Snow flakes stuck in her hair and eyelashes as she walked toward the cozy looking house. Fingers cold and numb and the snow falling over the landscape in a white blanket, it was defiantly winter. The door was cold to knock on, but after a few seconds she could hear heavy foot steps and the door was being opened. Hinata was greeted by a rush of warm air and the beautiful face of her boyfriend. He stepped aside with a small smile and she walked into the warm atmosphere of good smells and the sounds of friends talking. When was the last time his house had been this warm and loving or full of this many people? She did not know. She could hear the excited talk of her close friends, but turned back to her boyfriend to give him as soft smile and shared a kiss. He lifted her coat off of her shoulders and hung it in the closet, which for the first time she had ever seen it, was full of coats.
"Hi!" came the excited response as the two walked into the room. She felt warm rush over her as almost everyone came to hug her. All except a gloomy girl in the corner who was staring at everyone hugging Hinata with great distaste. Hinata turned back to look at Sasuke who was talking with Naruto, a small smile crossing his face occasionally.
"When will they break up." Sakura muttered to herself as she walked over to Naruto and Sasuke to begin openly flirting with the two of them. After about a minute later she and Naruto were making out and Sasuke was sneaking away hoping not to get caught up in the two's whirlwind of emotions.
"Food is done!" came Ino's loud voice as she practically jumped on her boyfriend Shikamaru. He sighed and began to drag her toward the food so he could finally get something to eat.
"Looks like we are in the corner again." came Sasuke's smooth voice next to Hinata's ear. The warm breath tickeled and sent a shiver down her spine.
"Looks like it," she replied in a soft whisper, "but there are people around this time."
"Yeah, but it is just so much fun."
He leaned down a place a soft chaste kiss on her lips, "lets get married" he whispered as he pulled away from her mouth. He reached down and gently lifted her hand, looking at the fingers intertwined there and the small diamond band around her finger. He smiled as he imagined marrying her, being with her every night and day. He imagined waking up next to her and her making him breakfast and lunch.
"What are you thinking about?" she whispered, his face fading from a dreamy look to one of thoughtfulness as he tried to correctly word his answer.
"You." he finally replied.