Chastity

"Come with me." Her hand extended forward.

"To where?" my fingers reach out and traced her palm. Her eye glistened at some unknown thought.

"Let's go home," she paused grasping my hand in hers before turning and muttering, "I need to get cleaned up anyway."

We left the training ground slowly. Each step taking its time, each breath savoring the morning air. She trailed ahead, midnight hair floating at the small of her back as the wind stroked it.

She has grown, I thought. A smirk tugged at my mouth as pride rushed in my chest.By the time we made it back to the compound the sky had an iridescent glow, lighting the corridors to her wing of the main house. Dropping my hand as she opened the sliding door, she hesitated briefly. A small nibble to her lip, her eyes landed downcast.

"Hinata?" I grumbled, my voice low. Her eyes snapped into focus, and she nodded in my direction before stepping in. I paused, unsure if to follow her.

"Neji? Come with me," she gestured her hand.

I shook my head, "Your father wouldn't approve."

"My father," her words stern, "Is not even up yet. Besides, you are my fiancé."

That just makes it more inappropriate, I thought.But she pleaded and I sighed, stepping through that door. All the while wondering if it would conceal concerning eyes.

As I stepped in she walked to the bathroom, passing behind the opaque walls of the open shower. The sound of water rushed in my ears, and the steam rose above, confined to the small area. She stepped back around the wall and stood before me, eyes eagerly searching mine. As they met so did our souls. Unanswered questions drifted between our gaze and a soft plea was singing in the down cast.

She reached up, my eyes trailing her hand, as she grasped the zipper of her large jacket. The echo of the zipper bounced around the tiled room, making my shoulders stiffen. I was transfixed as I watched it drop to the floor with a thud. My eyes to eager, my mind to hesitant.

She turned towards the shower once more, her step halting at the lip of the opaque wall. "Come with me," she whispered.

"Hinata…" I wavered, "We can't, we swore we would wait. There's only two weeks left before the wedding. "

"Nothing will happen, Neji. Trust me, please. I just want you to come."

My jaw tightened, "How will something not happen if you keep losing clothes?"

She smiled, "Because I trust you."

"Baka. You're too trusting."

"I know. That's exactly why you won't take advantage of the situation."

Glancing at me one last time, and disappearing behind the translucent wall, I watched her shadow strip.

Bindings unraveled, pants tossed to the side until she stood naked underneath the water, her body still hidden. The outline of her body paused and she gestured once more for me to come. I paused. Willing, yet so unsure. Unsure of my control, what she was planning, and what she wanted.

But my mind decided for me, already placing one foot in front of the other. Stepping forward cautiously, my mind roamed a thousand different places, some I admit it shouldn't be. As I reached the lip of the opening the heat of the water pressed my skin, and the moisture dampened clothes. I paused once more unsure, knowing that one more step would bring her into view.

"Close your eyes," she called over the pouring water. Her voice was soft, but determined, cutting through the sound of the rushing water.

My lids closed shut, and a shaky wet hand reached out, grasping my shirt. Cautiously the hand opened my gi (training robe), and cool flesh met my own. A low hiss escaped my clenched jaw, as the hand continued to remove the garment from my chest.

I could feel her eyes on my flesh a burning, searing gaze. As the gi fell to the floor so did my uneasiness, and my fears. A trembling hand reached for more clothing to expel, but I caught the hand, and stripped myself. And for a second, nothing could be heard, just he feeling of her stares. Somehow, I stood strong with pride even when she gasped at the sight of me.

After a pregnant pause, she reached out to me. Lightly grasping my arm, she drew me into the water, the feeling of it running over my skin. Feather light touches began to find my skin. Fleeting hands scrubbed my scalp, as other touches rinsed my skin. She never kept contact to long, but the sensitivity of the touches intensified by my lack of sight.

And as I stood there, I failed to grasp her purpose. I knew something was happening. Maybe that something was sexual, but not erotic, a connection of the sorts, based on physical attraction but not controlled by it.

A connection of trust.

And a connection of acceptance and offering.

"Open your eyes," her voice rang out in a whisper, taking me from my thoughts. Slowly light flooded my vision, along with the water running over my eyes and through my hair.

And I saw her.

Everything she ever was. Is. And will be.

Lashes kissed her cheek as her eyes sealed shut. A rosy blush crept from her neck to her cheeks, as midnight blue hair faded into black at her waist as water streamed through. Pale skin shone underneath the prisms of the water, muscles flexing as she stood unsure.

Her body had weight to it, something that pleased me to see. And beneath the weight were curves carved deliciously around the dips of her body. I didn't focus on things most guys would, instead trying to memorize the rest. A mole resting on her upper thigh, the sculpture of her calves, the curve of her spine sliding to a crescent at the base of her back.

She was beautiful.

And there was no other way to describe her.

We were basking in the glories of the human body, and the pure magnificence of the built. Not the sexual attractiveness of the body, but instead the natural chasteness.

The feeling was refreshing and pure. I had no guilt, nor need to reach out to her. Instead I was content just watching, knowing my gaze was soft and loving.

Her hand reached out in uneasiness into the empty air. I watched the water run down her wrist, while staring at her unspoken question.

She was asking if I still accepted her. Because it was imperfect. Because it will never be tin enough, or shapely enough.

Because she saw her body as a fault.

But I saw it as a perfection.

I took her hand in mine, accepting all that she has to offer with the greatest love.

And I stood there, wondering if this is how Adam felt when he first saw Eve, knowing God could not have created a person any more perfect to be with him.