Come In From The Rain | By : MrFreaky Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 9728 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
He'd been out there for more than an hour, messing under his hood. He seemed well prepared, but he was obviously lacking one thing: a cell phone. The rain was coming down in sheets, banging against my roof like bullets. There was no lightning or thunder, Just the rain, but the rain was more than enough to make the situation extremely uncomfortable.
She couldn't see him that clearly as he hopped in and out of his car every five minutes or so, probably trying to warm up before trying something else to get his car moving again. One thing was for sure: he was built. He had on a orange jacket that he had taken off and sported an white muscle tee that was hugging his body something fierce. She could make out his physique thanks to the street lamp about twenty feet from where his red Shelby ford Mustang GT500 Super Kyuubi had broken down. Lickety-split, the man was thick.
She felt kind of guilty. She had no idea why. She was sure most of her neighbors saw him stranded out there as well. As quiet as her neighborhood was, something out of the ordinary rarely goes unnoticed. Still, the fact that the tall blonde man was out there struggling on one of the worst nights weather wise, of the year didn't sit right with her. What harm would it do to offer to let him make a phone call, loan him a flashlight or let him warm up by her gas fireplace for a moment?
She had on nothing but a knee-length flannel nightgown, a present from her cousin Neji, who was always worried about her catching colds even though she was well into her thirties and had been independent for more than a decade. She went to the closet in her foyer and found her London Fog overcoat, quickly throwing it on and sliding her feet into a pair of rubber rain boots.
She was about to open her door when the phone rang. It was like something out of a horror movie, the loud ringing serving as some sort of warning not to go outside, or the Boogie Man might get her.
Snatching the receiver upon the third ring, “Hello.”
“Hey, Hina, it's me!”
“Me who?” She asked coldly. She knew it was her ex Kiba but played dumb anyway. She didn't want him to think that he could phone her at will and get her excited.
“This is Kiba.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? Is that all you have to say to me?” he asked.
“What else would I have to say?” She replied. “I haven't spoken to you in weeks.”
He laughed into her ear. “Hina, I haven't called because I figured you needed some time to calm down. That immature tantrum you threw the last time I saw you was totally uncalled for.”
Now it was her time to laugh. “Immature tantrum? The fact that you even know that word is a feat in itself, I'm not the one that tried to bring some Jerry Springer-type drama into the mix. You had your whore calling my office demanding that I stay away from you.”
“I didn't tell that tramp Tamaki to call you,” he said with disdain. “I don't even know how she got your number in the first place.”
“Obviously, she got it from you. Even if it was indirectly. I'm just glad she didn't find out my home phone number, because it really would have been on.”
“Forget her.” He got quiet for a few seconds; without question trying to strategize his next move. “I made a mistake, Hina. I had a weak moment. What can I say? I'm all man.”
“Is that the best you can do?” She yelled into phone, “What can I say? I'm all man?” She mocked, then she started laughing, “ and your not, all man that is. If I remember correctly you came really fast within seconds actually.”
“Hey, I was just excited because it was my first time.” She could practically hear him sulking now.
She moved the curtain aside on her front door to see if Mr. Built was still out front. He was, poor thing.
“Hina. How about I come over?” Kiba said. “It's raining cats and dogs, and I know how horny you get in bad weather.”
No matter infuriating Kiba was, and trust he was, he had a point. She was horny, but not desperate enough to allow a dog back into her temple. “Why don't you call your side bitch? I'm sure she's down, the way she was sweating you.”
“I don;t want her, I want you.”
“Too bad.”
She slammed the receiver down on it's cradle and grimaced so hard out of anger that she activated her byakugan.
“I'll show his ass.” She murmured to herself.
TBC
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo