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More Womanly Now	By : sihayadib Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 4101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
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�� The
scent of sweat and work heavily dressed her body in an invisible cloak. Sakura
breathed in deeply, expecting nothing but an appetizing aroma, but was dismayed
that she could only smell herself. �God, I stink.�
�� Sakura?� Hinata�s voice rang sweetly from the other room. A
few rattled dishes and other kitchen noises were heard before her friend came
rushing out to greet her guest. Now residing in a cozy apartment, close to the
hospital and more appropriate for studying, Hinata had made quite a space for
herself. Something about the surroundings; its decorations, feelings, just
everything about the place; was drenched in Hinata. For such a simple woman,
plain in style and manner, her personality certainly came through in her living
space.
�� Hi Sakura! Dinner is almost ready, and I laid out some of
my old coats. I only had three clean ones, and there should be, um, a few more
after laundry day. You can take off your lab coat if you like. I know you
haven�t had a chance to change or anything, so, um��
�� Thanks.
Actually, I was just noticing how much I smelled like work.� Sakura grimaced at
the thought, but Hinata simply laughed. Unfortunately, she had noticed the
smell, too. Being on a team with Kiba had made her
quite aware of scents, especially those bordering on offensive.
�� Well,
um, I took a shower when I came home. I mean, I, uh, don�t like to smell like
work either. If you want, you could, uh��
�� Really, Hinata? Oh, I would appreciate that so much!�
Sakura was already bolting to the bathroom door and practically reading
Hinata�s mind. From working in the lab together, Sakura picked up the
occasional habit of finishing Hinata�s sentences. Sometimes, when there were no
words at all, they could work simultaneously on an experiment, almost as one
person. Little instruction was needed once they became set in a pattern,
reading and responding to each other with finely tuned consideration.
�� Hinata
stood still next to the doorway. Her hands were still pressing together in
front of her, mimicking the act they always made when she asked a question. A simple question that had flustered her. Sakura had taken
advantage of Hinata�s amenities before, but never this eagerly. And it had
never been so hard to ask. Hinata pressed her weight back and forth between the
balls of her feet in a small dance of uncertainty, and quietly let out soft,
�Huh,� before returning to the kitchen to find her soup had almost boiled over.
~~~~~
�� Hey,
I hope you don�t mind that I borrowed your robe. I didn�t feel like sitting in
my gritty shirt while I ate, and oh�� Sakura stopped when she noticed the
picturesque meal placed on the low-rise table in front of the couch. Hinata was
currently bending over in front of the television, trying to put a DVD in the
player. When she turned, she noticed how wide Sakura�s eyes were and how her
chin dropped in obvious surprise. Dinner was no big deal to Hinata; she just
arranged it in a Feng shui
manner with carefully placed flowers across the middle decorating the small
army of china plates with bits of food elegantly placed on each. That�s all.
And yet, she watched as the shock did not dissipate from Sakura�s face, but a
single dribble of water ran down her nose to balance precariously on the tip before
falling off. The itch seemed to bring Sakura back to reality. Bringing her hand
up to scratch at her nose and then reside nervously in her hair,� she gushed at the
vision before her.
�� My goodness! That is really something�� Sakura continued
on. She had a penchant for elaborating on a topic for awhile, so Hinata let
her. When she was told the china plates were too much, Hinata informed her that
they were mostly the chipped hand-me-downs from her parents. When the food was
too elegantly arranged to eat, Hinata told her that one of her favorite
pastimes as a child was helping the cook in the kitchen. She could create many
beautiful settings in a lot less time than her friend was insisting it took.
�� Thank
you, Sakura, but we should probably eat before it gets cold.� Hinata finally
brushed away all doubt with the proposition of eating. Her stomach hit at that
point and let out a painful growl. Sakura wondered if she even remembered to
eat today, but pushed it aside. She wasn�t use to this. Everything seemed
almost too elegant, and she was so used to everyday plates and simple meals.
Heck, she was more used to ramen than this, and she never particularly
preferred ramen. It was almost too much, and it almost made her feel bad.
Sakura never liked to put her friends out, or ask them to do things for her. Maybe
if she was extremely comfortable with them she could ask, but, she still felt
Hinata was being too kind tonight.
�� I
don�t know how to thank you,� said Sakura, feeling a little depressed at not
being able to return the kindness. Some of her doubts were washed away when
Hinata looked over to her friend and let out a genuine smile. Her expression
was full of kindness and everything that was good in Hinata�s heart, and Sakura
couldn�t help but sincerely smile herself. Her friend made her heart ache in a
profoundly good way. She realized she came tonight, not only wanting affection
and warmth, but also kindness. Honest and open kindness. Sakura looked down to
her food as she sat on the floor before the low table and wistfully smiled.
�� When did I get so lonely?� The question
seemed too much like a statement and hit home� hard in her mind. She slowly picked up
her spoon, simultaneously deciding to find a way to thank Hinata and also
return the favor. The whir of electronics brought her out of her small pity
party, when it dawned on her that Hinata was starting a movie.
�� I
thought about asking you to watch a movie earlier,� giggled Sakura. �You�re
reading my mind, Hinata.� She placed a face of mock accusation over her
features and shook her spoon menacingly at her friend. She stopped to ask, �What
did you pick?�
�� Just
a favorite of mine,� Hinata trailed off. She smiled, and looked directly at her
friend, �Let it be a surprise.� Sakura stared back, and her cheeks grew a light
pink shadow over the ridges of her cheekbones. Hinata�s directness made
Sakura�s skin tingle softly, as she tried to cover her reaction by immediately
redirecting attention to the television and dinner.
~~~~~
�� Half
an hour into the movie, dinner was finished. Fifteen minutes after that, Sakura
was crying. This movie had certainly found a way to tug at every heartstring.
Hinata wasn�t letting the movie effect her that much.
Maybe she had seen it too many times, but she noticed Sakura was feeling every
second of it. She was glad her friend was unwinding and experiencing some
emotion openly. In too many instances, Sakura stayed reserved. Well, except in
times of anger or determination, but certain emotions stayed fairly far beneath
the surface once she grew up.
�� Another
half an hour after that, and Sakura�s hand decided to tangle itself between
Hinata�s fingers.
�� A
particularly depressing part of the movie had started. Hinata looked deeper
into the meaning and what each moment meant beyond the more obvious
presentation. She already enjoyed the fluid story, but picking out little
instances made her realize why it was one of her favorites. There was always
more meaning beneath the surface, and she liked to delve into significant
instances like that.
�� Sakura
was still on a rollercoaster, riding each twist and turn with a smile or a sob.
Hinata did not know that her movie choice only provoked the earlier loneliness
into an empty, swallowing feeling. So she was rather surprised when fingers
brushed against hers and then stuck themselves firmly in between. Surprised,
her back went ramrod straight and her bent knees in front of her tightened. Her
toes lifted off the ground, and at that point, she pretended to change
positions so as not to alarm Sakura. Out of the corner of Hinata�s eye, she
noticed beneath drying strands of pink hair, the other woman was still deeply
entrenched in the movie. It was almost if she had instinctively reached out.
Hinata looked back to the television screen and noticed a pair of entwined
hands in the movie, too. Perhaps reaching for her hand was just subconscious. Though the reassurance still
didn�t calm the deep red color framing every inch of Hinata�s face.
�� Perhaps I�m over thinking again, and uh,
maybe, I uh� oh my�� Sakura was shifting. This time closer to Hinata, and
the decreasing space between their bodies was making her shake a bit. Hinata
often became jumpy when her personal space was invaded, especially when she was
not mentally prepared at all. She could enjoy touch when she was expecting it. But out of the blue? It frightened her.
�� Sakura
let out a melancholy sigh as she rested her head against her friend�s shoulder
and arm. Hinata was still rigid with shock, but when she rearranged herself, it
had only brought her closer to the women so conveniently using her as a pillow.
Her heart flittered as she tried to think about what to do. When she looked
down, however, she saw that the outline on Sakura�s face almost seemed content
and at peace. Even though this really was the most depressing
part of the movie. Hinata�s eyes slowly moved back to the screen to
check and back down to Sakura again. Yes, this was the part that made her cry
every time. And she probably would be now, but� well, �Sakura looks so peaceful and she�s not crying this time,� Hinata
thought. What a peculiar person.
�� While
intently watching her friend and judging the situation, Hinata had become more
pliant and began to relax into the impromptu embrace. Her mind may have been in
overdrive, but her body had made its decision. This warmed Sakura to the idea of
cuddling with her friend, because she did, in fact, notice the initial shock
and slight protest. She did not seem to see the movie anymore,
and just felt Hinata�s presence radiating beside her. Calming,
gentle, and sweet. Except Sakura�s neck was getting an
awful crick and her elbow going slightly numb.
�� Sakura
felt nervous about leaning fully across her friend. Was Hinata going to reject
her still? Self-doubt bubbled alongside Sakura�s motives, and she did not want
Hinata to take this the wrong way. But she couldn�t move, and yet the pain was
getting worse. She was just as frozen as Hinata was when she first laid down
next to her.
�� She
remembered being this nervous on dates before. Should she hold their hand?
Would a simple touch not be welcome? Should we kiss? She didn�t realize all
this self-doubt and worry was coming from the same place of interest in her
heart and mind. The concern over Hinata�s potential reaction caused butterflies
to appear and a lump in her throat. Or was that from crying earlier?
�� Oh, just fucking move already!� Inner
Sakura: the decider of many things when the real Sakura was
doubting herself far too much. Sakura half sat up at this point,
intending to simply ask Hinata if she could lay across
her lap because there was a pain in her shoulder, and she wanted to be close to
someone. That�s all she wanted, and Hinata was a good friend. She�d understand
a bit of loneliness, �I�m sure of it.�

�� Turning her head to catch her
friend�s eye, the first letter of her name died on her lips in an exhale.
Hinata was sitting up expectantly, turned to face Sakura. And she was close,
quite close. The look in her open eyes was bold and fearful, shy but demanding.
Sakura had never really seen that look before, but it bolstered her own spirit.
It awoke an automatic response in her. Acting purely out of instinct, she
leaned forward to the dark haired woman and placed a soft kiss upon her cheek
from the corner of her mouth before continuing forward. Her free arm came up to
close around Hinata�s neck and drape tenderly down her back. She stopped only
when her lips rested next to the shell of Hinata�s ear.
�� I
just wanted to be close to someone.�
�� Oh.�
�� And
I don�t mean to make you nervous.�
�� No,
no y-you�re not, Sakura��
�� But
you�re shaking.�
�� N-no,
I, uh, well��
�� It�s
been a long time since I felt close enough with someone to find comfort being
close to them. I guess,� and Sakura let out a husky laugh to punctuate her
point, �I guess you could call me a bit of a cuddler.�
A sweet smile met her lips.
�� When
she pulled back to look Hinata in the eye, she left her arm in place. The hook of her elbow resting on the top of her shoulder and the rest
of her arm running down her back to tug gingerly at the ends of Hinata�s hair.
It made delicious pin pricks of pleasure run along Hinata�s scalp. A supreme
weakness of the pale eyed beauty was to have fingers run through her hair,� molding her into
veritable putty from her teaser�s hands. But no one knew about this personal
weakness. Sakura only picked up on the fact that it was relaxing her. When she
pulled far enough away to look in Hinata�s eyes, she noticed they were closed
and Hinata had a pleasured look about her face. If her eyes had been open,
surely they would be rolled into the back of her head. Looks like Sakura wasn�t
the only one who�s weakness was enjoying a bit of
physical touch.
�� Hinata
tipped her chin back, subconsciously following the feeling and aching to have
Sakura�s hand run from root to tip. If she was a cat, surely she would have
purred. She could see now why Sakura just wanted to cuddle a little bit; it
felt quite good to be close to someone. Yes, Hinata realized, �Someone I do trust.� She smiled with
her eyes still closed. She was vaguely aware of Sakura�s breath washing over
her chin, and if her eyes were open, she would have noticed Sakura�s staring
problem was back as she intently watched all the reactions she drew.
�� Always
the scientist and simultaneously the doctor, Sakura felt the need to run a
quick experiment. Reaching her hand up through the layers of silky, blue-black
hair, she managed to reach Hinata�s scalp. Extending her fingernails along the
skin, she pulled back and ran her hand once again to the ends of Hinata�s hair.
�� Ooo�� She couldn�t help it. It felt too damn good. That�s
right. It felt too good, and
therefore, it snapped Hinata�s head back up with realization about her
position. Only she found herself in an even more dangerous position. Her lips
were brushing softly against Sakura�s, who did not move in the same reactant
manner that she did. She did not jump back or shift; she merely held her
position and stayed still. Hinata was shocked to find the same delicious feeling from the hand running across her scalp were being
produced by her lips being brushed against her friend�s lips. But Sakura was
unmoving.
�� Hinata
took the lead now, trying to formulate an excuse on why she paused with her
lips there. As she leaned back to break the contact, Sakura was still staring
into her eyes with a bit of fear now, as well as a few other emotions. Hinata
tried to stammer out on answer, or reach some sort of conclusion, but she was
confused. Her eyes fell down to Sakura�s lips. They almost seemed to be
pouting. But she looked back up to Sakura�s eyes. And there was more fear. She
could feel her own fear growing. The telltale signs of a strong blush started
creeping across her skin. The fear had wound itself from the roots of her hair
to the top of her chest. Her nipples stood erect and goose bumps littered her
flesh, but, �not out of pleasure,�
she told herself. Out of, oh god. She didn�t even know what she was feeling,
and that look on Sakura�s face. She couldn�t decipher that meaning, either. Finally,
she managed to let out a weak, �Oh, god��
�� Sakura
was still frozen. Not just her features, but also her mind. Perhaps her
subconscious was screaming at her, and Inner Sakura was oddly nowhere to be
found, but her mind was just frozen. Lips brushing against hers made an
instantaneous web grow from that tight spot in her stomach. Tendrils reaching
across her abdomen, touching her heart, tickling the lump in her throat,
shutting down her mind, and yes, even spreading to an area beneath all of those
places. Warmth and nausea and fear and joy pulsed with each second through the
web of fingers rushing around inside her body. She could feel the nausea in her
throat, and then it was replaced with joy when the nausea moved to her heart. But
then warmth passed through, only to be beat back by fear. This dance of
emotions repeated itself for each moment that passed. She was almost hypnotized
by the feelings, and her only movement came from her eyes following Hinata�s
eyes. They pulled back when she pulled back. They looked down when Hinata�s eyes
fell to her lips. They looked off to the side when Hinata was reasoning with herself, and then followed every darting motion afterwards.
But when Hinata had murmured, �Oh, god�� it snapped Sakura from her daze.
�� Before
her mind could move in a fashion similar to Hinata�s, she did the only thing
she could think to do. The only movement that made sense.
She turned away. She shifted her body. Vaguely wondering when she had shifted
herself to actually face Hinata, she continued to turn back towards the movie
and sit up. And then she shocked the girl next to her. She reached over and
pulled Hinata�s clamped hands out of her lap, effectively separating them. She
pushed one out of the way and lifted the appendage closer to her up in the air.
And then she did the most unexpected thing: she lay
her head in her friend�s lapped and encouraged Hinata�s free hand to drape over
her shoulders.
�� She
didn�t speak, and no explanation was needed at this moment. Pretending to watch
the movie would be much less painful at this point. Neither woman had an
explanation that wouldn�t push the other away. As awkward as this situation
was, that was the only thing either of them could be certain about. The silence
only acknowledged the fact that neither woman wanted to reject or deny the
other, and they certainly weren�t regretting the weird situation. It wasn�t an
erotic place, but it was something akin to it. Just the physicality of being
touched could bring out emotions that would come no other way. And neither
woman denied enjoying those feelings. The sensations were comforting, assuring,
and they said more about being close than a million spoken words could have ever
expressed.
�� And
yet nerves were frayed, stomachs tossed, and a volatile lump formed in each
throat. Silence was also a mutual attempt to ignore self doubt and
embarrassment. Embarrassment? Oh, no, this was worse
than embarrassment now. This was worse than speaking before a thousand person
crowd, worse than developing a phobia. Worse than either
woman�s greatest fear. Neither had any idea why it was so bad, but the
nervous air about them overrode any residual comfort. It was practically
sickening. Thoughts and logical reasons were blocked by knots of, �How could I?� and �What was I thinking?! I�m such an idiot!�
�� Though
both women were mentally sparring with themselves, the world went on. The movie
continued in the DVD player as if nothing happened. Food slowly dried to form
an impenetrable defense on the plates. People continued to sleep, to breathe,
to live, to die. Millions of other events happened in those moments; events
that would impact the world in deeper ways. But to both women, one sitting one
the ground and the other with her head resting in her friend�s lap, the world
was solely encased in this small room. In this moment in
time.
�� Though
the only thought that stuck was considered by both women at the same time, �Shaken nerves and blissful comfort; doesn�t
that signal the start of a relationship?�

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I wanted
to keep this story completely WAFF (WAFF is an
adjective now? Silly me�). I managed to hit most of the points I was
aiming for, and I wanted to keep the focus on the interaction. For the time
being, More Womanly Now is finished in my mind (what?!), but the story isn�t necessarily complete,
now is it? Maybe they both go their separate ways and never speak of this
again� Or maybe they strike up a relationship? Who knows� but feel free to let
me know what you think. I appreciate your time, and thanks for reading. =)
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