Series: Naruto
Pairings: NaruHina
Author: Lynns
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi
Type: Alternate Universe/Romance
*Warning, Sexual Content in this chapter! You have been warned!*
Sparks Fly
Chapter 5
The Akatsuki Bar was incredibly loud and noisy. So much so that you could not hear the announcers on the large flat screens commenting on the Football game playing. Every seat had been taken, and all the tables were packed to their capacity . . . and Naomi loved it. So when she heard about the retirement party for Jiraiya, she accepted the invitation without any second thoughts. After work, she had dashed back to camp to change into regular clothes along with the rest of her crew before hopping into a truck and making their way to the local bar.
Naomi sipped on her Gin and Tonic, not really caring what her crew was talking about but more so scanning the place to pinpoint her next prey. There were so many options to choose from, but one electrician, in particular, had caught her attention. To her, he was very mysterious, and perhaps that was because the man rarely showed any signs of emotion. She saw him smile on the odd occasion, but that only happened when he talked to the pink-haired safety coordinator. Although truth be told, one of the main reasons she was so intrigued by him was when she witnessed him sparring in the gym late one night.
She had been in the corner stretching when she had heard two people come into the already dead gym. Barely giving the two a glance, she had continued on with her routine, but the sudden sound of grunts and something being punched caught her attention. Naomi had sat there in awe as she watched the two electricians from Hyuuga Electric spar, her mouth drooling from the sweat pouring down their muscular, slim bodies. While the blonde one was cute, he did seem a bit on the foolish side; however, the dark-haired one was more the type she usually went after. For over a month, she had been trying to figure out how to approach him. What could she say to him? How to get his attention? How was she going to seduce this one so that she would have him in her room crying out in pleasure by the end of the night?
He almost seemed like a ghost on site. You would briefly see him around, and then the next moment, he was gone. Here at the bar, though, this was the first time Naomi had seen him for longer than two minutes, and he was sitting less than five feet from her. She couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought that perhaps finally, tonight, she would get to sink her claws into him. However, she was slightly disappointed that he still had yet to finish his first drink after an hour. The other electricians were at least three drinks in, but he had barely even gotten half past his first beer.
It's so much easier talking to ones like this once they've had a few drinks in them, but I don't have all evening to wait for him to get plastered. The night is young, and I want to have him for as long as possible. If only he would at least look at me and take his eyes off that safety coordinator, then I could really get this party started.
Her eyes darted about the room as she took another sip of her drink. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a few other men checking her out from the different trades. A loud laugh from the corner of the room caught her attention; four electricians were at a small table and having mini arm-wrestling matches. Rock Lee and Might Guy were going head to head and only focused on their game; however, the one with dark scruffy hair gave her the look. The four empty beer bottles in front of him were a clear sign that he was wasted, and while he was staring at her as if she were a piece of meat, his friend, who was wearing dark shades, whispered something into his ear. Rolling her eyes, Naomi turned her attention back to her prey.
A rush of adrenaline hit her when she saw five of the electricians leave for a smoke break, including Sasuke. Naomi knew that only three out of the five smoked and that the other two were just tagging along to grab some fresh air. Tilting her head back, she downed the rest of her drink and slowly followed after them. She glanced behind to ensure the pink-haired safety coordinator stayed in her seat as she walked past the door. The smoke pit was a bit of a walk from the bar, and she knew this was her time to "run into" him to start a conversation. Otherwise, her plan wasn't going to work at all. Nevertheless, she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face when she saw the two girls on the crew were staying behind to watch the football game on the screen.
Briskly she walked down the hallway to the side door, her eyes looking around to see what would be the smoothest way to bring him to her hotel room once she had caught him. Naomi tucked herself behind one of the fake plants to watch the group from afar as she reached the entranceway. The three that were actually smoking she had met on the odd occasion. Jiraiya, of course, she knew since this whole party was for him, but Shikamaru and Asuma she had yet to say a word to. However, Naomi was aware that the two were on the QA/QC team. Sasuke, the one she was trying so hard to go after, was conversing with the blonde one, Naruto. The two of them were a bit off to the side so that they weren't directly beside the smokers. At one point, Jiraiya yelled something to Naruto, and she watched anxiously as the blonde started walking toward the parking lot. Sasuke began to head towards the door she was at after giving his co-workers a small wave.
Grinning from ear to ear, she backed up into the hallway, already playing the scenario out in her mind of how this would go. When she heard the door opening, she made her move, walking as if she was a little tipsy and purposefully running into him. He caught her easily, and when her hands grasped his biceps, she felt her body shudder with excitement.
"Oh goodness, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you like that!" She kept her voice cheery and slapped a drunk smile on her face, hoping it would fool him. "I was just looking for the smoke pit."
Her eyes glanced up to see what his reaction would be. Naomi was at least expecting him to look surprised, or perhaps he would smile a little bit with the fact that he had a woman in his arms. But, instead, all of that came crumbling down with the emotionless stare he looked down at her with; in fact, if she didn't know any better, she would have thought he was angry with her. It almost felt like he pushed her away before taking a step back.
"It's fine; the smoke pit is just past these doors." And without a second glance, Sasuke headed back towards the bar.
Panic quickly started to take over. This had never happened to her before! Usually, the men would try and have a conversation with her, not push her aside like she was an unwanted meal.
"W-Wait! I think I know you! You're Sasuke, right? I've seen you around pad 12 quite a bit."
He stopped, and at first, hope bloomed inside her chest that maybe this was it; however, when he turned around, the look he was giving her made her heart stop.
"And you're Naomi, Project Manager for Suna Scaffolding. I've seen you around as well, particularly when you spy on Naruto and me sparring in the gym."
All colour drained from Naomi's face.
"I know you think we don't notice, but I've seen you stretching in the corner of the gym behind the spin bikes, and technically what you're doing isn't wrong, but I must say it is very annoying."
She didn't know what to say. Wracking her brain, she tried to think of anything that could salvage this situation; however, it felt useless, like sand slipping through your fingers no matter how hard you tried to make a fist.
He turned around again and started to head again back to the bar. Feeling desperate, Naomi rushed forward and grabbed onto his hand, "Wait! I'm sorry, it's just I . . ."
Suddenly he whipped around. Naomi almost screamed as her back was pinned against the wall, his hands on either side of her head. Anger was radiating off him, and the expression on his face was so terrifying that it made her physically flinch away from him.
"I know what your intentions are; I'm not blind. So let me be 100% clear on this. I am not interested, will never be interested, and if you even try to come near me again, I promise you it is something you will regret. I'm in a relationship and have no desire to be looking at anyone else. Leave. Me. Alone."
And With that, he turned away and disappeared.
It took a solid minute for Naomi to calm her breathing and get her bearings straight. Never before had this happened. Usually, she would be kissing her prey by now, and they would slowly be making their way towards her bed. But, it seemed as though she had been entirely wrong about this one. The anger and animosity he showed towards her . . . it seemed like this wasn't the first time someone had tried to approach him with that intention of getting in his pants.
Trying to compose herself, Naomi marched straight outside and towards the parking lot. She felt defeated and sick to her stomach. Taking a deep breath in, she attempted to calm her racing heart and contemplate whether or not she wanted to go back to the party. Stopping by a black truck, she leaned against it and pulled out her phone.
There was already a text from her husband. He was bragging about the blonde he had slept with that night and how he was looking forward to hearing who she had managed to nail that shift. It was a game they played while at work. While away, they would each try to nail one or two people, but then they would only sleep with each other at home. Fingers brushed over her own hand, almost expecting the feel of her wedding band, but she knew it wasn't there. It was tucked away safely at home, which was the only place she ever wore it. However, with her night ruined, she almost felt like throwing in the towel and just heading to her lonely hotel room for the night. Seeing the pictures of the blonde he had been able to hook up with really made her green with envy.
Blonde . . .
Naomi's head shot up. She hadn't seen the blonde electrician back with his friends when passing the smoke pit, so did that mean he was still here in the parking lot? Putting her phone away, she quickly walked between the vehicles, listening to see if anyone was out there with her. A truck door slammed nearby to her right, and immediately she headed towards it. Being careful not to make any loud noises, she peeked around a welder's truck to see who it was. Naruto was leaning up against the Hyuuga Electric truck, a drunken smile on his face as he stared up at the night sky. Even though he wasn't her number one pick, she couldn't deny that he was very handsome and that he had one of those smiles that just made your heart melt.
Easy prey. Perhaps this night will not be a waste after all, and soon I will have him wrapped between my legs. . .
Suddenly he laughed out loud to nobody, and she took this as her opportunity to strike.
"You alright there? Or did the truck tell you a funny joke that I didn't hear?"
His head turned towards her, and it was clear as day that he was buzzed with the smile he gave her.
"Heh, nah, I was just thinking of something funny. I'm fine, thanks. I just came out for some fresh air."
Naomi internally grinned at how well this was going. "Hmmm, I see. Well then, may I join you for a moment?"
Before he could even answer, she stood beside him, making sure she was as close to him as possible without physically touching him. Crossing her arms, she strategically put them under her breasts, ever so slightly making them a bit bigger so he would notice. Her eyes glanced up to see him staring at her; this was almost too easy.
"You're Naruto, right? I've seen you a few times at the gym in the evenings, but I've never had a chance to talk to you. I'm usually busy dealing with Gaara or Kakashi from Hyuuga Electric."
Naruto's eyes widened, "Oh yeah! I remember you now! Your name is . . . is . . . a frick me it starts with an 'N.' But, wait! Don't tell me, I got this! I do know this one!"
Naomi wasn't sure if she wanted to smile or roll her eyes at the cutesy, almost childlike behaviour he displayed.
"Naomi! Your name is Naomi, and you're with Suna Scaffolding!"
Smiling, she gave him a small applause of approval, "Very good! I'm surprised you remembered!"
Naruto grinned from ear to ear. "Ah, well, I do apologize about that. I've got quite the buzz going on, and my minds a bit fuzzy."
Perfect.
Things were going so smoothly. Right now, she just needed to keep him talking while ever so slowly hinting at what she wanted to do with him.
"That's quite alright. So, do you know Jiraiya well? I hear he has worked for the company for over 35 years."
Naruto nodded, "Yup! So not only was he my mentor, but he was my father's mentor too!"
Excitedly Naruto pulled out his phone and, after searching, he passed it over to her to reveal what seemed to be a picture of him as a young boy, a young man with spikey blonde hair and Jiraiya looking about 15 years younger than he was now.
"Not only that, he's a great friend of the family! We have him over for dinner all the time!"
Naomi nodded. "Oh, I see! That's very interesting; tell me more."
As Naruto continued to talk, she was only half paying attention to what he was saying while taking this opportunity to look through his phone. She found the favourite's folder and started to swipe through the pictures there. A part of her was curious if Naruto was in a relationship or single; not that it mattered to her, though. Most, if not all, of the pictures were of him with his friends, family, and co-workers. Naomi passed through the photos one at a time, and she was starting to think that this man had never had a girlfriend.
Is he gay? No, that can't be right! I would have seen his boyfriend, at least in the pictures. But, wait. . . don't tell me I'm about to sleep with a virgin! Oh my god! If that's true, then this will be one hell of a night!
As she was coming to the last few pictures, she paused upon finally finding one that had a single woman in it. She had long dark hair that had been curled, pale violet eyes, and it seemed this was taken at Christmas Party. The first one was the female in the picture walking towards whoever was taking the picture and bringing over a few glasses of water. The next one was a huge group photo with Naruto standing close to the dark-haired girl, but the following picture had been edited so that the two of them stood side by side. And the last one of the Christmas party seemed to be a video of Naruto dancing with this girl, but she didn't dare play it.
Perhaps an old fling he had a few years ago? Looks like these were taken a while ago, but no matter. He won't have any other girls on his mind while he is with me.
"Those are some very nice pictures you have there, Naruto. You seem to really love your family and friends."
The blonde electrician stopped talking for a moment to give her a big smile, "Yeah! They are all really precious to me!"
Handing his phone back, Naomi decided to keep the ball rolling. "I didn't see any of your girlfriends."
If he had been sipping on a drink, this would have been the comedic moment where it would come spluttering out of his nose. But, instead, Naruto started to cough a bit, turning away from her while stuttering, "Ah ha . . . w-well you see I don't, I don't have a g-girlfriend! I just work a lot, you know! Always up here working and trying to save up for a house!"
As he continued to stutter, Naomi began to make her move. She moved closer towards him ever so slightly, brushing her arm up against his. "Oh well, that's a shame. You're so sweet and handsome, I for sure thought you would have been taken by some lucky lady."
Naruto blushed, and she smirked.
His piercing blue eyes looked at her, "Well, back at you too! You're very beautiful and have been very kind to me! I'm surprised your boyfriend isn't out here!"
Naomi paused and bit her lip. She turned around to look away from those eyes; they almost seemed like they were looking into her soul. When was the last time Taka had called her beautiful? Hell, when had been the last time any guy had called her beautiful? It was always pretty or sexy.
"Ah, well . . . I don't have a boyfriend. Never been the committed type. I just enjoy a man's company for an evening and then continue on with my day."
Technically speaking, it wasn't a lie. She didn't have a 'boyfriend', but this was usually where her prey then offered if they could spend a night with her, but Naruto said nothing. She didn't know what kind of expression he was wearing, or maybe he hadn't heard her with her back turned to him. Just as she was contemplating about turning around, two strong arms wrapped around her shoulders and embraced her in a warm hug.
What the . . .?
As quickly as it happened, Naruto released her and turned her around, "I'm sorry if that was so sudden, but it just looked like you needed a hug." Once again, his blue eyes pierced into her soul, almost as if he was able to read everything about her like a book. "I'm sorry if this is me jumping to conclusions, but it seems you've been hurt in the past by some douche bag that treated you poorly. Just by looking at you, I can tell that you've worked hard; your strong build tells me you at least hit the gym five times a week, and your diet is probably on point, meaning you're very well disciplined. The project manager of a company means you've worked your ass off there and probably had to put up with a lot of crap with people in the company. I've talked to your co-workers, and they have nothing but nice things to say about you! Which tells me you're a kind and understanding boss."
Naomi's eyes widened, her mouth open in shock as this man continued to compliment her.
"It really makes me sad to think that you don't set the bar high enough for yourself. Sleep with a different guy every time? I feel like that's a mask you put up to hide the hurt of being betrayed. You get what you need out of them first and then send them off without a second thought before they can hurt you in any way. I won't ask what happened in the past, but you need to find yourself a nice man who tells you you're beautiful every morning! Now, wait a sec! I know what you're going to say! That there are no nice guys at all, right?! I agree with you that they are far and few between, but they are out there! It might take a while, but you just need to keep looking through the vast ocean of love and find your one fish! Or whale! Or maybe they look like a shark all nasty and mean, but really they are sweet on the inside!"
Naruto's grip on her shoulders didn't loosen, and he continued to talk to her about finding love. She wasn't sure what to do or say anymore; this never happened when she tried to hook up with anybody else. Yet here she was, standing in a bar parking lot, being told she needed to be strong and find a man who would be faithful to her.
But that had already happened . . . at least in the beginning anyway. At first, she had held her standards very high, and when Taka had appeared into the picture, her life was on cloud 9. Everything had just seemed to be falling into place; finding a loving and faithful man and stepping up in her career with Suna Scaffolding. Soon she was a Field Foreman and getting married, but alas, her happiness only lasted a short while. The marriage soon became boring, and it was the same thing every day. Their sex life suffered greatly, almost to the point that she pretty much told him to sleep with someone else . . . and he did. Then, feeling it was justified, she too found another to lie with for a night. It was almost as if a switch had been triggered; after each knowing they had slept with someone else, the sex between them was wild. Thus began the game of who could find the best catch at work. Naomi knew it was wrong and that this wasn't how a healthy relationship between a husband and wife worked . . . but for the time being, it was the only thing working, and she was going to have fun with it. She tried to keep it quiet at work that she was married, but someone had let it slip. And while that didn't stop her from sleeping around with anyone for the other trades, she had at least put one rule in place to have no unwanted drama within her company.
Do Not Sleep With Any Scaffolders. EVER.
She had seen too much drama beforehand and vowed not to make the same mistake when she became the project manager. Granted, Naomi kept it to only one guy per shift and always made it clear that this was a one-time thing and that they would never speak of it again. Which, nine times out of ten, the man would happily agree on. However, tonight was turning into a bizarre one, being rejected and now being lectured on finding love.
"Just don't give up, okay? And when you do find your special someone, just make sure you always communicate with them! Especially when it comes to sex! My mom told me the sex life between husband and wife will either make or break a marriage; you got to keep on top of that and make sure you always talk to your partner."
That snapped Naomi out of her stupor, "Your mom told you that?"
A deep red blush spread across Naruto's cheeks, "Ah well . . . if you know my mom, she doesn't hold back any punches, especially if it's something most people find taboo. Granted, it was during her and dad's 25th wedding anniversary a few years ago, and she might have had a few wines in her, but regardless, it is true, right?"
Naomi didn't answer; her eyes were down on the ground. She wasn't sure what it was she felt right now . . . guilt? Regret? Anger? Perhaps the way things were going on with her marriage wasn't great, but could it be fixed now? Or was it too late? She glanced over at Naruto, who was smiling at her kindly, and she didn't like it.
Most men didn't care what she was feeling. They just caught on with what she wanted from them, not try and have a conversation with her. At first, she wanted to throw in the towel and give up trying to find a one-night stand for the shift. Her mood to find someone was pretty much depleted, but when she glanced back at Naruto one more time, a tiny spark lit inside her.
She pushed aside her thoughts and concerns for later. Right now, she focused on the man in front of her. He was handsome and kind, a complete flip from the usual ones she would go after. However, something about him drew her in; it made her want to at least get an appetizer before trying the main course.
"I suppose that is true. Thank you, Naruto; no one has ever talked to me like that before."
His hands dropped from her shoulders, "Hey, don't mention it. Well, it is getting late! And I don't know about you, but I would like to have a few more . . ."
Before he could finish, Naomi walked up to him, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him towards the truck behind him. Naruto's back hit the door, and he looked down at her in shock.
"Naomi?!"
She didn't speak.
Instead, her hand reached up to caress his cheek, and fierce green eyes stared lustingly into his confused blue ones. Then, before he could say anything, she leaned up on her toes to kiss his Adam's apple and began trailing her mouth along his neck. His body shivered against hers, and she knew it wasn't from the cool weather; he liked it.
"I appreciate what you told me, Naruto. I really do. So, now I'm going to give you a reward."
"W-wait Naomi . . . I . . ."
"Shhhhhhh." She pressed her finger against his lips. "Just relax and enjoy this. I promise no one will ever find out about it. Just enjoy the moment . . ."
It looked like he was about to protest again, so she silenced him with a hard kiss. At first, the kiss was somewhat awkward, as if he had never kissed anyone before. But, then, their lips slowly danced together, as if she was teaching him the waltz for the first time. They started off at a leisurely pace, but soon the tempo quickened. Naomi almost gasped when she felt him take over the lead of their lip dance. Soon his beginner waltz lips were taking her straight to an advanced tango. She hummed approvingly when feeling his tongue seeking entry into her mouth.
Yes! Yes! Yes! This is what I have wanted all night!
His hands, which at first had been resting by his sides, snaked around her waist to pull her in for a deeper kiss. She could taste the beer he had been drinking, and the way his tongue played with hers just sent shivers down her spine.
Naomi wanted more.
However, she had been quite sincere in promising him a reward first. Pushing her original plans aside, Naomi pulled her lips away from his and started planting soft kisses down his neck while her slim hands softly caressed his chest.
"Naomi . . . I . . ."
"Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart. You'll enjoy this . . ." She whispered against his neck. While he still felt a little tense, Naomi continued to run her hands across his chest and arms while her lips played with his neck. She could feel his muscular form through his shirt and couldn't wait to strip it off him later. Soft grunts and moans slipped past Naruto's mouth as she caressed his body; his eyes were tightly shut as if he was trying to fight the feeling off. Smiling, Naomi slipped her hand further down his body, her fingers briefly playing with the top of his pants before slipping inside his jeans.
Blue eyes flashed open, but before he could stop her or say anything, her lips crashed onto his, silencing any protest he may have had. Her hand slipped further down until she found her prize between his legs. He shivered against her, and a low groan left his throat as she started to slowly stroke him. At first, she was testing the waters, seeing how big he was and if she wanted to continue on this ride or not. She smiled upon feeling that he was average, not too small, but not too big either. She delighted in the sounds coming from him, and it excited her how his body was pressed up against hers. The high she got from this quickly spread, and she was eager to give him his reward.
Her free hand unbuttoned his jeans and slipped the waistband of his boxers down to expose his manhood to the night air. Then, free from the constricted jeans, Naomi fully stroked his smooth length. The action caused Naruto to tremble against her, his body fully leaning back against the truck for support while she pleasured him.
Naomi's own body was getting excited from the act, and she wanted nothing more than to bring him to her room for the night . . . but first. . .
Her lips left his before he could react, and she sunk to her knees, eyeing up his manhood closely as she watched her hand stroking it. His face was confused at first; however, his eyes grew wide as he realized what she was about to do. Before Naruto could stop her, she gave him a big smile before leaning forward and kissing the tip.
"Ah!" Naruto cried out, his hand gently grasping the side of her head.
She smiled victoriously. As her hand continued to stroke his erection, she began planting small kisses and licks along the length of him. His eyes were tightly closed again, and she took the opportunity for a home run. Pulling back slightly, she fully took him into her mouth; the sound that came from his throat sent shivers all over her body. Closing her own eyes, she focused on pleasing him. Swirling her tongue when she could, keeping her hand at the base of his length so that her fingers could continue to stroke him if she needed a break. His breath was coming out in short pants, and the way his fingers were twitching on the side of her head meant he would soon be over the edge. Naomi quickened her pace, wanting to feel the satisfaction of pleasing a man as she brought them to their climax.
"Ah . . . oh god . . . yes . . . oh god Hinata . . ."
She froze.
Actually, both of them were unmoving on the spot.
Naomi pulled her mouth off of his erection and glared up at him. Then, she stood up immediately and took a few steps back, "What . . . what did you say?"
Naruto wouldn't look at her. His erection was far gone now, and she watched as he covered himself back up. He was mumbling to himself as he buttoned his pants back up. She felt anger boiling up inside and wanted nothing more than to start yelling at him but froze when suddenly he hit the ground on his knees.
"I'm so sorry, Naomi! I shouldn't have let this happen!" Naruto bowed forward as he apologized. "I should have tried to stop you. The entire time you were kissing me, I was thinking . . . I was thinking of someone else. Someone who I . . . I . . . god, I'm so fucking drunk I can't get my words straight! I want someone else! I've wanted her for a while now! I'm such an asshole for letting you get that far with me and my mind pretending it was her, but I'm glad we stopped. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Naomi continued to glare at him, not sure in the slightest what she wanted to say to him. It didn't take a genius to figure out who he was talking about. The dark-haired girl he had pictures of . . . it was clear enough that he liked her, and she should have put two and two together.
Before she could say or do anything, Naruto stood up. He gave her another apologetic look and started walking back towards the bar, leaving her there in the parking lot.
How long she stood there by herself, she didn't know.
Seconds?
Minutes?
An hour?
At first, she felt like crying, but that emotion was quickly taken over by rage. Anger, fury, wrath; she wanted more than anything just to beat the crap out of somebody and leave them there for dead. Fists were clenched tightly by her side as she stormed through the parking lot and towards the hotel.
I've had enough! This is complete horse shit! Not only was I rejected, but I had my second choice guy call out another woman's name while I was sucking him off?! Are you fucking kidding me right now?!
Luckily no one crossed her path as she walked past the bar or the gas station and finally made her way to the hotel lobby. As the sliding doors opened, she made a hard left to head towards her room. All she wanted was to beat the crap out of her pillows and then fall into an exhausted sleep. Just as she was about to reach the elevator, a voice called out.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
She turned around quickly, preparing to chew this person a new asshole for daring to try and speak to her. But instead, standing in the hallway by the ATM was another electrician she recognized; his messy brown hair was hard to miss, and his dark eyes were looking at her with genuine concern.
Kiba. Kiba Inuzuka, the other lead hand on pad 12. They called a 'Casanova' on site, although I have yet to see him sleep with anyone at camp. Perhaps it's just a stupid rumour going around . . . but right now I don't care . . . I really don't care at this point; anyone will do right now!
Naomi strode forward towards the drunken electrician, feeling desperate and not wanting to give it a second thought. His eyes were wide at her forward advance, but she didn't care; her hands reached up to grasp the neck of his t-shirt and pulled him in for a rough kiss. At first, he didn't kiss her back, but she kept trying as if she were pleading with him to return the gesture. Soon enough, his lips began to move with hers, his arms firmly wrapping around her. Finally, after a few moments, she pulled away, staring into his dark eyes as they both panted for air.
"You were looking at me tonight, weren't you? At the bar . . . you and your friend with the shades were in the corner."
Kiba nodded, his arms still wrapped around her.
"You want me?"
He nodded again.
"To be clear, this is only a one-time thing. I don't want any calls or texts after this. Right now, I just want to take you up to my room and fuck your brains out. Understand?"
When he nodded again, she brought him down for another kiss before they started to stumble their way to the elevator.
She wasn't exactly sure how they had gotten into her room, but somewhere between feverish kisses and heavy petting, they made it. Naomi found her shirt being pulled off and tossed across the room as soon as the door closed. Lips clashed again as they made their way toward the bed. Kiba tripped on his own feet and fell onto the mattress with her in tow. He laughed for a second, but immediately a groan left his lips when her hands started to play with the belt and the button on his jeans. Slipping her hands into his pants, she pulled them down just enough so that she could free his erection. Then, without missing a beat, she went down on him, swirling her tongue and giving him the same treatment she had given the other one, only this time it was a bit rougher and more rushed.
Kiba's head threw back, letting out a string of moans and grunts as she worked her magic on him. She could feel him getting hotter and harder in her mouth, but instead of letting him finish, she wanted to move on to the next step. Pulling her mouth away, Naomi stood up so she could remove her own clothes. She smiled devilishly at the man on her bed as she put on a small show by bending over slowly while she removed her jeans. Once her pants were off, she immediately climbed on top of him and was ready to get the show underway . . . but suddenly, he flipped her over. Her back hit the mattress, and for a moment, she was completely confused about what was going on. However, the seductive look he was giving her made her pause.
"You think I'm just going to let you give me pleasure like that and not return the favour?" His tongue slipped out to lick the edge of her ear. "Sorry, but I don't play like that. So hold onto something because this is going to be one hell of a ride."
Naomi could count on one hand how many times her husband and one-night stands had gone down on her. Usually, the night was filled with her warming them up with a blow job before getting right into the action. Tonight, however, was turning into such a topsy turvy evening that she was starting to think she had wandered into Wonderland. However, at this moment, for the first time tonight, things were going better than she expected. Perhaps it was true that Kiba was the player around site, because the way his tongue and hands played with her body had her squirming more than a worm on a hook. His hands caressed her sides, running along her rib cab before sliding up to pinch her nipples; however, it was his tongue that was driving her crazy. Naomi's hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, her head tossing and turning while whimpers and moans of pleasure from her mouth echoed throughout the room. The coil in the pit of her stomach was winding tighter and tighter, she couldn't wait until it sprung, and she would feel that sweet orgasmic release.
Naomi groaned with disappointment when he stopped, but it was only short-lived when he slid up and moved her body so she was lying on her left side. Then, straddling her left leg, he brought the right up so her ankle rested on his shoulder. Then, in a swift thrust with his hips, he slid his erection inside her wet womanhood, both of them groaning in pleasure as they became one. Then, with one arm wrapped around her leg, he began moving inside her. Kiba's free hand moved between her legs, his fingers playing with the sensitive nub that sent shocks of pleasure coursing through her body. Naomi closed her eyes and focused on what her body was feeling, wanting the sweet release of an orgasm to consume her.
The coil snapped.
She tossed her head back and cried out, delighting in the orgasmic shocks that spread throughout her body. Naomi moaned approvingly and opened her eyes to look at the man who was still fucking her. He had a wide, toothy grin on his face, and once he realized she was starting to come down from her orgasm, his hips quickened in pace.
Position after position, orgasm after orgasm, the two used the room to their full advantage. Naomi was positive that she would get a noise complaint from the hotel staff, but to be quite honest, she didn't care. This night was turning out to be by far the best she had ever had. Either Kiba was more experienced than she thought, or the man just knew by magic how to please and touch a woman. Whatever the reason behind it, she was now glad that her first two choices of the night had been a complete dud. Kiba had exceeded all of her expectations, and just as she was about to experience her third orgasm with him, Naomi was almost sad that this would only be a one-time thing.
Perhaps I could bend the rules and take this one for a ride again . . . oh god, this feels so good!
Naomi dug her fingers into the sheets, rocking back against Kiba as he fucked her from behind this round. She couldn't wait to tell her husband about the night she had experienced; he would be so jealous. The loud grunts coming from Kiba told her he was about to climax again, so she squeezed her inner muscles tightly to help him reach that ecstasy high once again. His thrusts became quicker and more urgent. She couldn't help but smile; however, the words that escaped his lips when he climaxed left her feeling empty.
"Ah . . . Oh god, Hinata!"
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Green eyes slowly opened to stare at the two computer screens in front of her. The memory from the end of the last shift was still fresh in her mind and hurt more than she wanted to admit. Seeing that the update on her computer still wasn't done, Naomi growled in frustration and headed to the break room to grab a cup of coffee.
She briskly walked down the hallway and paid no attention to anyone that said hello to her, clearly not in the mood to speak with anyone. Rounding the corner, Naomi was thankful that no one was in the break room and that she could grab her cup of coffee in peace without talking to anyone. Once she added her liking of cream and sugar, she headed back to her office and almost dropped the steaming hot cup when she saw someone sitting in her chair.
"Ah! God damn it, Yamato! How many times have I told you to stop doing that?" Naomi almost wanted to throw her hot coffee at the pipe fitter Project Manager but thought better of it; no use in wasting good coffee over him.
Yamato laughed and got out of her chair, "My apologies, I just like the look on your face every time. Do you have a second, or did I catch you at a busy time?"
Sitting back down in her chair, Naomi glanced at her computer to see the update was only at 65%. "I have a bit of time; what do you need to talk about?"
The smile on his lips disappeared, and he closed her office door to give them privacy. "Everything okay? So far this shift, you've been on edge and snapping at anyone who talks to you. I just wanted to see how you were doing."
Naomi let out a soft sigh, spinning around in her chair so she didn't have to look at him and put her coffee down. "I'm just really frustrated. Things didn't go according to plan last shift, and I'm still thinking about it."
"Work-wise or in your personal life?"
She gritted her teeth.
This is none of his fucking business! I'm just going to tell him to go away! I do not want to talk about this . . . why should I be talking to him about this?
Naomi froze and bit her lip.
No . . .no, I can't do that. If I do that, then I'm no better than the last project manager . . .
Trying to find the right words, she opened her mouth, "Both. Because of things going on at home, I may have stepped on some toes here at work as well. I'm not proud of it . . . but at the time, I was just so angry I wanted to . . . I don't know, get revenge, I guess?"
She looked over at the pile of requests from Hyuuga Electric, pleading for scaffolders to come to pad 12 and begin the work there.
"Hmmm. That is quite the dilemma. However, I take it that the damage is repairable? I won't ask what happened, but perhaps there is a way to make amends?"
Naomi frowned, "I guess, but . . . it just hurts too much to forgive them that easily! They made a fool out of me!" She grabbed a file folder off her desk and threw it at the wall, papers flying all over the room.
Yamato didn't say anything but instead picked up the papers that had fallen to the floor. As Naomi stewed about her anger, her friend turned the chair around so that she was facing him.
"Again, I won't ask what happened, but have you talked with these people about how much they hurt you? Because if they don't know, maybe they're not seeing the whole picture here." He grabbed one of the sheets of paper that had fallen to the floor. "No matter how flat I make this piece of paper, there are always two sides. You know your side of the story, but do you know what the story is on the other side?"
Naomi remained silent.
"I hate to be blunt, but you can't let your personal life interfere with your work, Naomi. You know that up here, we all need to work together. Think of it like all of us being a giant wheel for things to go smoothly and successfully. The more we work well together, the smoother the ride will be; however, once there's a crack in that wheel, it's only a matter of time before the whole thing breaks."
She paused for a moment. "Was it Gaara that asked you to come and talk to me?"
Yamato chuckled. "No. He was just trying to figure out why there was going to be a delay on pad 12. Actually, the only thing he asked me was how big the project was that we needed the whole scaffolding crew in the plant. Which, don't get me wrong, Naomi, I'm glad you sent most of your guys over to us. They got the scaffolds we needed to be done in no time, but . . . I know you've been struggling to keep them all busy in the plant the past few days when there is clearly work for them elsewhere."
Naomi sighed again.
As much as I hate to admit it, he is right. But, unfortunately, this isn't working out and now, not only am I suffering, but if this continues, my guys will be unhappy too with my attitude.
"I'll think about what you said, Yamato. Thanks for your words of wisdom, but I really need to get back to work right now." The small sound from her computer chimed to let her know the update was complete.
Yamato nodded, gave her a pat on the shoulder, and then walked out.
Naomi wasn't sure how long she sat there staring at her computer screen. Her mind was processing the steps she wanted to take next and in what order she wanted to complete them. Fingers drummed along the edge of her desk, and she took a deep breath before grabbing the phone nearby, dialling the number of the scaffold foreman in the plant.
"Hello, Obito? It's Naomi. How's the work coming along?" she asked.
His response was what she was expecting; work was way ahead of schedule, and soon there wouldn't be anything for them to do. She apologized to him and said there was a mistake on her part and that if her next phone call went smoothly, the boys would have plenty of work tomorrow. After saying goodbye, she briefly hung up the phone and dialled another number. It barely rang once before the soft voice of Gaara answered the phone.
"Hey, Gaara, it's Naomi with Suna Scaffolding. Would I be able to send my guys over to pad 12 tomorrow, or would that throw a wrench into your plans?"
Hearing his words of relief that they would get the scaffold crew tomorrow made Naomi smile a bit. As she planned out what tomorrow's schedule would be like with him, her eyes darted over to her phone to see a text message from her husband. Biting her lip, Naomi briefly wondered about calling Taka after her conversation was done with Gaara. However, the logical side of her brain told her she needed to clean up one mess at a time. She had her work mess to clean up right now, which was going more smoothly than she had thought. At first, she thought Hyuuga Electric would be furious with her and demand to know why they were now allowing the work to continue on pad 12. But Gaara had nothing nasty to say, only thank yous and how happy he was that work could continue as planned. Once they had a solid schedule worked out, she hung up the phone and glanced over at the clock.
It would be time to head back to camp in half an hour and then begin the real clean-up that she was dreading. Sighing sadly, she sent an email to her husband that said, 'We need to talk, and it can't wait till I get home'. Naomi wasn't sure how the conversation would go, but it needed to be done before things got worse. And once that was taken care of, she needed to have a good talk with both Kiba and Naruto.
To Be Continued . . . .