"No."
Hinata felt her eyebrow twitch as Sasuke dropped the packet right back on the table. There was no one present in the twenty-second floor conference room, which seemed to be in favor for the last two months, every since she and Sasuke began working together. Like tonight, for example, when Hinata and Sasuke were working on the contract for Russia. But she should have known Sasuke would say no . . . again.
"Why?" she said around her gritted teeth, her fingers laced. It was ten-fifteen at night and she had to get up and go to work tomorrow. Sasuke was being himself like usual and saying no to every little thing she tried. It was getting seriously annoying.
"Because Hyuga, it's obvious you want to gain their trust and have their power." He said this like it was the most obvious thing ever.
Hinata tapped her black Fendi three-and-half-inch mule on the floor, dressed in a tight black V-neck dress that barely grazed her creamy thighs and her blue hair swept up in a bun. If she had been wearing glasses, she would have looked like a sexy office woman instead of a sexy woman ready to go out somewhere. And unfortunately, Sasuke couldn't stop staring at her legs . . .
Whenever he got bored with her talking, which wasn't very often, he'd always find his eyes straying towards her legs. And he was sure that on more than one occasion, Neji caught him. It was almost daunting how Neji could always be found glaring across to him whenever he dragged his eyes across the table. Almost though.
" . . . Uchiha!" Hinata snapped and Sasuke blinked, his onyx eyes instantly snapping up to her. Shit. He hadn't heard a damn thing she had said. Maybe he could just wing it . . .
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "And you're not arguing back?"
Stall damnit! Stall!
"That's not it Hyuga," he answered nonchalantly. Shit, where the fuck could he go with this? Where the hell was this going? In his thought process, his eyes went right to her legs for inspiration. Yeah, like a pair of sexy, creamy, delicious looking thighs was going to help him . . . Ah hell.
Swiveling slightly, he hoped to God she wouldn't notice. But Hinata stopped the chair with her foot, her leg stretched out in front of him. Her lavender orbs were narrowed and he swore to God if she whipped out a pair of glasses, she would look like the damn young adult librarian he had sex with about a two weeks ago. But that was a story for later and . . . damnit! He was trapped in a situation he desperately needed to get out of.
"Uchiha, it's rude not to answer me. And it's even ruder to prompt an argument 'just for the hell of it'." She even made quotation marks in the air as she spoke. Hiashi obviously taught her how to argue because damn it to hell, she was good at it.
"What I say, Hyuga," he fired back, shifting and crossing his legs, hoping to God he could pull it off, "is true. They would never go for this. They don't need your alliance, or that's what they believe. You have to get them to believe that they need you, that our power will not only make them stronger, but they are a getting a hell of a lot out of it."
Oh God, please let this work. Silence. Then . . .
Hinata nodded slowly, reasoning with him, which was incredibly surprising. "True, true. I see your point. My mistake Uchiha. I'm afraid I underestimated you." She stood to reach for the file and Sasuke couldn't help himself. Instantly, he slid the file back, making her fingers tips just a few millimeters short of their goal.
A smirk crossed his lips as she frowned, shooting him a glare. "Oh, you want this?" He held up the file, smirking playfully. "Oh, you don't want this. I'm sure you want to something else."
She held out her hand, the charm bracelet glinting in the florescent lighting. "Give it to me Uchiha!"
"Whoa!" Neji said, both snapping their head towards the doorway. He backed away slowly, having burst through the door. "I'm just . . . just gonna go now. I was going to ask if you needed a ride Hinata-sama, but I can see you're uh, busy. My mistake. See you tomorrow."
"Mmm, goodnight, Neji-niisan."
"Yeah," he mumbled, shuffling out the room, flipping open his ringing Motorola -Special Edition- Black Razr V3. "Good night Hinata-sama, Uchiha-san."
"Night, Hyuga."
The door closed and Hinata glared at Sasuke. "Give me the file now, Uchiha." She reached for it and in about two seconds, she was practically wrestling him for it. Sasuke, on one hand was enjoying himself, holding the file out of her reach. It was almost like teasing a child.
Then something happened.
Hinata dropped into his lap and pushed against him, stretching for the file. Sasuke was stunned, but not stunned enough to drop the file away from her reach and dump it on the floor. In a matter of minutes, he had her in a lip lock and he didn't know if their tongues were in a war for dominance or if this was how heated arguments could turn into passionate sex.
Hinata delved into his mouth, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. Then realization dawned on her. This was her co-worker. The man that she was arguing with non-stop over silly things! The man she went out for drinks with! The man who had to also deal with the humiliation of a contract rejected! This man was the boss of the Uchiha part of Hyuga & Uchiha Co.
She pushed away and he blinked, before his cheeks flared up in embarrassment. Neither could have taken what happened into consideration and for the next minute or so, avoided each others eyes. But neither one moved. Hinata's legs wrapped around his waist didn't move, his hands didn't move from their spot planted beside her, they didn't even alter the closeness of their bodies. Somehow, they were stuck with what to do and what not to do.
Finally, Hinata sighed, her fingers reaching for his belt buckle. Fuck all those damn company rules. She was actually enjoying herself. And if Hiashi's nuisance of rules were going to get in her way of enjoyment, she wasn't going to think twice about crossing them.
She smirked at him as his onyx eyes widened, looking to her. "I'm not going to wait for you, Uchiha. If we're going to start something, I suggest we finish it."
No answer because in a matter of milliseconds, he had captured her lips again, hardening the kiss. How crazy was it that he was about to do his president's daughter? The one that he was constantly bickering about over contracts, documents, memos even! The one who was constantly stubborn about what went where and when things happened!
He slid his hand up her thigh and groped her firm butt, sliding the tiny thing of a dress up to reveal a pair of lacy black ultra low-rise panties. His fingers looped around the material and her hands roamed over his now bare chest, the shirt open to reveal his sculpted body. They were going to need something more comfortable though. And both knew it.
Sasuke kissed along her neck, taking pleasure from her sweet sighs. Hinata gasped as his hand slid up her thigh, up her dress, nearly slipping it over her head. But a bed was needed, a bed, a bed . . .
"Sasuke," she moaned, earning his attention. "Whose place is closer?"
He looked to her, his hair mused from her fisting. "I think it's yours."
"How long?" she checked her wrist and sighed. No wrist watch today.
He reached for his coat, buttoning his shirt one-handed. "About twenty minutes. You never knew that Hyuga?"
She watched his smirk, following after it with her own. "I don't count how long I take to get to work. I just like to get their fast."
"Right, right."
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Hinata moaned into Sasuke's mouth, his fingers slipping over her curves and left her craving for more. She roamed over his sculpted abs, toned chest and wondered how many hours did it take to get a body this gorgeous? A moan bubbled from her throat as he played with the strap of her black lacy bra, suckling the skin just above her right shoulder.
Her fingers wrapped around the hem of his pants, gently tugging them. She wanted so much more than just kisses and soft touches, even though they were nice. Slowly, she removed the belt and heard the deep rumble of a chuckle in his chest. She was getting tired of his little games.
In a quick movement, he had her pinned to the wall, instead of on the couch of her comfortable living room. He ground his hips into her, listening to her quickened breathing and sighs as she wrapped her legs around him. He moved his mouth from her neck back to her mouth, indulging in the exotic taste.
The dress came off and Sasuke carried her upstairs, still kissing her. Somehow, without fault or accident, he gently deposited her on the bed, his lips moving from her neck to her collar bone. He nibbled on the soft skin of her neck, nudging her legs open. Instantly, he slipped off her underwear, his teeth latching on to her nipple.
A moan of pleasure escaped her lips and she arched her back as he thrust into her. She pushed her hips upward, her cries getting louder and breathier with every thrust. She wanted this. She absolutely wanted this. She wanted more of this. She wanted him all to herself.
Her nails scratched lightly along his back as she screamed for more, his fingers entangling in her hair. She was begging for more of him, she wanted him to go harder, make her come faster. It was tiresome wanting to go slow and steady. She wanted to make love, not wait for the moon to light their way damnit.
Wave after wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she cried out again, arching her back greatly. He was pushing her towards to the edge of complete ecstasy and she loved it.
He loved the sound of her screams, her cries of pleasure. It was deliciously addicting, and only made him go faster. He found out very quickly that the faster he went, the louder her screams got. And the louder her screams got, the faster he went.
She gave one last cry of pleasure as her orgasm hit her, her legs tightening around his waist. He lowered himself and rolled, pulling her along so that her head rested on his chest. Their sweat and juices mingled on the bed, their breath hot and heavy.
He closed his eyes and wondered why he had never noticed her before.
She closed her eyes and wondered when they could do it again.
Both knew Hiashi and Fuguka couldn't know about this.
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o.O Did I write this? I am only 13! Did I write this?
Anyways, thanks to the one-shot Pent Up Emotions. Hot damn . . . That's probably how I was able to write this scene^^
The rating has officially hit M! My first M-rated fanfic! w00t!
R&R Please! Tell me what you think of my first sex scene! (You can tell, I'm very proud of myself XDD X3)