away, so she could see him properly. He looked so calm, such a contrast to when he was conscious, when he seemed to have a slight scowl etched onto his features at all times. But now there was no mask to hide behind. And he looked so perfect it was almost surreal.
This was never going to work.
Sasuke woke the next morning feeling slightly disorientated. He rubbed at his eyes. What had happened last night? That scent in his sheets…Hinata. His chest swelled at the memory. What he wouldn't give to just spend the day in bed with her. Reaching across the bed, he waited for his hand to come into contact with her skin. It didn't.
Frowning, his eyes snapped open and he propped himself up on his elbows. She wasn't there. He frowned even more. Maybe she was in the bathroom? He rolled over onto his back, propped up on his elbows again to look. Nobody in there. Kitchen? He rolled out of bed and wrapped a sheet around his waist to go and check, only to be greeted by an empty apartment. Now he was getting worried. Where the hell was she?
He went back to his bedroom. Her clothes weren't on the floor where they had ended up last night. Had he imagined the whole thing? It wouldn't be the first time…
But he didn't just imagine her scent on his sheets. His eyes quickly scanned the room again, this time picking up a small envelope on his bed side cabinet. He practically leapt across the bed to it, snatching it up and tearing it open, not even bothering to check if his name was on it. Really, who else would it be for?
He skimmed over it, his heart sinking more and more with each line, like the world was crumbling down around him. Shit. Fuck. He threw the letter down on the bed, darting across the room to his wardrobe to pull out his biking leathers.
She couldn't have left him.
Not when he had only just got her back.
He wouldn't let her.
He pulled on his leather pants and jacket, not bothering with anything else and practically ran to the elevator, her words playing over and over in his head. He stepped inside.
Dear Sasuke,
I don't regret last night but we both know this can never work.
The numbers on the elevator seemed to take and eternity. He glared at them impatiently. Every second was vital. He had to get to her. Finally, he reached the ground floor and he ran out, across the foyer to the car park stairs, taking them two at a time.
We are from different worlds.
He ran to his bike, taking his helmet out of the compartment under the seat and got on as he fastened it. Starting the engine, he flew out onto the street.
Maybe in the future, we can be friends again, but right now I can't see you.
Naruto and Sakura's place. She would be there, he was certain of it. That was where she had been staying when she had moved out. He sped through the streets, only vaguely aware of what was happening on the road, his thoughts elsewhere.
Please don't come after me. I'm sure you will be fine without me.
How could he not go after her? He was anything but fine. He cursed as he hit a changing set of traffic lights at a junction. He was so close. He could make it. Revving the engine, he sped up to get across the junction. He didn't see the woman crossing the road until it was almost too late. Swerving the bike out of the way, he barely missed her. Before he could recover, out of nowhere, a car sped towards him, breaks screeching.
I need some time to fall out of love with you.
Sasuke couldn't breathe as pain assailed him. He opened his eyes to find he had somehow come off his bike, which was a good twenty feet away. Clutching his chest, he staggered to his feet. His helmet stifling him, he threw it off. He took a couple of steps only to fall to his knees. Now he could take one hell of a beating, but this…it was on a whole new level.
Every part of his body hurt, but it didn't matter. He had to get to her. He fell forward from his knees to the ground and rolled onto his back, seeing the sky. He tasted blood.
"Hinata," he breathed, his voice cracked and barely audible.
He couldn't breathe. Everything sounded muffled and looked blurred but somehow he still managed to hear the screams, the panic. The pain wasn't easing, if anything it was getting worse. He faintly heard somebody asking for a mobile phone before the world went dark.
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