LEMON ALERT. Feel free to tell me if it is so bad you just want to cry.

06

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Kissing Hyuuga Hinata senseless as they are boarding the bus wasn't exactly part of the plan. At least not how Sasuke had imagined their first hot-as-fuck (literally) make-out session to be. But as his foresights tended to be disproven so cruelly by Fate, it still happened anyway and so the decrepit, old man with the bad arthritis on his lower spine was stuck standing in the rapidly moving bus while two youngsters chose to suck faces in public. He didn't really appreciate the sight. He thinks he is too old for that.

One moment they were just telling each other how great being school was, like kids of propriety should be doing instead of hopping off from one bed to another as often as they change their underwear. But the next, as the bus met a pothole (why was there one in Japan's supposedly concrete roads anyway? Stupid driver! Stupid Konoha!) and lurched forward so powerfully you would think that the inherent inertia within the compressed seats was the only thing that saved you from meeting Amaterasu-o-mi-kami in person. And boooom… we have two young people with their lips mashing together for dear life, as if getting killed had been the last thing on their minds and getting laid tonight (even on the cramped seat of the public bus? Kids these days) was the foremost…

Smooch. Smooch. Smooch.

The cute girl with the dark blue, almost-luminescent hair seems to be winning the battle of lip-locking, easily dominating the guy with her subtly wandering hands and more forceful stance as she practically devoured the lucky, lucky boy on the spot. It is glowingly apparent who the more experienced one is and obviously, the one who would be on top tonight. Nobody would have expected. Having that innocent, I-can't-break-any-plate vibe and all… She has her hands cupping the other's hollowed cheeks, firmly sucking the guy's bottom lip to her mouth.

Smooch. Smooch. Smooch.

The boy is very willing to learn though, with him practically fucking the girl's preoccupied mouth. Massaging their tongues together, the lip play commences noisily. Smooch. Smooch. Smooch. So maybe, theirs should be a violent match of whose coitus is more stimulating. Both too willing and submissive. Aah. The sweet life of young people… if only they know what the chaotic world of adults has reserved for them.

Eeek…

The poor, long suffering old man stumbles forward at the sudden pause of the rapidly moving vehicle, cursing the world for not making his shoes a super magnet or something. And ever giving birth to a species called disrespecting, horny teenagers. But like a silver lining in a storm cloud, there's always the bright side…

With the bus thankfully halting at a stop with a jotting start, the couple has also broken away; panting heavily as they gaze at each other's contrasting orbs. White and black. Like yin and yang. So absorbed in making bedroom eyes with the other that they hardly notice a grumpy looking old fart clearing his throat from behind them, in hopes of taking away the seat this pair had ungraciously forgotten to offer him.

Until he tells them, quite bluntly with a distinctive clear of the throat, to just go get a room. That blunt reminder does the trick as both scramble back up in flustered embarrassment, both blushing furiously. The boy looks at the window. The girl follows his gaze. And with a small nod to the other, they seem to agree impromptu that alighting now from commuting and walking along the way instead, is the best way to be able to endure in the meantime the claustrophobic, accident-prone atmosphere that crackles their yet untamed passion. The girl bows politely and mutters something close to an apology as the senior citizen ostentatiously lowers himself onto the vacated seat. The male grunts a prompt for his girlfriend and possessively pulls her down with him towards the exit. The old man then spies the couple fussing over each other's rumpled clothes by the side walk and smiles to himself. Young love…

It seems the sky doesn't agree though as five months worth of rainfall crash down so suddenly in thundering torrents from the progressively dark, weeping sky. Right on fucking time…

Instant cold shower anyone?

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At another time, making a run towards the University underneath an unrelenting barrage of water needles being aimed at the hellish world like projectiles straight from the heavens would have been one of the ever-increasing groupies in Sasuke's most subscribed hatelists. He never liked the rain. In fact, he hated it so much that he could never stomach visiting his older brother in his lore in Amegakure, however the guy might attempt to boast the masterpiece he has for a flat. Or the enviable fact that he currently hangs out now with a bunch of other promising artists. In the end, Sasuke still has the better thesis. Anyway… So dismal the rain is. So sad. The rain is a reminder of the worst times that has ever walked its trail of grief and destruction on Earth, where starvations and killing are the norms and sex stenches so much that sheltered Victorian girls didn't know about it until their husbands started stripping on their honeymoon night. Sasuke didn't like the rain. And no, that's not because he got his family massacred on a rainy day or something. Geez… That didn't happen. It was in shallow reality, purely for historical, rather unfounded reasons that he found the rain a dreary phenomenon he couldn't look forward to even if he was born a struggling, destitute farmer. That was, until he met Hinata.

He remembers that two days before she flew off to America, he had met her for the last time, soaking wet outside the dorm, fidgeting and heavily flustered by her state of heavy see-through dress. At the time she was only there to deliver her views about the seventh riddle (something about math, one thing most Hyuugas universally claim to be good at) and inform him about her imminent departure. That rainy night, he had given her one of his shirts to change with. That rainy night, she hugged him for the first time. That rainy night, he had his first ever boner with a human girl and still he hadn't realized how hot she looked in his clothes (and maybe without it too? Hn) until seven more successive dreams of her humping in erotically with it on, breasts jiggling erratically at every to-and-fro movement.

So shielding her away from the unforgiving rain today—her body so close he didn't need his wild, wild imagination to know how good it must feel under his- doesn't in any way change… well, his changed opinion of the rain.

The bigger problem that wouldn't have bode well with this less-prejudiced opinion of the heavens having a drama fest though is that the rain didn't give him much time for a more logical approach of thinking. That instead of heading first to his university room to show her his finished thesis…

He should have just fucked her senseless first in some motel.

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Dorm Hagoromo didn't gain its notoriety for its self-published ghost stories. Or the fact that it had been named after a God himself. In fact, once you heard that the geniuses in every batch somehow always found a way to converge and work together here, you'd instantly forget the first two and wonder whether something fishy is up with the administration. Because, who the fool would dare to challenge this dorm to the annual inter-dorm quiz bee? Last year they had Hyuuga Neji beat everyone's stuck-up-assess up with his all-seeing Byakugan psychology. And even Lee managed to share his "youthfulness" by excelling at the extemporaneous speaking competition. This year they have Sasuke, Shikamaru, Shino and believe it or not, he is feared, Naruto as a lineup against the obviously lesser dorms. So them having the one-year food supply is but a delicious guarantee. That particular scaly work is by the way, courtesy of the current headmaster, Tsunade who is as popular with her favoritism to the intellectually talented as she is with her hidden stack of sake somewhere in her immaculate office. Dorm Hagoromo is already more than just a name that housed guys who are too smart for their own good, who has their ears listening keenly against the wall and who knows each and everybody's business like the introductory part of their modules.

In other words, Room 7, placed as it is in the middle of everything (with Kiba and Shino on the right side part, occupying Dorm Eight. A.K.A. Animal lovers in the house who are screamers in bed. Yeah, they like each other too much), offers no escape as to the busybodies who would like to be a part of the end of the Sasuke's virginity days.

Thanks to Sai, every little cocksuckers living in the same building as him knows that. And no, that incident with Kakashi's literature class doesn't help at all.

This, were all the things what Sasuke had neglected to ponder about as they finally reach the dormitory building, shaking all excess droplets from their wet forms while still maintaining that intoxicating connection with their eyes. Hinata smiles shyly at him. Sasuke grins affectionately. The skies are now raining cats and dogs, the relentless patter drumming over the small roof that they are for the moment sheltered on and yet they hardly notice. Hinata takes her hair up into a loose ponytail, alluringly exposing to him her creamy, white neck.

Indiscreetly, Sasuke licks his lips.

The moment our favorite couple comes into a more spacious overhang, their heavily soaked garments has then become a valid reason to take each other's clothes off under the oh-so-romantic rainfall. Ferociously shed off. All of this done with their lips desperately connected together. Hinata ventures first by trying to take his jacket off, small but firm hands ripping away the zipper and long, nimble arms pulling his muscular ones from the sleeves. Hands roaming around his chest. Her knee conspicuously brushing on his very much erect clothed member. Sasuke can only do little but to finally cup one of her D-sized, wonderful breasts through her now transparent purple blouse and groangroangroan in unprecedented pleasure he realizes he has never felt before while touching himself. Strong arms squeeze her into a hug, keeping her warm body as close to his as possible whilst still keeping their lips locked tightly together. He feels on fire. She feels like ice.

It is her adventurous tongue that first invades the line between chaste and the sexual, with her bravely asking for permission and him confusedly opening his lips for her. Tongues now entering a wrestling competition while they sensually massage each other's pout with slow but sure ministrations. Hinata's cold hands fly to cup his face nearer, guiding the inclines and leaning of his head from where she is somehow certain they can get a better angle. Sasuke doesn't have time to wonder about his girlfriend's apparent experience with this though when Hinata opts to break away, mouth agape in heavy, restrained breathing as she gradually slides her hands down to cage his. She has her lips barely touching his but the sensation of breathing each other's air proves to be too damn much. "Bedroom…" she murmurs pleadingly and oddly enough, he feels a hand touch the epicenter of his ragingly, tightening pants. Oooh…

She is touching him… HIM!

Hinata shrieks in surprise when a pair of powerful arms takes her legs upwards, having her spunned airborne in a heart stopping hoisting motion. The next thing she knows is her being carried by Uchiha Sasuke bridal style, with him running inside the building four steps at a time in a sprint towards Room Seven. Peripheral vision informs her that they are very lucky indeed that the hallway is devoid of chatting students or besotted drunkards banned from entering their room. But nevertheless, Hinata covers her red face with her fingers until she hears Sasuke kick open a door and she feels the impact of being unceremoniously thrown on a bed.

Darkness welcomes her sight as the stale smell of man cologne and air freshener wafts around her aroused senses. Absentmindedly, she notes with displeasure that the blankets she is lying on has been unwashed for far too long for comfort. They stick to her moist skin like an abhorrent second skin. And they smell unfavorably too… With shaky limbs she tries to prop herself upwards, legs unintentionally wide open.

Sasuke groans happily at the sight of her being very ready for him.

Hinata quickly recognizes the bed they have landed on to be Naruto's. (Everything, she winces while fisting said sheets in anticipation, is in orange like in highschool. And well, there's that famous pink pillow…)

Menacingly as though he's making the clichéd predatorxprey a reality, Sasuke calculatively comes forward, taking his shirt off in a way he think is sexy in the process. Dark Adidas top goes abandoned on a book shelf somewhere. Heavy steps are methodically inching towards her. Broad shoulders contract as he leans forward down to her ankle, kissing his way up to her heel and his daring tongue tickling her thoroughly. He saw it done as foreplay many times in really great porn. Men might thinks it's tedious but most girls love it. Hinata is no exception. Toe curling pleasure overwhelms her and moaning in ecstasy at this smallest of ministration that she hardly notices her pants being forcefully pulled down by the culprit himself, the heat of it coming off burning profusely on her skin. She feels like Achilles, most vulnerable at the tendon on her feet. And Sasuke is apparently astute enough to take advantage of this discovery.

Her feet flail wildly as Sasuke struggles on dragging the pants off her. But the torture is proven worth it when he finally tosses the denim garment some yards away, his intimidating muscular form crawling closer to where the ache for him centers the most. He smirks smugly at the moist center visible from the pink (he winces) underwear, realizing quickly from all those smut he has read what exactly this means.

Thank you Jiraiya-sensei!

"You want me too much, don't you eh Hinata?" he purposely whispers with a husk in imitation of Hideo Akagi the protagonist of the fourth installment of the Icha Icha series. He puts his lips on the back of her thigh, feeling her shudder uncontrollably when he flicked his tongue. "You want me to fuck you, eh.. Hn…?" The legendary dirty talk.

Hinata only grumbles an incomprehensible response, not wanting to tell him how he is too handsome for his own good. And the what-might-be-inevitable "you're a fucking slut, you know that?" pronouncement he might conceitedly get from her vocally expressing her want of him.

Sasuke chuckles nonetheless, licking that spot on her thigh he is only previously inhaling. Hinata visibly flinches, wondering how the hell this guy can tell where her buttons are. Is he a fucking sex god in the making? Good Lord. Fondling her with the tip of his fingers. Smearing her all over as if for lubrication. Hands tripping slightly across her tickles. Hinata unconsciously fists her hands through his silky, dark hair. This is too much… She'd go mad with bliss before she succeeds on making this night worth for their sakes. This isn't about her. it's about him.

Time to get to the plan then. So the Hyuuga acrobat with the haste and dexterity of a trained martial artist she was raised to be, manages to flip their position in the inverse, with her practically sitting now on his face, knees spread provocatively on his face.

Sasuke gasps amidst a mouthful of panty and musky scent. Is his girlfriend really a closet dominatrix or something?

Feeling the weight shift on his toned abdomen, Sasuke watches Hinata pull her own blouse over her head, revealing to him in life the twin mounds he has many a time dreamed on sucking like a baby. "You want them too right, eh Sasuke-kun?" she provokes and unhooks the bra clasps sexily. She leans closer to his face, her perked nipples brushing sensitively on his nose. "Milk them then…"

And like a baby, he obediently follows.

Mouth opening to fully engulf the larger than average mound, Sasuke makes a tentative link to the pink nipple. What follows is a series of instinct when a child is faced with a lollipop. His tongue stripes and slather around the globes he is nuzzling, reflexively capturing more skin as he becomes more determined to fill the entirety of his mouth. From above him, Hinata moans in what the PWPs he read described as ecstacy, her lower body now surreptitiously rubbing against his still overdressed one while she tries to thrust her womanly essences back and forth to his.

A wanton groan escapes the Uchiha's occupied mouth, now finally feeling the immediate need to get rid of those damn pants. It's too tight it's already excruciatingly painful. He frees one hand from her iron grip in order to do something about that suffocating belt buckle, finding it even more wonderful to be able to elicit another moan from her when he inadvertently brushes a finger against her exposed belly-button. Erogenous? Hn. He resumes on stroking the inflammable skin, liking the way she keeps her grip even firmer on his shoulder, as if afraid to let him go.

When it got too much however, the girl pushes herself up from his still busy mouth, giving him a discouraged frown that only succeeded on looking like a sulky pout. Sasuke smirks but she doesn't retort on anything. Instead, she drags herself down further, purposely having her scantily-clad body glaze over his trembling one, hands going straight to his still locked belt buckle.

With an expertise he doesn't dare question, he finds himself without pants in a matter of moments (when he can only watch Hinata in daze as she wets her lips in unconcealed desire and he starts to wonder whether she herself has done her own homework for today's. ummm… climax). The boxers follow later and Hinata is left staring in awe at an angry, red, rock hard member that stands erect as if begging to be eaten. She blushes but even the shy temperament returning with a vengeance cannot conceal her impressed huff. "Wow.."

Sasuke waits…

And waits.

And waits…

His stomach clenches in mild disappointment. Isn't she supposed to be so turned on by his impressive size that she would begin doing the sucking thing now? Because, geez, he knows he is big. Uchiha men all are.

He frowns and stares at her very much awestruck expression. "Now… what?" he attempts to grumpily prompt, only to sound more like a wheezing child denied a candy.

"Oh!" she exclaims in mortification, face flushing furiously in multiple shades of a humiliated red upon realizing she has kept him waiting long enough. "Just that… ano… I didn't expect this…"

"What? That I'm big?" He is, to say simply offended.

"Ano… I didn't mean it like that." She answers, smiling awkwardly and laughs nervously. That finger poking habit again… "Just that… the last time I checked, Japanese men don't get this big."

The what? The last time she checked? What does that even mean? But before Sasuke can go as far to ruminate those any further, she already has her dripping cunt aligned on his manhood, strong thigh muscles at work and ready to plunge in anytime. When did she remove her panties? No time to think about that. He waits with bated breath for the momentous… well, moment of truth, his fists curling on the sheets with apprehension.

She's on top of him!

Hinata smiles reassuringly.

And so she lowers herself to him, her insides completely sheathing his flaming rod and he watches with twisted appreciation when it finally disappears inside her.

Sasuke gasps.

Hinata groans.

Sasuke screams hoarsely.

And Naruto does too, along with an ensemble of things breaking and falling-over SFX… Wait… What the flying fuck? Naruto?

No. No. No. Inside Hinata, he chivalrously resists the urge to facepalm. Not again. Lord, he had enough of this already!

"Oh God! " As if on cue with his bestfriend's desperation, the currently unluckiest blonde in the world now shrieks in panic, cursing himself for coming out of the shower at the worst time ever. "Hinata! Y-you're back! I had no idea. Dammit. Sorry teme! I didn't meant to! Ugh! Ouch! I was just in the shower! Shit!" Things crashing into what sounds like complete smithereens, in which Sasuke wishes to all the gods above for Naruto to somehow bash his thick, knucklehead to something lethal. But fat chance… the guy's lifeforce is as tenacious as the most annoying of cockroaches. In other words, hitting him with a giant slipper simply is no longer sufficient. And no amount of insecticides could obliterate this pest from the face of the Earth. "I didn't know you two are there! If I did… oh Sage of Six Paths… I didn't mean to… I mean… I mean… Argh!"

Another batch of things breaking.

Sasuke sighs. He lifts Hinata up from his now deflated dick, grabbing up the covers to hide their still charged up selves up. Damn.

Naruto is trembling for his life.

By this time, Sasuke has already managed to completely cover Hinata up with the orange blanket… who seems very close to fainting this time. He was so close too! Dammit! He was practically inside her. INSIDE HER! And Naruto taking his fourth obsessive bath of the day just have to ruin things. "Just… shut the fuck up dobe…" he points… pointedly at the door."and LEAVE!"

But the Gods are once again campaigning against him.

The door opens, and Sai, in all his damnable, abhorred glory emerges from the blinding, white light. Hinata shrieks in surprise and hides her very naked self further behind Sasuke's, the arms encircling his neck trembling in fear of the intruder. Said interloper smirks, putting his hands on his hips. "So it's true…" the artist begins, eyeing Sasuke's nude form underneath Naruto's blankets and the shivering figure of a female he is trying so hard to obscure from his sharp eyes. "… that the princess is back. She really is! Heard from Kotetsu next door that he saw Sasuke making out with a hottie by the entrance. Just checking out if it's true. Seems like I'm losing a total of thirty bucks today. Tch. What a waste."

Shamelessly, the creep moves forward and extends a hand to the absolutely terrified Hinata. "But it's worth it, I guess. The name's Sai. And I know you're Hinata. I must say you are much sexier in person and that DP in your Twitter hardly gives your radiance justice. I follow your Facebook and everything else by the way, so do not be surprised. If you actually need any help…"

Sasuke quickly slaps the arm away, which is on its way on fishing out a customized callmecallme calling card. "She doesn't." He glares at both of his roommates. Naruto appears to be about to piss on his pants, his teeth chattering fearfully at the intensity of Sasuke's killer intent. Sai, is as usual neither affected or apathetic of the procedures. He is too busy on sizing Hinata up and down that you'd think he had hung up on his homosexuality for a while and put it into the closet for later's convenience. Sasuke curls his fists at the thought and spits out. "Now… OUT!"

"But I think you should do your thing on your own bed—"

"It's nice to meet you Hina-hime…"

"I said… OUT!"

The two of them scamper away like scaredy squirrels.

Sasuke then turns his attention towards the unmoving Hinata while rubbing his forehead in frustration and is not at all surprised by what he sees next.

She has already fainted.

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Hinata wakes up in the deafening chirping of Konoha crickets upon feeling a heavy weight press her further on a soft mattress, soft lips enveloping her cheek and morning breath fanning her still recovering senses. Hands roam around her body and yet the touch doesn't feel as invasive as it normally would be at another instance. Keeping those warm hotspots modestly resting on her side must have been a challenge. Even in probability made more so by the apparent desire of her wake-up-call to just do what his body intends to. She vaguely feels soft, puckered lips trail gently around her own, tongue moving slightly to lap away what must be a drool as the man shifts his position so as not to smother her. One hand goes to affectionately comb her hair in a raking motion, calloused fingers rubbing silkily on her scalp.

Unfocused whirls of blinding colors welcomes her as she slowly opens her eyes, the movement inspiring the Uchiha to press his forehead against hers while complacently donning a luscious smirk printed on his beautifully carved features. Hinata smiles softly at him, raising her head slightly forward for her kiss to meet his nose. "Morning.." she greets.

He allows himself to kiss her fully this time, savoring the flavor he couldn't remember ever tasting in anything before (even when he ACCIDENTALLY kissed Naruto but that's another story best not told). Bare breasts press firmly at his equally naked chest, the swell of her soft organs feeling just perfect for his hard, lean frame. He strokes her hair letting his lips descend down to her collarbone. Hinata cranes her head to give him better access, rubbing his bare butt cheeks slightly. She then wraps her legs around his waist, wanting nothing else but to feel more of him. So early in the morning. Maybe they can actually do a quickie like Hanabi had uncannily prophesized after all.

Something very wet and slimy is poking her thigh.

Hinata realizes with a start what exactly it is.

In a flurry of movements and Sasuke just momentarily parting for something much, much better than kissing, she feels that particular something sink deep down on her without any difficulty associated with spontaneity, slickly reaching the spot she has always wanted to be reached, retracting it for a while before ultimately impaling her insides with it.

Hinata's breath hitches.

She digs her fingers into his shoulder while biting back a moan of frisson, swallowing her scream as hard as she can muster. Her knees buckle and her throat makes a struggling noise that is somewhere between a sob and a whimper. Sasuke meanwhile sets up a pace, thrusting solidly in and out and violently pounding his hips against hers. His movements are sloppy but it does what it does best. His breath ghosts over her neck. His fingers are loosely holding her clenched hands. And he has that leg hooked tightly around her waist for better coordination. He keeps on drawing to and from of her, loving the moans she is now freely gasping in absolute pleasure.

"Oh Sage… yes… yes… Indra… Ashura… Nnnghhh…" she breathes with noticeable pants, feeling her vision cloud into a nebulous white and the spring of passion she has accumulated since last night viciously uncoiling. An orgasm so powerful she almost thinks she's be reduced in nothing more than a vegetable after this. She never expected… that she prefers men this big, fast and hard. "Ah…Sasuke!"

His rhythm slows down at his own impending climax but that hardly matters.

"Sasuke!"

"Hinata!"

And everything all at once splinters into a trail of fire. In which time virtually slows down for the couple, spending the extended moment for them to just stare with satisfaction at each other's wide eyes.

Sasuke after a while shows her a bottle of lotion, explaining everything through only that container of lube. "I can't really let you leave at 9 A.M without us getting lucky. So I have to improvise. I know it would hurt without proper lubrication so I got this. Thank Sai and his exposed belly, we actually have women's lotion handy. "

He gets off her so as not to crush her under his weight. Hinata turns sideways to face him, smiling brightly and appreciatively at the man she is starting to admire in more ways than one. At least… well… at least, he isn't just all looks. Though she already has found that out long ago but still… encountering someone so good in bed for a first timer is enough to make her forget, if only for a short delirious moment that good things like this, like Sasuke, like Sasuke&Hinata, won't last. They kiss and it's so full of gratitude. He smiles, putting a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She pinches his exquisite nose, loving the way it always seems to be so sharply contoured but still retain its level of cuteness at the same time.

It's Hinata who first breaks the comfortable silence, adoring how his bare body fitted perfectly with hers. He's so warm. So fiery. But as captivating as the lightning as well. She traces circles around his shoulders, revering at the way he tensed under her touch. "I didn't expect our first time to be like this actually." She admits.

"Well it's my first sex." he replies this with genuine good humor, eyes closed. He hugs closer. Hinata is content to bask in the heat he is generously radiating. But the next follow-up inquiry stills Hinata into apprehension nevertheless. "Who's yours Hinata hmmm?"

From outside, the storm from last night still rages on. Hinata could only hope that this is the storm before the calm.

Fat chance.

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Highschool is a the stage of life when you'd think you are now ready to face the world with the big guns. Only to find out forlornly that you are still nothing but an ignorant fledgling that is meant to make the stupidest of mistakes to be able to learn the best lessons in life. Humans are made of blunder. They grow smart through it, a proven fact that dates back as far as Eve being such an impressionable bitch and eating the fruit the snake had offered her. It had been a mistake, they all say. A sin even. The first ever. But despite the harsh perception of her supposed shortcoming, in the end it gave her descendants the foremost ability to think for themselves. To be men of the world. Mulling about it, this sounds like the Lord's counter weapon for the next generation to be a better race. Inherent intelligence equals learning. And learning equals enlightenment. To be able to reach the absolute Nirvana, you have to be as awakened as that big-boned Buddha sitting in all business establishments nowadays. Experience is the best teacher. And just being afraid of repeated history is enough motivation for you to learn where you had erred.

Hinata had many regrets in her life. One of which, after seeing how Sasuke is still devoted with her even after he found out the truth about her chastity (or lack thereof), is that she wasn't able to save herself fully for the man who might actually be in love with her.

Meeting him sooner would have saved her a lot of tears and grief.

She has learned to love him because he loves her. Hinata knows full well the feeling of being in an unrequited romance with someone who only used you for their own gain and contentment. She doesn't want that to occur to another soul again.

Especially Sasuke.

"So you are telling me…" he responds to her admission with a surprised exhale of a breath he didn't realize he is holding. They are now seated in one of the corner tables in the university cafeteria, trying to pretend that the French toast they are sulkily and reluctantly nibbling on is something out of a five star restaurant. Two hours before 9 AM, they are determined to make the most of their time together. "That of all people, Naruto is your first? Uzumaki Naruto! That you and him are fuck buddies in highschool…" He runs his hand around his hair in incredulity and disbelief. "Great… Just fucking great. What's next? That you and Sai dated before too?"

"What?" Poor Hinata is only left dumbly astounded, unreceptive of sarcasm as always. "What do you mean…? No! We didn't date!." She seems to have been hurt by his remark, as if thinking she could date a lot of better guys than the faggot he has for a perverted roommate. "Naruto-kun and I never dated either. We just… used each other for a year and that's that."

"You mean, he used you." He corrects. "There's a difference."

"Ano… Sakura-chan didn't give him the time of the day just yet so…"

"So? Exactly. So he practiced on you so that he can entice the hussy into bedding him and be amazed by Uzumaki's prowess. Tch." He just now lost whatever respect he had for his roommate now. He was like this in highschool? "Didn't know the dobe had it in him."

"Good Sage no…" She shakes her head so vigorously it reminds him of Akamaru drying himself after being coerced into a shower. Her jumping on Naruto's defense upsets him. Sasuke frowns. Hinata gulps. "Ano…Naruto-kun… Naruto-kun is just a lost soul bound by one-sided love." She whispers as though that is reason enough. "I had been as well. You know I used to like him right? And yet he never noticed. By being with each other, I think we just took what we could at the time. We were fifteen…" she trails off shortly before adding sadly. "… and stupid."

After just blatantly surrendering herself to his mercy, Sasuke doesn't really have an answer to that.

Silence resurfaces, even made more stifling than when they were Skyping, now that they are actually face to face and practically breathing the same suffocating air. Sasuke is still wounded that she had gone as far as reducing herself into a mere broodmare in order to be seen differently by the one she love. But if you think about it, a guilt-tripped Naruto would most likely do something if only to appease the overwhelming feeling that he had not repaid Hinata enough. He had gotten Sakura. What is there left for her? Matchmaking her with someone would have been the logical step… And Naruto, if you readers don't remember is the one who made the plans to let them meet.

In the end, Hinata's "mistake" is the one that ultimately led them to this day. Him and her. Sasuke and Hinata. Together.

Sasuke realizes that he doesn't really mind.

One of them had to lead into the proceedings anyway. He likes how Hinata wants to be on top. Pity they have to wait for next week and a motel reservation to accomplish that.

With an abrupt grunt, he rises from his seat and roughly takes Hinata's hands to his. The girl looks up to him, thoroughly startled.

He bows down to kiss her softly, mischievously whispering his plan. "We still have time. And there's the janitor closet." He discretely tugs down the zipper of the shirt he let her borrow, brushing his fingers in cacophonic fumbling on her collarbone. This is enough to make Hinata hear those proverbial ringing of her ears again. "We might as well have a little quickie."

This is own horny way of telling her that he doesn't really care one way or another.

Sasuke knows. Sasuke knows. Sasuke knows. That's it has always been easy for him to be better than Naruto.

And matters with Hinata, he thinks as he pulls her down insistently towards seclusion, shall be no fucking exception.

Pun intended.

(TBC)

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Yay! Hinata is Naruto's fuck buddy in highschool? OMFG. I don't think that's as surprising as it should be because I have been hinting of that history as early as the second chapter. Do you guys remember the phone sex where Naruto gets turned on, scene? He hints there that he pretty much knows Hinata SEXUALLY. What she prefers and stuff. And the threesome remark too which only states that he had been at least comfortable of imagining Hinata in bed with him at some point. But if you think that's the extent of Hinata's "secret", then you are in for er, well a surprise. Lol. The drama starts at chappie seven… Hn. Hope I still have not scared the readers by the time.

I published another multichapter that I am as determined to finish as this. It features an STD!Sasuke x loner!Hinata. It's major, major angst so I hope it's going to be a pleasant break from my disgustingly corny jokes and awfully unfunny puns. I'm sure there are far more talented authors out there who can spin that plot device into a very absorbing tale but I really want to write this story. It has been with me for a while now.

Thanks for all your nice reviews and encouragement. You have no idea how much you make me happy with each message miinaa.. I'd like to read mooore…..

Review :D

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