More Womanly Now | By : sihayadib Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 4096 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Title: More Womanly Now
Author: Sihaya Atreides
Summary: Sakura and Hinata find
comfort in a gentle embrace and a kind friendship. As Sakura helps Hinata learn
about the medical field, they grow closer together as friends. When a touch
warms lonely feelings, they start to find warmth in being physically close
(cuddling) and eventually grow to be more. To take place in
the Naruto-verse, but not pertinent to any
time/storyline. Enjoy!
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Warning Codes: WAFF,
yuri, and perhaps some
others
Pairings: Sakura/Hinata only
Beta Readers: Lemondrops
gives me feedback, and then we share cannibalistic plot bunnies.
Authors Note: I had the urge to
write a sweet yuri. I hope
to write more of them in the future. If you’re here looking for hardcore
lesbian action, turn away before the WAFF draws you
in. I hope to develop comfort between Saku/Hina, and
will most likely rely on actions and moments rather than delving into angst. So
prepare… for the cuddly time! =)
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“Thank
you so much, Sakura. It was very kind of you to spend the uh, afternoon with
me.” Sakura looked up from her desk and the microscope she was intently staring
into. The pencil held delicately between her fingers slipped with a soft thud
onto the 1,000 page tome of writing, and a deep, sincere smile fixed her
features as she responded, “Well, it’s late evening now.” Both women laughed
nervously, and Hinata’s face flushed a soft pink.
“Oh,
well, I’m sorry for keeping you then. The medical information you shared with
me was quite intriguing, but I didn’t…”
“No,
no, don’t worry about it,” Sakura interrupted,
“Besides, helping you has lead me to a breakthrough in one of my experiments.
I’ve tried to solve this problem for so long that I overlooked such a basic
idea.” Sakura prattled on a bit more, while Hinata held a respectful look on
her face. An occasional nod and accentuated, “Oh, I see,” was all she
interjected between rambling experiment details.
Sakura’s
voice paused stiffly each time Hinata responded, and her eyes slowly drew down
to Hinata’s lips. The soft pair formed an acquiescent oval while Hinata’s eyes widened
slightly, as if surprised. The genuine interest on her face made her seem gorgeous
on top of her already stunning beauty. For a moment, Sakura wondered if she was
jealous or just intrigued by her friend. She stopped at this odd thought, eyes
still on Hinata’s lips, and seemed to zone out for the time being.
“Wow,
Sakura. That really is an amazing experiment. The Hokage
must be very pleased with you.” Hinata passed her most sincere smile yet, which
snapped Sakura out of her daze.
“Damn right she’s pleased!” crowed Inner
Sakura, fist pumping in front of her face in victory. This concluded with a
little jig around her mind, and the real Sakura tried to brush off the emotion.
Sweeping her hand up and down in front of her real face several times, as if
shooing a fly, she intoned, “Really Hinata, it’s not that great.” A nervous giggle and closed eyes crunched up her features.
“Hmph.” Hinata exhaled in a short
puff of noise. She had spent enough time around Sakura by now to know the
difference between her mental gloating and her sincerity. With her head tipped
to the right, Hinata smiled at her friend, offering a meager, “I see.” Though
her friend’s ego did not bother her, it was something she chose not to indulge.
Unsure
of what to do now, the microscope stole Sakura’s attention, and the women
exchanged quick farewells. Expecting this to be the
end of the conversation, Sakura leaned over to pick up the pencil that had
rolled off her paperwork. However, she sensed that Hinata had not left yet. She
froze at the soft, “Ahem,” and innocent question posed over innocent intentions.
“Would
you like to come have a late dinner with me?” Sakura didn’t know why she felt
nervous all of a sudden. She had spent several dinners with Hinata; including a
few lunches, many afternoon treats, and once brunch. So why did her stomach
drop now?
A
nervous air spread about the room as Hinata noted Sakura’s peculiar reaction. When
she felt Sakura’s heartbeat increase, her eyes drifted down to the pounding heartbeat
in her friend’s chest. She also noticed the low dip in her shirt. Leaning over
to pick up the pencil had produced a beautiful curve from Sakura’s chin, down
her neck, to her approaching breasts. The lab coat was pulled tight, and she
suspected Sakura had spent little time searching for new ones as her body grew.
And Hinata was right. With Sakura frozen, the strain on the top button of her
coat eventually led to an audible pop as the button sailed over the desk.
“Ah,
damn!” Sakura sat up, and forgot her nervousness. Hinata sensed a bit of anger,
now. “This was my last lab coat that didn’t have some sort of damage. Now I’ll have to find new ones.” A soft scowl
adorned Sakura’s face as her hands came up to fiddle with her chest.
“Here.”
Sakura looked up to see Hinata, who had shrugged her pristine, white coat off
her shoulders. Down to only a black, spaghetti strap tank top, Hinata’s curves
took attention over the outstretched arm. The less dressed woman blushed when
she noticed Sakura’s leer, because frankly, it had reached that point. Was she
still gauging her jealousy, or was it intrigue? Sakura still hadn’t decided yet,
and sometimes she could be rather oblivious to her staring problem.
Hinata
whipped her head to the side when she became uncomfortable from the attention,
and long, silky strands of black hair followed to lay
in front of her face. “I just purchased some n-new coats. My, uh, old ones are
still in good condition. If this, um, fits you, you may have my old ones.” That
alluring, soft pink was back on her cheeks, and threatened to flow all the way
down to the top of her chest. Looking up to her averted eyes, Sakura muttered a quick thanks, and grabbed the coat. Her own ruined jacket
slipped off her body and left the young woman in only a charming red shirt.
Even though it was not as revealing as Hinata’s, it was much tighter. From the
corner of her eye, Hinata noted this and closed her eyes lightly, feeling as
though she had just invaded Sakura’s personal space.
“I
don’t think I can match you curves, Hinata.” A squeak passed Hinata’s lips when
she felt Sakura reach over to touch her natural waistline. “See, your curves
start here, but my body shape is different.” Sakura’s hand moved back to pinch
at her own side, as if proving a point. Obviously, she did not mind invading
other’s personal space. It didn’t bother Hinata, it just startled her; and her
face was glowing bright red.
“You,
uh, you’re…” Hinata stammered a bit, toeing the ground. She tried again. “I
mean, um, your hips might not be as wide as mine, but you, uh, still have
beautiful curves of your own.”
“You
must be somewhat right, because this coat doesn’t fit as poorly as I thought it
would. Maybe I am more womanly now. Right? Perhaps I
should get a man’s opinion.”
“Um,
yeah, well, I’ve noticed how beautiful you’ve become.” Sakura didn’t quite hear
Hinata’s admission, because she was checking herself out in the glass doors of
the chemical case. Inner Sakura was now dancing to the fact that her body was a
little curvaceous, like Hinata’s, and it was a realization that made her proud.
“I was jealous earlier,” she thought. And yet Sakura did not hear the
accompanying compliment which may have changed her mind.
Hinata
watched the little girl inside her friend twirl before her makeshift mirror.
The lab coat flew out in a graceful arc, much like a full summer dress or a
beautiful ball gown, and her pink locks followed suit. Sakura looked like she
was having fun, and a wistful smile met the watching woman’s lips.
“Yeah,
do you think I could come pick up your old lab coats tomorrow.
I mean, it’s not the best fit, but I think it will do. It’s not like I’m trying
to impress anyone or anything. Besides, can’t complain with free.” Sakura
stopped her twirling to giggle a little at her cheap nature, and thrust her arm
behind her head. A flash in her eyes and a wide grin adorned her pleased face,
and Hinata smiled the same way.
“Why,
um, why don’t you come over tonight, Sakura? You can finish what you’re doing
first, and by the time you arrive, I can have a small dinner for us both.”
“Really Hinata? That sounds wonderful, and your cooking is
the best!”
“Okay,
well, um, just come on in when you arrive.”
Hinata
turned, light on her toes, and started to leave before she stopped and came running back. “I’m sorry, but I need my coat to walk
home.” Her hands reached up to tug at the shoulders of the used lab coat,
helping undress the other woman. Sakura turned in a circle letting Hinata
remove the garment from her with open eyed surprise. She shivered when fingers
danced over her upper body. With a tossed thanks,
Hinata turned and ran out the door, leaving her in mild shock.
“Shock? Why am I shocked?” But she knew why
when she shivered. Hinata’s touch felt like energy running down her arms, back,
and chest. Such simple touches made her skin tingle,
and her heart warm. “Have I really not
felt the touch of anyone else in so long?” Perhaps it was the long nights
at the lab, or the empty apartment she occupied, but she hadn’t been physically
close to anyone in a long time. Not that she was touchy-feely, but she did
enjoy a gentle embrace or a lap to rest on once and awhile. Hinata’s soft fingers
just reminded her it had been too long since she had leaned against someone in
friendship, comfort, or kindness. “Perhaps
I can watch a movie with her tonight, after dinner. It would feel nice to be
closer.” A soft thud in her heart hit at that thought, and she brushed it
aside, turning back to her work. Her last notes were scratched upon the page,
and she began to break down the lab and put the pieces away. With no one here,
she began to contemplate her loneliness again and wondered how she had let it
reach such a degree that Hinata sent shivers down her spine.
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