Author here! sorry for the shortness. Next chapter will be longer and will answer more questions. Good news is I have half of it done. Bad news is I still need to write the other half. I was going to wait to post it together into a jumbo large chapter but felt I'm taking to long to update. So here's this chapter! Enjoy.

Disclaimer- Naruto doesn't belong to me.

Night Lover

"Greetings, Lavender bakery shop bakes anything from as big as a wedding cake to as small as a cupcake. How may I provide you with my service today?"

"Shino?" Hinata tiredly named him.

"Hinata? Morning. Is there something you needed?" To anyone else, Shino's way of speaking would sound bored and uncaring but to Hinata, it was sincere. That was just the way he was.

"Actually, yes, Shino. Some things have come up and I won't be able to go to the shop today or maybe several days after. I was wondering if you could take care of the place for me?"

"I will run it as efficiently as I can. Why? Because you are my friend and friends help each other in need."

She couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Shino. You're one of my greatest of friends."

"And Hinata?"

"Hm?"

"You sound exhausted. Take care of yourself."

"I will, Shino. Thank you again."

Click.

She laid tiredly on the sofa and groaned at the dreaded light leaking in through the blinds. It was much too early with such little sleep. Forcing a stretch, she pulled herself up from the couch. Tiredly looking at the still closed door of her room, where she assumed Naruto was still asleep.

She blushed at the returned memories. He did not only steal her first kiss but also gave her oral. She blush deepened before shaking her head to stop thinking of such perverted things. Getting up as quietly as possible, she went to the restroom and brushed her teeth. Stripping off her clothes, she went to turn on the shower but paused when she saw mirror.

Eyes widening, she touched the red bruises on her neck. A rosy red blush intensified. These were not bruises but Naruto's love bites. Inspecting herself further with the mirror, she found more red circular marks around her thighs and lower stomach.

Quickly turning away from her reflection in embarrassment, she turned on the shower knob as she tried not to think about the things that went on last night. She didn't need to remember how hot her skin became when his calloused hands touched her, how soft but rough his lips were, or how he ignited a strange yearning in places that never knew pulsed so deliciously!

Hinata huffed. She shouldn't be thinking of this! It was making her feel just as hot as before. Hinata ran her hands over her heated face.

She wasn't dumb. She was smart enough to know she was turned on from her sex-ed classes back in high school but The thing is she never went out of her way to learn anything more on the subject than she had to. She never... touched herself. And since last night, she had this growing pressure heavily weighing in her begging for some kind of release.

Dropping her hands into her chest, she anxiously bit her lips.

Growing slightly curious, her shaky hand slowly and hesitantly slide down her lower stomach. Her heart achingly fluttered when a fingertip touched a black curl, making her body feel both weak and tense at the same time. Her exploring finger traveled lower make Hinata yearn in anticipation.

It wouldn't hurt to experiment, right? People always told her she should learn more about her body. To get to understand first hand her likes and dislikes. Doing this wouldn't be a bad thing. Doctors have claimed it was healthy and if doctors say it it wouldn't hurt to try just this once? It'll just be a one time thing and she'll never do it again.

Her finger hesitantly moved lower and for the first time touched foreign soft silky skin. The contact made her mewl in shocked delight. It felt no where near as good as when Naruto touched her but -by god- was it still amazing. Her finger traced her sensitive slightly wet lips from the bottom to the front, where she felt a perturbing little nub. Touching it made her back arch and lean on the shower wall with a huff. Uncontrolled shivers ran down her body making her free hand clasp over her mouth. This felt so good.

Feeling more confident to be adventurous, her index finger lightly traced the entrance of her womanhood. Pushing it in, she flinched in slight discomfort. Unlike Naruto's tongue which easily and deliciously slid in her, her finger felt largely uncomfortable. Her insides muscles clenched tightly around the digit as if wanting to get rid of the foreign object. Complying, she removed her now-wet digit and rose it front of her face to inspect it.

She was disgustedly yet oddly fascinated by the white gooey substance on her hand. She bit her lips in remembrance. These fluids were the same whiteness that was all over Naruto's lips last night.

Embarrassingly closing her eyes, she moved her hand back down to focus solely on the outer sensitive lips. This time her mind wandered to Naruto. She couldn't help but imagine him doing these things to her and invoking such intense feelings.

In her mind, his half-lidded eyes would be hungrily dark, practically black. He'd smile and teasingly lick his own lips as he neared his face between her legs. And as if it were a meal, he'd thank her for his food and dive in. His tongue would lick her weeping heat before burying itself deep into her folds.

Hinata shuddered from her imagination. She wearily realized her clit became a lot more sensitive and hard underneath her slick finger. She heavily breathed as she began to thrust her hips into her hands. The growing coil was becoming too unbearable for her to stand. She was getting closer to the peak that had never been reached before. Just a little mor-

Her elbow somehow hit the lotion bottle, knocking it off the counter and making it fall and hit her foot. Hissing her out of her lustful state, her clutched her ankle in pain.

"Ow," she forcibly whispered, not wanting to wake her guest next door.

After the pain dimmed away she can't help but feel utter embarrassed of what she was doing. She paled. She was as bad if not worse than the men who buy Naruto. To think of him in such a perverted way- to touch herself with him in her thoughts- What was wrong with her?!

Determined to never think of this again, she decided to stop wasting water.

Quickly jumping into her shower and ignoring her core pulsing, she finished the rest of her routine. She put on some black tights with a loose faded purple t-shirt. She put her long violet hair into a bun and gave herself a once look over in the bathroom mirror. Eyes snapping to her hickeys again, she grabbed a scarf and put it on to conceal the angry red spots.

There, she looked perfectly normal aside from her tomatoed face. Stepping outside the bathroom, she saw Naruto waiting on the other side.

He looked adorably tired. His eyes were groggily shut as a bit of saliva leaked from the side of his lips. His hair was a complete mess, sticking everywhere and anywhere, and his hand snuck underneath his shirt to scratch his bandaged chest. This let her get a sneak peak at some un-bandaged tan skin near his waist line.

"Morning," she nervously greeted and snapped her gaze to a much more appropriate place, the floor. She couldn't look into his eyes. Her shame of what she was doing earlier was too much.

The blond became wide-awake at her voice and rubbed the saliva away. "Hinata? Morning!"

She timidly smiled. "I-I just finished so the restroom is all yours," she quickly said before stepping aside and giving him room to enter.

"Ok. I'll be out in a bit. I just gotta take a quick piss," he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Hinata couldn't help but gap at his crude choice of words. She covered her face with her hands and let out a tiny laugh at the unexpectedness. Shaking her head in bewilderment, she walked towards the kitchen to make some food.

This man was unbelievable. He brought so many emotions out of her that she never thought she'd ever feel. He made her frantic, worried, lustful and just a train wreck of emotions. One thing was for certain was that Naruto really brought change in her boring stable life.

Smiling, Hinata began breakfast by cracking some eggs into a bowl.

Naruto was really something else, especially when he smiled. It reminded her of the first moments when the sun light breaks through a terrible long lasting storm. If she didn't know better, she'd say she was getting a crush.

Hinata paused mixing the eggs in the bowl.

No. This could not be happening. She, Hinata Hyuuga, was not and could not be falling for a prostitute. Oh my heavens no.

She returned to spinning the spoon in the bowl but with much more vigor. She added some salt and tried her best to ignore the heaviness growing in her chest.

She was not falling for him. She will not fall for him. It would never work to begin with and-and he touched her inappropriately! She read a article not too long ago of a study done on women falling in love with their abusers, like kidnappers or rapists, and how mentally weak-minded these woman were! Not that Naruto was really a abuser or anything like that but it was the same concept! This 'crush of hers' wasn't healthy and she would not think of him like that.

"Hello again," Naruto greeted, breaking her from her thoughts. He eagerly sat down at the table looking absolute perfect with his messy blond hair with a few lose strands falling just above his expressive blue eyes. A large smile, curling even the whiskers on his cheeks, made its way to his face. "So, uh, what cha making?"

"Eggs," she replied and quickly faced away from him.

Hinata fidgeted as she felt confused watchful eyes bearing on her back. She couldn't face him. Not now. Not when there was a possibility of her gaining feelings for him. Naruto must've sensed her avoidance because he kept trying to catch her gaze throughout her cooking.

No. These emotions were just friend's feelings. Nothing more. Nothing less. Plus he was a prostitute! Which meant he didn't do commitment and probably had like a dozen of diseases. This man was bad for her. Maybe if she repeated it enough times, she'd convince herself.

Once she nervously served the omelette, her male guest dug in just as ecstatic as the other time he ate a meal but this time he seemed to be throwing more uneasy glances her way. She hardly took a bite of her food.

"Are you feeling okay?" He hesitantly asked as he gulped down the last piece of tomato.

"Um, yes, yes," she quickly said as she picked up their plates, hers still having all the food. "I just called for a day off of work. I think we should stay home till most of your injuries are healed."

"I'm fine. I can tell you feel uncomfortable around me right now. Heck, I would be to if I was a girl housing some random guy who came onto me. I mean, what the heck was I thinking right?" The rambling Naruto stood up from seat, "Ah, um, well I'll leave now and return at night-"

"No," her eyes finally firmly met his, "I already told you those bruises look painful so I'm sure they must be feeling very sore right now. It's best to rest and I'll check how it's healing later on in the day."

Naruto frowned and intently stared at her. She wanted to flinch and look away but forced herself to keep still. Hinata didn't know what the young man was searching for but he seemed to have found it when he satisfyingly smiled. She return a small unsure one of her own.

"If you're sure?"

"Positive," she said in relief at the end of their stare off, "you can go watch some television in the living room while I go wash the plates. They're starting to pile up from yesterday."

"No," he abruptly walked to the sink next to her, "I'll wash them."

"You don-"

"Please," he interrupted and practically begged, "Let me wash them. I want to- no- I need to do something helpful around here."

He looked very determined. Something strange swirled in those twinkling blue eyes of his making her give in.

"If you're sure..." She conceded.

"One hundred percent!"

He excitably grabbed the yellow sponge on the side of the sink and began scrubbing away the crumbs and stains off the plates. The way he worked so diligently and cheerfully made her earlier nervousness dwell.

No matter how attracted she was to him, she wouldn't let 'this crush' get in the way with her in helping him. These couple of days he was under her care might be his only time to be properly healed.

Naruto happily hummed away as he rinsed off the soap. Hinata smiled till her eyes land on the circular smoke burns on his neck. She bite her lower lip and awkwardly glanced at her tile flooring. "Naruto?"

"Hm?"

"How'd you end up... Working for that man that sold you to me?" As silence stretched the room, Hinata worried she likely crossed a boundary. "You don't need to answer. I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable. I shouldn't have asked."

Naruto turned off the faucet and paused staring down the sink. He let out a long sigh before turning to her and giving her a sad smile. "No, it's fine. I'll tell you. But I think it's best if we sit down cause it's kind of a long story, you know."