Kiss
Hyuuga Hinata's first kiss wasn't romantic or sweet. It wasn't the kiss little girls dreamed of growing up. It was a frantic press of Naruto's lips to hers when he found that she had survived the war, filled with relief and concern. It wasn't pretty, they were standing in the mud behind a tent, rain pouring down. And in all honesty, it was awkward. Neither had followed up on the kiss, and for the longest time they had pretended it never happened.
The next time, they were drunk and skilful lips had been pressed to hers. Kiba had found out about her first kiss and decided to show her what a real kiss was like. She responded by telling him she liked her first kiss better, which had made Kiba smile and joke about her taste in men. Then she punched him.
Her third kiss had been with Naruto again. It was text-book perfect. The sun was shining, flower's were blooming and they had just finished a picnic lunch on top of the Hokage monument. Sakura and Ino had swooned when she recounted that one.
Naruto had kissed her many times since then, small pecks on the cheek, soft kisses between sweet nothings and deep heady ones which had left her gasping for air.
But in her heart, her favourite would always be her first.