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Tear in the Sky	By : SSShitstorm Category: Naruto > General Views: 2253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N : Oh god I've never written a yuri-lemon before. I know this is dissapointing. It's supposed to be. I WILL write a full lemon in this story with just these two. Plese hold tight.

Rates and reviews are SO LOVED and they really help and inspire me to write. Seriously. They make me feeling amazing. That and I practically just shit myself because my favorite author on the site gave me a review.
Sorry for the shortness of the chapter. I have very slow internet and it can't handle large chunks of text.

Enjoy.

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She doesn't know how long she's been out, where Sakura has gone, why she's suddenly alone here in this cold, clean dark hospital room.

But Hinata comes to the conclusion that she deserves it. Bad things only happen to bad people. She must've been bad, done something wrong. Somehow.

Perhaps it's because she was stupid enough to go talk to father about the entire ordeal. That in itself warrants her current condition. The Hyuuga clan at large wasn't accepting of these sort of matters, much less the clan head himself. But she's terrible at keeping secrets, especially when it makes her feel guilty. In fact, it astonishes her that she'd never let slip to Naruto how she'd felt, especially since all of team eight had told her just how obvious her crush was. But through the stuttering, blushing, stalking, all of it, Naruto had never even the remotest idea that someone was absolutely desperate for his attention.

He'd never found out, and at this point, there's no real reason to tell him.

She loves her girlfriend. Her wife even, if the village would have it. Sakura is her world, and try as she may she still stutters like schoolgirl around her, and she still feels her heart flutter when she looks into those flashing green eyes.

She loves her. She really does. No one is disputing that.

But sometimes, no matter how guilty she feels, Hinata has to stop. And wonder. Wonder if she'd still feel this way with Naruto. Wonders about the what-if's and could-be's about the night and following day that cemented the two girls.

Sometimes she wonders, if the opportunity arose to take Naruto for herself, if she'd act on it.

It's then that Hinata gets truly scared.

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Everyone tell her it's a bad idea.

It's sweet, tangy, but has just enough of a bitter aftertaste to know the drink is potent. 50% proof, or so it reads on the back of the bottle.

Everyone tells her it's a bad idea, because she's a sweet, girl, and shouldn't get into such things. She shouldn't be involved in the partying scene. She's too innocent, too loving, caring, and some careless boy will take advantage of her while she's too tipsy to excuse herself, too warm and fuzzy-brained to pull away.

She hears this, and just shakes her head, smiling.

A little known fact is that Hyuuga women, while sweet, caring, determined, refined, and educated, and many, many other things, by some strange twist of fate, had a genetic mutation giving them the alcohol tolerance of a rock.

So she just shakes her head, despite her friends voicing their increasingly slurred concerns, and tries a little bit of everything. Several times.

Although she has to admit, this particular party had gotten a bit out of control. It's early summer, during the jounin exams-right after the semi-finales, actually- and all of Konoha's youth, and the occasional contestant from Sand, Mist, or Cloud were here. All partying. All letting loose, being the at the ripe age of shinobi when they're old enough to know they could die any day, but not old enough to take it seriously.

She had been sitting with Kiba previously. Shino never attended these kind of gatherings, so she'd stick with Kiba. But the more feral of her teammates had left her side after his fifth shot. Hinata likes to think it's because he's bored, not because Ino Yamanaka has turned one of the basement's support beams into a makeshift stripper pole and that he wants a better view.

Actually, Hinata wants a better view too, though byakugan, even un-activated, makes it possible to see her up close even from the other end of the room. It's because it's fascinating how her body glides over the pole, her legs wrapped around the base, generous c-cups hugging the upper half. Sweat glistening on her forehead, long blonde bangs obscuring one eye, and her chest heaving with increasingly desperate breaths.

At first it appears the blonde's exhausted, or too hot. But she knows better. She doesn't even have to view her chakra pathways to know it's centered in her breasts and groin.

Ino is an exhibitionist, pure and simple. At least she is with a few drinks in her. The eyes on her and her alone gets her off, and while Hinata doesn't want to admit it, she's feeling something stir within her too.

But she doesn't want to be up there on that pole. She wants to be that pole, and oh, god just the thought makes her face heat up and turn her cheeks a bright magenta. She wants Ino rubbing all over her, her breasts squished up against her, that wet, hot, desperate feeling, she wants Ino to be feeling that for her.

And then she feels horrible, and dirty, and just wrong because girls weren't supposed to like girls, and she wasn't supposed to like anyone other than Naruto, but even the clueless blonde has a front-row seat, cheering on Io and sloshing his drink all around. He's looking at Ino not her.

“Hey.”

She's engulfed by a sloppy, one-armed hug. She freezes, unmoving, and then the sweet flowery signature perfume of Haruno Sakura reaches her senses, and she relaxes.

“H-hi S-Sakura-chan.” it's comes out as a surprised squeak. Sakura's eyes are low-lidded, and there's alcohol on her breath. She's drunk. Not tipsy, not buzzed. Drunk. And this is worrisome, because drunk Sakura has no sense of personal space.

Drunk Sakura is also still somehow coherent and stable enough to tell that Hinata's eyes are still glued to Ino's gyrating body.

Sakura makes a face as if in pain. “Why the hell are you looking at /that/?” with some amount of disgust evident in her voice. “I swear, she's such a little whore when she's drunk.”

This catches Hinata off guard. Weren't they friends? And more importantly, Sakura's face has dipped even closer to her, right below her chin.

“I-I don't really know,” Hinata starts. “I just, it's just, she looks so,”

It's then she realizes that generous alcohol tolerance or not, her cognitive thought was becoming fuzzy, and it's becoming increasingly harder to form a coherent argument. Oh no and just as she's about to excuse herself to find a glass of water, she feels a tug on her shoulder.

Drunk Sakura is now astonished, wide eyed Sakura. “Don't tell me,” and she pulls Hinata's shoulder so that she falls backwards onto the couch. “You actually like watching her?”

Hinata's jaw drops. She's stunned that Sakura would so openly remark about something like that.

But she doesn't lie.

“H-hai.” she swallows hard. “I-I just can't stop looking.”

Sakura laughs. It's high and pearly, not rough and sloppy like she'd expect someone this intoxicated would sound, and oh god oh god Sakura is now laying down with her head in Hinata's lap. She puts a finger to the Hyuuga's lips, and.

“Hey Hinata,” Sakura whispers, although the laugh is still evident in her voice, threatening to burst into a fit of giggles at any-given moment. “Do you wanna try something?

She swallows hard, and wonders what the odds are of drunk Sakura becoming bi-curious Sakura within the next couple of minutes. “W-what is it?”

“You like Ino, right?” And there's that giggle fit finally breaking free, and she has to jam her hand in her mouth to stifle them. “Do you like girls? Do you want to find out?” Hinata doesn't know how to respond to this.

She doesn't have to.

Suddenly, there is no personal space bubble. There's no room, no party, there's only Sakura's lips on hers. It's light, and languid, and so smooth. She smells and tastes every drink Sakura's had, but it's overwhelmed by her scent, her pink flowery girly scent, and it's amazing. It feelings amazing.

Hinata knows it's wrong. She knows that her first kiss is supposed to be Naruto's. It's supposed to be under a fullmoon on their wedding night, not in a dirty basement with her friend, with another girl, no less. But as wrong as it felt, her body gets weaker with every passing moment, her heart racing and fuzzy and oh god Sakura's tongue weaves past her lips and is fighting with hers, and her hands on the small of her back, holding her up, keeping her from falling, and as embarrassing and horrible as this should be, it just feels so right.

Hinata stops resisting.

And starts giving. Forcing. She has no idea where this strength comes from, why she feels the need to fight for dominance, but she does. And it feels amazing. It's her tongue that presses into Sakura's mouth, her hand weaving through silky pink hair, and it's she that takes the initiative and leans Sakura back onto the couch, moving her smaller yet thicker body over Sakura's tall, lithe one.

She's dimly aware that the entire basement has gone quiet and that thye're looking at her and Sakura, not Ino. She suspects that Naruto's looking too, and confirms it by darting her eyes upward for half a second. She see his face, the gorgeous beautiful boyish face, messy blonde hair, puppy-dog blue eyes, and he's watching them both with an intensity like she's never seen. For a split second, she wants to stop. To touch him, not Sakura. To have Naruto writhing under her instead.

But it's only a split second.

There's a flurry of movement, and somehow they're off the couch, Sakura's leading her somewhere, taking her by the hand upstairs and outside. There's another building, a storage shed or something. She doesn't know, or care, because once the door is shut, Sakura's taken control again, clasping her hands around the Hyuuga's face and pulling it level with hers, pressing her up against the wall and starting a slow, deliberate grinding motion of hips against hers. Hinata wonders if this is how the pole felt, because it feels amazing.

There's a moments' pause as Sakura fumbles with her sweater zipper before yanking it down, freeing pert, small, but perfectly shaped b-cups to the cold night air. Hinata wonders for a moment why she isn't wearing a bra, but looses the though as Sakura's now removing her jacket and cupping her much larger breasts in her hands and dear god the medic nin in her's apparent because she uses her meticulous knowledge or erogenous zones to her advantages and Hinata moans out her name into a harsher, more demanding kiss.

The grinding is getting more desperate. She knows what Sakura needs. She knows how to do it, but finds her resolve waning because she's never been this close to anyone before, much less molested them, and though it IS another girl, and it couldn't be THAT hard to figure out how to make her feel good, she's still nervous.

She's terrified.

If Sakura senses this, she doesn't say anything, and she doesn't stop. In fact now that she's figured out how to unhook Hinata's bra, she upgrades from simple fondling to- Hinata can't help but throw her head back as Sakura takes erect nipple into her mouth, suckling softly, teeth just barely scrapping ever so softly and Hinata's shaking so hard she wonders if Sakura wonders if she's alright.

She doesn't remember Sakura weaving her fingers past the waistband of her pants, in between her legs and under her panties, but it must've happened, because her fingers are working in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, and coupled with the attention to her breasts, it's too much, and the fire building beneath her stomach explodes, sending eclectic pinpricks through her entire boy and she digs her fingers into Sakura's hair as the orgasm rocks through her body. “Oh god Sakura, Sakura”

“S-sakura?”

It takes her a moment to realize that the pinkette had not only lost consciousness against, her, but had done so with her fingers inside her and her mouth still on her breast.

She also realizes that she's just lost her virginity to her very drunk, very unconscious best friend.
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