"You need to stop and rest, Kiba." Shino snapped at Kiba as they leapt through the trees. Kiba growled, irritated. Then, Hinata chimed in with her agreement.

"Shino is right..."

"No, because we need to get you back to the village right away to have someone look at your arm."

Hinata and Shino both sighed at his response, Akamaru letting out a concerned whine. Both Hinata and Kiba were injured, but while Hinata's injury was in her arm and it was relatively easy for her to make way back home, Kiba's injury was in his leg. Every branch he leapt from, he visibly winced with pain. But his attention was laser focused on getting home as soon as possible for Hinata's injury. He insisted it wasn't painful and it was only a few hours more to get home. Shino and Hinata couldn't convince him to stop. Even if they stopped in protest, Kiba would just go back and swoop Hinata up and carry her home, further exacerbating his leg. So they pressed on.

This behavior actually wasn't unusual for Kiba. Even before their romantic night, Kiba was protective of Hinata. When she got injured in battle, her safety was his number one priority. There were times when he could do absolutely nothing to help her, times when she was trapped or had an obligation to fill despite being wounded. He promised himself that any time he could keep her safe, get her home for treatment, he would. They were just lucky this particular instance happened at the end of the mission, so they were able to successfully complete it before going home. There were times when Hinata became injured before they were able to complete the mission and Kiba dropped the entire thing to get her home.

These instances were becoming rarer and rarer as she became stronger and more skilled. So when it did happen, it hit Kiba a little harder. Thankfully, Shino was generally in agreement with Kiba on protecting Hinata, so when it happened Shino would help force Hinata home. But on other missions, when it was Kiba and Hinata with someone else, they would generally argue with Kiba about whether to return early based on the severity of Hinata's injury. Kiba always won out on those arguments, though. There were few people who could stop him, possibly only Kurenai.

Once they finally reached the village, Kiba collapsed at the entrance. Hinata's cry garnered the attention of others who rushed to check on him.

"Damnit, Kiba." Shino grumbled, swooping the dog boy up and leaping away with him. Hinata quickly followed after.

"Shino, you idiot, you should be carrying Hinata." Kiba groaned, slumped over Shino's shoulder.

Once they reached the hospital, medics made short work of taking Kiba in, then eventually Hinata, leaving Shino to report in.

Both shinobi were released same day, Kiba being picked up by his mother and Shino taking Hinata home. In a rare act, Shino let himself into her home to ensure she got into bed. While Kiba and Hinata may be romantically linked, Shino was still their best friend.

"Thank you, Shino." Hinata curled into bed as Shino prepped tea.

"Just glad it wasn't worse." Shino peered over his glasses at her.

"Yes...I wonder how Kiba is doing." Hinata sighed, resting her head back.

"He's going to be fine." Shino's version of comfort. Hinata nodded as he approached with tea.

"Thank you."

"Of course. Anything else I can get you?"

"No, I'll be alright."

"Right. I'm also to inform you that you and Kiba are to rest for a week before continuing missions."

Hinata frowned as she sipped her tea. "Good luck telling Kiba."

Shino nodded and even let a small puff of air escape in amusement. "Feel better, Hinata."-

Kiba pouted in his room, glaring at his ceiling. It had been three days and his leg was feeling better, but he couldn't convince anyone that he was good to go. His mother and sister were taking turns watching his door like a hawk to prevent him from sneaking out. He felt like a damn kid again.

He was just so bored.

Then it hit him, her lovely scent, and he shot up. Hinata?

He realized he was right when he heard his mother greet her and direct her upstairs. As her scent grew stronger, his pulse quickened, darting his eyes around his room, knowing he didn't have time to tidy. A soft knock and Kiba called her in. She peeked inside. "Kiba? Is it okay if I enter?"

"Yeah, come on." He gulped, eyebrows raised with anticipation as she shut the door behind her. He soaked her in, wearing a simple kimono that she didn't often adorn outside of her home, but today she had. He didn't normally get to see her bare legs, even if it was just the bottoms of them. She carefully looked him over as well, sucking in her bottom lip as she observed his shirtless state. He looked down at himself, smirking as he realized she was essentially checking him out. He patted the space on the bed next to him. "How's your arm?"

"Oh," she breathed, looking down at her arm as she sat down, "uhm, all better. I came to check on you."

"I'm glad to hear it." He sighed in relief, gently placing his hand over the previously wounded forearm and rubbing it. He smiled as her cheeks turned pink. It brought him some satisfaction that even after all they'd been through so far, he could make her blush with a simple touch. "My leg is totally fine now, but no one will let me leave."

"Really?" Hinata looked over his leg, noting that his ankle was still wrapped. Kiba nodded, hopping up to stand. He was noticeably relying on his non injured leg for support and she frowned when she saw him wince. "Kiba, lay down."

Kiba chuckled as she tugged at his hand, following her command. "Kinda like it when you tell me what to do." Hinata gasped at his words, the pink on her face deepening to red. He grinned down at her, pulling his hand up to thread his fingers through her purple locks. He bit the inside of his cheek as he contemplated his next words. "I-I missed you." He hoped it didn't sound desperate. Relief hit him when she smiled.

"I missed you, too." She admitted, leaning up to rest her forehead against his. He let out an approving sigh as she reached up to massage the side of his head just above his ear. She had noticed it was his weak spot, where she could rub and cause him to instantly relax. He leaned into her touch, and when her fingers slipped away, he audibly whined, causing her to giggle. He opened his eyes to meet hers, cheeks high with a smile. The pace of his heart quickened again as her scent hit his nose once more, that feel good combo. Her eyes glanced around the room, then her eyes went wide. "You still have it?"

His eyes followed hers until he realized what she was talking about. A pressed violet sitting on top of his dresser, one that she had given him so many years ago. His cheeks burned slightly. "Oh-uh, yeah." He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Kiba, that's so sweet." She looked back at him, beaming. "It was the first one I ever gave you…well, except for the one before that."

"Cause I ate it, yeah, yeah. I'm an idiot." He grinned, looking at the flower now, reminiscing. He had kept the flower because of words she said to him that day.

"In Hanakotoba its meaning is 'sincerity'. No one is more sincere than you. It also means 'small love,' but we don't have to talk about that. although, I do love you, Kiba. So perhaps it is appropriate."

"We were 13…" She spoke dreamily, looking upwards in thought.

"You told me you love me." He twisted his lips, setting his eyes back on her. Her smile widened as he continue, "I didn't realize until then that I loved you, too."

"Kiba…"

"Mm." He shook his head and snaked both his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his lap to straddle him. Her little gasps fueled him further and he slid one hand over the back of her head, forcing her down into a kiss.

Their time together had been like some hallucination, every few days he was getting to do something he had been desperate to do for a long time.

The feeling of her chest against him and her crotch on his made him groan with need, the thin fabric of her panties and him in simple sweatpants making their arousal all the more evident. He gently pulled his lips from hers and moved down to her neck, soaking in the sounds of her panting in his ear. Fuck, he wanted her.

And he had spent every single day thinking about how much he wanted her. How much he wanted to know what it felt like to be inside of her. But he restrained himself last time, trying not to come off like he was looking for a quick fuck from her. He wanted her, but he wanted her to want him, too. He decided he wouldn't push her that far until she explicitly asked him. Ideally, she would be begging for it by that point, so he was doing his best to show off how absolutely amazing he could make her feel.

That's why he maneuvered them onto the bed, reaching under her dress to pull at her panties. He stopped himself from simply ripping them off, giving her the chance to pull them off herself. When she returned on top of him, he laid back and shoved his hands under her thighs, pulling her in one quick motion over his face. She gasped as she grabbed his headboard to steady herself, eyes wide as she looked down at him. He smirked at her look of surprise and laid a kiss on each of her inner thighs.

"K-Kiba-" she whispered, eyebrows tightened together as his lips trailed kisses closer to her heat. Without looking, he reached up to grab one of her arms and guided it over the front of her dress.

"Hold this up," he mumbled against her thigh. She obeyed with a whine, pulling her dress up so he could see her entire bottom half, and she could see his lips dangerously close to her clit.

Her scent really was heavenly.

"Fuck Hinata," he groaned as he used his forefinger and middle finger to part her lips, gently running his tongue over her clit. When she let out a moan a bit too loud, he reached his other hand up and clasped it over her mouth. "Shh. You gotta be quiet, okay?"

Her breath hitched as she slammed her hand over his on her mouth, whining and nodding. A low chuckle escaped him as he brushed his lips against her nub, whispering, "good girl." He got to work, slowly at first, tracing teasing circles around her clit, his fingers spreading her wide open. Her hot breath against his mouth as she panted encouraged him further, pulling the hand that was holding her lips open around her thigh. He pulled her in closer before growling, "sit, Hinata." She gasped as he yanked down on her thigh, forcing her to bury his face in her cunt. He let out an approving groan as he began licking with more fervor.

He darted his tongue into her cunt, and damn did she taste just as amazing as he thought she would. He couldn't believe how much he loved eating her pussy, and even more the way she writhed on top of him. He glanced up to find her taking her hand from his, catching herself against the headboard, still obediently holding up the front of her dress for him. He let his teeth scrape against her clit as he shoved his tongue as deep as it would go, licking into her walls with desperation. He was dying to make her cum again, harder than last time. He let out a deep growl when he felt her bite his hand in an attempt at forcing back her moans.

Fuck, that's an amazing feeling.

"That's right," he mumbled, between licks, "bite me as much as you want, baby."

The choked whine in her throat and the way her hips were starting to grind into his mouth gave him indication she was close. He wasn't going to let up, instead he squeezed his fingers into her thigh, hard enough to bruise, pulling her in closer than he thought was possible. He shoved his tongue deep into her, squeezing her pretty mouth with his hand as she nearly let out a cry. When he felt her swell around his tongue, an involuntary groan escaped him. He lapped her up desperately, gently releasing her mouth when her moaning subsided. He loosened his grip on her thigh as he finished her off, now using both hands to massage both of her thighs. She rested her forehead on the headboard of his bed, panting exhaustively as his tongue slowed.

He grinned with egotistical satisfaction, continuing to massage her as her breathing deepened, still sitting on top of him. He chuckled and teased, "must've been good if you can't even move, huh sweetheart?" She gasped, letting go of the front of her dress.

"S-Sorry!" She breathed, raising on her knees. He growled, possessively pulling her back down to lay a last kiss on her clit. "Kiba!"

"Fine," he huffed, releasing her. She shakily rolled off of him, slowly laying down to rest her head on his chest. He slid his arm under her, pulling her body close to his. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, pulling her free arm around him.

"Thank you, Kiba," she whispered, eyes closed and breathing steadying.

"Of course, princess," he whispered back, growing quite fond of calling her that.

She sucked in a shallow breath and lifted her head to look at him, "d-do you want me to…" she scanned her mind for the right words, "r-return the favor?"

"No." He shook his head, reaching up to tuck her front strands behind her ears. "Not today."

"Are you sure?" She looked concerned and he gave her a comforting smile.

"One hundred percent," he nodded, "you already did me a favor by letting me do that to you."

She relaxed and she let out a hum of contentment with his response, resting her head back down.

Her body was like heaven, and he was having trouble envisioning another passing moment without it being wrapped around him.