"Fuck off."
"Naruto-kun, language."
"No, cuz' that's fuckin' bullshit."
Hinata has the audacity to giggle and his scowl deepens. He doesn't let her sweet flowery scent deter him from making his anger known. He bares his teeth, glaring.
"Take. It. Back."
It doesn't have the desired effect.
Oh so giggly, drunk as a skunk Hinata raises her hands to physically turn his frown upside down.
"But it's the truuuuth!" She drawls, squeezing his cheeks together. "Konohamaru-kun reminds me of you!"
Hearing it for a second time is like a metaphoric gunshot to the stomach. Being compared to that little lunch-money stealing brat was like the third worst thing that could happen tonight. He's beyond hurt.
"Hinataaaa! You can't say that, I'm loads cooler than that guy!"
"But I just did!" She wiggles two fingers in his face, smiling all big and happy like she wasn't stomping on his pride. "Twice!"
Naruto shoots her another dirty look.
"I dunno why I'm even listening to a pervert like you." He says, tilting his chin away.
Hinata gasps, looking completely and utterly scandalised.
"I-I'm not a p-pervert!"
"I saw how you were looking at me before." He feigns indignation. "Practically undressing me with your eyes. I am a man, not an object, thank you very much."
"That's your fault…" She mumbles.
Her face kind of reminds him of a kitten. An adorably frustrated kitten. His eyes brim in determination, ready to make a kickass rebuttal to whatever excuse she makes.
"Because you're really fucking hot."
…huh?
Naruto blinks because there's no way he heard that right. "What?"
Hinata mirrors his dumbfounded expression. "What?"
They stare at each other in stunned silence.
A familiar beat booms over the loud speakers and like the flick of a switch, Hinata's eyes ignite with excitement.
It's their song. The song that would earn collective groans from their friends and some side-eyeing from whatever poor strangers were in their vicinity.
Without missing another beat, Hinata's yanking him by the arm towards the dance floor. "Naruto-kun, come on!"
Now that they're moving and not just standing by the bar, he's reminded of how much tequila he had consumed.
The mass of bodies surrounding him are nothing but a haze. But even in all the chaos - the loud, mind numbing music, the flashing lights and the nauseating mix of clashing perfumes and colognes…
The only thing he can see clearly is her.
Hinata moves fluidly to the fast-paced music. She only ever dances this way when she's drunk. And judging by her foul-mouthed confession earlier, she was really fucking drunk.
So inevitably when she stumbles, Naruto's there to catch her. It's second nature that he pulls her closer and that his hands take liberty in resting a smidge lower than where her waist is.
In another time, it would be the perfect opportunity to mare her porcelain nape with sloppy wet kisses.
For now, Naruto leans close to her ear, singing horribly off-tune. He's sure that he's getting all the words wrong. Not that she cares.
Hinata laughs, cheeks flushed and enjoying every moment. She presses herself more into his front as they move as one to the music. They're so close, he can feel her every curve. It's muscle memory, the way his hands glide over her body in places he knew would earn him one of those satisfied hums.
It's almost like she's purposely grinding her ass against his crotch. Or maybe that's his mind trying to convince him that she wants him just as much as he wants her. That he's not the only one being reckless.
She swivels her body around and her arms link behind his neck. Pearlescent eyes flutter up at him, gazing at him through thick lashes.
He knows that look.
That criminal glint behind those doe-like orbs.
Words were hard when he was drunk. Especially when there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do… But a sudden, very pressing matter enters the equation…
His stomach rumbles.
He tries not to think about it but he can't help but grimace. They were in a crowded nightclub, he doubts there was anything of substance here to alleviate his hunger.
His stomach rumbles even more.
Hinata moves in his arms. She's leaning up close to his ear, her boobs squishing up against his chest. It offers him temporary comfort. Not quite the comfort he was looking for but it was greatly appreciated.
"Hungry?"
She leans back, looking at him with those thoughtful kind eyes that made him all warm and fuzzy.
Dazed, he nods.
Hinata's arms withdraw from his neck and he almost whines from the loss of her warmth. It isn't long that he's deprived of her touch. She slips her hand into his and starts pulling him along, deeper into the club.
They stop at a locked door with a keypad. Hinata taps in the passcode and it clicks open.
It looks like a break room. A boujee one that had tables spread out with cushioned seats and a shining kitchenette. It rivalled his corporate break room.
It's empty, Naruto notes. A little quiet too… The music from the club is muffled.
Hinata lets go of his hand to open one of the cupboards. Naruto embraces her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. He's being the annoying kind of clingy right now. Not that Hinata minds. She simply continues on like he's an extension of her.
He watches over her shoulder as she pulls down what might as well be the Holy Grail.
A cup of instant ramen.
Giddy like a child, he squeezes her tighter and nuzzles his cheek to hers. Hinata giggles. He continues to watch in anticipation with a stupid grin on his lips as she peels it open. Together, they shuffle to the sink.
She fills the cup with boiling water from the tap! Naruto's amazed, wishing he had one of those when he was growing up.
"Careful, Hina! It's hot." He warns, eyeing the steam.
"Don't worry, Naruto-kun, I got it!" She assures him as she cautiously places the cup on the bench. She closes it, placing a pair of chopsticks on top.
Now for the worst part.
The three minute wait.
Naruto and Hinata stare at the cup with bated breath.
"I think it's ready now."
"It's not."
"I'll check—"
Hinata swats his hand.
"Owwww."
"It's hasn't even been a minute."
"It's been a fucking century."
"Language."
Naruto shuts his mouth, sulking. His chin is resting on her shoulder as he's watching the ramen with eyes like a hawk. But as the seconds past, his mind wanders. It wanders to the woman who fits so perfectly in his arms. She's been on her feet in those heels this whole time, he thinks grimly.
Without a second thought, he spins her around and hoists her up onto the counter, situating himself between her legs. This way he feet earns themselves a well-deserved break.
"Naruto-kun, there's chairs available."
"Oh shit, you're right." They were in an empty room, literally every possible seat was vacant. Man, he was a fucking idiot. "You wanna sit over there instead?"
Amused, she shakes her head. "I like it here."
He stares into her eyes, realising that this is the first time that he's seeing her face properly and not at the dimly lit bar or dance floor.
Maybe he should be thankful for the poor lighting because if he had seen her this clearly earlier, his resolve wouldn't have lasted this long. He could feel the last of it wither away.
Hinata pulls him closer and his pulse quickens.
The soft pads of her thumbs stroke his cheekbones and she looks at him in an adoring kind of way. Eyes glowing, cheeks rosy and lips tilted in a serene smile. When she leans in and finally kisses him, Naruto is reminded just how hopelessly in love he is with Hinata Hyuga.
His grip on her milky thighs tightens as the intensity of their kiss grew hot and open-mouthed.
"N-Naruto-kun!" She moans, breathlessly. "The ramen should be—"
"I'm not hungry." At least not for ramen.
His lips move to her neck, sucking, nipping and leaving his mark just like he wanted to do when they were dancing.
"But your tummy…"
"My tummy'll be fine."
"But—"
Abruptly, Naruto pulls away and looks her directly in the eye.
"Do you want me to stop?" It comes out more harsh than he intends. But he wants her.
God, he wants her so bad.
She's panting, shallow breaths escaping her swollen lips. With half-lidded eyes, she shakes her head. "Just…" She whispers. "Not here."
He nods. "Not here."
So he takes her to the first place that pops into his mind. The place he's always wanted to take her.
Home.