Hinata sighed. She got most of the headdress detangled from her hair, but Temari put so many pins in it that she couldn't tell what was pinned in and what was just caught in her hair. Hinata closed her eyes to feel the pins and remove them. She flinched when she felt hands replace hers.

Hinata watched Gaara in the mirror as he started to remove pins gently. She re-closed her eyes, welcoming the warm, tingling feeling of his fingers on her scalp. "I thought Temari was supposed to help you get this off." The pins jingle as he set them in the bowl on the sink.

"She was, but she was busy. I didn't want to pull her from her time with Shikamaru-san." Hinata explained. "She doesn't usually get that much time with him." Also, she was bordering drunk and likely wouldn't be much help. Hinata was glad she had a good time. She deserved it.

Hinata felt her head gradually get lighter as he pulled more metal and metal chains from her hair. She felt the entire thing moving. "Oh! I think you got it loose." Hinata pulled the rest of the headpiece out of her hair and hit a snag letting out a squeak. Gaara's hands reappeared in her hair, detangling the chains that got caught. "I'm glad this isn't a casual trend."

"You looked interesting in it." Hinata felt her blush and smiled warmly at the sink. "I understand the distaste, though." She giggled as he patiently pulled the last pieces of tangled hair from the links, and the chain was finally detached and set on the counter.

Hinata gave a heavy sigh as she started to brush her hair. Starting in short strokes to the bottom to slowly detangle it. Gaara slipped his finger around her waist, curling himself against her back to lay his head on the shoulder she left bare of hair.

"Tired?" Hinata whispered, amused by his cuddly behavior.

"It has been a very long day." Gaara groaned. "Shukaku's colorful commentary was slightly missed, especially when your clan was concerned."

Hinata tutted poor Gaara. "Did he like the wedding itself?".

"He's been silent for the wedding as promised," Gaara explained. "Still is. He might give his take tomorrow."

"Thank you, Shukaku-san." Hinata finished some full strokes of her hair. "Other side Gaara." She flipped her hair to the other shoulder and felt his lips ghost over her neck as he switched shoulders.

Hinata sighed comfortably. This was their wedding night. Tonight was not the night to push him away and talk about it. She continued her efforts for detangling while Gaara warmly curled his fingers into her light nightgown. "Did you enjoy your wedding day?"

"I thought it was lovely, there were some rough spots, but it was worth the effort that was put into it," Hinata confirmed. "I'm glad we had a Suna wedding." Finishing the last portion of her hair, she set the brush down with a click and sucked in a breath as Gaara pressed his lips to the hollow of her neck.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Hinata didn't want to tell him she still needed to remove the makeup. She turned on the sink, wet the cloth to wipe her face clean, but he didn't release her. He littered her shoulder and neck with slight tingling kisses as she tried to clean her face.

Gaara breathed over the wet spots he made as he moved his head back a mere inch. "I'm distracting you."

"You don't seem to mind." Hinata countered.

"You look like me," Gaara mumbled. Hinata realized what he meant and went into a fit of giggles. She was trying to remove the layers of mascara and eyeliner Kankuro painted inside her eyes. It made her eyes beautiful and didn't look heavy when it was in its proper place, but black makeup smeared across her cheekbones as she scrubbed. "It's not makeup for me, of course."

Hinata took advantage of his distance to bend over and splash her face. He released her while she cleaned the bulk of the makeup. "What is this made out of."

"Oils and minerals," Gaara told her bluntly. "It's probably mostly Kankuro's."

"I never thought I would be using my brother-in-law's makeup for my wedding." Hinata giggled and scrubbed the stubborn makeup until she was satisfied that no more would be coming off. Her eyes were still lined, and her cheeks and the corners of her eyes were red from rubbing.

Hinata turned around to Gaara, holding up the freshly rinsed cloth. "I know he's got you too." She raised it to his face, and he closed his eyes, letting her wipe the light makeup that was dusted on him against his will.

"I'm never letting Temari plan anything again. I hope you understand." Gaara lamented. Hinata giggled. Temari wanted his opinion on everything but never really considered what he said unless it concerned both of them.

"She wants me to plan her wedding." Gaara opened his eyes and gave her a frown. "She'll marry him someday, and I don't mind. I think she wants a Konoha wedding. Then she can use that garter she tried to force me on this morning." Hinata pouted and focused back on Gaara as she pulled the cloth away. He stared intently at her lip pressed out, and she felt self-conscious and heated under his gaze.

Hinata's hair was kinked and curled where it was set all day, and no brushing would get it out until she wet it. She still had makeup and rub marks littering her face, and she was in a thin nightgown she fought Temari for.

Gaara's hand came up between them and opened. Hinata glanced down at the missing piece of her headdress. Hinata brought in a heavy, warm breath at the asking motion. Gaara never seemed to realize his effect on her. Her eyes came back up to meet him as she placed her hand over it, taking it and silently giving her answer.

Hinata set the cloth and missing piece down blindly as Gaara leaned forward. The kiss was light, like the ones he gave, throughout the night, after the glass clinking. Hinata pressed upward, feeling the eager rush run through her. Hinata reached forward to curl her fingers into the loose tunic he replaced his wedding robe with, pulling him closer and lower. His fingers followed suit, curling into the fabric below her ribs on her sides. She shivered at the tips of his fingers, roughly brushing her skin. She reached up and pulled him more fully to her, drawing her arms around his neck. Gaara paused before sliding his hands down her hips, less sensationally and more just trying to figure out what else to do with his hands.

Hinata tried not to be amused by his confusion. She didn't know what she was doing, either. She tried to distract him by pressing more into the heat of the kiss and digging one of her hands into his hair. He found a place for his hands as they gripped tightly to where they were fumbling at her hips. She tugged him down and back until they both hit the counter harshly.

Gaara broke the kiss with a heavy huff and a searing look she had seen a glimpse of but never so fully. It was predatory, aroused, and … scared. Hinata gave him a reassuring smile, or what she could muster up from her own huffing.

Hinata tried to wet her dry lips, but they were recaptured more hungrily. She got a new idea for the kiss, curling her tongue against the inside of his lips, making him flinch. It was getting hard not to laugh.

Gaara fumbled to match her, but neither knew what they were doing. He let his hands slip lower on her hips, and she let out a heated whimper into their lips as a shiver went up her spine. Gaara froze entirely.

Hinata moved back, opening her eyes to blink at him. His eyes were wide, his lips were swollen, and his hair was a mess from her fingers. He panted, carefully pulling his hands away. "No." Hinata panted, tightening her arms and pulling him back to her. "I'm fine. It's okay."

Gaara studied her, finding no lie. He carefully reattached himself. He was more careful to focus his hands right where they were, much to her disappointment. They focused on the heat of the kiss, testing their virgin make-out session as thoroughly as they thought they knew how.

This time, Hinata had to break for breath and lower her face to his neck to huff heavily. She had an opportunity to return to him what he did to her. She littered his neck with light kisses between heavy breaths. Gaara lightly dug his fingers into her sides, releasing another shiver up her back as he tried to be gentle with his tightening grip.

Hinata lifted herself on her toes to continue the kisses higher up his neck, up the side of his jaw. He suddenly dipped down, gripping one arm around the small of her waist and the other to support her thigh, lifting her onto the sink counter. Hinata was assaulted with hot kisses across her skin. She dropped her forehead against his shoulder, digging her fingers into his shoulders and the base of his hair. Responding to her, he dug his fingers into her thighs, pulling another deep whimper from her.

Instead of stopping, he pulled her closer by her thighs. Hinata welcomed the new leverage. His chest's rise and fall were against her as they tangled. She felt his hesitation. He tightened his grip on her thighs, earning a squeak as he lifted her again by them with the leverage of her tight grip on him. They didn't make it far from the sink, distracted by her returning to his neck. He might have meant to head out the door, but her back bumped the wall instead.

Gaara kept her there. Hinata had no fear she would slip with the grip of her hands on his shoulders and the way he was pressing her into the wall. She took the chance to nibble over the nerve she knew was in the crook of his neck. His fingertips twitched against her thighs, and her back flattened more fully against the sand wall as he leaned into her. Hinata was able to curl one of her legs around his waist. The other couldn't make it up in the messy position she was pressed in.

Gaara's grip was soft despite his clear desire to dig his fingers into her skin. His hands trembled and fidgeted unsurely. He was holding back, and it was more teasing than he could ever know. His fingers would grip tightly then loosen, only to tighten again as he struggled to keep it gentle.

Hinata dug her fingers more fully into his back, trying to tell him it was okay. He only barely took the bait as he more fully held her thighs.

Gaara tried to imitate her, pressing his face into the bend on her back into her loose hair and gently nipping her skin. He was too gentle, trying not to hurt her, but she started getting frustrated.

"You're not hurting me. It's okay." Hinata huffed. Her voice was far too deep.

Gaara buried his face into her neck, pressing the bridge of his nose into her shoulder. He stopped and breathed there. She paused and waited. Something was wrong.

"Gaara?" Hinata asked, worried.

"I can't do this," Gaara mumbled. "Not tonight." He sighed into her shoulder, curling his fingers under her more fully to hold her more stably rather than in the heated press position they were in.

Hinata sighed, forcing out the tension she felt as she tried to force down her panting and growing warmth. "It's okay. We don't have to." She reset her arms to hold him warmly as he pressed his insecurities into her. She never thought she would be the one ready when her partner was not.

Gaara raised his head to look at her. He was ashamed and scared.

Her heart broke for him. "Gaara, it's okay," Hinata promised. "We're married. We have lots of time to be comfortable with each other." She cooed. "We only started a physical relationship. We don't have to rush into it."

Gaara glanced up at her, pressing a light kiss over her swollen lips before reburying his face in her hair. "He's going to give me hell tomorrow."

"Well, he shouldn't," Hinata said pointedly. "He promised to leave us be, which should go for our decisions tonight." She said pointedly at him but more at the dormant demon.

Hinata rubbed her thumb back and forth, lightly kissing his covered shoulder before laying her head down. "Let's go to bed then." She whispered.

Gaara lifted her again, making it through the door and setting her on the bed. She didn't release him. He needed the hug. With her safely on something solid, he curled his arms around her waist as she unwrapped her legs.

His grip suddenly got tighter. "Mine." He voiced almost childishly.

Hinata let out a giggle. "And mine." She promised, kissing the closest flesh lightly.

Gaara was embarrassed at best. Mortified at worse. He was terrified of hurting her, he had never been a gentle man, but he would have to be gentle with her. He wouldn't let her forgive him for hurting her because he wasn't paying attention or was too fogged, especially not this. Hinata encouraged him, but he lacked the confidence to give her what she was asking for.

Hinata curled around him warmly before unfurling and rubbing his arms with her thumbs. "Come up on the bed."

Upon release, Hinata turned to crawl across the bed. Gaara deliberately looked away from her hips. She seemed to have forgotten what she was wearing. She tucked herself down and tugged back the blanket fully, welcoming him. Gaara sighed, ruffling his hair almost painfully to resolve his frustration before curling into the bed with her.

If Hinata was amused by his act of childish tantrum, she didn't show it. She covered and curled around him as he buried his face into her collarbone, engulfing what was now legally his. Hinata Hyuga was his wife. Gaara never thought he would be okay with being married, but this woman was his. He got to keep her as long as she would have him. That thought made him content.

Gaara now had someone he was sure he cared about it, something he was never truly sure about. Baki could turn on him tomorrow, his sibling could condemn him for his past, and his faithful student would grow up and leave, but Hinata cared. She cared, and she was now bound to him willingly. She was willing and happy to stay with him.

Hinata was eager to kiss him, dug her fingers into his skin, bit his skin, and stirred heat he never thought he would feel so deeply. She knew when something was wrong and tried to fix it.

His.

Hinata brushed her fingers through his hair, taking out the tangles she put there. Her breathing evened out, and her hand slowed, finally limply laying behind his head.

It set in for him that she was sleeping in their bed, not the couch in his office. Their bed, he couldn't pin down why that was important to him. They fell asleep wrapped together before, but now it was entirely purposeful. They shared something. They shared everything now.

Gaara closed his eyes, pressing the last kiss to the skin closest to him.

His.