Songs: Hey You - Shakira
Say Anything - Kate Voegele
Gasolina - Daddy Yankee
Love's Not a Competition (But I'm Winning) - Paramore
Paradise - Vanessa Carlton
Feels Like Tonight - Daughtry
Make You Happy - Celine Dion
Yesterday - Toni Braxton
Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri

Chapter 4

She blinked at the situation she found herself in. Blinked at the way her insides curled as Naruto stood over her. Blinked at the hand reaching out to her.

She pouted her lips at the hand. Arched a brow at the fact that Naruto was looking everywhere but her. Brought her brows together at the realization that this accidental incident wasn't going the way she first hoped.

That had to change.

Somehow, he had done it; the right thing. Somehow, he had forced his instinctive urges away and reached his hand out. Managed to keep it out for her to grab, and nothing else. He was proud of himself, but couldn't bring himself to look at her at the same time. That would be asking too much from him - to look only at her face and not stray to other, lovely, beautiful things. But then she spoke, and things changed.

"Sorry, Naruto-kun." At his name, he looked at her.

"That was my bad," she continued, shifting herself to sit up, bringing her arms shyly into the sides of her chest.

"Forgive me," she finished in a whisper, as his throat dried.

He knew she couldn't have meant to, but that didn't stop his body from reacting. Her arms pushed her bountiful breasts together, enticing him with what could only be an invitation. His mind went blank. He couldn't remember what she said, or why he was holding his hand out between them.

She smiled. Faintly. She couldn't give herself away. She wasn't sure if it would work, but judging from the way his eyes instantly caught on, she knew it did. Coyly, she reached her hand out to his, coincidentally sweeping her right leg as she pulled herself up.

He landed with perfect precision. Right where she wanted him. Right where he belonged. Right, smack dab, in between her breasts.

He wasn't sure what happened. He wasn't quite sure where he was. He only knew that he didn't care. It all happened so quickly, and ended just as fast, but it was soft, warm, with an intoxicating scent... and just so soft. For just a second, the terrifying thought of what he could possibly be shoving his face more and more into, crossed his mind.

She enjoyed the fleeting seconds of his heated breath tickling her. It was too soon that he shot himself up, staring down at her in mock horror, one of her signature blushes choking his skin. She had to admit they looked much better on him.

"A-Ah!" He choked, pointing at her accusingly.

She looked up at him in mock surprise, acting embarrassed. Truthfully, she was enjoying herself and couldn't get enough of his expressions taking turns on his face.

"N-Naruto-kun, s-sorry! I-" she looked off to the side, trying to think of something to say, "I thought you w-were going to pick me up. I didn't know, sorry."

She looked at him with a familiar burn on her face. The only difference being that, this time around, she loved the sensation. She didn't feel embarrassed. At least, not nearly as embarrassed as usual. If her blushes started to feel like this from now on, she wouldn't mind them so much.

He felt bad. He should have known she didn't do anything on purpose. But even though he knew better, he could have sworn she tripped him. Not that he really minded, of course. Not when there were excruciatingly soft landing pads to break his fall. But. But he knew Hinata wasn't like that, and wouldn't appreciate his thoughts about it. Because, oh, he had them... He tried stopping himself, but couldn't help but think how nice it would feel to land on them with his hands.

"A-Ahh... no. I'm the one that's sorry, um." Realizing their position, he shot up to his feet and away from her, "T-This... ahh. Here."

She bit her lip at the wonderful way he reacted, all flustered and blushing. He was adorable. It made her want to jump on him, hug him, and kiss him all over. He was so cute, and it made her fall in love with him all over again. Made her want to be his. To be everything for him.

His hand reached out for her again, but not before handing her his jacket and waiting for her to zip it up. It disappointed and delighted her at the same time. Because even though she was now wearing his jacket, she felt like her playful interaction with him was over.

Spontaneously, he ended their training session, deciding they had done enough for a day. She could hardly get a word in edgewise before he was dashing off, telling her she could give him back his jacket some other time.

She felt conflicted. She had just had the most fun she was sure she'd ever had in her life, but the way it ended was abrupt and entirely too short. To be fair, she wasn't sure if she could ever get enough, but she had at least wanted a little more. Just a little.

She sighed, gripping the ends of the sleeves. The sleeves of his jacket that were just a few inches too long on her. She brought the ends to her mouth, covering the forming frown on her face. Enjoying the scent left behind, she dragged herself home. And, even though it was torn, the shirt she wore underneath was sure to become a treasured keepsake.

Note: Lolol. You guys thought there'd be a lemon.