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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
Chapter Seventeen
Date Part II
Pampered

༒༻𝕹𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖔༺༒

March 25, 2012

Strawberries & cream.
Like sweet nectar emanating from her skin, it lingered around her thicker than the leftover fumes of a hotbox session and fuck if he wasn’t getting a contact high.
Addict that he was, Naruto wanted more than secondhand intoxication.
He wanted it straight from the source.
His own personal hotbox of strawberries & cream scented thighs wrapped around his head, and her slick little clit pressed against his nose.
That he was stirring this soon after the downers he took earlier only proved what he already knew: Hinata Hyuuga was his ultimate drug. Like a burst of stimulate after a line of coke, she cranked his senses to the max; plowing right the fuck through the haze in his brain, and forcing the artificially stunted, sluggish drag of his pulse into a hot surge.
“I-I’m a little afraid of what else you have planned,” she murmured, ducking her head in that bashful way that had yet to fail to make his dick hard, her cheeks so red he was half tempted to see if they tasted like cherries on his tongue, “this yacht, the island, I’m already overwhelmed.”
Amused, he lifted her chin with a deep chuckle and curl of finger, his voice husked with desire as he teased, “its way too fuckin early for you to be overwhelmed. A boat and a little chunk of land is nothing. We’re just gettin’ started, ya know. Gonna need you to tough it out for me, sweetheart.”
Her blushing giggle sent a coil of heat to his gut, the heat only growing as she tilted her head down to mumble at her bumping fingers with the cutest awkward shuffled he’d ever seen in his life before seeming to gather herself to speak, “I-I don’t know if I’d call this a ‘boat’ or the island a ‘little chunk of land’ but I’ll try to tough it out, but I can’t make any promises. A-Anything more grand than this and I might just faint.”
He grinned, leaning deeper into her space as he whispered a bit of honesty, “faint if you wanna, I’m down to carry you. You wanna give me an excuse to hold you all night long, I’m not gonna stop you.”
She was back to shy fidgeting and cute blushing halfway through his offer, her flustered movements sending her intoxicating scent his way.
Dropping his hands to the bar behind her, Naruto leaned in for another another hit.
Chest subtly expanding as he caught another whiff of her fragrance, eyelids sliding closed with relish as the sugary scent blasted him all over again, her mere presence sending sparks across his tanned skin. Her dark silky hair brushed his nose as she gave another one of those shy little head dips that made him wanna wrap her soft strands around his fist and tighten until she was forced to look him in the eyes again. His dick throbbed excitement as he closed the distance between them another inch, his dragging brain just barely remembering to keep the heavy weight of his hardened cock from making contact with her soft stomach.
He was playing nice right now. Feeding her a little ‘gentleman’ bullshit to get her to let her guard down.
A lot of his plans hinged on playing nice with her, but he was already starting to lose patience with this shit.
Even with the Xans pumping through his veins, he was riled up and ready to skip to the part where her tight pussy sucked the hard off his dick and milk his balls empty. The buildup had started thirteen days and twenty-four hours ago, and after watching her voluptuous little form strut from the resort to the yacht in something other than her Teuchi’s uniform or saggy sweats and loose shirts, a big fuckin chunk of his willpower and control had been chipped away long before she stepped foot on the yacht in her washed out dress.
Naruto had never seen such a dingy, cheap ass dress look so fuckin good.
She might as well be decked out in the latest in women’s fashion, whatever the fuck that was now days, because as far as he was concerned, her fuckin body could make a paper bag look like runway gold. If that wasn’t enough to nearly derail his romance plans, having to stand there as she boarded the yacht running those gorgeous fuckin eyes all over his body and not strip to his birthday suit so she could get a better look had only made it even harder to keep his hands to himself.
And with the drugs running through his veins, he was starting to wonder why the fuck he should.
Ten minutes into their date and he was already pressed; already fighting the urge to bend her over the railing and let her watch the fish while he stuffed her full of the only cock she’d ever have for the rest of her life. The only-
He stilled.
Mind veering from sluggish arousal to burning homicidal as he latched onto a single word.
Only…
When he finally had her naked and screaming beneath him, when he was finally pounding his brand into her little cunt, would he be the first? Or had another man already took what rightfully belonged to him?
The fact that he didn’t know for sure had him feeling fuckin feral.
He was far from stupid. He knew there was a possibility she’d been with other men, been in other relationships before they met that night at the bus stop, but that was before he knew she was his destiny. Before he knew they were soulmates, before they’d gotten married on everything but paper. Shit had happened so fast between them, and he’d been so goddamn caught up in their sudden love story he hadn’t had a chance to really think about what that meant . Being this close to her now with the benzos slowing his rapid fire thoughts to something more manageable, the implications were hitting him all at once.
No.
They weren’t just hitting him. They were lighting his fuckin brain on fire.
Slowly blooming into a raging inferno despite the drugs fighting to stem the crazy slowly bleeding through.
His jaw tightened, rough hands clenching on the railing on either side of the woman blissfully unaware of fuckin how close to snapping he was. Staring dead-eyed and unseeing at the fish beyond the window, his slowly hazing mind searched for an answer that wouldn’t make him lose his shit on their first date.
Going strictly by her behavior; the blushing, the stuttering, the fuckin adorable way she ducked her head to avoid his eyes, it was more than reasonable to assume he was dealing with a virgin, but, he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure of that. Hinata being shy didn’t prove a goddamn thing. Shy girls fucked nasty too, he knew that from experience, and with a body like hers, a naiveté easily manipulated like hers, and the glaring vulnerability that blazed like a neon sign above her head for any predator that wasn’t blind, it was hard to believe she’d remained untouched this long. That she hadn’t run into someone like him, willing and able to pull her strings until she spread her legs.
His grip tightened on the metal, tatted knuckles blanching, a dull ache pulsing in the palms of his clenched hands as he applied more pressure to the bar.
The idea that another man had come before him, that another man had taken what belonged to him…
The possibility seared his brain like acid.
A soft breath left her lips as his tense body invaded more of her space, nearly flattening her against the rail, her arms becoming the new barrier between them as her little hands found the hard expanse of his pecs. Burning attraction lit up between like a match, that simple contact, even through clothes, packing more fire power than a shotgun. Adding a potent shot of lust to the violent aggression seething under his skin over the hypothetical men she’d slept with before him.
“N-Naruto?” she questioned quietly, breathlessly, wearily…
The sound of his name on her lips rolled through him, stoking both the rage and sexual frustration clawing his insides.
His hands clenched again.
He wanted to wrap them around her slender throat.
To feel her pulse beneath his hands, and squeeze until she gave him the names of every man that had ever touched her, every man that had ever put their lips on hers, every man that had ever breathed the same air as her. Every man that had ever been anywhere near her at any given moment and he didn’t give a fuck if they had actually talked to her or not, touched her or not, if they even knew she existed in their proximity or not.
A tick started in his tightly clenched jaw, the dark rumbling in the pit of his gut rumbling one word:
Kill.
He wanted, needed to kill them all. It was the only way to keep him from losing his fucking mind.
The only way he could continue to exist in this world.
There could only be one person in this universe that knew what her mouth tasted like, knew how tight her pussy squeezed, knew what her love and affection felt like. Either him or her exes had to die, and he’d made the executive decision that it was going to be them.
He’d find the biggest, dullest, rustiest butter knife he could get his hands on, saw their dicks off with it and make them fuckin swallow it whole. Then he was gonna break every fuckin bone in their body. He’d get Doc to give him an even deeper lesson on human anatomy than Old Man Cripple gave him so he didn’t miss a single fuckin one. Once they were broken and screaming, begging him for death, he’d cut their fuckin balls off with those kiddie scissor they gave per-schoolers before skinning what was left of them and hanging their flesh on the wall like trophy bear skins.
He was going to take them apart, piece by fuckin piece down to their fuckin soul .
And he’d make her watch him do it.
Make her see the consequences of giving her fuckin body, her fuckin affection , her fuckin attention to anybody that wasn’t him . The way he felt, clearing this whole fuckin city of men might be the only way to give him some peace of mind, the only way to ensure this shit never happened again.
He could finally understand why people lost their shit over infidelity.
Why women snooped through phones then slashed tires and bleached clothes when they found some random bitch in the contacts.
Why men trailed women to ‘girls night’ at the club and acted like a fuckin animal when she pulled up to some random house instead, and a man met her at the door.
Naruto had never been cheated on in his life until now, he’d never cared to keep any woman around longer than it took for him to get off, how fuckin ironic that this new experience came in the first and only relationship he’d ever fuckin been in. This had to be some sick fuckin joke that the first woman to step out on him was the woman he called wife , the woman that was belong solely to him, the woman that told him not twenty-four hours ago that she wanted to be his for the rest of her life-
“I-I’m not g-going to faint yet,” she pointed out breathlessly, “y-you don’t have to…stand so c-close,”
Her nervous mumble cut through his seething, snapping his attention back to the source of his heartache.
She was speaking more to her fumbling hands than him. Completely blind to his turmoil, his rage. It was a good thing she couldn’t see his face at the moment. What was in his dilated eyes was something she didn’t need to see until he had her wrapped around his finger. When it was far too late for her realize she should have run the moment she stepped off that bus and caught his eye.
“Do you have to be faintin’?” he questioned softly, pressing closer, trapping her arms between them, “that the only way I can be to close to you?”
Or maybe she should see what was in his eyes, maybe she should see the monster she was dealing with, maybe then she’d know her next answer could set him on a path of unhinged-
She reared back at that, though barely able to put an inch between them with the rail at her back and his bulk in front. Wide moonstone eyes fused to his sunglasses tented ones before skating away as a harsh blush erupted from her mouthwatering cleavage and disappeared beneath her bangs.
“N-No, I-I’m not saying that , it’s just…” she trailed off, her voice less than a whisper between them as her thumbs plucked at the fabric covering his chest, “I-I’m just…not used to being this close to a man…”
The admission doused a bit of his rage, although…
‘Not used to being close to a man’ and ‘never been close to a man’ were two different things, and it was the latter that had a chance to cool his rage entirely.
“But…I don’t…mind you being close,” she admitted shyly, shoulders haunching to her ears.
The pressure on the bar eased as the red fog in his brain started to clear.
He dipped his head, pressing his nose against her temple, breathing in strawberries & cream as he spoke,“you wanna be close to me, baby?”
Instead of answering, her own head dipped, face dropping into her hands with the most adorable fucking embarrassed squeak he’d ever heard in his entire life. He couldn’t see her face but he could swear he felt the heat radiating from it on his chest.
Fuck that was cute.
He exhaled silently, a wave of lethargy sweeping through him as the slow drag of the drugs in his veins reigned in his blazing temper from the height of violence to a steady simmer.
Maybe he was tweakin.
He had no fuckin clue if she cheated on him before they met, at least, not yet, and even if she did, he could…deal with that, right? She was young, after all, too young to realize she belonged to him the moment her spineless mother squeezed her out of the womb. So was it really her fault if some fucker manipulated her into having sex instead of waiting for him? For all the chaos she’d left behind in her homeland, his woman, his little angel covered in sin, was tenderhearted and pathetically moral. She cared about people and their feelings, cared about right and wrong, she wasn’t the type to knowingly cheat.
A woman like Hinata would take any promise, any vows she made as serious as he did.
It was something he was counting on working in his favor in their relationship if he got this romance shit right. Besides, he was guilty too. He hadn’t kept himself pure for her, hell, considering how much older he was than her, how wild he’d lived his life from the moment his balls dropped, he was more guilty than her. He’d slept with far more women than she could have men, cheating on her constantly when he should have known better, should have felt what they were destined to become each time he looked up at the moon. He’d bring her the head of every woman he’d ever touched to make it up to her, show her that he was one hundred percent committed to their relationship.
Yeah.
They could work this out…
…once he got done making skin art to hang on the Shed walls and brought her his ex-lovers heads. Sure, he couldn’t change the past, but he could sure as fuck cut a few futures short, and that would have to be enough. After, he’d dead the shit and they could move on. Grow from it and all that shit.
He wouldn’t let exes, hers or his, come between them.
He wouldn’t let anyone or anything come between them.
His hands loosened, sliding from the metal railing to her small frame.
A twitch passed through them, the violence in his gut buzzing in his fingertips before he smoothed them down the curve of her spine and up again, tracing the delicate flesh and bone beneath her dress. Soothing himself more than her as his raging temper fought to burn through the false, smothering synthetic calm largely holding him in check.
She blinked up at him, her cheeks growing redder as he stroked her arms still pinned between them. His roughened thumbs traced contemplative circles on her soft skin, his cold blue eyes fused to her wide, innocent lavender.
They were as beautiful as they had been that first night.
Glowing like twin full moons on a dark night, stirring memories of blood, death and the rush of his first kill. He couldn’t help falling in love all over again as the memory washed over him. The satisfying sensation of bone caving to metal, the pain and terror on Kurama’s face, the addicting surge of power and sadistic pleasure that reverberated through his body like a chain of sparking live wires before melding into a sexual high that only the woman in his arms could match-
“A-Are we going to…watch the movie now?”
‘Fuck no. I’m gonna bend you over this rail, fuck the shit out of you, then I’m gonna put every man you’ve ever known in the fuckin ground,’ is what his brain said.
“Yeah, we’re gonna go watch the movie, baby,” is what his mouth said.
Whether he was her first or not, he would be her last. He was going to make sure she understood that. Crystal fuckin clear.
Until then, he needed to focus on the task at hand.
Easier said than done.
The night had just started, and he’d just barely avoid a meltdown. Who the fuck knew what was going to happen when something else set him off later on, when the benzos in his system started to wear off. He contemplated briefly taking a few hits of the blunt to mellow him out, and dismissed it right after.
He didn’t want to be too fuckin faded to really soak this day in.
This was their first official date after all.
One of the most important days in his life, and he wanted this milestone of his hunt to be crisp in his memory. Considering he was already partially vegged out by the downers Problem Solver Sasuke nagged him to take earlier, getting high would have him more fucked up than a pair of sunglasses or movie theater darkness could hide. Even though he wasn’t feeling it yet, Naruto was technically running on fumes, adding another downer would probably knock him on his ass.
He hadn’t slept at all last night.
Too keyed up and excited by the prospect of finally getting his hands on Hinata to rest, too wired to do anything but beat his meat to the pictures he’d taken of her whenever his obsessive desire built into a unbearable urge he couldn’t ignore.
Naruto had never been this worked up this easily, this quickly, this deeply, over anything in his life.
One look at the non-drug induced hyperactive, agitated blonde pacing the length of the compound, glaring at every clock he passed, and knockin any underlings on their ass that committed the grave offense of irritating him by talking to him while he was already irritated that time was moving so fuckin slow, had his personal attorney digging an unlabeled pill bottle out of his pocket and bitching until his high strung client popped enough to quote ‘keep his crazy in check’ for the duration of his date with Hinata. Knowing from years of experience that an overexcited Naruto was liable to do something ‘stupid as fuck’ before the night was over, Problem Solver Sasuke had used every tool in his arsenal to get him to take them, then acted all smug when Naruto bitched about moody Know-It-Alls.
‘ Pays to be right, dobe ,’ the Uchiha had told him, ‘ don’t believe me, check your rap sheet. ’
Once again, that asshole was right, because had he not popped a couple chill pills he would have lost his shit, turned the whole fuckin yacht around and showed his soon-to-be wife just how fuckin crazy he was when he had her tied up behind the walls of his compound watching him peel her exes like fuckin bananas.
Instead.
They were gonna go watch a movie he didn’t give a shit about, where he’d pass the time seeing how handsy he could get before she stopped him. Despite being on her shy girl shit, she was clearly just as effected by their attraction as he was, even going as far as to admit she liked him close to her. Far he could tell, his chances of finally learning how soft her ass was rather than fantasizing about it were high. He was glad she liked him being close to her because for the next hour and a half, she wouldn’t have a choice but to be pressed up against him.
He’d chosen this theater for a reason, and not just because it was a Nukenin affiliate that raked in a sizable profit dropping off crates of coke to the midway point of his water routes for them4100. The Eden Bay movie experience itself was very…involved, and with the specific VIP redesign instructions he sent to Captain Kiss Ass a week ago, he was guaranteed to get even more up close and personal with his woman during the movie.
Appeased, for the most part, by the prospect, Naruto stepped back and tugged her with him, wrapping his bigger hand around her smaller one with a murmured, “come on, movie time baby.”
She followed willingly, easily, like a trusting bunny trailing after an unstable fox.
It soothed a lot more of the murderous hunger roaring in the pit of his stomach.
Still…
Naruto had every aspect of their date planned in order to stoke the potent sexual attraction between them, maximize any emotional attachment she developed for him tonight and use the results to give himself the best tactical advantage to exploit it all going forward, but there was one part of his plan he was moving up in the timeline; because it was the only way he’d be able to get through tonight without ruining his hunt with the ugly malice of his quick temper, the only way to get through the next few minutes without giving into the urge to drag her ass off this ship and finally putting his rope and trunk to use the way he’d wanted to in the first fuckin place.
She wasn’t going home alone tonight.
He would make sure of that.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

✧༶☽-ˋˏ Hιɳαƚα ˎˊ-☾༶✧

The moment he stepped away, her lungs finally switched back on.
Hinata took advantage of their sudden return to functionality; sucking in a big, silent breath as he tugged her beyond the aquatic room. Exhaling through the lingering intensity still buzzing in her veins, Hinata repeated the process in measured puffs as they walked quietly down the corridor. Each breath working to clear the heavy fog from her head and slowly cool the fevered pitch he’d stoked her body to. She hadn’t been joking, the chances of her fainting before the night was over were high, and only increasing every minute she spent with Naruto Uzumaki.
Heavens above…
Hinata had never been that up close and personal with a man that way, nor had she ever experienced such a contradicting combination of sensations all at once.
Hot melty desire that left sensitive parts of her body aching. Sizzling exhilaration that sparked through her veins like mini bolts of lightening. Stomach knotting shyness wrapped in embarrassment that threatened to permanently color her face scarlet. Hushed whispers of danger that crept up her spine like cold fingers trailing along her flushed skin.
It was that last one that caught and held in her thoughts as she walked.
She wasn’t sure if her apprehension with him had been a product of her own ingrained paranoia bleeding through, if the newness of intimacy was presenting itself as a threat to her inexperienced mind, or if the predatory aura that surrounded him had been stronger than it usually was, but in that moment of having his hard bulk pressed flushed to hers, she’d felt exactly like the word etched into his left knuckles.
Prey.
Defenseless as a deer caught in the crosshairs of a hunting predator.
As vulnerable as she’d felt in that moment, her response had done everything but reflect that feeling. The appropriate response would have been to put some distance between them, to open her mouth and tell him to back up a safe distance.
Instead…
Hot Pants Hinata had come alive under the subtle edge of danger underling the burning desire that flared up between them, soaking up the contact like the intimacy-starved creature she was. Every inch of personal space he took from her sending her heart racing faster than it had the day she escape her homeland, his looming presence dumping copious amounts of adrenaline through her veins she hadn’t even experienced while crossing the ocean. Tingeing what should have been an apprehensive experience with a titillating thrill that left her panties embarrassingly soaked.
That rush of excitement she felt while trapped within Naruto’s arms, while ensnared by his mere presence, had helped define another facet of herself that was far more embarrassing, one that had been taking shape from the moment she laid eyes on him. One far more dangerous than the rebellious streak she’d discovered lying dormant beneath her once biddable nature.
Recklessness.
At least, in the right—or wrong—circumstances.
Naruto Uzumaki was definitely the right and wrong circumstance to bring it out of her.
Hinata knew going in that this entire date was one big exercise in stupidity, even more so considering her unique troubles, but especially considering the man she was here with. Their interactions held a multitude of pitfalls, and yet, she was lured rather than repelled by the risk, drawn to him despite the glaring alarms of getting close to him and overarching consequences their proximity could manifest. This wouldn’t be so bad if she had more control over the situation, or her runaway mouth, but thoughts of safety and caution and common sense seemed to fly right out the window when he spoke to her in that basement deep rasp that made her body ache, when he turned the intensity of his luminous blue eyes on her and selfishly demanded her full attention, when he touched her with his rough hands and threw her body into absolute chaos.
Chaos that lingered even as they walked in silence.
She could still feel the permeating heat his body gave off like a furnace hanging heavy on her skin, could still smell the earthy scent that clung to his clothes surrounding her like a blanketing fog, could still feel the solid power packed beneath his hard pecs tingling against her palms. All of it combined was a heady intoxicant she couldn’t help but crave despite her misgivings.
Dull heat climbed up her neck as her whispered confession about liking him close replayed in her head.
What in the Heavens possessed her to say that?
In the heat of the moment, it just…slipped out.
Another pitfall she hadn’t foreseen.
His ability to coax from her lips thoughts best kept to herself was more than a little alarming considering the secrets she desperately needed to remain secret. Although, even if she didn’t have secrets to keep, she’d still be weary of how easily his bold charm and smooth sweet-talking could pull her out of her shell. She had a feeling it was dangerous for a man like Naruto to know what went on in her head. He was way more experienced than her, and already way too adept at finding and pushing her buttons without that inner knowledge.
He didn’t need any more tools in his arsenal.
She had to be more careful going forward. She’d come on this ill advised date promising herself she’d use her best judgment and she was already failing. She needed to regroup and reinforce the walls she usually kept between her and the outside world.
She had to start making smarter decisions.
Safer decisions.
Because right now, she wasn’t being smart or safe.
That had to change.
From now on, she was going to stand strong, she wasn’t going to fold the moment he touched-
A shiver ran up her spine as the man holding her hand raised it as they walked, slowing them just enough to place a repeat of that greeting kiss to her wrist he’d blown her mind with earlier; the warm, reverberating sensation it sent through her body calling her a liar.
“Quiet as a mouse but thinking so damn loud I might as well be in there with you,” he teased flashing a pearly white grin her way, “wanna tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“N-Nothing,” she squeaked, dull heat touching her cheeks.
“Looks like a whole lotta somethin’ to me,” he countered, dismissing her lie outright, his eyes glinting with clever sapphire intensity, “you rebuildin’ those walls baby? We about to play cat n’ mouse again? Round two?”
Of course a man as handsome as the devil was a mind reader. So much for keeping him out of her head.
Face bright as a tomato, Hinata scrambled to redirect the conversation, “N-no, I-I wasn’t…I-I was just thinking about… wondering about, um,” her eyes drifted, caught on a tall male up ahead and blurted, “t-those guys that were with you earlier. They were dressed like security, but none of their shirts said security on the back. Are they…maybe personal body guards?”
It was a half truth. She had wondered about the men surrounding him, but she hadn’t thought about that since they took the elevator to the oceanic room.
He snorted a laugh, eyes alight with amusement as he answered her question with a question of his own “anybody ever tell you that you can’t lie for shit?”
She didn’t have time to be offended or embarrassed by the (accurate) question/statement—and if she planned on being the former she couldn’t rightly say—-before he swept her beneath the heavy weight of his arm, and settled the inked limb across her shoulders as he pulled her into his side. Cocooning her in that earthy scent that was quickly becoming a favorite of hers while pushing her boundaries that much further, continuing his casual, unintended conditioning of acclimating her body to his constant easy touches and frequent closeness.
“Let’s save the ‘get you know you’ shit for dinner,” he recommended with a grin she felt pressed against her temple as he propelled them into motion again, “where we can sit down and share secrets over candlelight.”
She’d rather they didn’t do that last part, but nodded anyway, feeling far too flustered to object.
Luckily, he didn’t prolong the conversation.
Stomach turning somersaults, face wearing a fresh coat of scarlet, the young waitress scrambled to collect her hopelessly scrambled thoughts as she followed Naruto through a set of doors held open by another of those black clothed security guards; who bowed low to them both and silently closed the door behind them the moment they crossed the threshold.
Her date tugged her forward as he came to a halt, letting her see the new space he’d brought her.
It was a theater but not one that looked like any of the rundown theaters in her neighborhood.
Three of the walls were lined with blackened screens that stretched part way along each surface, seemingly curved at what would have been sharp corners and were positioned so closely they were seamless, giving the impression that they were all one continuous screen. Rows of black theater seats dotted the space in between the screens, sleek and curved in that way a lot of ‘futuristic’ designs were shaped. They were a bit higher up than the seats below, in a balcony section that gave them not only the best view in the theater, but a great deal of privacy.
Privacy to do what, that was the question.
Judging by their seats, it wasn’t just to watch the movie.
There was only one place to sit between the two of them, and it looked nothing like the individual theater seats below. Low to the ground with a deep bucket, a double wide cushioned seat, their shared seating looked like a modified loveseat. The chair framing held that sleek, futuristic curve of the other seats, and was tilted at a noticeable recline. The inside cushioning looked more like a huge pillow sown into it that looked so comfortable she could already feel its softness against her body.
She glanced again out at the sea of chairs over the railing of their raised platform.
Normal theater chairs, all single seaters.
She turned back to the man beside her, watching as he took his sunglasses off and clipped them to the neckline of his shirt.
“I-I’ve never seen a movie theater seat like this in a theater before,” Hinata commented pointedly, her inflection inviting an explanation.
“They’re new VIP exclusives,” he told her, his bulk turning to face her too, a devastatingly mischievous grin on his lips, “they’re callin em’ cuddle seats.”
She looked apprehensively at the seat again.
Cuddle seats…
That was an adapt name for it.
A seat to cuddle up with the big, scarred man that made her panties wet-
“Lettin’ us test em out before they start offerin em’ to the public at a ridiculous price,” his thumb slid over the softness of her skin, “I’d be pretty fuckin stupid to pass up the chance to get you in a cuddle seat with me, it’s up to you how much cuddlin’ we do.”
Her eyes snapped to his as he cut to the heart of her weariness.
“Not interested in forcing you to do shit,” he admitted, before whispering a confession that sounded more like a dirty secret, “I want you to come to me all on your own.”
Heat spilled into her cheeks.
While she there was relief in his whispered confession, it highlighted that reckless she’d discovered, and she was hard pressed to claim she wouldn’t come to him. That she was on this date at all was more than enough proof that she was certainly willing, able and eager to ‘come to him’ all on her own in many different ways.
“But me,” he continued, drawing her attention once more, “I’m wide open,” he informed her, gesturing with a slow sweep of his hard body with his hand as he spoke, the implication not lost on her, “anytime, anywhere, you don’t even have to ask.”
She couldn’t even look him in the eye as she squirmed and muttered to their feet as her face did it’s best imitation of a bright red cherry, “I-I-I’ll um, k-keep that in mind…”
Now that the offer was explicitly implanted in her brain, she didn’t think she’d be able to think about anything else, especially sitting in the ‘cuddle seat’ beside him for however long the movie lasted. For the millionth time in ten minutes, Hinata was completely off kilter with this man.
She wondered if she’d ever get used to the chaotic whirlwind that was Naruto Uzumaki.
He was incredibly bold and shamelessly unfiltered, brutally honest with a jarring openness she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to. Her polar opposite in so many ways, he was always almost too much for her, but, in some strange way, always just enough.
Just enough to make her giggle. Just enough to get her to talk. Just enough to leave her hot and bothered.
Just enough to slip past every barrier and wall she created to keep him out.
Taking her continued silence as a concession, Naruto took a seat then tugged at her hand. And like every other time he’d propelled her into motion, there was no real strength behind his physical pulls.
His eyes…
Intense and focused, sharp and heated, daring, challenging, those glinting blue depth held all the force he needed to move her the way he wanted.
This time was no different.
She was shuffling forward before her mind caught up with the decision her feet had made, reeled in by that invisible thread that held taunt between them.
His lips curled as she closed the distance between them.
Not a word passing his lips, and yet she heard them all the same.
‘ I want you to come to me all on your own. ’
His earlier words turned prediction. An explanation for their earlier interactions. He’d been letting her decide whether to come or go most of the night, giving her a significant amount of control when and how they engaged with each other.
But…
Somehow, Hinata didn’t feel like she was in control of anything at all; like every choice she made was surface level with a foregone conclusion that would always favor him.
Their knees bumped as she drew close.
She swallowed hard, renewing her silent vow to keep Hot Pants Hinata under control.
Heart pounding in her chest, face on the slow up tick to broil, Hinata planted her bottom on a seat that felt like a cloud. Despite her best efforts to keep her spine stiffened, to keep herself upright, the tipped angle of the seat forced her body to sink back into the comfortable nook the padded cushions created.
The chair was big enough to fit three of her, but with the veteran’s bulk the chair felt one size too small.
He took up the space around him and then some, greedily consuming hers too. They were pressed close, their outer thighs and shoulders pressed together, sending an even deeper blush to her cheeks. Hard to soft, pale to tanned, tucked so tight not even a breeze could slide between them. She felt his heat permeate her skin, his scent surrounding her like a heavy fog, both working as a heady intoxicant that left her head spinning.
A tatted arm reached across her lap.
The earthy scent of man and cologne overwhelmed her, the heat of his body like furnace.
A reverberating chime rang out, cutting through the haze. The side of her chair clicked, drawing her attention.
The arm rest on her side opened and expanded.
Inside was a cup holder, a steep grove for popcorn and a tablet. Snagging the tablet, Naruto straightened his bulk, handing her the tablet in the process. It lit up under a swipe of his thumb, revealing a menu of conventional and unconventional theater snacks.
“Order whatever you want,” he told her, his voice at her ear a baritone rumble that sent goosebumps across her skin, “and don’t ask how much, that’s not your problem.”
She remembered his words from yesterday night, rumbled through the phone tucked against her ear, “you’re not payin’ for shit, you’re not stressin about shit, you need somethin’, you want somethin’ you tell me and I’ll handle it. Don’t give a shit what it is, it’s my problem not yours.”
A man of his word.
Kiba-kun’s advice followed after, giving her the extra push to accept some level of spoiling by the man beside her.
Though it pained her not to penny pinch, pained her that there were no listed price tag numbers to calculate, and no on hand staff to inquire about possible discounts, Hinata made one selection, then boldly made one more after it. Silently proud of her little splurge as she ordered a kid sized popcorn that surely, surely, couldn’t cost all that much even with added salt and butter, and the smallest sized soda she could find, Hinata passed the tablet to him. Anxiety and a touch of discomfort was a slow undercurrent in her stomach as he glanced over her purchases. She’d always hated having others foot a bill for her, no matter how small, much to the annoyance of her bestie Ino.
Hinata had never been spoiled by anyone in her entire life, before or after Konoha.
It was harder than she thought it’d be to let herself be spoiled.
“That all?” he asked, “you sure?”
She nodded, although, with the arch of his brow she could deduce he wasn’t impressed with her selection, nor her attempt at mitigating his attempt to spoil her. Despite her discomfort, she did have a legitimate reason for keeping her movie snacks light.
“W-we still have dinner coming,” she justified with a guilty flush, twiddling her thumbs in her lap and fighting to keep her shoulders from inching towards her burning ears.
Naruto had already established she couldn’t lie to save her life, falling back on omission and half truths were going to have to see her through.
She breathed a silent sight of relief that he didn’t call her out.
She’d just settled back in their cuddle seat when he spoke again.
“You’re cute as hell when you’re tryin’ to get away with shit, you know that right?” he commented nonchalantly, delivering the compliment and call out oh so casually, like he hadn’t just sent her heart racing and set her entire face on fire.
Flattered, flustered and embarrassed, Hinata couldn’t find a response to that.
She was grateful when it seemed he didn’t plan on teasing her further or was waiting for her to answer his statement/question. In the absence of more teasing, Hinata let the crux of his compliment unfurl into butterflies of pleasure that fluttered in her belly.
Cute…
He thought she was cute.
Blushing, she snuck a peek at him from beneath her lashes once she found the nerve to drag her eyes from her bumping fingers.
He was fully engrossed in ordering his movie snacks, putting her more at ease.
She watched him scroll through the screens, fascinated and enthralled by the size of his hand and the crisp skin art etched on the back of it.
Hunt.
She wanted to ask him what those words on his hands meant: Hunt. Prey.
She assumed it had something to do with his military background. They hadn’t really talked and gotten to know each other yet, even before this date.
She blushed.
Well, other than physically getting to know each other.
Still, she didn’t feel compelled to speak up at that moment.
As he’d pointed out earlier, they still had dinner in the near future, and from what she’d seen in movies, people tended to do the most talking sitting across from each other over fancy restaurant table cloth, expensive wine and elaborate entrées. She was both dreading and looking forward to it. While she wasn’t too keen on the delicate, omission ridden weaving of her past she’d have to present to him, she was excited to learn more about this man that had her good sense scattering and her body going haywire.
There were so many questions she had for him, and not just about his tattoos.
She glanced over at the far corner of the VIP room where one of the men she’d seen hovering around him earlier stood with his arms crossed and his back against the wall, a pose that seemed relaxed but for the sharpness in his dark eyes as they scanned the room. Another stood near the door they’d entered through, his posture one of alert watchfulness. There were probably more she couldn’t see stationed around the room, father had always split his guards up that way, once saying it was foolish to openly display the limits of your security.
Hinata knew Naruto was a very rich man, but the security seemed to imply he was also someone important.
So…
Who exactly was Naruto Uzumaki?
The man in question shifted, dropping the tablet in a side compartment on his side of the chair before settling back in his seat and sliding an arm around the back of their chair, just shy of touching her shoulders, completely banishing her inquisitive thoughts in the process. His scent hit her again, his presence setting all her senses on high.
Her stomach fluttered, and that hot achy sensation only he seemed to coax from her settled low in her groin.
Fidgeting, Hinata sputtered, “w-what movie are we watching again?”
“After Sundown.”
Brows furrowing, Hinata scanned her memory for the familiar title.
It came to her a moment later. One of her regulars had mentioned the movie was coming out soon during a casual conversation while Hinata took their order.
“Y-you mean the horror movie After Sundown?” she fairly squeaked, staring wide eyed into amused bright blue.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, blonde brow raised, “you said you liked horror movies .”
Taken aback, Hinata replayed their only conversation about movies yesterday afternoon, zeroing in on that moment he’d taken her hand in his, stroking the roughness of his thumb over her skin, fueling the crackling attraction between them as he asked her out. It was fuzzy, but she did recall his quietly rumbled follow up question he’d laid out after her breathless ‘yes’.
“You like scary movies?” he’d murmured, the soft purr of the question feeling somewhat suggestive even though it absolutely wasn’t in any way, shape or form.
Silly smitten blushing little ninny that she was at the time, Hinata remembered a dreamy hum of ‘mhm,’ leaving her lips in response to a question the pounding of her heart hadn’t let her ears hear properly, or her brain to fully process. She’d been so flustered at the time she hadn’t heard much beyond ‘go out with me’ to be honest. It was hard to focus when he touched her, hard to think when he gave her that intense look with those deep, crystal blue eyes.
The truth was, Hinata didn’t like horror movies.
Or rather, Hinata didn’t like horror movies that weren’t supernatural. She could handle ghost and demons, anything with the occult and be fine afterwards. It was hard to be afraid of some intangible force when true monsters, living breathing creatures called human beings, existed.
Hinata knew from experience, the scariest thing this world had to offer were other humans.
Movies like After Sundown, based on a serial killer that kidnapped people and used them in sick twisted murder games, weren’t things she could sit through without fear.
They reminded her too much of things best forgotten.
Ino thought it was funny, her fear of non-supernatural movies.
‘You’re such a cute little chickenshit’ Ino’d laughed the first time they watched a horror film on one of the few channels Hinata’s crappy cable picked up.
If only Ino knew-
An rumble of amusement drew her attention.
“You should see the look on your face,” her date chuckled, his head dipping to give her a closer view of the mirth dancing in his eyes, “why’d you say you like scary shit if you’re that scared of it?”
Cheeks the shade of ripened tomatoes, Hinata opened her mouth…then closed it. What could she say that wouldn’t make her look like a lust driven idiot that hadn’t fully taken in his words, at best and terrible liar at worse?
The former sounded better than the latter.
“I-I was nervous at the time,” she admitted, “and didn’t really hear…what you asked at the time,” her blush deepened as she made another confession, fingers bumping in a bid to relive the nervous buzz in her belly, “this is all new for me. D-dating, I mean. I’ve…actually never been on a date before.”
“Never been on a date?” he parroted, his eyes gaining a sharp, piercing focus that sent a shiver down her spine, his bulk shifting to swallow more of her personal space, “that mean you never had a boyfriend either?”
She swallowed, feeling pinned beneath a sapphire spotlight.
Blushing furiously, stomach mutedly knotting, Hinata wasn’t sure if it was attraction or nerves as the confession left her lips, “n-no…never.”
His eyes took on a different intensity, one that eased the knot in her belly but turned everything inside it to red hot mush in exchange.
He smiled at her.
A curl of his lips that flashed the tips of his canine and set her heart pounding so hard it hurt. Her lungs seized and held as he wrapped a lock of her long hair, dangling dangerously close to her breast, around his thick tatted finger as he dipped his head even further, his words a deep whispered secret between them as he murmured, “never had a boyfriend. Never been on a date until you decided to make me your first, hm.”
The way he made that sound…
She nodded again, twiddling her thumbs in an effort to stave off the urge to spontaneously combust.
The heat in his eyes was scorching, the deep timbre of his next words making their meaning, their sexual connotation unmistakable as murmrued, “what other firsts you wanna give me tonight, baby?”
Her stomach dropped, lungs deflating in a near silent whoosh as her body went up in flames. Liquid fire surged through her veins, a blooming ache taking up a steady thrum between her thighs. Her mind whirled with images, flashing of scenes of his big body looming above hers, caging her in with muscle strength that comprised his form. Vibrant tatted skin glistening with sweat, made even shinier as her trembling fingers trailed across them. Narrow hips working between her parted thighs, her own breathless cries puncturing his every thrust-
Had she not already been sitting, Hinata knew she’d have keeled over.
Fainting dead away as she’d warned him earlier, though not from the splendor of their date, but the unabashed lust and shameless confession of how and where he wouldn’t mind this night ending.
Good Heavens!
Why in the world did she think she could handle this man?
He pulled no punches, toed no lines.
He was as direct as a bullet, firing with perfect accuracy, hitting all her vulnerable spots with ease.
Naruto Uzumaki was too much, too soon. Too blunt for her reserved disposition, and yet, the giddy excitement thrumming in her chest, the somersaults exploding in her belly, the moisture dampening her panties had her questioning the validity of those assertions.
Had her rethinking what truly made her tick.
Because for all her blushing and embarrassment and flustering, Hinata couldn’t deny drawn like a moth to flame to his outrageous comments and outrageous teasing. Couldn’t act as though her attraction to the scarred soldier didn’t grow the more they interacted, the longer that spent in each other’s company. Couldn’t pretend that she had never felt more alive than when she was around the chaotic maelstrom that was the man chuckling beside her.
“I’ll let you in on a secret,” he husked, letting her silken hair slide down his finger, shifting gears effortless while she sat stuck in the sensual mire he’d created for her, “I never had a girlfriend before either.”
She blinked at that, disbelief immediately rising to the surface.
Certainly it showed on her face, because he chuckled, speaking as though she’d voiced her doubts aloud as he said, “no bullshit. Women came and went, never wanted to call one mine till now.”
She was stunned a second time, mouth parting in surprise, a move that drew his gaze to her bottom lip. She held her breath as his words moved through her, spreading heat and sparks through every synapses encompassing her being.
Eyes on her mouth, voice a husky rumble, he murmured, “here’s another one for you. Never been on a date either.”
Hinata fought the urge to wet lips, feeling the pressure of his gaze as though they were the pressure of his own lips.
She reach for distraction, choosing to digest the secret he’d shared.
Given his age, Hinata would have doubted the truth of his words if anyone else had spoken them, however, Naruto had yet to strike her as a liar. He was candid and without tact, cutting through to the heart of things rather than playing word games the way herself tried to. If anything, he seemed to revel in the shock factor of his honesty if the way he chuckled and grinned when her face lit up like traffic light was anything to go by.
Taking into account all she knew of him, she couldn’t see him lying about this.
“Never wanted any of that shit. Used to laugh at people that did. Then you came along,” he whispered, reaching out to trace the plump curve of the bottom lip he’d been staring at, his eyes like iron chains holding her own prisoner, “flipped all that shit on its head, ‘ttebayo. Got me wanting all types of shit I never thought twice about.”
Her breath left her lungs in a rush as her belly did a series of cartwheels, as she silently acknowledged the same was true for her too.
Naruto Uzumaki had, and continued to flipped many things on its in head for her as well.
An uncomfortable throat clearing broke through the intimate spell he’d weaved, startling her from their sensual revere. Blushing as though staff member standing in the aisle at Naruto’s side had been privy to their conversation, Hinata turned her gaze to the unknown male and the cart he’d wheeled with him. A gleaming silver container topped the cart, the faint sound of popping just barely reaching her ears from within. Beside it, a matching, but far smaller container set atop a smooth, glinting miniature, single eye hot plate that she only recognize as a hot plate by the bright glow underneath.
“Excuse the interruption, Uzumaki-san. Your orders are ready,” he man said, dipping down to a shiny steel container on the bottom level and retrieving the fanciest sodas she’d ever seen.
Long necked glass with carved groves to fit her fingers into, ensuring a more secure hold on her beverage. The strawberry soda was shot through with streaks of twisting silver, the bottom illuminated with a cyan blue that gave the appearance of bleeding into the bright pink of the soda. It was incredibly pretty, and made her a little anxious about how much her soda had actually cost, considering the fancy fanfare it came contained inside. There was also the fact that it looked more like a medium than the small she’d ordered, though, that notion was swiftly disabused as Naruto’s sizable soda made its way to him.
As they both place their drinks down in their respective side consoles, the staff member started dishing out the popcorn. Lifting the top from the large silver container, the staff member moved through a process he’d clearly down a hundred times. In a fancy bowl that was the shape and size of the popcorn holder, he placed half of the freshly popped popcorn into it, then uncovered the smaller container and drizzled freshly melted butter atop.
A bit of salt, then a careful stirring before adding another layer atop and repeating the process, ensuring every piece was butter coated and properly salted. Again, the ‘child sized’ popcorn was bigger than she thought, but compared to Naruto’s it was downright tiny.
“Wanna tell me why we’re staring at a blank screen?” he asked casually as the staff member finished.
“Apologies, Uzumaki-san, we’re still seating guests in the common section,” the attendant informed him, “and the scheduled runtime isn’t for another fifteen minutes.”
Naruto frowned at that, though he didn’t offer a single complaint.
The attendant swallowed before saying, “I’ll…see if there’s a way to start a bit early, is there anything else I can get you while you wait?”
Instead of answering, he turned and looked at her, “baby?”
Blushing at the intimate address in front of someone else, Hinata shook her head.
The man bowed, tugging a radio from his belt as he turned and left.
Manners coaxed her to speak, though she couldn’t help the brush of pink embarrassment that touched her cheeks as murmured to the man beside her, “thank you for the popcorn and soda,”
His gaze swung to hers, glinting with something intense, awareness crackling between them. He reached out with a single finger, lifting her chin and dipping his head.
“What’d you say, baby?” he questioned softly, “couldn’t hear you.”
Face heating enough to burn his finger, Hinata willed her lips to move, “t-thank you…”
He watched her mouth as she said it, his pupils dilated with blazing desire that never seemed to fully leave his blue depths when he looked at her.
Her breath hitched as his thumb traced her bottom lip, his gaze slowly finding hers, “you’re welcome.”
He wasn’t in any rush to disengage…and she wasn’t either.
And when he finally pulled away, she could help but be disappointed.
In the ensuing silence and in a bid to collect herself yet again, Hinata taste tested her popcorn while they waited, barely holding back a hum of appreciation as the warm butter and fluffy popcorn fairly melted on her tongue.
She’d had popcorn before, but it had never tasted like this.
As she reached for another morsel, the lights shut off abruptly, startling her and prompting a crowd of startled gasps and squeal from the public gallery below their VIP booth.
The sudden change startled everyone but the man beside her.
His piercing eyes were fixed to the now lit up screens, his demeanor speaking volumes. The early start hadn’t surprised him at all. From the way he leaned back in their cuddle seat and laid his loosely clasped hands across his abdominals, he’d expected this to happen.
They started the movie early solely to please him.
She peeked at him as the movie light cut through darkness and the crowd below made their displeasure at the early start known in loud grumbles that were shushed by staff, her mind whirling with questions, one in particular shoving to the forefront.
Just who was Naruto Uzumaki?
A sudden scream refocused her gaze to the screens in front of her, though the source of the sound had her turning around to the curve of the cuddle seat. She could just make out a few metal squares on the lining fixed just above her head. The sounds of the movie flowed through, perfectly synchronized with the on-screen movie, amplifying the sound as well as any headphones.
Ino often complained it was hard to hear what the actors were saying sometimes during quieter moments. Hinata didn’t think that’d be an issue at all with their fancy seating.
In fact, over the next few minutes of suspense and build up, she wondered if they were a little too well.
If it made the sounds a little too clear for her rapidly tensing nerves.
She knew the answer to that question halfway through her popcorn and soda, during a scene where the protagonist, a dark haired woman on the run from an abusive husband, walked into her bedroom after a shower, and a hand grabbed her ankle from beneath the bed.
At the same instance, something cold, like the brush of fingers touched her ankles.
Hinata squealed, jerking her feet up into the chair and launching herself at the nearest source of safety.
The big beefy ex-soldier next to her.
Wrapping panicked arms around his neck, she babbled and stuttered an explanation, holding onto him and at the same time, peering into the darkness below her.
His laughter cut through her fright, vibrating beneath her, amusement coating his voice as he explained, “you weren’t bullshittin when you said you weren’t listening yesterday. There’s nobody under the seat, baby. This is a ‘interactive’ movie. For some of the scenes, they use chair features to fuck with you. They blew air on your ankle.”
She was sure her blush cut through the darkness of the theater.
Having thoroughly made a fool of herself, Hinata stuttered out, “o-oh…I’m sorry, I-”
“You hear me complainin’?” he asked, another chuckle leaving his lips, nuzzling her temple he murmured, “I’m glad you didn’t hear shit I said yesterday. It’s workin’ out real fuckin nice for me tonight, ‘ttebayo.”
Situational awareness flooded in an instant, leaving Hinata very aware of her breast pressed to his chest, her thighs trapping one of his, his right hand on her hip, and his left hand…
…had a handful of her rear end.
She was going to faint.
His big hand cupped her pliant flesh, his fingers subtly flexing into something close to a squeeze.
Definitely going to faint…
“U-u-uhm, N-Naruto, um-”
He shifted, removing his hand from her bottom and tumbling her more comfortably against him, letting her sink into the line of his oblique, cuddling beneath his arm, then resting the heavy weight of his muscle arm in the dip of her hip, his tatted hand dangling right above her somersaulting tummy.
Pressing kiss to her temple that soothed as much as it startled her, he whispered, “didn’t think you’d wanna cuddle this soon, but again, I ain’t complanin’, baby.”
Molten fire touched her cheeks.
Did her jumping him count as an invitation to cuddle?
She…she didn’t think so but…
She made no move to untangle herself from him.
Being this close to him, plastered together as they were…
It felt…good.
So good.
The heat of him, his earth scent, the hardness of his body melded against her side, all of it sent arching sparks of pleasure along every nerve ending lining her body. Each sensation and sensory stimulation dizzying and anxiety inducing, and new, and so incredible she couldn’t help but sit and soak in the cauldron of emotions stewing inside her. Her ability to process this unfamiliar stimuli and feeling running through her slow and uncertain, even as the combination of her pounding heart and his quiet strength settled something in her she hadn’t know was awry, tapping into some innate instinct that sent contentment seeping into her skin.
They were doing this date backwards…or wrong…or something .
Hinata had never been on a date to know through experience that this one was anything but ordinary, however, she’d seen movies and TV shows, heard stories from Ino and her co-workers at work to know it was as far from the norm as possible. She was pretty sure cuddling up with a movie didn’t happen until at least the third date, maybe even longer, and yet, here they were.
Cuddling. In a cuddle seat. On the first date.
Everything felt super charged and happening far to quick for her to keep up.
And yet…
She couldn’t seem to make herself jump off the speeding train.
Another scream pierce the air, the chair beneath her jolted and a puff of air blew her hair.
Naruto didn’t jump once, not even a twitch. He was a fearless mass beneath her cheek.
She stole a glance at his face, anything to take her eyes from the frightening scene. Blankness. Not a single emotion passing his shadowed face as the man on the screen ran for her life. Tripping and clawing through snow for safety, the killer behind him slowly closing the distance between them, dragging an axe behind him as he whistled. Hinata burrowed deeper into the hard chest she lay pressed against, her fingers gripping his shirt taunt at his abdomen. The theater grew chilled, simulating the wintry setting, the man’s whistle heightened in the speakers above her head. She turned away as the axe lifted, a scream rent the room, then a loud sickening thump followed.
Through the wild pounding of her pules, the nausea touching her stomach, she felt it.
For the first time, she felt a tremor go through him, a subtle jerking that followed the rumble of his chest. It was hard to place the sound beneath the horrific screams of the man being butchered on screen but she felt sure enough to guess what it was.
Laughter.
Naruto was chuckled.
Probably because she was being a scaredy cat, hiding in his chest through the horrible scene.
The same thought crossed her mind as it had when Ino giggled at her antics during their horror movie.
If only he knew…
-
The movie ended on a good note.
The protagonist managed to escape, and even save a few people along the way. Though she blushed and flustered when it was time to detangle from each other, Hinata could admit she’d been loath to give up the comfort.
He wrapped an arm around her waist as he led her to their next destination, his touch leagues more familiar than it had been before.
Security was already waiting outside the door when the got off another of the ships circular chute elevators.
When the door opened, Hinata’s eyes grew wide. Immediately understanding where they were and what was about to happen.
A single woman stood inside a wide room, surrounded on both sides by rows upon rows of evening gowns.
His words from last night echoed in her head.
“Wear whatever, baby. All you gotta worry about is showing up, all the extra shit, you let me handle.”
“Uzumaki-san, Satō-san, come in come in,” the woman invited, her brown curls bouncing, green eyes alight with cheer as she gestured, “ahhhh, what a beautiful woman you’ve brought me, Uzumaki-san. I’m afraid this will be much harder than I thought. Such a beauty has so many options it will be nigh impossible to narrow down one look. I’ll want her to try them all, ah, how stressful.”
Red faced, Hinata didn’t know how to take such an elaborate compliment.
Naruto, on the other hand, had no trouble speaking up, though he directed his words to her first, stroking her waist as he spoke, “wish we had all night, wouldn’t mind seeing you in all this fancy shit,” his blues eyes flicked to the woman as he continued, “ but we don’t, so you’re gonna have to narrow it down. Quick.”
Sighing heavily, but giving a respectful incline of her head, the woman responded with a disappointed, “but of course Uzumaki-san, it’ll be as you wish. Now, Satō-san, if you’ll step inside so I can reconfirm your measurements.”
She blinked at that even as she moved into the room.
Reconfirm her measurements?
How did she have them in the first place?
She turned back to Naruto as the woman took out her measuring tape.
He grinned back at her, doing that unsettling mind reading thing as he said with a careless shrug, “always been good with measurements, ya know.”
He was shameless.
Absolutely shameless.
“Might I make a suggestions Uzumaki-san, Satō-san,” the female injected, cutting through the sensual cloud and drawing her attention, “with your natural shape, I think a mermaid cut would suit you. They extenuates the waist and outline the bust and hips. Much to my great envy, not only is your bust quite generous, but your waist is quite tiny and your hips are well curved. Such a dress would highlight all your best features.”
Face tomato hued, Hinata peeked over at the man that probably shouldn’t be in range of hearing her assets discussed so…bluntly.
She was shocked and not shocked to find his eyes on her.
His oceanic depths sharp and intent, tracing the contours of her body as the tailor narrated as though the tailor was his tour guide and Hinata’s body was a seventh world wonder. Hinata could barely hear the woman, choking as she was on the hyper charged tension that filled the distance between them.
His eyes flicked to hers, sending hers fleeing back to the tailor.
“…beautiful skin as well,” the tailor continued, a thread amusement threaded her words, “even when flushed scarlet.”
Hinata hadn’t though she could get anymore embarrassed.
Clearly she hadn’t given herself enough credit.
A knock on the door gained both her and Naruto’s attention. The woman taking her measurements didn’t react at all, mumbling to herself as eyeballed Hinata’s figure once more, humming and tapping a finger to her chin in indecision.
“What,” Naruto grunted.
The door opened and a very tall man wearing a half mask, and the black garb of Naruto’s suspected personal body guards entered the room.
“Got a message for you, Bossman.”
Naruto gave the man a sharp look, one rife with annoyance. Crossing his arms over his chest, Naruto stalked to the door. Hinata watched the exchange curiously, though she couldn’t hear a word of it as the man leaned in to speak in hushed tones right at the blonde veteran’s ear.
It took all of a few seconds before the guard left and Naruto moved in her direction. The tailor wandered away as he neared, riffling through colorful silk sheathes on hangers.
“Is everything alright?” Hinata asked as he reached.
“Captain Kiss Ass wants to demonstrate his best ass kissing techniques,” he told her, sliding his hands up the backs of her bare arms, “gonna go tell him to fuck off then I gotta get dressed too.”
She was a little disappointed.
Though she’d never admit it aloud, and barely admitted it to herself, she would’ve enjoyed modeling gowns for him, and she couldn’t put all the blame on Hot Pants Hinata for the way she felt. Watching his gaze burn as he slid it from the top of her head to the tips of her feet, feeling her insides turn to mush was a heady sensation she was growing to crave.
“As annoying as Captain Kiss Ass is, its probably a good thing he’s tryin’ brown nose,” he dipped his head, his words a quiet whisper between them, “otherwise you would’ve been here all night modelin’ shit for me. We don’t have all night for that but its hard not to get distracted when it comes to you.”
He said it truthfully and without an ounce of shame, and with the deep timbre of his voice that buzzed down her spine and at the hardened point of her breasts.
“Besides, we’re only an hour out from the island, and you still got a pre-dinner thing to get through.”
Her brows creased at that, a measure of her desire clearing enough to question, “pre-dinner thing?”
“Spa shit,” he told her, “fuck is it called, maddy paddy or something. The nail and toe shit.”
She giggled, amused by both his adorably puzzled expression and incorrect naming of something she’d only ever done for herself, his grin infectious as she mirthfully corrected, “mani pedi.”
“Whatever,” he chuckled, hands sliding down to capture her hands, thumb tracing her skin as he said, “staff’s gonna give you a mani pedi, do your hair, do your makeup if you’re into that, rub your shoulders, feed you grapes and shit, all the girly spa stuff you see on TV,” he reached up, cupping her chin as he backtracked, “if you do get makeup, don’t let them cake all that shit on your face. You’re fuckin gorgeous, you don’t need shit covering that up.”
For the millionth time that day, pleasure coated embarrassment scorch her cheeks.
“Pick out something that’ll blow my fuckin mind,” he ordered, before making his exit.
Though not before pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her wrist.
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The tranquil trickle of water over hushed music filled the hidden cove themed room.
The walls themselves looked carved from the belly of a mountain, molded into and painted in a way that was so convincing she was nearly convinced they’d been taken from one and piled atop each other to form the circular room around her. Just like the jungle themed pool at the resort, the floor was a combination of fake but springy grass and false sand that felt good on her toes but didn’t cling to her skin.
It was a beautiful private room, a charming mix of pseudo nature and modern comfort.
Calming in a way she’d never experienced before. Even more so considering her current activity.
Hinata sighed, relaxing even deeper into the suction cup tub pillow cradling her spine, and the gentle but firm pressure of the jacuzzi jets at her neck, shoulders, sides and feet. Sweet scented rosy pink bubbles, colored by the soft pink light illuminating from the oval shaped sunken tub she was currently submerged within.
Another sigh left her lips as she slowly swirled her legs around the hot water.
This bath was heavenly.
Never had she ever felt anything as soothing hot water jets against the delicate, work-tense muscles ling her form, nor realized the devastating effect of certain oil concoctions added to a bath. Her skin felt silky and infinitely soft, her muscles so relax they felt like putty beneath her flesh. She reached out to grab the glass balanced on a tray stretching just over the churning water, bringing the golden rimmed, gem studded flute to her lips for a sip. She handled it carefully, fully convinced the diamonds at the bottom of the wine glass were real, that gold tinged glass dusted with real gold, and that breaking this fancy cup would cost her more than she could make in six lifetimes.
Slowly, she brought the chilled flute to her lips, eyes closing with relish as sweet nectar slid over her tongue, and a gentle fire swept through her body
She knew it was some kind of wine, but seeing as she rarely ever drank, she couldn’t even begin to guess what kind. It was dark, and smooth, without trace of the bitterness she usually tasted with spirits. If all alcoholic beverages tasted this good, she might fancy a glass of wine at bed time every once in a while. She hadn’t even realized that’s what it was until the staff member asked her if she was okay with the wine choice through the door.
As she swallowed, the lemon scented face mask the attendant applied tugged at her jaw.
The mask felt heavenly too.
Zesty and subtly tingly in a way she loved.
Hinata had never felt so pampered.
Or, she hadn’t thought she could.
That notion was banished in the next half hour when the attendant that led her here collected her from the bath, standing on the other side of the vibrant byōbu as Hinata shrugged into a robe, and readjusted the heavy weight of the sloppy bun bunched at the top of her head.
Her next stop was a dark room lit by flickering candles tucked into cubbies along curved walls that surrounded a single massage bed and a single female with a welcoming smile. And for the next half hour, Hinata had her flesh molded and melted oh so sweetly from her bones by the competent hands of the masseuse.
It was lying lax and tranquil, bones in a puddle that Hinata declared that moment her new most pampered.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you think you’re going?” a woman asked.
“Oh come on! I heard Uzumaki-san was here to get a massage, though I’d, ya know, try and rub elbows with the rich and famous.”
“Well you heard wrong,” the woman replied, “Uzumaki-san is in the King’s suite getting ready for dinner, this suite is for his guest. A guest he’s specifically ordered to have a man free wing, so march your butt right back down the hall. Go , before you get us all-”
Hinata strained to hear, only to completely lose the train of conversation as her masseuse turned up the tranquil music, drowning out the gossip.
“I apologize for their unprofessional conduct, madam,”
“It’s alright,” she reassured the woman with a giggle, “they remind me of some of my co-workers. I understand how easy it can be to get carried away. No harm done.”
The exchange was harmless, but, it also stoked more of her curiosity.
-
Next, hair, makeup and a ‘maddy paddy’ as Naruto called it initially.
She giggled quietly to herself as she eased into the stylist chair, and a soft pink barber cape was draped over her robbed form.
Though she didn’t ask why she was giggle, the woman tying her cape smiled along with her as if she already knew the source of her humor, “My name is Megumi and I’ll be your head stylist today. We’ll start you off with a wash and condition with the scent of your choice.”
Reaching behind the seat, Megumi rolled forward a thin metal pole with a wide, flat base at the end that seemed that was attached to the chair, curbing it around until it stopped at a ninety degree angle, the base level with her chest. The designated head stylist turned again and grabbed an extra large tablet enclosed inside a pretty pink case that matched the barber cape. Megumi attached the device to the metal with a sturdy snap that spoke of magnetic connection, and tapped the screen to display a bright, vibrant menu.
“We have a wide selection of scents to choose from,” Megumi promoted, hitting a few prompts until a fairly long, fairly intimidating, list of shampoo and conditioners popped up, “do you have a preference or shall I grab some samples for you to smell so you can narrow it down?”
Head spinning, and perhaps a touch of anxiety at the sheer volume of choices, Hinata asked, “I-I prefer strawberry & cream if you have it.”
“Of course,”
Megumi punched in more buttons, before shifting to a new list of choices, “now, let’s sort through your nail choice. Acrylic or natural, whichever you prefer. We have an even wider choice of nail polish, I recommend getting gel polish since it lasts a lot longer, but if you’d like traditional nail polish that’s no problem either.”
Hinata had no idea what gel polish was.
In the end, she kept it somewhat simple but more interesting than she’d ever had.
White French tipped with an accent design of a thin curved orange line studded with glittering rhinestones only on her ring fingers, though she couldn’t help but blush knowing why she’d chosen it and what Naruto would think upon seeing it.
She was playing with fire. She realized that.
And yet, she couldn’t seem to curb her urge to fly closer to the open flame.
She didn’t even know what it was about him that drew her so strongly. What about him made her want to be daring and push the boundaries of what she knew to be safe and responsible.
Her rosy cheeks turned ruby.
Sure, he was an attractive man, there was no denying that.
Built like a woman’s lewdest fantasies come to life Naruto Uzumaki was looked like he’d been plucked right from that naughty male calender Ino kept her bedroom. Devastating as his body was the her senses, his personality was just as destructive. Oozing a charismatic charm that felt almost hypnotic to behold, and so shamelessly blunt she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement whenever she talked to him, never knowing what outrageous thing he’d say or do next. He was a unique force of nature with a gravitational pull that seemed fine tuned to draw her in.
“Now, on to hair,” Megumi continued, pulling her from her thoughts.
After a thorough and somehow, incredibly soothing hair washing, conditioning and drying, Hinata sat in the stylist chair surrounded by three female beauticians. Thoroughly pampered, wine relaxed and soothed, Hinata settled back in her chair as the gentle teeth of two combs ran through her hair. Her eyes fading closed as the soft scratch to her scalp sent pleasure through her.
They offered her another glass of wine.
Still buzzing from her last glass, Hinata took it.
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Anyway, that’s all I got for now, thanks for reading!
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