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Hinata lied in the bed staring at Genma's sleeping face. The soft rays from the rising sun in the east tickled her nose as she softly touched his jaw. He didn't have the familiar senbon in his mouth or amusing amber eyes that were unnaturally calm and collected, instead he had an open and vulnerable expression and it made her happy that she was the only one who would ever see it. Sliding her hand down to his naked shoulder, she traced the line of his collar bone and tried to etch his tender face into her memories.
She went to his apartment after dinner with Kurenai. Kurenai had told Genma that he should hold himself back as an honorable man and went into a long lecture treating Hinata as her own child. Genma was sweating bullets, trying to appease the raging mother and tried his best during the dinner to enjoy the freshly cooked vegetables and stir fry beef. Hinata congratulated him on his valiant effort.
After saying goodbye to Kurenai and kissing little baby Asuma good night, they headed home. It was extremely dark, Kurenai had held them back longer than she intended to, and a little bit after midnight. The tired citizens of Konoha had gone home to sleep in preparation for the busy restoration day tomorrow. Hinata's quaint apartment was further away near the edge of the village near the waterfalls whilst Genma's was near the Hokage's building and thus near Kurenai and the hospital. With a reasonable quiet concern, Genma asked Hinata a request.
"Want to come to my apartment tonight?"
Though Kurenai had threw a cannon ball at Genma that dinner, Hinata didn't feel anything dishonorable from Genma. Nor did she think that he wouldn't do anything either. Genma would settle for the in between. After all, Hinata was curious for what she had for the older man.
She had shared kisses with him. Time with him. Laughter and food and long conversations over different subjects. She even felt guilty when Naruto tried to kiss her. She wanted to hide their relationship even when Sasuke found them out.
In fact, if Hinata had to say it, the only person who Hinata felt most safe with and at the same time most vulnerable and exposed to was Genma Shiranui. He made her jittery and on the edge. He made her feel complete and protected.
She did live far and it was a late night. She still wore her training clothes and Genma in his Jonin attire. It seemed to Hinata a very inviting situation that was practical and at the same time very exciting and dangerous.
She was going to Genma's apartment. She was going to spend the night with a man... for the very first time.
Feeling Genma's rough, calloused hands slipping into her own, lacing their fingers together with quiet acceptance, Hinata felt her heart race. Whatever it was that she felt for Genma, he seemed to know exactly what it was. And he was pressing all the right buttons.
"O-okay..."
Hinata felt herself smile when she said the confirmation. Their loosely connected fingers tightened and Hinata felt herself lean into his larger body.
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They were at his apartment in a few short minutes, much too short for Hinata and before she knew it, he had already turn on the lights and turned to face her, giving her a special smile that she had never seen before.
"Make yourself at home. Whatever here is also yours."
Hinata stood at the doorway, feeling the shut door behind her like books upon a bed, and felt like this was where she belonged. In Genma's home, in his apartment where he lived, where he slept, ate, studied, read, and napped. This was where she wanted to be. Her own apartment felt like miles away as she took a tentative step forwards. It felt as if she had always been in his home. As if this was not the first time.
"Y-yeah... th-thank you."
Ah, she was stuttering again. It was a sure sign that she was feeling nervous and shy. He seemed to notice her worry and pointed to the bathroom.
"Hmm... don't worry... the restroom is in there. Take a shower. I'll bring spare clothes for you."
Hinata didn't know what to do but follow what he said. After all, this was her first time with a man. Not her first first time, but her first time recognizing that the man in front of her was... a man that she was attracted to. Not wanting to admit it to him, she set her bag down and headed towards the restroom. She didn't feel his eyes on her, but she felt his presence all the way to the washroom.
When inside, she poked her head out and asked timidly, "Genma-san... I don't have a towel."
He appeared before her and smiled, handing her two spare towels that were neatly folded.
"Yeah, I forgot... I thought you lived here for a moment." He whispered partly to himself and to her.
Hinata grabbed them and then she watched as he looked at their hands, both touching the white, fluffy towels.
"And call me Genma." He ended.
Hinata blushed and she took up all her courage to say the next sentence, "If I don't say your name with an honorific... I'm afraid of what I might do. I've never been alone with a man before."
The door separated them and Genma was glad for it. Because he knew that if it weren't there... he would have had Hinata in his arms, their lips pressed together tasting each other, their hips touching and his hand roaming her smooth stomach, slipping into her back and downwards. Hinata had no idea that her words would drive any man insane.
With a cough, he backed away and said quickly, "Hinata... I... just take a shower."
Hinata nodded, relieved that her worry was over and before long, Genma could hear the running water. With a heavy sigh, he sunk down the door and clutched his chest.
"Agh... what did I get myself into?"
Then remembering that Hinata needed spare clothes, he set out to his room to find the smallest shirt he had and with a second thought... the smallest shorts. He knew he should have taken a shower first. Now, the only thing he would be thinking about was the bar of soap that Hinata used on her smooth body and all the places that it had touched. The images ran through his mind like poison and he occupied himself, not wanting to be fed to the dogs by Kurenai.
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Coming out of the shower, Genma saw that Hinata was wearing his shirt and that his shorts were on the bed untouched. She was wearing nothing but a shirt. Nothing but a shirt. He could see her thin silhouette in that thin shirt as it covered just above her knees.
Genma had the hardest time in the shower because of that bar of soap... not that he was going to say anything, but what Hinata was doing right now by simply wearing a shirt with nothing under was more than he bargained for. She lied on his bed, her long legs on top of each other snaking down like beautifully curved artisan legs that were smooth and pale. He tried his best not to look anywhere further up than that.
Deciding that this was probably the hardest night of his life, he walked around her and took off his shirt. It was extremely hot in the room. He didn't think it through that he was clad in shorts and that Hinata had nothing but a shirt on. His shirt. After using his shower... and the same bar of soap that he used moments after.
Shaking his head, he placed the towel to dry and opened the window. Now he had to decide since Hinata was asleep: would he sleep at the sofa or would he risk sleeping in the bed with Hinata?
They weren't together per say or even dating each other... they were in a sense... lovers.
So in Genma's mind, it didn't really bother him if he slept in the same bed as her, it was just that he didn't have her consent. Would Hinata let him sleep with her? Even if they weren't doing anything but sleeping?
"Genma...?"
Her voice hit him like liquid foam waves, gentle and tingling, and he blinked, turning to face her immediately. She was awake? She looked at him drowsily, her hair tossed around messily around her face and shoulders, and the large shirt sliding off her shoulders exposing a great portion of her lovely skin. If it fell any further... Genma would turn himself in to Naruto.
"Aren't you coming to bed?"
The question hit him like a rock even though her voice was smooth and quiet. Did Hinata even know what she was saying? It was as if she had no concern for whatever he might do to her. But his heart spoke for him before his brain did.
"Yeah."
He moved to the bed and before he knew it, Hinata was up against his bare chest, hugging him around the waist. Genma could hardly breathe.
"H-Hinata?" His breath hitched.
She said nothing for awhile but her arms didn't lessen in its intensity.
"We're... lovers aren't we Genma?"
He felt the uncertainty in her voice. She thought that the feelings were one sided. Or that she was just a fling to him. He wanted to reprimand her for thinking so. He was the one who initiated the feelings. He was the one who pursued her. He was the one who bothered her. He was the one who did everything. She probably would have never fell in love with him if he didn't do anything.
Sliding his arms around her and pulling her in close, he could feel that she wore nothing underneath his large shirt. Her round assets pushed against his chest and her curvy body felt so real it nearly made him tumble. He could feel her arms around him, so real and concrete. He could feel her legs sliding in between his, smooth, long, and firm. The burning flesh beneath his hands as they slid down were undeniable and tangible. Slowly, his hand traveled underneath the shirt and he felt the ample skin beneath him smelling of his soap, of his home, and of her.
Finally, in the comfort of his own home, he would finally be able to kiss her. Finally be able to touch her. Finally be able to show her his love physically. Finally be able to show her that he belonged to her forever – that from the very start, he was hers.
There was a quiet sigh of breath and he could see her adjust herself beneath him. She rolled onto her back, the shirt riding up, and he rolled on top of her, resting on his hands and etching her form into his brain. She was so beautiful and he thanked the moonlight for shining on her, illuminating the beautiful angel.
She stared up at him, closing her legs together, suddenly embarrassed of her lucid actions and wanton behavior. Her open, creamy eyes stared at him and her petal lips parted slightly. He wanted to tell her that he was hers, but he didn't know how to say it. He was partly scared that she would one day leave him. She was so beautiful, so capable, so wonderful. So many men vied for her hand, why did she choose him? Was he the best for her? Would he be able to do everything in his power to protect her and keep her safe and happy?
Here she was beneath him, willing to consummate their relationship, and all he could do was admire her and think of all he couldn't do for her. As she read his feelings, the discomfort obvious on his face, she touched his cheek with her magical hands, the hands that helped end the war, the ones that brought their village peace, and she smiled at him, happy that he would do so much for her.
Was she in love with this man?
She came into his home. She had done missions with him, worked with him, ate dinner with him, and helped him. He had asked her to dates, had talked and laughed with her, and done everything on her whim. In a way, Hinata felt cruel. She felt she was tying him down. He was such an amazing man with so much potential. Was she even worth being with him?
Then as though her touch was all he needed, he closed his eyes with heavy resolve. He promised to be her everything. He promised to do everything in his power to make her happy and keep her safe. He would be hers forever.
And to quell her questioning thoughts, he confirmed her decision with a kiss. They would be each others. Forever.
Strong grips of the hands, soft caresses, sweat on their bathed bodies, kisses that would last a lifetime, and a tender care for each other.
The night waned away with quiet whispers in Genma's home.
Genma. Genma Shiranui!
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