Kank x Hinat chapter 5.

A/N: Alright, it's kind of short I know, but you'd be surprised by how long it took me. I guess I was having a little trouble with this, still, it doesn't matter, it truned out okay. Also thanks for reveiewing everyone, it's such a big help! Alright alright, here's chapter 5.--


Kankuro strong hands where agressivley placed on either side of Hinata. She was pinned to the bed and he was kissing her roughly. Hinata didn't want to back down, didn't want to back away, she wanted to be brave in this moment.

Their kissing was intensifying every second, his body against hers, grinding to meet one another.

"This doesn't bother you does it?" Kankuro wispered huskily in her ear.

"No." She winced, keeping a death grip to her husbands hip bones.

Kankuro didn't know what he was planning to do, he had kissed her! And she kissed back! He was in a state of mental panic, for sure. Would this mean he'd start excepting her? Would he make an effort to live peacefully with her?
No, probibly not.

dinnnngggg dinnnngggg

"... The hell's that?"

"The doorbell, I suppose."

Oh, perfect, somebodies at the door, Kankuro's enjoyment, and Hinata's, for that matter, was completely ruined.

"God damn it!"

Kankuro rummidged around the floor looking for something, when he found that 'something'-- which happened to be his shirt, he threw it at Hinata.

"Put this on, I'm going to check the door."

Kankuro, still shirtless threw the door open in a completely annoyed manor.

"Yo."

Neji stood at the door, dressed in casual cloths, hair hanging loosly behind his ears.

"HINATA! It's you cousin!"

Kankuro stormed off, mummbling a long string of curses under his breath.

"Yes Neji?"

It was painfully odvious something had gone on, Hinata wearing a shirt not her own and Kankuro not wearing a shirt at all! It didn't take Neji the geniuess long at all to piece this togeather.

"Oh, I see I'm interupting something, so I'll be on my way, I just wanted to drop this off to you, anyways."

Neji did something like a bow and handed his cousin a bag.

"Your dad made me bring it over, well, I'm gone, call me if you need me."

He turned around waveing a hand behind his shoilder.

"Well, what is it?"

"I don't know..."

"Then open it!"

Kankuro sounded eager to find out, pushing the bag to his wife to encourage her.

"Its..."

She peaked in the bag.

"Its massage oil! Errr." Hinata whined, ripping the rest of the bag off to display the curved body of lotion to Kankuro.
"I'm going to get my dad for this! He was planning something!"

Kankuro let an evil smile play across his lips.

"Your dad odviously wanted us to use it..."

"No" Hinata protested.

"So lets use it!"

"I said no!"

Kankuro laughed hystarically, walking to Hinata's side of the table and throwing her over his shoulder, grabbing the oil and heading for the bedroom.

Hinata kicked at him. "No, I don't want a massage!"

Kankuro threw her onto the bed.

"Now, who said anything about that?"

She blinked at him.

"You massage me."

Hinata looked at him with an are you serious look.

"Yes, here, catch."

Kankuro threw the bottle of massage oil at her, luckily she cought it or it would have nailed her straight in the face.

"I hope you ment for me to catch that."

"Of coarse." He layed down, wiggling his back to gain her attention.

"Do... Do I have to...?"

Kankuro looked up at her bluntly, when that didn't work her immediately switch to puppy dog eyes.

"Ugg." She groaned, pushing his back down.

Kankuro smiled smuggly, and settled face down on the bed.

Hinata poured a large amount of oil into her hands then almost immediately started working it into his back.

"Is... Is that.. Good?"

"Yes, keep going."

With little confidence gained Hinata kept kneading her hands into his shoulder bones.

Hinata was blushed a deep red, not only because her hands where against his bare chest, but also because of the whole lot of events that took place that night. They kissed, Hinata Hyuuga, shy, concervative girl had kissed someone! Then, Neji catches them and now this! Hinata Hyuuga could not take all this, she was not suited for such embarrassment.

"K, do you want one?" Kankuro asked, tugging on the hem of the shirt Hinata was wearing.

"Well..." Hinata blushed "I... Don't..."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Kankuro didn't give her time to finish, he ripped the shirt from over her arms, and finally, completely off.

Kankuro was no pervert, well, not completely, but he knew a beautiful body when he saw one, and Hinata was beautiful.

She noticed his staring, but she said nothing, they where married and he'd seen her so many times she doubted it mattered now.

"Alright, on your stomach." Kankuro pushed her down lightly, turning the oil across her back.

Hinata smiled at his gentleness, she felt so safe in his arms, and that caused for a trust. Maybe Kankuro would be content here with her, maybe now he wouldn't leave, now that they established a connection to that extent, maybe he doesn't mind Hinata, maybe-- but probably not.

He didn't warn her of his finishing, instead he flipped her head onto his lap, allowing her to lay down.

"What does this mean?" Hinata asked with a genuine curiosity.

"It means I don't hate you."

By now she was poking her fingers, still layed across her husband.

"I... Uh... Don't hate... You either..."

He smiled lightly at her, she was something else, somehow, he didn't feel so out of place when he was with her... It was so strange because he'd never NEVER felt that way around another girl before. And to be perfectly honest that scared the hell out of him.

"Are you ready for bed?" Kankuro reached over and gathered the blanket in his palm, offering it to her.

"Yes, I suppose."

Kankuro flicked the light off, slipping in the bed next to her.

"Now, Hinata." He wispered, pulling her close to him. "That doesn't mean I like you either."

She let a smile tug at her lips

"Of coarse not."