Sasuke is sick and moody and Hinata is taking care of him.
(requested by starrkdani)
"You and Hinata must have been getting pretty frisky for you to have broken your leg," said Naruto with a smirk.
Hinata blushed bright red as she walked behind the two. The Uchiha simply grit his teeth.
"We were training," he said, his arm wrapped around Naruto's shoulders as his teammate helped him to walk. "I was trying a new move. I must have anchored myself the wrong way."
Naruto continued to give him a sly grin, and Sasuke had no confidence that the blonde believed him. They reached his apartment, and Naruto handed him his crutches. "Feel better." He snickered.
Sasuke took the crutches and propped them under his arms. Suspecting he would lose his balance if he tried to shove the blonde, he simply hobbled into his apartment. He was beginning to get the hang of walking with one leg. Sasuke awkwardly swung himself inside, and just as he thought he had achieved success, one of the crutches snagged on the doormat, and he lost his balance. Flopping down on the floor, he lay prone there, twitching, and muttering the occasional obscenity under his breath.
Sakura and Ino were out of town on mission, and Tsunade apparently had more pressing issues than "broken legs," which left Sasuke stuck in a cast for several weeks, or until either of the medics came back; whichever came first.
"Sasuke, are you okay," said Hinata, hurrying in after him. She was carrying the piles of cards, flowers, and chocolates that had been sent to him anonymously at the hospital. She seemed oblivious of the sexual innuendo in all the notes: 'I wish I could rub your bone and make it feel better…'
Dumping the paraphernalia on a nearby table, she grabbed his arm and tried to help him up, but Sasuke pulled away.
"I'm fine," he said, fumbling with his crutches as Hinata stared in fascination. He finally managed to right himself after what seemed like an hour. Once he was upright (and rather tousled from his lengthy make-out session with the floor), Hinata remembered to close her mouth.
"D-do you want something to eat?" she said, glancing away in what he supposed was embarrassment.
"I'm fine," Sasuke repeated.
"Well do you want to play a board game? Or we can watch a movie. Or–" Hinata rambled on, though both of them knew his only hobby was training. He wished she would stop doting on him.
"I'm going to bed," said Sasuke, cutting Hinata off midway through suggesting they borrow Akamaru and potty train him as a surprise for Kiba. "Do what you want."
Hinata frowned as Sasuke hobbled off to his bedroom. Once inside, Sasuke sat on his bed and propped his crutches up against the wall beside it. He then leaned back against his pillows and breathed, trying to rein his frustration.
He glanced up at Hinata, who stepped into the doorframe. Nipping her lip, she hesitated, then walked inside. "Sorry I broke your leg." She pulled off her shirt as he absently watched. Her pants were next, which piled on the floor around her feet. In her bra and panties, she approached the bed.
"What are you doing?" said Sasuke warily.
"Cheering you up."
"But, I can't–" He paused. "My leg is broken."
Hinata straddled him and leaned down, planting a light kiss on his lips. Her long hair tickling his throat, Sasuke felt his eyelids begin to lower. Her victorious smile disappeared beneath his lashes.
Hinata leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear, and she softly assured him, "You don't need your legs for this."
