Part Two

They ended up under the same lamppost, eating snacks again, but this time, Naruto was drinking coke and Hinata warm coffee. He could hear Sakura's voice inside his head censoring her choice and thought about commenting on it, but then the same voice reminded him that coke had the same stuff that kept people awake at night. And really, if he was honest with himself, he wouldn't mind much if either of them didn't sleep for the next hours which contraries the purpose of not drinking alcohol.

Oh my god, what the fuck he was thinking? That was so wrong.

"Uh... Hinata."

"Hmmm?" She hummed back but didn't turn to watch him, her eyes turned to the sky. It was a clear night, it wasn't snowing despite the chilly winter air.

"I think... We should stop."

She still didn't turn to him, but her relaxed air disappeared and he could see her jaw clenching.

"Y-you are right. What we did today was v-very unprofessional."

He heard the tin of the can he was holding crack under his tight grip.

"Unprofessional, yes, that was it, very unprofessional dattebayo. Shouldn't have happened. Not in the office. Not at all."

"Yes." She agreed and the air became unbearable cold between them and maybe that's why he said next:

"But we are not in the office now... Do you... Want to go home with me?"

She finally looked to him, he felt the bubbles filling his tummy all over again, and they only grew bigger when she smiled that coy smile of hers and breathed "yes".

They did it in his shower, her hands pressed on the glass as he took her from behind, her damp hair gluing on her face and on his lips, the acoustics of the bathroom making her moans and sighs sound like the most beautiful thing he ever heard.

He wanted to return the favour and make her breakfast, but a) he had no food at home that wasn't instant ramen, and b) he didn't want to get up now. It was Saturday, thanks to her, he hadn't slept a lot – he knew she wasn't a kunoichi anymore, but she surely kept some sort training routine, because if he was known for his impressive stamina, nobody could say she was lacking – and she smelt so damn good he really just didn't want to leave bed.

Also, he sure hadn't planned that but he was grateful for having the maid scheduled for the day before. In the previous night, when they stood under his porch, he freak up for solid five seconds before opening the door remembering the mess his apartment usually were when there was only him at home, it was quite a relieve when he walked Hinata into the tidiest lemon smelling of places. He would have to thank Sakura for that. Or not. He didn't feel like letting her or Sasuke to know whatever was that was happening between him and Hinata.

The woman next to him sighed and rolled to face the ceiling. He propped himself on one arm and looked down at her.

"Good morning."

Her face tinted with soft red, and he wanted to follow the colour with his lips and the tip of his tong as it spread down her neck to the valley of her breasts.

"G-good morning."

He couldn't resist then, he dipped his lips to her neck, breathing her scent.

"Hokage-sama..."She sighed.

"Naruto."

"W-what?"

He turned his head up.

"I'd like you to call by my name, ok?"

She cupped his face.

"Okay, Naruto-kun."

He kissed her, slowly, lazily, never wanting to finish it. But when he did, kissed her cheeks, her jaw, sucked her ear tasting the metallic taste of her stud earring.

"Hey, what do you want to eat for breakfast?" The said with his face still in the curve of her neck. His voice sounding sultry. "It has to be something we can buy because I only know how to cook ramen."

He felt her body shake as she giggled.

"Hinata! I'm being serious here!"

"There's this bakery closer to here, they have the best chiffon cake with whipped milk and strawberries."

He wanted to lick whipped cream from her thighs and eat strawberries from her lips.

"Do you wanna go now?"

"Hmmm…" She made, and he felt the sound reverberating under his lips. "Not really, can we just…"

"Yeah…" He breathed on her neck and when she started to caress the hairs of nape of his head, he felt like he was in cloud nine.

"I know it is sort of late to ask, but is it ok for me to be here? I know you don't live alone."

He sighed and rolled away from her, his fantasy of all the dirty delicious things he wanted to do with her involving pastries dissolving.

"Well… There isn't anyone here to complain'ttebayo."

She rolled on her side to look at him.

"When will they come back, Sakura-san and Sasuke-san?"

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Why? Are you afraid I'll have to kick you out in five minutes? Because they will take longer than that."

"Ten, then?"

He laughed and turned his face back to her.

"Nah…" He put one piece of dark hair behind her ear. "I don't think they will be home until the end of the month. Hell… I don't even think this is their home anymore."

"I'm sorry…"

"No, it's fine. I knew it wouldn't last. Not for me at least. They want something else in life, I guess. And Sasuke will start wanting to have kids soon… It's for the best."

She felt her heart crumble for him, and it didn't help that his gaze, although towards her, was lost, like he was seeing someone else.

"They have anpan too."

"What?"

She felt so stupid after saying that, but she didn't know how to stop.

"At that bakery place. I've never had it, but they say their anpan is marvellous."

He smiled, and definitively having she at his focus now, and she relaxed under his gaze.

"Let's get some, then."

They decided that what was happening between them shouldn't happen at work, but they saw each other every day at work, so, of course, it happened a lot.

Most of the time she swore to herself she didn't intend it. Like, she was really worried that something was wrong when he had to use the bathroom –which to reach the door coming from his office you had to walk past her table – for the sixth consecutive time in ten minutes. She knocked the door and asked him if his was alright and the next thing she knew she was being pressed against the cool tiled bathroom wall and having her moans muffled by his mouth and her legs hugging his hips.

And it really wasn't intentional to kiss his lower back when he tried to help her to reach a box of files too high for her on the archive's shelf. It wasn't her fault if she couldn't resist then his shirt ridded up and she saw that delicious strip of skin that somehow still remained perfectly tanned in the mid of the winter, she needed to see if it tasted as good as it looked and god it certainly did. When he turned over with the box to look at her, she was feeling terribly self-conscious, but the dangerous look he gave her made her throat desert dry and her knees weak. And when he said, low and croaky "Lock the door, Hinata" she knew none of those files would be going to be dispatched as soon as they should.

But, to be fair, they did also work. Hinata never had a very busy social life, she mostly hang out with her former teammates or babysat for Kurenai on her free time, so, even before whatever was her new relationship – if she could call it like that – with Naruto started, she was already used to stay at work till after office hours. That Naruto was a workaholic she noticed when she first started to work for him, he would get at the office early and live late, but before he left the village, Sasuke would magically appear – sometimes accompanied of Sakura – every time Naruto seemed to forget to go home. Well, that wasn't happening any longer. That should be Hinata's job now, but Naruto wasn't working late when she knocked on his door, if she wasn't wishful thinking too hard, most nights looked like he was waiting for her.

But although they really thought they were keeping their – well, neither of them would use the word "affair" – secret, some people were just too damn smart for their own good.

"Should I ask what's going on between you and Hinata?" Inquired Shikamaru with the airs of someone who regretted his question even before he said it.

Naruto froze.

"What you mean'ttebayo?" He hated how his voice rose two octaves.

"We were having this perfectly normal, boring meeting, and then she came in to give you that form and you completely lost the track of the conversation, dropped your glass of water over the table and since when Hyuuga Hinata wear a cleavage?"

Naruto started coughing and hopped he still had his glass of water.

"You noticed that?" He said after taking a deep breath.

"I'm afraid every men in the room did. I'm engaged, not blind."

"I hope for your sake that Temari never find how you are using your sense of sight, then." He said bitterly.

"Look, if you don't want me to know, it's fine, and if wasn't any other girl I wouldn't care less, but Hinata is not any girl. She may left the compound and shinobi life, but she's still Hyuuga."

Naruto let the silence hang between them for a few moments before responding.

"I know. I know."

"So, what's going on?"

"To be honest… I'm not sure myself."

"So, you are not dating?"

"Nooo… Not dating."

"Then what?" He was getting exasperated.

"I don't know, ok? I just like being with her."

"How far you went with her?"

"Goodness! You are so nosy dattebeyo!"

"I am your adviser, and I have to know things to advise you. I take no pleasure on knowing about your personal life, but some of it can affect your position."

"It won't, okay? I'm not that stupid."

"You could have fooled me."

That night he said to Hinata he was going to home alone.

But he couldn't sleep so he texted her asking if she was awake, and he ended licking kuromitsu from her breasts.

Things went steady for a few weeks, the only thing they really agreed was not doing at the office anymore, but temptation was hard to overcome and neither of them were really trying. So she stopped going to work wearing pants, for skirts were so much more practical for quickies. All her tights gained holes in between her legs so she started wearing stockings and suspenders instead – and the look on Naruto's face when the saw them for the first time would forever hang in her hall of memories as one of the best of her life.

They usually ended their days on her apartment, it was closer to the Hokage tower but in a less busy street. They'd sleep together after sex, but he always left earlier than her to change clotting at his own house. She never asked him to keep stuff at her place, even if it was more practical, too afraid of scaring him into ending the fragile unnamed thing they had.

And, although, there was a considerably quantity of sex happening, some nights they just made out, or talked about silly stuff or made fun of people at work. There was even one night they had tried to cook, but that time ended with Hinata ridding Naruto on the kitchen floor and the next morning with they laughing in the shower every time they found a piece of food in a weird place.

But one morning, as Naruto got to work, he didn't find Hinata at her desk, but her substitute that usually worked in the first floor.

"What happened? Where's Hinata?"

The old woman looked unconcerned and didn't even look up to greet him.

"She called in sick."

That made no sense at all, true, they didn't sleep together the night before because it was her babysitting night, but she had been fine all day long. Had she came down with the flu? But he had kissed her when they had a quickie in the supplies room and he was feeling fine. Of course he had Kurama, but still.

"What does she have?"

"How should I know?"

"Such help you are."

He started to dial her number from his phone but no one was picking up.

"Oh, I don't think you will be able to talk with her, the service inside the hospital is the worst."

"She's in the hospital?!"

"The medical certificate she sent said that she would have to be there for a couple days."

"Then it is serious! Cancel my appointments I'm leaving for the day."

"But you just got here, and you have a meeting with the emissary of the Grass."

"Cancel it'ttebayo!"

A thousand of horrible things flooded his brain as he run for the hospital. How could he haven't notice that she was so sick? He saw her every day! Hell, he did her every day. He should have picked up something. He could be such a self-centred brick sometimes.

But all the horror stories he was telling himself got to an abrupt end when he reached her room at the hospital's obstetrics and gynaecology wing and found Shino coming out of it.

"Is she okay? Hinata, she's fine dattebayo?"

He attempted to get into the room but Shino stood in his way, silent as usual.

Naruto wasn't really paying attention because he was trying too had to not freak out, but even if he didn't it was really difficult to get from Shino's mostly hidden face what he was thinking, and still, his anger as palpable.

"Of course. It was you."

And maybe because Naruto was in fact freaking out and because he really wasn't expecting at all, when he noticed Shino's fist in his direction, it was too late.

A/N: Have I already told you that I should not be here? That I'm really behind on the actually important stuff in my life? Oh gosh. And Yeah, that isn't the last chapter, but I really hope the next one will be the last, and it won't come tomorrow because I really have to write these 5 pages of Time, Aspect and Mood.

But I'm really happy with the feedback I received for this fic, thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who faved and followed and reviewed this fic, you are all the best!