Christmas Eve.
Hinata smiled, her leather-gloved fingers laced with Sasuke's, her ears warmed by her black fuzzy earmuffs. Sasuke walked beside her, his impossibly long scarf wrapped around his neck. And the other side wrapped around hers. She was getting dizzy from smelling his scarf so hard. But it was well worth it, because of the high from his Old Spice body wash-and-shampoo-and-cigarette-and-cologne-and-tomato-and-just-Sasuke smell.
The city of Tokyo was in high Christmas spirits. Neon signs mingled with the warm glow of shop windows. Reds and greens flashed on the streets. Jolly Santas in red suits sat on corners, ringing copper bells for Goodwill and ho-ho-hoing away. The mere air smelled of gingerbread houses and surgar cookies and candy canes. Gifts were wrapped in shiny paper of all colors and shopping bags were swinging on thousands of people's arms.
This was the time of year Hinata enjoyed. The time of year where Hiashi became less bitter and Neji got what he wanted and Hinata could take a few days off to rest for once. And even with Temari and Shikamaru's wedding around the corner, there was this lull in everything, where she could find herself taking a deep breath, smelling Sasuke's surprisingly good cooking and relax.
Snow was packed onto the streets and even though it was only seven, the sun was long gone. Streetlights and shop windows and Christmas lights lined everything, casting a wonderful glow. The snow seemed to glitter with greens and reds and golden yellows. Shoe marks from boots and heels were made all over. Bodies crowded the streets, hailing taxis and just mashing together in the usual traffic.
Hinata watched her breath as it came out in white vapor puff, causing a smile to grace her glossy full lips. When she was younger, she used to pretend to be cool and smoke the air. Curl her fingers around the imaginative cigarette, touch her numbed fingers to her lips, inhale and slowly exhale. But she was never very good at it. And she only did it when she was dizzy and giddy from standing out in the cold so long. Kiba and Akamaru were known for their giant snowballs.
Her black Kenneth Cole Unlisted boots crunched in the ice and snow and her black peasant skirt rustled against her black wool thigh-highs. It was probably best that Sasuke didn't know about that. She could feel him beside her, their body heat mingling in their closeness, their shoulders brushing, the soft sound of their shoes on the snow-packed streets, the familiar trend of his feet, his long legs taking confident strides, obsidian eyes as dark as winter night looking straight ahead. There was even the possibility of a cigarette dangling from his lips.
She turned to him, smiling softly. "I like this time of year."
He glanced at her as they turned the corner, more flashing neon signs and more swinging bags greeting them. "Oh?"
She nodded, turning back and swinging their arms loosely, like she was enjoying herself in the last seven months (or was it eight?) they had known each other. "Mm-hmm. It was on the few times a year Hanabi would come home. The only time of year when Hiashi wasn't so hot-headed, and when I wasn't getting hassled for my lack of leadership. I could depend on this month to bring the lull of the holidays, where Neji got what he wanted and I got what I wanted and Hiashi got what he wanted and we didn't have to worry about greedy people."
Sasuke bobbed along side her, seemingly letting it sink in. "Mom likes this time of year as well. I bet she's throwing a batch of gingerbread into the oven now."
Hinata glanced at him, catching the slight homesickness in his eyes before it was wiped away. "I've never met Sasuke's mother yet."
He blinked, turning to face her. "You haven't, true. But that's for later."
"Why?" She didn't dare face him, instead bouncing along side him. But she was sure he could see it was forced. When someone has a bounce in their step, it's real. She was just bouncing along. There was a whole lot of difference. And sadly, they could both tell.
"I'm not going home for the holidays." He sighed, his breath coming out in a long puff of white. "Let's head back home. It's too cold to be doing this shit."
"Wait," she tugged him towards the edge of the sidewalk. "I just have to go somewhere. Hanabi really wants something for Christmas and I'm the only one she can rely on to get it."
"Why you?" He muttered under his breath, walking behind her as the pushed through the crowd. "Weren't you just complaining about the wedding and how you wanted to relax?"
She glanced over her shoulder at him, that soft smile of hers gracing her lips, glittery in the orange streetlights. "Did you, before you were dating me, shop seriously for anything other than food and clothes and books?"
He blinked, refusing to answer that question. She nodded, that her smile growing wider and more noticeable. "Exactly."
She pressed a gloved hand to the frosted glass door, the words Vintage Co. scrawled into the glass. "I found this place and figured it was the perfect shop for Hanabi's gift. She loves anything and everything vintage. I suggest you get her something as well." She grew silent, as if rethinking her last statement and turned to look at him. "Or you can just sign the card and leave it at that."
"I was going to do that anyways, but sure," he replied back, shoving one hand into his pocket, the other laced with Hinata's.
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Hinata panted from his mere kiss, her head reeling and fingers groping for a hold. Maybe it was the way the street lights outside lit up the bedroom the way she liked. Maybe it was the fact that the windows revealed everything and yet nothing at all. Maybe it was due to Sasuke just wanting to watch her eyes flutter and her breathing to turn rapid and ragged.
He pulled her onto his lap, listening to her quick breaths in the dark. Coats were shed, fingers entangled in hair, and kisses issued up in large quantities. Honestly, she would have liked to get some sleep, wake up in the morning and be able to recognize the alarm clock in front of her. But Sasuke didn't give firm, heated kisses like this everyday.
She slowed the kisses, tried to bring him back to the fact that they might have to head in tomorrow, because that's how Hiashi was, ruthless and unforgiving of people's holidays. But this was Sasuke. He wasn't going to stop until he was ready. And unfortunately, she could see the stop sign so close, she could almost touch it.
No questions were asked and no words were exchanged. It was like the Nike motto. Just do. The problem was, Sasuke took this far. so far as to let her lust build up, matching possibly his own, before being nice. That's how he worked. Kisses and soft caressing and almosting. And she was at the receiving end of all these, which was torture.
He suckled her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers, listening to her quickened breaths and feeling her arching back. She could have told him stop, it's Christmas, there's presents to open in the morning. But he wouldn't listen. Besides . . . it was Christmas.
She clumsily undid his buttons, cursing under her breath for every one she missed. It was frustrating sometimes, how she, some one so dignified and respectable, could lose all of that within hours of just this guy. Her hands skirted across his bare chest, feeling the familiar and yet new, exotic sculpeted-ness of his body. Before, she had wondered how many hours it took to make this happen, and then how many times he had done this with other women. Did they all, too, wonder if he did this with other girls?
His fingers easily found the zipper, teasingly yanking it down far enough to have her wanting him to yank it down all the way. And of course, he never did. He knew her too well. How in just minutes of kissing, she was wired up enough to be wet before he even got to her. It was sad how much control he had over her and at the same time, she couldn't help it.
He pulled her close and she moaned, feeling all this lust getting to him as well. Couldn't they just skip this part, which was most excruciating? Rip their clothes off and not worry about it so much? Jump under the covers and "Just do?" She was only twenty-eight! They only had so much time!
Hurriedly, they pulled closer, yanked harder, moaned louder. They were like animals, attacking each other's mouths and waiting for the other give in. She could feel his member gearing up for that moment, giving her every ounce of pleasure there was to give. She played with the hem of his pants, listening to his grunts and her groans mingling in the heated atmosphere. Here, no telephones rang. No important meetings. No problem-solving. Just them, a condom and hopefully a few glorious hours to themselves.
He moved his hips against her and she groaned in response, feeling his friend grow firm and ready, waiting that special feeling of the first thrust. The first thrust always anticipated to take her breath away. The first thrust that always sent her reeling and crashing into the next wave of pleasure. The first and the last ones were always the best.
And he obliged, willing. The air filled her moans, which only got louder, to the point of down right crying his name. And if it hadn't been for the luxuriously thick walls, wonderfully soft bed, awesome one-way windows, she probably wouldn't be slamming against him now, going faster and anticipating that last wave, the one that always pushed her into that glorious sea of ecstasy.
-
It was officially Christmas morning.
Meaning her gifts to everyone should have arrived by now, including Hanabi's. Her eyes drifted over Sasuke's bedroom. From the large bed they slept in every night, to the cherry wood vanity that she was certain he had never used until she came along, to the Michelangelos that lined the natural brick walls. Everything was the same, save for the missing Sasuke beside her, who should have been just as naked, and the little purple box, sitting at the foot of the bed, glinting in the sunlight.
Greedily, she reached for it, the black duvet and sheets slipping down to reveal her pale skin. Like she cared. All she wanted to know was what she got for Christmas, from Sasuke, who had no doubt spent time on the internet looking for something just her.
No wait. This was Sasuke we were talking about. The most he would ever do was walk into random boutiques, glance around and head right back out. And if something caught his eye, he'd stay for a minute or two. Sasuke didn't shop, he glanced. There was a difference. But still . . .
Giddily, she bounced in place, gently coaxing the black ribbon off and easing the box out of its shiny, silky purple paper. The box was nothing special, just gray-blue and smooth. She lifted the top and sucked in a breath. Somehow, Sasuke knew just what she wanted.
Carefully, she lifted the silver chain out of the box, the light-blue tissue paper crinkling. At the end of the silver chain was an even prettier silver key, the numbers 302 scribbled into the head. That was the number of Sasuke's apartment. Meaning she was moving in.
Tears pricked her eyes, blurring her vision and she looked up from the slight shift of the bed, seeing his face. He sat crisscross, obsidian eyes focused intently on her face, reading her from tip to toe. From her flushing cheeks to her blurry eyes, he didn't know if he had done right or wrong.
She gently eased the key back into the box, a small, happy, watery smile spreading across her lips. "I love it."
And with simple words, she sniffled into his bare chest, cradled against him, enjoying the best Christmas yet.
This is somehow over 2,000 words. And I even added a little scene. It's been a while since I've done one. The last one was probably in the longest chapter, right? I don't know, I'll have to check.
Anyways, other news! I have become addicted to my own fanfiction. I know, how sad, but whatever. All I know is that right now, I keep reading over the chapters and can't wait for the next one. It's sad, like I said before, but y'all know me. I'm a sad and often weird person. So I guess I can say this is normal^^
Anyways, can you guess what the next chapter is? I shall give you a hint! Think candles, champagne and counting down from 12! Ha ha!
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