Sasuke doing Hinata's makeup
(requested by anonymous)
Sasuke entered the small apartment from the pouring rain outside it. It was early morning, and he was carrying a soaking-wet dark-haired girl in his arms. After he set her on the bed, she dropped to her side, but he pulled her up, leaning down and holding either side of her face. "You can't go to sleep right now. Do you understand, Hyuuga?"
She peered up at him, her eyes narrowed in pain. He could see the bruise forming under her right eye. The two were undercover in Amegakure together. Their efforts to steal a scroll the night before had led to a confrontation with some high-ranking ANBU operatives. Hinata had held them off as he completed the mission, though she might have gotten herself concussed.
Pulling away and releasing her face, Sasuke grabbed a towel and tried to dry her as she resisted in that feeble way of hers. After her face, neck, and arms were dry, he let go of the towel, and she clutched it in her lap. She was breathing heavily, as though the process had been an ordeal. Her hair was sleeked back with moisture while his hung in his eyes.
"Lift your arms up," he said.
Hinata hesitated, and obeyed. He peeled off her wet shirt, revealing her bare torso. It was not anything he hadn't seen in the weeks before. Their studio apartment did not lend itself to much privacy. With her bra left on, he supposed she was only as exposed as Ino was in her skimpy outfits. Though, admittedly, Hinata's body was different from Ino's. It was more curvaceous, and somehow less modest.
Sasuke turned away to find something dry for her to wear, and just as he did, he heard her drop again. He breathed deeply, in then out, gathering a lot of the patience the mission had necessitated thus far. "Fine. Take a break."
Sasuke proceeded to change his own clothes. Getting along with his fake wife over the past two months had been easy enough. She wasn't loud, or talky, and she was compliant – for the most part. Her behavior that morning was an exception, but he would let her off, that once.
He pulled on a long-sleeved shirt and slacks, his forehead left bare because he was supposedly a civilian. It would have been dangerous to carry weapons and other ninja tools as well. He and Hinata had specifically been chosen because of their lack of reliance on external devices.
Sasuke rummaged in the bureau until he found the make-up Hinata used to conceal their injuries. He returned to the bed, and with no elegance or tact, pulled her up and propped her up against the headboard so she wouldn't flop down again. He then sat opposite her, straddling her waist, and causing her to grimace.
"Am I heavy?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Hn."
With the long make-up brush, Sasuke carefully painted foundation over the bruise under her eye. Hinata mostly relaxed, eyes remaining closed, and face becoming blank again. In fact, she might have been falling back asleep. His ministrations did not seem to hurt her, so he did not bother to ask.
When Sasuke finished, he pulled back somewhat to survey his handiwork. He climbed off the bed, and grabbed her shoulder, lightly shaking it. "Hyuuga." He sighed. "Hinata. You have to stay awake."
"I am," she said faintly.
"You're not," he countered, glaring at her.
She lifted her big, sad eyes. "Okay," she mumbled. "Fine." She forced herself to sit upright on the edge of the bed, planting her feet on the floor, because she knew they had things to do if they were to maintain their cover. "How do I look?" Hinata asked him, meeting his eyes, and tilting her head to one side.
Sasuke observed her in a few moments of thought. "Pretty," he said objectively. He neither understood the blush that colored her features, nor did he particularly care about it. "Get dressed. We have to go."
