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"Where is your bathroom?"
Pale eyes have widened at such blatancy. It is surprising, but the kind that excites more than upsets her and she can't say that she finds it to be unacceptable. She even finds herself agreeing… appreciating the fact that he has thought far and thorough and quite unexpectedly.
So Hinata encircles her arms around his neck, devoting her eyes to the movement of his Adam's apple with unadulterated attention as he gulps down.
Noticing the slight defect on his composure is quite a good feeling. She knows she shouldn't show any positive reaction towards it, yet she lets her little smile put on show.
It is tiring; putting up walls.
Her voice is quiet and the way she gestures the direction towards their destination indicates more of excitement rather than what she thinks she truly feels; embarrassment.
When his feet take an acute turn, she tightens her hold around his neck, pressing her body flush to his chest, and she hopes that it's not enough to reveal that she is anticipating something… something that is going to happen between them.
Inside her humble bathroom, he settles her on the countertop the way he did her atop his mahogany desk some weeks ago inside his office; secured in a way that is gentle.
Sasuke's eyes roam around the small space and Hinata admires the way they settle to one object to the next as she silently approximates the thing he is truly looking for. Until, they settle to hers and she can't suppress the sudden urge to blink away her surprise. At the contact, Sasuke raises an eyebrow and the edges of his lips slowly curl into a half smirk.
Pale eyes flutter under drooping eyelids as they flash a look at his lips.
The smirk only grows wider.
"Towel?"
Hinata blinks again, rapidly.
It takes a moment for her to perceive his voice as more than a source of intense addiction.
Her eyes then lower towards the ground, hands feebly gesturing at the bottom drawer of the countertop she is seating on.
"It's here," she says quietly, flashing him a look before her eyes settle back downwards. "The last drawer."
Maintaining his gaze at her, he slowly kneels down, and only tearing his gaze away shortly when he retrieves the towel from said compartment. Obsidian and pearl eyes reconnect as he settles the towel beside her and even when he starts pulling her robe sideways to reveal naked skin of her clavicles, shoulders, arms, and even lower until the beige robe, now stained with dirt and specks of blood, is completely discarded and left to pool around her thighs.
With the towel now soaked with lukewarm water, Sasuke cleanses away all the impurities that are taking place on her supposedly flawless complexion and takes his time performing a thorough assessment of her wounds. Hinata's hands would curl into fists when he reaches her wounds and they would turn white when he rubs the ones that sting the most.
When it's time to tend for her deepest wound, he takes a pause as he wipes the perspiration on her forehead with his thumb.
"Hold on to me," he says, encouraging her with his gaze.
Hinata releases a bated breath but does as told. She holds him on the deltoids, tightening more when he begins.
It doesn't take long, contrary to one would have believed, for the both of them no longer have much patience. Sasuke finishes by fixing an impermeable dressing covering the whole span of the cut on her left leg.
The man came prepared; Hinata's insides are flipping and soaring relentlessly at the mere thought.
"Hold on tight," he tells her, both hands on her waist.
Settling her head on his chest beneath the chin, she holds on to him tightly.
He returns the sentimentas he lifts her up.
Her tiles are the colour of his eyes, a trivial finding he notices as he moves her to the wet area of her bathroom. He puts her down on her feet, her back facing the shower attached to the furthest wall.
Without much navigating needed and with her between him and the set of water devices, he lifts the lever handle and adjusts in a way so the water coming out of the faucet is of a comfortable temperature. He lets his right hand run by temperature-adjusting water while the other one remains comfortable on her waist. When the water finally matches his standards, he steps back, then pulls the diverter and the water pours down at Hinata in rivulets from the shower head.
The hand that was on her waist disappears leaving behind a warm invisible mark at where it was placed. Hinata inwardly mourns at the loss.
Through the running water that tampers with her vision, Hinata stares back—as much as it can allow without blinking too much—when Sasuke, completely dry with no water touching him in the slightest, gazes at her on the eyes. Eyes so dark yet she doesn't recognise any darkness from within.
Without tearing away his gaze, Sasuke's hands grasp at the hem of his Anbu summer shirt, slowly pulling it upwards, then over his head, and his torso is left bare when he eventually tosses said clothing to the dry side. When he pulls down his trousers along with the boxer briefs underneath, her eyes widen at the reminder that everything seems to be happening too fast—much too fast. Not that she would ask for less.
Unclad, Sasuke steps closer towards her, and with that also water pours down at him, wetting his hair, down to his broad shoulder, his hips, and flows to the floor beneath him.
His dark eyes scan around his surrounding randomly before they settle to a certain point behind her. Leaning slightly towards her, Sasuke pumps a handsome amount of body wash on his palm. Then, using another hand, he turns off the water, and rubs his palms together before spreading the pearly liquid on her shoulders, down to her arms and back again towards her clavicles.
"Better?" he asks, his tone serene.
Holding his gaze, Hinata nods slowly.
Now looking down, she then unclasps her bra, her movement slow yet assured, Sasuke merely stares in silence, both arms hovering around her figure. She bows smoothly, removing herself off of her panties, and lets the underclothing fall randomly around them, completely soaked and exuding a trickle of faint red towards the drain.
After being temporarily freed of his task, Sasuke now works on her back, tracing along the curve of her spine with both hands. He then aims lower to her waist, her taut abdomen, then back to her clavicles, deliberately avoiding her higher placed assets.
Hinata grips on his forearms when his right hand travels lower, slowly palming a breast, clasping gently, loosening his grip only to tighten again. Another hand slithers down to cup her bottom cheek.
"S-Sasuke… please," she whines, grips tightening when he kneads again without paying any attention to the center mount of sensitive nerves. "I can't… I can't take it anymore."
Unperturbed, Sasuke crouches down instead, aiming to both of her thighs, lingering longer on the inner sides. "Be patient. I'm only doing what you've requested."
This is all happening simply because she said she was filthy.
He takes his time rubbing each leg, takes extra care around her wounds and down to each little spaces between her toes. His eyes devotedly follow wherever his hands go, claiming every inch of her body physically and visually.
It renders this venture of ardour all the more intense.
Sasuke's hands eventually move higher towards her hips as he stands. "Once I started on things," he reveals, eyes smoldering in passion directed solely at her. "I had to finish how I like it."
Hinata suppresses a whimper when his hands leave to turn back on the water. He washes her quite thoroughly… given the circumstances. But once no more soap coating her skin, it only takes their gaze to meet again and another painstakingly long second of complete stillness before he crashes her lips with his.
Hinata doesn't need to wait further, because as soon as their tongues meet, her throbbing, dripping private opening also meets with his fingers. He inserts one deep inside and her legs almost give away her weight at the sensation. In quick movement, he pushes forward closer to her front, giving her quite a clear image of the captain's growing arousalwithout having to look and prompting her to take little and careless steps backwards until her back comes in contact with the cold tile. The sudden impacts on both her back and groin bring her to let out a moan but is swallowed completely by his mouth.
He inserts another two fingers, his movement is an honest embodiment of his impatience. Hinata tries to hold out longer, telling herself she has much more patience than the man over and over again inside her head. She doesn't want… this to end so soon. But then his lips leave hers and hungrily latch on her left nipple.
She can't take it.
Burying her face onto his hair and gripping him tight at the roots, she climaxes. But instead of producing a sound, she inhales deeply, drinking in the scent of something burning that he always exudes.
They both know her acute condition has ended. Nothing conspicuous really bonds them anymore.
But they do not let go.
Hinata wonders if doing what she wants would be taken as tainting her pride. Or… if choosing what she wants to do herself would mean she puts highly regard to her pride.
Would it be called as fate if she chooses it herself?
Contemplating her choices, she pulls his head away from her chest to look at his eyes—to search, explore, discover.
Her eyes widen when they meet Sharingan instead of obsidian.
That's when she sees. Sasuke is an Alpha and he sees only her. Only her.
So she chooses.
She kisses him, long, deep, and heavy. Sasuke's inner beast recoils deep into his core, giving himself up as a passive receiver possible. Hinata takes her chances, because they both tread on the same wavelength; he is letting her dominate.
But he eventually loses it when she boldly grasps his erection.
"Hinata," he groans. His intention was to warn her, but the two agree separately how it has sounded like a plea instead.
Hinata strokes him in a deliberate slow pace, giving more pressure everytime she passes his tip, not forgetting to pay attention to the base.
What happens next is a set of blurry images when he suddenly changes their positions. All she sees now are gray tiles—her bathroom wall—and when he pushes forward so his hard chest adheres to her back, she has no other option other than anchoring herself by placing her palms on the cold surface. She closes her eyes in anticipation, waiting for something she longed to happen, waiting for his dick to enter her.
What he does next is not what she has expected. Sasuke does not enter her, instead, he slides his erection along the length of her slick center, grinding, driving them both to madness. While it's not the same, she welcomes the new sensation nonetheless.
Sasuke's hands press on her thighs, leaving reddish imprints on fair skin, urging her to clasp his length tighter between her thighs. He kisses her between the shoulder blades.
Hinata cums, for the second time. But she needs more.
They need more.
"Sasuke, put it in."
His movement pauses for a moment short for he was temporarily tempted. But Sasuke is captain for a reason.
"Not today," he replies in between pants, returning back his pace. "We can't risk it."
The fact that he came prepared to treat her wounds but unprepared for what could happen, even as simple as pocketing a condom, shows her where his intention in paying a visit to her place truly lies.
The thought pleases her immensely.
"It's okay, put it in," she reassures, her determination unyielding. "Just don't come inside."
"You. Do. Not. Tempt. Me," he answers through gritted teeth, resolution faltering.
Hinata looks at him over her shoulder. His eyes are still red, burning, and seeing only her.
"I don't," she says firmly, "I need it. I need you inside me."
Sasuke grunts, shuts his eyes, his face revealing how shameful he truly feels, but then he slides into her.
Tears pool at the corners of her eyes.
Because this is the first time she feels him for what he truly is.
This is him, the true him.
It's them together, there is no barrier no matter how thin. She is crying out, uncontrollably so as she can barely hold it. It's too much. Somewhere behind or above or around or inside her head, he groans out her name. For a moment she forgets who is who, but Sasuke reminds her again and again. She wishes she could give him the same treatment, crying out his name instead of producing incomprehensible sounds, but he has successfully moulded her brain into chaos by thrusting, pulling, and ramming her insides without grace.
She fears for her life. At the same time, she's never felt more alive.
Her nose merely an inch from the wall and she doesn't care. Even if she breaks her nose at some point in the next minutes, it will not stop her. So it shouldn't stop them.
She doesn't have to worry though, or she has but for a completely different reason, because Sasuke holds her firmly within his embrace, anchoring her on place, pulling her closer, ensuring her safety. A leverage for him to thrust deeper, reaching her ends, to the place even he has yet to reach before. The possibility is endless.
It isn't just them having sex. It's more than that, way more than that. A connection between two persons,no, not persons, but between them. It connects them from core to core, end to end, piece to piece—irrefutable, unfathomable, mighty.
Her walls constrict, clenching him, keeping him in place. Something inside her is tearing out, forcing for a release, devouring her whole.
When she reaches the peak of the peaks, she can finally call him by his name—Sasuke—a pleasing harmony inside her head, but a wail in execution.
"Hinata," Sasuke grunts and thrusts, and she can feel her walls clench around him with every thrust, with every Hinata he groans out.
Again. "Hinata."
And again. "Hinata."
"Hinata." A few more hurried and hard thrusts, then he withdraws without delay.
Warm, thick, sticky liquid spurts to her inner thighs, dripping down to her legs, leaving behind evident trails of ejaculation.
Panting hard, she looks down, tracing whitish watery substance joining the course towards the drain. Sasuke is also looking down. Despite reaching detumescence and facing the true fatigue after unmasked off of his high, his hold on her tightens.
If only he knows as much as she knows, it is the only thing keeping her from falling.
Author's Note : Nope, the author here didn't forget about the promised update. As what I've mentioned before, after this update I'll be really taking my time with this story (I'm nearing board exams!), and I must say I'm quite satisfied with how things are done so far. In addition, this story has reached the stage where I can leave it as it is for longer than usual.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Until next time, guys, I'll miss you all.
- Crowds