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It Was You, Hinata	By : Rockrgrl4 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1846 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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            Hey guys!
            As promised, here’s the next chapter! Enjoy!
            -K.

            ‘Insufferable jerk.’ Hinata thought to herself, huffing as she kicked off her bed sheets. Despite the comfort of her accommodations, the former Hyuuga heiress was having trouble getting comfortable in her gigantic, fluffy bed. It was already well into the night, nearing 3 am, and her temporary insomnia was getting to a critical point. Normally Hinata would have picked herself off the bed and poured herself a glass of water to try to settle her mind, but she knew it would do her no good. Her mental state was poor at the moment due to a fierce anger that was burning through her; no amount of water could settle a furious mind before bedtime.
            It was all because of Gaara, of course. The two had sat in the den for quite some time arguing about his “right” to keep her out of duty, and their discussion had lasted for quite some time. Even now, hours after their initial argument had ended, Hinata was lying awake in her bed trying to calm herself down. Most of it was pure unabated anger and resentment…anger towards Gaara for having the audacity to hold her back from perfectly acceptable missions for her rank, and resentment at them both. She resented the fact that he was Kazekage and had the power to control her, but she also resented the fact that she was crazy enough to fall in love with a Kage. Doing so would only cause trouble-that was obvious from the beginning-but their relationship had persisted into something so remarkable and complex she wasn’t even sure she understood it all most of the time.
            Huffing at herself again, she angrily turned to her other side, grabbing a pillow and pressing it close to her chest. Hinata closed her eyes tightly, desperately trying to will her anger away-she had to work tomorrow and her chakra stores needed to be built up-but it seemed that there was something other than anger that still remained from she and Gaara’s earlier fight.
            Hinata’s eyes shot open in mild surprise, and an even stronger surge of anger ran through her. During the fight downstairs had been the first time she had ever seen Gaara really let loose and get angry, and while it was frightening at times, it was also incredibly intimate. Hinata knew that she was the only person to have seen that side of him; the only person to have witnessed the full extent of the Kazekage’s love, worry and possessiveness. More than once during the fight, Gaara had listened to her angry rants and desperate pleas with a clenched jaw and a fire in his eyes. Before she had even started trying to reason with him, she knew that the strength she was seeing in him was resolute. He was not going to give in, and with the tension that was already in the air adding to his masculine appeal, it seemed to have had quite the impact on the former Hyuuga heiress.
            She was horny as hell.
            Hinata bit her lip in frustration and anger. Now what was she supposed to do? She had to be at work in 4 hours-dressed, in the door and ready to go! She was angry, horny, and couldn’t sleep because of her stupid, ridiculous boyfriend and all she wanted to do in that moment was kill him.
            Closing her eyes and still clutching her pillow tightly to her chest, Hinata tried to reason with her sleep-deprived and lustful brain.
            Naturally, after a few minutes of trying to calm herself down, she was still worked up and angry. With an infuriated cry that could be compared to the likes of Sakura, Hinata threw her pillow over her head in her frustration. It hit the wall behind her with a soft thud, and landed safely next to her where it belonged. Hinata violently threw off her covers completely and expelled herself from the bed with more force than really necessary. Stomping across the floor toward where her bag sat on her dresser, the former heiress grabbed her hairbrush and started yanking it through her indigo hair, nearly ripping out large chunks in the process. It was only when she had brushed her teeth and combed her hair that the girl stepped into the hallway outside of her room, heading for the Kazekage’s chambers.
            Of course, Hinata would have preferred not to have had anything to do with Gaara at the moment, but her body was saying other things. There was no way she was going to get any sleep until she either got rid of her excitement or anger, so she was going to do whatever she could to make one of the two disappear. As for masturbating…she had only explored herself a few times in the past before coming to Suna, and she was determined to never have to do it again. It made no sense to handle it herself when she had a loving boyfriend to take care of it for her (even if she was furious at him at the moment), and she knew if she did it herself she would not achieve the same level of satisfaction she would receive if she would have gone to him.
            Also-judging by the heat her body was giving off at the moment-pleasuring herself was not an option.
            As she had just finished her thought, she had turned into the hallway which featured Gaara’s chamber door. For a moment she debated on whether she should just open it or if she should knock first; after hearing no sound coming from inside she settled for just pushing the door open and loudly whispering, “Gaara, it’s me.”
            The room was empty. The only source of light inside the room was the moon’s waning white beams glistening through the large paneled window and onto his tan floor. The bathroom door was open; the small room was completely encased in black but Hinata didn’t need her Byakuugan to know that it was empty. She did, however, need it to find Gaara. She needed him and she needed him now. She could only hope that he wasn’t working.
            Almost immediately after activating her bloodline limit, a quick search revealed what she already knew-the bathroom and his bedroom were both empty. She searched the kitchen, the living room, and even his sibling’s rooms just in case; he wasn’t there. Frowning, Hinata checked the one place she hoped she wouldn’t find him, and naturally that was where he was.


            “How did I know I would find you here?” Hinata sighed, as she made her way across the rooftop of the Kazekage mansion. At the edge of the roof sat the Kazekage in all of his nighttime glory. His dark pants blended in with the dark sky in front of him, but the moon’s light caught on his plain white t-shirt. His arms were chiseled to perfection from all of the training he had undergone in a very short amount of time, and his chest was broader now, too. He was more fit, overall, although still small for his age. Nonetheless, the image of her man dressed in such a manner succeeded in putting Hinata’s mind straight back into the gutter.
            “Why aren’t you asleep?” Gaara softly replied, motioning for her to come sit next to him. Immediately Hinata started making her way toward him, careful not to slide on the roof’s tiles. Soon enough she had made her way across to him, and the two sat in companionable silence for a few moments.
            “I couldn’t sleep,” Hinata answered truthfully after a minute or so. True, there was more to her being on the roof with him than that, but she did not want to instigate another fight. Even more than that, though, Gaara’s being on the roof was bothering her. Sitting on the roof at night was a habit he had kicked not long after Shukaku’s being extracted from him. Part of the reason he would sit on the roof was simply because he had nothing better to do but wallow in his own misery since he couldn’t sleep, and after that it was his way of escaping life for a bit so he could sort out his problems.
            Something was wrong.
            More silence followed, and Hinata miraculously started to grow weary. Now that her anger was ebbing away by the second, she was able to focus and relax her mind. The quiet of the village at night was lulling her to sleep, and Gaara’s presence next to her was both relaxing and fulfilling. Hinata shifted a little closer to Gaara’s side and rested her head on his shoulder, finally at peace. As soon as she started to close her eyes, however, Gaara spoke, “Don’t go to sleep yet.”
            Hinata forced her eyes open and lifted her head back off of his shoulder, blinking away sleep (or at least trying to). Through her efforts to stay awake, she saw Gaara’s weary smile before she was lifted off of her spot on the roof and gently placed into his lap. Gaara said nothing for a moment, content with just holding her in his arms under the desert moonlight, before he finally blurted, “I’m sorry.”
            This seemed to awaken Hinata a little bit. Frowning, she lifted her head off of his chest and raised her eyes to meet his. After determining that he was indeed being sincere, she quietly asked, “For what?”
            Gaara closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers, slowly exhaling a breath he had been holding since his admission. He took a moment before replying, “For everything, but especially for tonight. I keep trying to control you and to keep you in a little room, locked away from everything that could ever possibly harm you.” He pulled her a little closer and tucked her head under his chin as he gazed out at the moon once more. It seemed as though he drew a sort of inner strength from that great white orb in the sky, but only he knew that he only stared at it because it reminded him of her eyes. Still, he continued, “I’ve been a jerk, and I apologize. I can’t promise I’ll stop trying to protect you, but I’m certainly going to try. Now, can we please go back to where we were before?” He grasped her shoulders and pulled her back from his chest again to look at her expression, his eyes pleading. He took his hands within hers, grasping them tightly as he held them in their laps. He chose this moment to stare at her hands rather than look into her face; he even flipped them over so that he could trace her palms with his thumbs. Her hands were so tiny; even with his smaller frame her hands were being swallowed by his own. She was so small, so delicate, and so breakable that he felt an overwhelming need to protect her. He didn’t mean to be a jerk to her; he just didn’t know if he could handle taking a chance and losing her. He hoped his apology would be good enough…
            Thankfully, Hinata smiled at him tenderly and pulled him in for a tender kiss. At first it was teeth and tongues, much like their first kiss in her room a few nights before, but almost immediately they both remembered what one another liked and melded together like they had been together for years. Gaara closed his eyes and pulled her flush against his body. Slowly, he started to lie back on the roof with her still in his arms and allowed her to dominate the kiss. She untangled their legs and placed her knees on either side of his hips, straddling him. It wasn’t long before she started dropping her hips low onto his, and their kisses started to get more heated. As the moon hung high above the two, watching them interact on the rooftop of the largest building in Suna, Gaara made a series of promises to himself. With every kiss she gave him, he swore he would no longer take her for granted. He would try to be understanding and allow her to do her job, no matter how much it may kill him inside with worry. It was not his place to order her around like that, even if he so desperately wanted to keep her safe.
            With every soft touch she gave him, worshipping his battered and bruised body and heart, he swore to her that he would do the same for her. They both had their own misgivings and fears about their relationship and love in general, and he was determined he would show her a love no man would ever be able to show her again. He would treat her with only love, kindness, and a reverence that only comes with finding one to love him exactly as he is.
            Finally, when she seated him within her for the second time ever, he grabbed her around her middle and yanked him back down on top of her, even as she still moved up and down on top of him. He kissed her face with the same love and reverence he had already sworn to give her, and when they both neared completion, he moaned her name quietly, intimately, but it was as if the whole village could hear it. Moments later, they both reached their completion and he shot his seed inside of her for the second time in their lives.
            After he came back to his senses, albeit still panting heavily, Gaara shakily lifted his hand and guided his love’s gaze toward him, as she was lying spent on his chest. As he brought her face into his gaze, he resisted the urge to chuckle, despite his still rapid breathing and heartbeat. It seemed his hime was already asleep.
            He waited a few minutes more, with her lying on top of him naked on his roof and with him still seated inside of her, before he finally wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled them both up. He didn’t bother with their clothes; he had his sand gather them and put them in his laundry hamper near his dresser. Instead, fully nude and carrying his equally nude princess, he gathered his remaining sand and allowed it to float them down safely through his bedroom window and into his room. When his feet had safely touched the ground he stalked over to his bed and placed Hinata in the covers, kissing her forehead as he did so.
            Suddenly, Gaara was exhausted for the first time that evening, and he wasted no time in making his way around his bed and hopping under the covers to join her. After getting himself comfortable, Gaara rolled onto his side and gathered his hime into his arms, pulling her closer into his side. He didn’t stop pulling her closer until she was crushed against him, her head tucked beneath his chin and his arms supporting her head and back. His leg was in between hers, and he was finally satisfied and ready to sleep. He closed his eyes, and remembered the third promise he had inadvertently made tonight.
            Yes, a third promise. Tonight he had completed his promises to her as a man; love, independence, and finally…
            A family.
            Now he supposed, all that was left to do was marry her.

Authors Note:

Okay, that was good! xD Even for me, that was good! I LOVE that ending!
Not to worry, kiddos…more chapters are soon on the way. J I just wanted to give a little side break to our favorite main characters to really establish the seriousness of their relationship…they haven’t had a chance to yet, and stuff’s REALLY gonna go down within the next few chapters! ;)
Love you all, and I hope to be updating within a few days! ^^
-K.
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