Prompt: "Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation." for KonoHana because... /drinking/ hahaha! (Request made by iBloo)

Even though the fic's a Tumblr prompt, and should really be placed in 'Lost in translation,' as I wrote it as a small epilogue/extra scene to An Action-filled Afternoon, I chose to add another chapter here instead :).

Rated K+

Title: More wine, Miss Awful?

Having finished their meal, they lay down on the blanket together, looking up at the starlit sky and simply enjoying each other's company.

Her head was resting on his shoulder and she leisurely played with the hem of his shirt as she told him about the different star constellations, pointing them out to him as she spoke, and he had rarely felt more relaxed. All the built-up anxiety from earlier was gone, and he found himself dozing off to the sound of her voice.

Until she sat up abruptly, swallowed hard, and turned to face him.

"You're not a Hyuuga!" she blurted out, and he blinked before raising an amused eyebrow.

"Um, no?" He had a feeling he knew where this was going but wanted to let her get it out herself.

"Oh, no. What is dad going to say—what is the clan going to say? I mean, I always knew I didn't want to marry within the clan. I hate all the pressure. But if they don't approve, they could cause a lot of trouble for us—I don't—"

Okay, time to break in, she was getting far too worked up over this.

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down," he hushed, and sat up too, taking her hands in his. "If this is about the name, you just keep yours. I really don't care, okay?" he grinned before his smile turned sheepish, and he felt a slight blush creep up on his cheeks. He wasn't exactly sure of how to proceed, but the conversation was up in the air and he had been thinking about this for months."And, um. Ah, I know we haven't discussed this, but, if we have any um, children?" he stammered out and swallowed to gather the courage to finish the sentence."Well, um, if you, ah, they can just take your name too. Really, I just want to marry you. Figured ages ago your crazy clan would be part of the deal," he finished and was rewarded with a giggle for the jab at the respectable Hyuuga clan.

Wow. That was awkward. It was worth it though, to see the smile blossom where a horrified expression had resided mere moments ago and a blush spread across her cheeks.

She didn't say anything, but she leaned in and gave him a gentle 'thank you' peck on the cheek, and with the crisis averted, he couldn't resist teasing her a little. "So, 'always knew I didn't want to marry within the clan,' and 'you hate the pressure,' huh? Should I take that as me just being a cheap ticket out, ey?" He asked, and his grin widened when she shot him an unimpressed glare and elbowed him in the side.

"Very funny, you know what I meant," she said, before smiling brightly at him. "You are too kind though. Oh, this really lifted a stone from my chest. So you'll move in with us then? My dad will be thrilled!"

He blinked.

Then he blinked again.

He had thought about this conversation for months, how could he have not foreseen this turn of events? His place might not be as huge as the main house of the Hyuuga compound, but it wasn't exactly something to be ashamed of either. Above all though, it had the added benefit of not being inhabited by a bunch of eerily serious clansmen who could literally see through walls at will, not to mention not housing his future father in law, who he was pretty sure hated his guts. "Ah, um. How…how about—"

"Your place? Oh, imagine what that would look like, the future clan leader of the Hyuuga clan not living on the premises? You were so understanding with the name, so I didn't think it would be a problem," she explained, and he choked on his spittle for a moment before catching something glinting in her eyes.

"Wait a minute, you didn't—you sly—" he grumbled and reached over to grab a new bottle of wine from the basket next to them, to the sound of her unrestrained laughter. She had played him right into her hands, wicked woman. "You know what, neither of us is anywhere near drunk enough for this conversation. More wine, Miss Awful?"