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A Small Crack in Perfection
By eternalshiva
Disclaimer
I do not own Naruto nor do I make any monies off this Fanfiction. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
AN – Oh mai! Another chaptah. I guess you're lucky after such a dry spell. Can't promise I'll update this soon again, so enjoy it.
Many thanks to perpetual159 who saved my ass in this chapter, she did more than that but I'll stop here before she gets big headed. Did I ever mention how awesome she is? She's super awesome. Oh and she beta'd too, like a champ!
All Hail Queen Perpetual-chan! Go read Clones!
Thank you Jolly for the beta :)
WARNING – If you don't like smut, well… go read something else.
Chapter 13
The Basics of Economics
The sound of feet woke Hinata from her light slumber.
She could hear as soft shuffling made its way up the hall and into the kitchen. She blinked slowly, trying to clear the sluggish feeling of an unfinished nap. She focused on the clock to her right and blinked again. The green of the digital time keeper blinked once as the minute changed.
11:52 p.m.
'Almost midnight.'
Hinata pushed the covers off while stretching and muffled a squeal that escaped her before she decided to sit up in bed. She heard some sounds seeking refuge under her door, and automatically arched a curious eyebrow; the sound was definitively too heavy to be the natural vibe of the house.
'He's probably just standing there,' she mused groggily.
Her feet touched the cold floor and she stood unsteadily, fighting the heavy slumber that still itched to drag her back into the comfort of sleep. Yet, she wouldn't let it get the best of her. She had a mission to accomplish tonight.
Her eyes focused on the slick dark wood of her door and she stepped forward. The space seemed longer than anticipated, but once across the threshold, she pressed her ear against the wood and listened carefully, wondering if Naruto was still there, or if he had taken off to his room.
"Hinata?"
The knock, although soft, was loud and deafening with her temple pressed against the door. The heiress clutched at her ear, stumbling back in surprise from the unexpected apparition of her thought. Without really knowing why, she trapped her gasp with her hands and didn't reply to his query.
"Must be asleep already… damn it."
She heard him sigh and step away from the threshold of her dark sanctuary. "That damn Shino… why did I agree to go inside? Miserable bugs crawling all over… I hate that place!"
Hinata strained to catch the rest of his grumbling, but the rant lost its weight as he moved inside the guest room and began preparing for bed.
She heard him close his door and her shoulders sagged slightly.
'You missed your chance,' EroHinata sneered bitterly.
Hinata ignored the voice and rubbed her arms absentmindedly, wondering what to do next. She felt a chill crawl up her spine, and she eyed the bed behind her with a bit of longing – beyond the warmth of her blankets and its comfort, the room was cold and unwelcoming.
'I should have opened the door when he knocked,' she chastised herself a few minutes later. More alert now, she wondered if EroHinata was being fair with her accusations. Considering all the running around Naruto had done throughout the day, Hinata was certain it wouldn't take long for him to pass out and, consequently, chances were she would have to wait for another opportunity to discuss the possibility of including more activity in their relationship.
That wasn't the only thing. It had occurred to her later, after their phone call, that he had misunderstood her meaning when she said she needed to talk to him. As a matter of fact, he sounded like a kicked puppy at the end of their conversation, she was willing to bet the Hyuuga fortune on it. She groaned again. She needed to clear the air between them; assure him that it was nothing negative. Yet, despite that urgent need to appease him, there she stood, completely petrified, seemingly afraid that the door would bite her hand off if she dared open it.
Hinata then shook her head sharply, barely able to resist the urge to stomp angrily at her indecisiveness.
Seriously.
What the hell was wrong with her?
She was the CEO of a major company.
She was strong, confident, and she was never one to back down from any challenge. Why was it that, as soon as she discovered she wanted to ravish Naruto, she became uncharacteristically weird, clumsy and shy? She couldn't put a sentence together and resorted to stuttering like an idiot. Her memories had unlocked a part of her that she did not understand, and it was beginning to become very cumbersome to her present self.
Above anything else, she really needed to get a grip on her cluster-fuck of emotions. It wasn't like she was trying to determine how to drown a litter of kittens – she just wanted into his pants, for crying out loud!
'Coward…'
"Me?" Hinata grumbled in disbelief.
'Yes, you.'
The words echoed again and again, mocking her.
'Coward, coward, coward!'
EroHinata whispered them in her ear and Hinata only growled at the inner voice. This was the last thing she needed.
'You blew it!' it insisted.
Hinata scoffed. No, she did not. There was still plenty of time. Maybe in the morning when he woke up, she could ambush him and…
'… he'll push you away like that time when you tried to sneak attack him with that sloppy thing you swear was a kiss…' the voice finished for her cynically.
Hinata's shoulders sagged, agreeing wholeheartedly. 'Dammit…!'
EroHinata: 1, Hinata: 0.
That little girl she used to be before the accident was returning with a vengeance. Hinata felt betrayed by all these personalities filtering through. Maybe Naruto was right; it wasn't such a far-fetched idea that she was bipolar.
What else could it possibly be?
EroHinata was having a field day with her emotions, the insecure little girl inside was confusing the hell out of her, and the Heiress – who she really needed right now – was nowhere to be found. It was just her luck. Her renowned and unyielding Hyuuga confidence couldn't have picked a worse time to take a hike.
The black-haired beauty scowled. That troublemaking EroHinata had something to do with her MIA confidence – there was no doubt about it – and whatever it had done with it, that pervert was doing it just to spite her.
Yes, that had to be it.
Hinata dragged her hands over her face and groaned, a habit she was picking up from her boyfriend.
'What are you waiting for?' the voice taunted again, revelling in her anxiety. 'Go. It's simple! Open the door, slip into his room and take him. What's stopping you?'
She could almost feel the voice against her skin, pushing her to her limit.
'You think you're not good enough for him?'
Hinata bit her lower lip.
'Are you afraid to make a fool out yourself?'
Touché.
"Ugh!" Hinata groaned.
EroHinata: 2, Hinata: 0.
Things were spiralling out of hand quickly and she hated not being in control. The continuous pestering was relentless; almost maddening. She couldn't even find an opening to retort! As soon as she started considering all the things that could possibly go wrong – if she decided to just go in and seduce the clueless blond, that is – that wicked little voice would cut each of them apart with a very solid and distinct 'You're just making excuses. Get your shit together and just do it!'
"I would if you'd let me!" she hissed back venomously. It wasn't very effective, however. It seemed she was immune to her own threats and the voice just kept on truckin'.
'Oh, for the love of cinnamon rolls, where's your backbone?'
Hinata huffed and crossed her arms. Stupid question – it was where it was supposed to be. Accessing it was just a little bit more complicated then she thought it was going to be.
She walked over to her bed and sat on it, bouncing one of her knees rapidly and impatiently. She could argue with herself all night long but the question remained: how could she possibly take control in something she'd never done before?
'You're a Hyuuga. Act like one.'
'Finally!' She sighed, thoroughly relieved. That snarky tone of the Heiress crawled to the surface and Hinata scrambled towards it, welcoming it with open arms despite the fact it was teaming with her delusional, perverted self.
Hinata couldn't complain, however. Maybe now she could shake that terrible insecurity off.
Straightening her back with the aid of whatever little resolve the Heiress granted her, a determined expression dawned on her face. She gripped the edge of the mattress, and stilled her bouncing knee.
She could do this. As nerve-wracking as it was, she knew she could. She wanted to.
Hinata looked at clock on the night-stand and forcefully pushed down the feeling of dread that was once again trying to overwhelm her.
12:15 a.m.
She had wasted nearly thirty minutes debating over something she had already decided on eight hours ago. It was ridiculous, really, but as much as she hated to admit it, EroHinata had nailed it right on the head.
The only thing that could potentially stop her was how afraid she was of making a fool out of herself.
Yet, the more she thought about it, the more she realised that she had very little to worry about in regards to his theoretical rejection of her needs. If anything, Naruto was guaranteed to find it unbearably cute if she acted like… what had he called it? Oh, a nerd while trying to seduce him. Not only that, but not too long ago she'd discovered that sometimes she didn't even have to say anything.
She didn't have to worry about whether she was in control or not. Quite frankly, she was shocked to realise that she secretly reveled being at Naruto's mercy when he lit her up like a flare. As clueless as he tended to be, Naruto could catch right on when she gave him a certain look. What that look was, she really didn't know, but she was determined to figure out what it was exactly. It seemed to get the results she sought quite easily and effectively. In fact, she had good evidence to back up that belief after a particular incident from a few days ago.
It all started with a scheduled a meeting to discuss the terms of the larger landscaping contract they were still negotiating with Rasengan Landscaping. It had been a little bit unexpected, but it was a lesson she wasn't about to forget anytime soon.
Before she became aware she'd even given him that look, he had been all over her like white on rice. Despite her denials, it was exactly what she had secretly yearned for and the man had delivered.
She blushed at the memory, closing her eyes as she recalled the details.
She had met with him in his office ahead of time so that they could leave together and meet with Hanabi and Neji. As she watched him unfold his collar and throw the silk tie around his neck, she couldn't help but to smile. She could tell he wasn't very good at it – quite frankly he sucked at it. Several moments went by before she could no longer bear to watch the bright orange tie get the best of him.
"That's an interesting way to put on a tie," she commented softly, fighting the mirth in her voice.
He looked at her, pouting as she resisted a grin.
"You do it, then," he grumbled petulantly.
She let her lips stretch into a stunning smile, unable to resist teasing him – giving him a taste of his own medicine for a change. Walking up to him, Hinata took the knot away from his clumsy fingers, untied it, aligned the tie properly, and began anew. At the rate he had been going, the poor tie would've ended up looking like a fancy rope.
"Kiba usually ties them for me," he admitted sheepishly.
"Hmm," she hummed pensively. "Why didn't you ask him, then?"
She watched his Adam's apple bob up and down nervously and a light blush dusted her cheeks. She wanted to run her fingertips over it.
"I wanted to impress you," he mumbled. "Clearly, I'm a man, and a man's supposed to know these things." His shoulders then sagged slightly. "It's… my secret shame, I guess."
Hinata tried to suppress her smile, but she was failing despite her best efforts.
"It's not funny," he complained. "I can never get the order of the knots right."
"Yes, I noticed that."
Naruto huffed. "You don't even need to wear ties. Where'd you learn to do it?"
Hinata suppressed a heated shudder. His eyes studied her every move while she tried to focus on the task at hand and she could feel his warm breath on her face – soothing her as much as it made her nervous.
"My father…" she paused, her blush darkening when she noticed him licking his lips, "m-my father taught me, a-and…" God, she really wanted to kiss him, "I g-got a lot of practice with Neji before he started dating Tenten."
Naruto raised a brow. "Neji?"
"Yes…" She bit the inside of her cheek. She seriously had it bad. Even the shape of his quirked eyebrow she found sexy.
'The tie. Focus on the tie!'
"Would you believe me if I told you that serious and stiff cousin of mine can't tie a tie save his life, either?"
"Is that right…?" he murmured. His voice was low and husky and before Hinata could help herself, she bit her lower lip.
'Steady… keep it steady…' she coached herself unconsciously, yet, her eyes met his briefly and he grinned cheekily at her. He hadn't missed her stutter, let alone the way she had nibbled her lower lip, and Hinata wanted to kick herself.
"It's… true…" she almost whispered, once again meeting his beautiful eyes. "It's a family farce that it is his destiny to suck at tying a tie."
There was a moment of silence before Naruto's low and velvety laughter rang out into the room. She looked up from her task and for a moment, she was dumbstruck.
He was simply gorgeous.
The urge to forget the tie was taking over her logic. She wanted to run her hands all over his neck, thread her fingers through that wild hair of his and nibble at those whisker-like scar on his cheeks. The strongest urge, however – the one that made her want to bite her lip and cast aside her self-imposed restrictions – was to freely inhale his scent. Without realising it, she did just that.
She felt Naruto stiffen for a split second, startled. As she pulled away and prepared to execute the last loop on the tie, her eyes met his again, and she stopped midway. The smouldering look he gave her took her breath away.
She blushed, understanding his silent request, but couldn't help the way she coyly looked away. Responding to his request just a silently, she released the incomplete knot, allowing her hands to press against his chest. She leaned into him, resting her forehead beneath his chin and breathing him in once again. Naruto nuzzled her hair impulsively, also inhaling her scent as his hands reached for her waist. He nudged his nose against her temple, urging her to look up. When she finally did, he dipped his lips into hers, nibbling them when he felt her shudder. His arms tightened around her.
Hinata's hands reached up to fiddle with the hair line resting over the upper portion of his neck, thus giving him even better access and Naruto, for his part, grunted in approval. With a smile, his lips left hers, his teeth playfully biting at her jaw line.
They journeyed lower, and she tremble prettily, hardly able to resist him. They nipped and tugged at the flesh of her neck, tormenting her, and Hinata released a feminine groan. She wanted to possess him. A primal need deep down in her belly was screaming for more of his touch. His breath was hot, moist against her skin and she shuddered when he pressed her against the wall of his office.
His hands released her waist and his long fingers reached up to grab her hands. They wrapped themselves around her wrists and he pulled them down, keeping them near her waist. One knee slipped between hers and before she could take in a full breath, she heard him murmur her name. Like his quiet slow laughter, the sultry sound of his voice invaded her logic and she felt disoriented.
Her head thumped against the wall and Naruto looked up for a moment with the same confused look she had, but she dismissed it, shaking her head to reassure him she was fine. He barely had time to register her response before her lips mashed against his in a hungry and demanding kiss. Two could play that game. She could take some control and drive him just as crazy.
Naruto obliged – his tongue slipping deeply inside her mouth – and she greedily took it in. Her wrists slipped free from his grasp and she quickly buried her hands in his hair, pulling his face closer and moaning when he shifted position, rubbing against her sex.
"Fuck…!" He broke the kiss, his hands grabbing her hips and pressing her against him once more.
Hinata could clearly feel his erection nestled there and without realising, she forcefully rubbed her own sex against it. She heard him grind his teeth, restraining himself, but it didn't last long.
"Naruto…" she whispered wantonly.
His right hand slipped from her hip down to her mid-thigh, and there she felt his fingers slide under the edge of her skirt. He let out a grunt of approval and Hinata opened her eyes. She could feel how bruised her lips were as she locked her gaze with his own. He grinned. The blue of his eyes darkened and the flush on his cheeks grew by the second.
"Something about you in a skirt…" he murmured huskily. He was breathless.
She raised a brow, but her curiosity was cut short when she felt his fingers unbutton her dress shirt. Hinata gasped when his lips followed her delicate collar bone down the valley of her breasts, nipping at the edge of her bra covering the mounds of flesh.
"Na-Naruto, the m-m-meeting… ah!"
A nip at the skin made her flinch, and he looked up, frowning at her as though she had mentioned something unpleasant. He grabbed at the bra's material with his teeth, pulling it down over the nipple and looked up again. Hinata was red with embarrassment.
"Don't kill the mood."
He grabbed the nipple between his teeth and she stiffened, shocked at the sensation. She squirmed, but it only made him more stubborn. It was obvious with the way he held her in place and flicked his tongue across the supple skin that he wouldn't let her righteousness get in the way.
"You should come dressed like this more often."
He was excessively illogical at this point, and under different circumstances Hinata would've rolled her eyes. There was nothing sexy about being dressed for work.
"It's only a skirt and a dress shirt…!" her words ended in a moan when his hands pulled up her skirt and slipped around to her ass, grabbing the flesh to a near pinch.
"That's like a double knock out move, Hi~na~ta." He dragged out her name, and she narrowed her eyes. She could definitely hear the mischievousness behind it.
"What?" Her mind was buzzing. His assault was making her brain collapse on its own and her words were reduced to single syllables or, her worst enemy, the lustful moan.
"You're so hot in a suit, all I want to do is take you out of it."
"Don't tell me you have a fetish for suits… ah!" Another nip, this time at her lower lip, and Naruto almost growled at her.
"Only if it's you."
He squeezed her ass cheeks again, his knee further spreading her stance.
Hinata felt heated, almost desperate. Her need pulsed relentlessly, but she couldn't satisfy it. She pulled at his sleeves, wordlessly begging for him to do something since she couldn't articulate the request quickly enough. Lucky for her, he was well on his way to fill her with a new sensation. She immediately got lost in his touch, and if he demanded anything from her, she didn't even notice.
"Please…!"
She was burning up, letting herself be consumed by his own feverish need. She needed to… she needed to do something about the ache between her legs. Her back arched and her bare breasts pressed against him. Growling, one of Naruto's hands traveled from one of her buttocks and zoned in on the source of her impatience. His fingers momentarily marvelled over the soft feel of her panties and then moved in for the kill. Over the fabric of the delicate item, she felt sticky. The material was humid and he smirked.
He loved it.
Naruto pressed his thumb against the swelling nub hidden under her panties and she bucked, gasping at his touch, but in no way denying him.
"Wha – "
He cut off her question with a deep, searing kiss. His index stroked her gently at first, but the tingling persisted and she squirmed impatiently. He pressed harder, stilling her with something she'd never experienced with someone else before. Maybe it was because of just how turned on she was, but if anyone asked her at that very instant, she would admit that his touch was more effective than hers. It was hard to believe, but she could actually feel it with the way the tingling gradually turned into a pulse at a faster rate than she was accustomed to, even if his fingers continued moving at a slow pace. How unfair. Realising how easily addicted she could become to him, Hinata felt her hips moving to counter the stroke, and her hands frantically grabbed at his shoulders, whimpering when he changed the stroke to a circling motion.
"Punishment," he mumbled. He increased the speed and the pulse became faster, making her ears buzz.
"For… for what?" she managed to say before moaning shamelessly.
"For making fun of my lack of tie-tying skills."
She couldn't hear anything more. His fingers moved faster and she could feel a familiar pressure building inside. Her nails dug at his shoulders and her breath became oddly shallow. Oh, she couldn't take much more. Her back was pressed hard against the wall, but she desperately held on to Naruto as he guided her through something only she had been able to accomplish on those nights of self-exploration.
Hinata quivered, and Naruto watched her as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her mouth opened, trying to vocalise the sensation, and he couldn't believe how incredibly sexy she was. Her hips were moving hard against his hand, and he bit his lower lip, enthralled by her unconscious actions. He could feel the rush of his own blood in his ears and it took everything in him not to slip his fingers under those panties and thrust a finger up that slick, wet entrance.
'Fuck, she's hot…!'
"Na-Naru…!" she squealed and one of her hands pulled at his crooked collar, wrinkling it with her death-grip.
"Let it go, baby." He gritted his teeth. His own erection throbbed painfully as she bucked against him, and her nails dug deeper, her face progressively flushed with arousal.
Then she felt it. There, at her core – a wave of pulses emanated from deep within her womb. The violence of the pleasure she felt nearly tore a scream from her, but Naruto had covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her into a brief and unwelcome silence.
He had wanted to hear her scream, oh, sweet heaven, how he wanted to bask in her pleasure, but it would draw too much unwanted attention. They were still in his office, and he could clearly hear people speaking and walking about right outside his door.
When she finally began descending from her high, he released her slowly, kissing her lips briefly before moving up to the bridge of her nose and nipping it. He smiled and she panted, her whole body shaking. She was at a loss for words.
"So…" he pulled at something around his neck and she blinked in confusion, "weren't you supposed to help with this tie?"
Her head thumped against the wall again, and closed her eyes in disbelief.
Hinata shook her head, blushing furiously at the memory. If anyone had told her a few weeks ago that something like this would happen if she ever decided to help Naruto with his tie, she would have outright dismissed their delusional theories. Unfortunately for her, Naruto was simply unpredictable, and right up to this moment, she was still trying to get a feel for him. What was worse, after that little adventure in the office, Hinata couldn't for the life of her remember a time where she'd been more unfocused in a meeting. Neji had frowned at her curiously more than once, Hanabi would occasionally giggle, and Naruto couldn't wipe the smug smirk off his face even if he tried.
Hinata chewed the inside of her cheek pensively. The things he had made her feel in that office reminded her just how badly she wanted him. There were no excuses to be made at this point. She had to speak with him and find out for herself if they were ready.
She stood from the bed and rolled her head gingerly, feeling the vertebrae snap once or twice. She was still tense, and definitely a little anxious, but it was nothing like it had been moments ago.
Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, Hinata walked towards the door and opened it.
Good. Her hand was still intact.
She stepped into the hallway, her fingers tugging irritably at the cheap panty elastic that dug into one of her butt cheeks.
She looked down at her hands. The sleeves of the oversized dress shirt she had dug out of Naruto's closet earlier that night were sliding over them and she felt dwarfed inside of it. It was definitely forward of her, but it was all part of the plan.
Hours before EroHinata and her insecure Mini-Me began their relentless tirade, Hinata had decided that she could catch his undivided attention with the little titbit of information she discovered that day in his office. Indeed, that perverted boyfriend of hers had a thing for seeing her in business attire, and she would take advantage of that – especially tonight – but not without adding her own twist to it first.
She had entered his room – sneakily, despite the fact that he was out – and put on a dress shirt that belonged to him. After several minutes of indulging herself with breathing in his scent, she dared to leave a few buttons open to reveal her abundant cleavage clad in her most revealing bra which – to her misfortune – still happened to be rather conservative.
The buttoning down was a suggestion from her so-called support group, to which she still held a grudge against after the fiasco she had endured to get to this point. She could have had something sexier to wear under this, but after that informative lunch, she'd had to get creative. Earlier that afternoon, at Hanabi's persistent suggestion, she had made her way to a shady part of town she usually avoided.
She had ditched Koh, her limo driver – to save face, of course – and borrowed Hanabi's car, which her younger sister eagerly exchanged for the limo. Hinata knew that her little sister's willingness to help her with transportation was mostly in support of her cause, but Hinata had the sneaking suspicion that mischievous little sister of hers just wanted a valid excuse to abuse Koh and have free reign on ordering him around.
The directions provided to the virginal Hyuuga were printed neatly on a yellow sticky note, thanks to Sakura. Hinata had been surprised the pink-haired woman was actually able to write between the sly looks and fits of giggles. It contained, besides the typical how-to-get-there instructions, a bonus of who and what to ask for, but Hinata had frozen into place when the store came into view and the note had instantly been crumbled in her fist.
She no longer had any doubts about it; her love life had been far too sheltered and ignored. She couldn't believe such a store even existed.
In the large display windows, there were items that made her turn beet red. She was blinded by the less-than-comfortable-looking corsets and as she tried to comfort her naiveté, her gaze was marred by some complicated pieces of clothing she wasn't sure could actually cover her private bits. The worst part was that she couldn't figure out how she was supposed to get into the clothing, let alone have Naruto get her out of them quickly enough. Before she could finish asking herself if maybe the clothes came with a DVD instruction manual or a visual hands-on demonstration, she gasped in horror and spun immediately around – her feet could barely keep up with the command to run, actually. The fluffy cuffs and the wall of dildos she had managed to overlook, but the catalyst was barely visible in the back of the store.
'Dear god, what the hell are those leather things? Whips?'
That was too much! Hyuuga pride or not, the Seductress Boutique had defeated her. Even EroHinata was screaming at her to run and get the hell out of there.
She fidgeted again, pushing the memory away.
Despite it all, the length of the shirt was just perfect, ending just below her buttock. She liked how it fell against her curves – emphasizing her assets – and how it exposed her long legs freely. She knew it made the look sexy. She could do this.
This could work.
'No, not "could".' EroHinata was quick to clarify. 'This will work.' Hinata shook her head.
The cold floor tickled her toes as her fingers wrapped themselves around the guestroom's door knob. Not wasting another second, she pushed the door open. The odd high pitched creaks of the hinges made her wince, but were swallowed by the darkness of the hallway. Her feet slid across the floor, and her eyes focused on her goal. She could feel the anxiety run through her very veins, but she nonetheless propelled herself towards him with a deep, shuddering breath.
Finally within his domain, Hinata couldn't suppress a cringe when she heard a quiet but very brief snore escape him.
She paused.
She could see him in the mixed shadows provided by the street light that flickered through the window, taunting her to come closer. Yet, she felt like a thief in her own home, hungry to steal his essence without making him aware of her intentions.
Hinata then shook her head. Unlike what EroHinata had suggested, Hinata had no intentions of "raping him."
'Can't rape the willing,' the voice reminded, snickering.
Hinata narrowed her eyes and ignored the voice. In fact, she wanted him to know exactly what she had in mind; the problem was she didn't know how to convey it without sounding like an idiot.
'That's why I keep saying to just take him!'
"You want me to do this or not?"Hinata hissed under her breath.
'No shit, Sherlock. What do you think?'
'Okay, then do me a favour and pipe down, because you're not helping.'
Hinata shook her head, hoping to dislodge the voice from her head. She took a deep breath, and returned her gaze to the object of her desires. She had to suppress a giggle at the way he was sprawled like a starfish with his large feet sticking out from under the covers. Yet, despite the way he slept, she was inexplicably drawn to him with each breath he took. Her pale eyes watched him quietly, nervously… savouring the very sight of him.
To her misfortune the floorboards beneath her squeaked as she moved, and he stirred awake.
Hinata mentally face-palmed.
Why was it that the day he brought her flowers it took everything in her to wake him up off the ottoman, but tonight he was the epitome of a light sleeper? She narrowed her eyes, eyeing him from her planted spot.
Hinata's breath hitched as she admired his form moulded by the shades of the night. She couldn't quite see him clearly, but the light caught his eyes and she was suddenly mesmerized by them – the blues shimmered and glowed like that of a cat in darkness.
An intense feeling of dread washed over her, almost as if someone had dumped a very cold, cold bucket of water on her when he turned on the lamp on the nightstand. A soft glow washed over the guestroom.
Crap!
There was nowhere to hide now. What was she going to do!
''Now's your chance!' EroHinata urged. 'Take him while he's confused!'
'N-no! K-knock him out and run for the hills!' Mini-Me countered. 'K-karate-chop him on the neck! If h-he asks about it in the morning, tell him it was just a b-bad dream!'
"Hinata…?"
Crap, crap, crap!
She whimpered in despair. This was not sexy. This was not alluring. This was just Hinata Hyuuga making a mess of things and reverting to complete idiot mode.
She watched as he squinted away from the light and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He then looked at her with a curious frown.
"What are you doing here…?" His voice was still groggy, and he probably didn't realize how unbelievably profound that question was to her.
Hinata resisted the urge to groan and gripped at the hem of his shirt.
"I d-don't know…" she whispered.
'Liar!'
Naruto raised a bewildered brow. "Uh… what…?"
'I-I told you t-to knock him out…'
"We… I… we n-need to talk…"
"Oh…" Naruto yawned, "couldn't it have waited 'til morning…?"
Hinata's shoulders sagged and she looked at her toes. He had a point. The man was dead tired and she wanted "to talk"? She felt selfish.
"Hinata…?"
She raised her eyes to him apologetically. "I… you're right… it… I can wait 'til tomorrow. I'm sorry."
'Retreating?' Hinata frowned. She wasn't sure if that time it was one of her personas or just her own doubt calling her out.
Naruto did a double take, albeit sleepily. He watched as she began making her way towards the exit. She had let go pretty easily, which made him a little bit curious.
"I'm awake," he assured, even if the raspy sound in his voice betrayed him.
Hesitating, she looked at him again and stopped on her tracks.
"Come," he said, sitting up in the bed and gesturing her over with one hand. He was pretty certain that he'd never seen her so dejected before.
Unsure and wide-eyed, Hinata remained near the door.
"C'mon," he urged, scooting over and patting the spot next to him. "Let's talk."
He watched her hesitate for a few more seconds before she finally made her way to him. As she walked over, his eyes widened and he felt his face immediately heat up.
'Holy… shit… what is she wearing…?'
Once on the side of the bed, her long delicate fingers unconsciously reached out for him. One of his hands took the one she offered and the other – still somewhat sluggishly – raised the sheets for her to climb under.
Her movements were cautious, and when she noticed his flushed features, she couldn't help but quiver slightly. No doubt he noticed her outfit, or to be more specific, her state of undress.
"Tell me what's wrong." His hushed voice rang through her, genuinely concerned – while he tried not to stare too much – but her nerves were too wired to answer him right away so she chose to ignore the question and continued to brace herself, courage barely keeping her on her path.
"The thing is…" she lingered off, She noticed the confusion settling on his handsome and sleepy features. "I, well… maybe… I don't know…"
Naruto scratched his head slightly. "You'll have to be a little bit more specific, Love – sleep makes me stupid." He yawned once again and stretched. She blushed when it struck her just how much of him was exposed to her. He was only in boxers and, although she could only see from his waist up, she could quite openly appreciate the way each muscle flexed and moved under his toned and golden skin. Sweet Jesus, she wanted to touch him.
Hinata bit her lip, unsure what to say.
Naruto noticed this and shifted on the bed until he was lying again. He pulled her down towards the pillow and she found herself face to face to him, lying on her side.
"Comfortable, now?" he asked.
She nodded softly.
He smirked. He watched her sleepily, and his smirk turned into a soft smile.
His scent on the pillow reassured her. Not only that, but he pushed away her insecurity with just one look, one smile.
"Naruto… do you…" she felt doubt creep in again and her mouth closed against her will.
She frowned. She knew it was now or never, but she was still worried that her forwardness was going to backfire. She needed some form of encouragement, and since the Heiress was missing in action once again, she did the next best thing: indulge herself. Her fingers slipped softly against his chest, like wind slithering amongst leaves in a tree. Naruto pressed his own fingers against her wandering ones and didn't say anything.
She could feel his eyes on her, and she gulped. She knew her actions were attracting attention, but she didn't regret it one bit. How many times had she fantasized about touching him like this?
She took a deep breath, determination firing through her, and she opened her mouth again – she would go through with this if it killed her.
"Is that my shirt?"
His fingers exploring the collar froze her into silence. Hinata stuttered, suddenly feeling vulnerable. She could see a smirk on his face, his index dipped past the material and onto her skin playfully while he waited for her answer. He grazed the collar bone and suddenly leaned up against an elbow. His face loomed above hers, dominating her into a strange lulled submission. She didn't resist when he began to pull the blanket away from her body.
"That is definitely my shirt." This time she swore she heard cockiness in his voice.
The jig was up.
"W-w-well!" she stuttered again.
He pulled the blanket back some more and she tugged back, suddenly fighting to keep her dignity. She could imagine EroHinata groaning in disappointment in her head. Wasn't the whole point to show some skin? Why was she so embarrassed all of a sudden?
He laughed and rolled his eyes, yanking the item from her fingers.
'Ha! It's about damned time someone put your plan into action!'
'You damned deviant!' Hinata thought.
EroHinata cackled. 'Me or Naruto-hawtness?'
'B-Both of you!'
"Are you wearing anything under it?" he teased, his hand slipping down to her thigh.
Hinata froze when his finger tips touched the skin, interrupting her inner scolding.
"Ah… uh…" Her brain was defaulting and her breath had oddly caught in her throat. This wasn't supposed to happen. Why couldn't he just be a good sport and lay there and let her do the seducing? She was supposed to come on to him, not the other way around!
In fact, she had been doing fine touching his chest – it had been a good start – but he just had to be quicker and better than her.
'You are such a virgin…'
Well, what could she do, though? She couldn't help turning into mush from just one single touch from him. This was all very new to her, and she still needed to learn a way to resist him, to set the pace.
His hand traveled further up and Hinata gasped. The sound caught Naruto by surprise. It was more erotic than he anticipated and he cleared his throat.
"So you are wearing panties… shame." His index followed the edge of the elastic and she squirmed under his touch. He noticed that the shirt was unbuttoned far too low, and he immediately felt a surge of blood heat in his body.
His gaze hungrily wandered over her and Hinata felt exposed.
"You said you wanted to talk…" he murmured, but desired otherwise, hoping it wasn't a serious conversation that required his attention. He could barely keep focused on anything other than her cleavage that was barely hidden by the hem of his shirt.
"I…"
Tenaciously, his hand dug under the elastic of her panties and wrapped around her hip.
"Naruto…" she murmured.
"Hmm…?" She still wanted to talk? He focused on her shoulder that was slowly slipping out of the open collar. 'Keep slipping… almost there…!' Restraint wasn't on his list of priorities right then; he could see all her curves, no thanks to gravity.
Hinata felt tongue tied, how could she speak when he was still touching her?
"Ngh…" She couldn't even manage a word, let alone a sentence, when his thumb stroke her hip and the other fingers continued to map her skin under the material. She felt the Goosebumps crawl up her back when he leaned in and kissed her shoulder tenderly.
"I wanted to…" Another light kiss against her neck made forget for a second what she had wanted to say.
"Yeah…?" A flick of the tongue against the collar bone arched her back. He smirked.
"I wanted to ask if…" His hand briefly emerged from within her panties only to grab the main elastic and begin pulling down.
"Naru-"
He silenced her by pressing himself to her and burying his face against her throat. His breath felt moist and hot against her neck and she moaned at the foreign sensation of his lips against her.
'God damn she's hot.'
He nipped at her, basking in the taste of her skin. Her panties were already past her hips and reaching mid-thighs, whereupon Naruto abandoned them, his hands trailing back up to explore what had been hidden from his touch. She drew in a breath when his finger tips barely stroke her outer labia lips.
"W-w-wait!" She yelped suddenly, pushing at his chest.
Naruto let her go, and shook his head slightly. He had crossed the line without realising.
"Shit! I'm sorry, Hinata."
Gasping for breath, Hinata rolled onto her back and closed her eyes. "Don't… don't be sorry," she whispered.
"Hinata…"
She rolled her head towards him and re-opened her eyes, biting her lip when his gaze turned to avoid meeting with hers.
'Oh, for fuck's sake!' EroHinata screamed in her head. 'He was starting to do exactly what you came here to have him do to you! What's the excuse now!'
'I'm supposed to control this! Not him, alright?'
'Well, you're doing a shit poor job of it!' Hinata pushed out the voice, irked that it felt the need to remind her she was failing at controlling the situation.
"I… sorry," he apologized again. He felt like a lunkhead. Wasn't he the one that guaranteed her he would go at her pace, make sure she was comfortable with him?
'I'm such an asshole.'
He also rolled onto his back to give her space but she rolled onto him this time, wrapping her arms around his chest and surprising him for a moment.
"N-No…" she said quietly. "It's… not your fault. I…" she took a deep breath, blushing an embarrassing scarlet, "I came in dressed like this, so… I guess my plan worked a little too well…"
"Your plan?" he parroted, once again rolling onto his side and resting one hand on her hip. His other hand rested between them, fiddling with the hem of the shirt she wore as he eyed her curiously.
"What… what I came to talk about," she murmured.
"Yeah… about that… " he mused out loud, "you had already gone to bed by the time I arrived."
"Well," she began, "it's… it's a request, to be honest."
He arched an eyebrow. "I'm all ears."
'Tell him now!' EroHinata urged. 'Before you chicken out again!'
Hinata bit the corner of her lip softly. "The thing is… I wanted to ask if you would be willing to amend a few things in our arrangement."
Naruto blinked. She wanted to speak about the contract?
"Amendments?" He was confused. 'She wakes me up, cock-blocks me, and then expects me to talk about this shit when I'm still nursing one hell of a boner?'
"Yes, I wish to add a few things that would benefit both parties."
Her face was now deeply buried against his chest – which was all the more a turn on – and he wrapped one arm around her, forcing the young woman to lean against him while he propped himself up against the pillows. He looked at her crown of her head with a deeply frustrated frown that, for her sake, he tried to mask with confusion.
He could literally hear his dick grumbling. This had better be good!
"You don't say," he muttered. But he couldn't help himself. He was a red-blooded, healthy male, and getting blue-balled was never fun.
Hinata frowned slightly and pulled away from his chest to look into his eyes. Was that sarcasm she heard?
"Yes," she replied curtly, deciding it was. She did not appreciate that tone.
"So why the outfit, Babe?" he asked. This time the frustration was pretty evident in his voice. "You don't need to bribe me like this to make contract changes, it's a garden. Plus," he tugged at her exposed bra strap, "you have exclusive rights that most don't have access to." He tried to smile but he felt a little disappointed that she thought she had to do this to change something. Was he that hard to get along with?
An expression of understanding dawned on the heiress. He wasn't trying to pick a fight with her, he was just confused as hell and didn't know what to make of her actions.
She smiled at him, reaching up to caress his whiskered cheek. "Not that arrangement, silly…"
He blinked at her. "Well, I'm confused, then."
Hinata giggled, and Naruto pouted.
"I mean it. I really don't know what you're talking about," he whined.
Hinata sighed. This was a little difficult. Not only was her boyfriend as slow and thick as molasses, but she wasn't used to negotiating relationships.
"I want to… uh, well, amend our relationship terms."
More blinking.
"Our what?"
"How we're proceeding in our relationship. I wanted to ask… no, no, no. We need to add a few more incentives."
He had to have misunderstood. He remained quiet for several seconds, processing her strange language.
"Uh." He wasn't sure how to react.
Hinata eyed him expectantly.
Several seconds went by before, finally, it dawned on him that his little vixen was trying to expand the limits of their relationship as if she was negotiating a contract. "Oh…" He wanted to laugh, she was too cute for her own good. "Well, what kind of… um… incentives were you thinking about?"
There was a change, she noted almost immediately when he pulled her tightly against him. Maybe he finally understood.
"I… want more. The quantity of goods we had initially agreed upon no longer meets my demands. We must determine a new point of equilibrium and adjust the supply curve accordingly."
"Is that right…?" The urge to tease her at this point was almost astronomical, so he played along.
"Yes, that's right." Her tone was short. Hinata may have been inexperienced in relationships, but she knew when she was being picked on.
"But not the demand curve, right?" Naruto almost snickered.
"Naturally," she dead-panned, not amused at all. "Although I greatly value your services, you can't risk losing this contract."
"Oh, really?" he smirked, arching an eyebrow in feigned surprise.
"Yes."
"So let me get this straight. You want to adjust the supply quantity because it no longer meets your demands?"
"Precisely."
Naruto frowned. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but usually when demand exceeds supply, the price of said supply increases, meaning, the supply quantity stays the same and I get to charge more."
Hinata smirked. "That may be so, but since I know your inventory is practically endless, I'm not willing to pay more than is fair."
"You're a ruthless businesswoman, you know that?"
Her chin rose slightly, proudly. "Hyuugas are notorious for looking after their interests. I'm certainly not the exception."
"So I see," he muttered sarcastically.
She inspected her nails carefully, just for dramatic effect. "The amendments I'm willing to offer are in your best interests. I would think wisely before making a decision. This is a great opportunity for you, but a one-time offer only."
Naruto laughed. "You don't say?"
Hinata shrugged, unconcerned.
"Last time I checked you were the one who came here to talk to me."
"Your point?"
There was a moment of silence between them. Naruto shook his head slightly, impressed with her quick wit.
"You aren't giving me too many options."
Hinata shrugged. "That's because you hardly have room to negotiate. Your losses will be greater than mine."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really. You are already deeply invested in this company," she reminded him off-handed.
Naruto narrowed his eyes. "Regardless, shouldn't you be trying to convince me instead of trying to use these intimidation tactics?"
"They are not intimidation tactics. I'm only looking out for you."
"That's some way to look out for me," he grumbled.
"Just stating the obvious."
"Yeah, okay." Naruto shook his head slightly. "Not only are you ruthless, but you sure like to take your chances when striking up a deal."
"One must never fear at the sight of adversity. One must always take chances."
Naruto snorted. "Uh-huh. Chances, my ass. A loose cannon when giving someone your sales pitch, that's what you are and won't admit it."
She smiled. "Stop changing the subject. What will it be?"
"What happens if I say no?" Of course he wasn't going to, but he wanted to get a rise out of her, anyway.
"You go bankrupt."
His eyes widened and he started sputtering nonsense."Y-You cold-hearted woman!" he accused. So much for getting a rise out of her.
Hinata smiled smugly. She had him right where she wanted him.
Naruto sighed in defeat. "Very well, then. Tell me about these new conditions and amendments."
Hinata took a deep breath. This was it.
"Tell me," he insisted.
She braced herself, and finally spoke. "I wish for us to further the boundaries of our physical relationship."
Naruto laughed soundlessly. Boundaries…? This was getting dangerously cute. Added to that, her tone throughout this conversation had been too serious so far, almost as if she was trying to decide exactly how many millions she wanted to invest on a new project, which only made him silently laugh harder.
"I'm being serious, Naruto."
"So am I," he said defensively, yet he couldn't suppress the wide grin on his face.
Hinata eyed him suspiciously, not believing him.
"I'm serious, I promise," he swore.
Was that a snort she heard?
"What commission percentage am I getting once we expand our relationship contract? You do know I can't do this for free, right?" He tried to look his most composed, but the mirth and gleam in his eyes betrayed him.
"Naruto…" she warned.
"You're the one who started it with all this business talk." He shrugged.
She narrowed her eyes at him dangerously.
He snickered. "Okay, okay, okay."
"Hmph!"
"Is that why you're dressed like this?" He smirked, picturing her blush as she buried her face again. "Is this part of the uh… negotiations?"
He felt her nod, and this time he laughed outright.
Hinata huffed; irked he was taking her too lightly.
"Babe, you didn't need to negotiate anything to convince me. All you had to do was ask." He kissed the top of her head and she mumbled something against his chest. He didn't hear it clearly so he poked her. "What was that?"
"I-I-I want to make love!" she stuttered, her face red as a tomato.
Her confession surprised him, the force behind the nervous conviction preventing him from even doubting her seriousness.
Then he burst out laughing.
Hinata leaned back, watching him wide-eyed.
"Naruto…?"
He wouldn't stop laughing.
Almost half a minute went by, filled with his laughter, and she was getting increasingly irritated – to the point she wanted to scream.
When he finally started calming down, Hinata watched him expectantly, eyes narrowed with impatience. If she hadn't been lying down, her arms would've been crossed and she would've been tapping her foot.
"Oh, my God…" he heaved, still chuckling.
"I'm glad I amuse you," she muttered sarcastically.
Naruto took a deep breath, grinning at her beautifully. "Seriously, Babe… I don't get you…"
Hinata only narrowed her eyes further. She thought she had been as straight forward as possible. What was there to not get?
"I was well on my way to getting into you your panties but you stopped me, remember?"
She still wanted to cross her arms, or turn away from him. This was getting embarrassing considering he was being quite logical… and she, quite irrational. "I know…" Hinata grumbled, "but it was going all wrong."
"What was going wrong?"
"The plan! I was supposed to be the one doing the seducing, not you!" she poked him hard on the chest, and her unhappiness brazenly apparent with each jab.
Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. He wasn't expecting that particular response, let alone the sound of voice laced with so much frustration.
Hinata looked away, avoiding his gaze. "I wanted to be in control… but… you… you're too intense! I turn to mush when you touch me, and I can't think straight!"
Naruto quirked an eyebrow. 'Since when was that a bad thing?' he thought before taking her chin between his thumb and index. He caught her gaze and let his lips break into a very soft and reassuring smile. "You wanted to be in control, huh…?"
"Yes," she grumbled.
"I thought we talked about this…" He smirked.
Hinata frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
"Isn't it better to lose control?" He rolled her over onto her back, slipped a thigh between her own and pressed her wrists up above her head.
Her eyes widened in surprise when she felt his lips against her neck. His teeth nipped the ear lobe, catching her off guard.
"You wanted me to just lay there like a dead fish?" he asked quietly against her ear while sneaking a finger inside her shirt, grazing the soft skin of her breast.
"I…" She blushed profusely. "Well, no…" She took a deep breath. "I… It's not like that."
"Hmm," Another nip at the shell of her ear, her eyes rolled back for a moment. "I'm pretty sure I made it clear to you that I wanted you to let go of your control-freak tendencies."
Hinata squirmed under him. His muscles flexed against her effort and she blew air out of her cheeks.
"This isn't the same thing!" she argued softly. "I'm not trying to control emotions, I'm trying to get the upper hand in seducing you." She tried to get her hands free, but he only pressed down harder, immobilising her. "They're entirely different things…" The words died in her throat when he distracted her with another lick, the heat of his body pressed against her as he leaned into her.
"If you say so." He grinded against her slowly. She was a sinking ship and they both knew it.
He was infuriating.
"Let me make love to you," she hissed at him between slow thrusts.
Naruto stopped his rocking and cocked an eyebrow. He'd have to be a fool to miss the emphasis on her words, but he loved teasing her, no matter under what circumstances.
"Well…" he began, "I'm afraid I can't make any promises on letting you have your way…"
Hinata frowned, confused, and a little miffed he wasn't willing to oblige this one request.
He grinned mischievously, nuzzling her fringes. "However… I think that, tonight, that can certainly be arranged."
Hinata blushed brightly, lightly exhaling. She couldn't stop the shy, yet triumphant smile that formed on her lips when he moved in with a loving smirk, but stopped short of kissing her, frowning slightly.
"Is this really just a onetime offer?" he asked. The seriousness that laced his tone and the pout on his face was enough to make Hinata burst out laughing. He sighed in relief when she shook her head. He grinned and his lips finally met hers in a tender kiss.
She didn't even mind when EroHinata cackled in her head and said, 'Hallelujah!'
TBC – R&R
That's right, THE chapter is next.
Cock Block no Jutsu!
P.S. Blame me if Perpetual's late with the Clones update! ^_^
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