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'Til Next Time	By : Perpetual159 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Hinata Views: 6125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Pulling a Kakashi
- 2-Power Struggle
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DISCLAIMER � Naruto is an ongoing Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Masashi Kishimoto with an anime adaptation. The manga is published by Shueisha in Japan, and Viz Media in the United States, Canada, and UK, and it is serialized by Shonen Jump. The TV anime is directed by Hayato Date, and licensed by Aniplex in Japan, Viz Media in the United States, and Manga Entertainment in the UK. I make no profit out of this piece of literature, for it is only a simple labor of love.
First thing's first.
WARNING � This piece of literature is not for those with delicate and prudish mindsets. Reader discretion is highly advised! If you have a weak constitution or are easily offended by colorful language, imagery, and strong sexual content, please do NOT read!
I suppose that the warning above, unlike Clones (so far, anyway), really applies to this story, since I'm trying something new. My narration will be a lot dirtier and obscene than usual, so don't come crying to me about how this story made your virgin eyes bleed. I mean it. If you see something you don't like, stop reading! Chances are it's only bound to get worse. ~_~
Now that that's done and over with�
AUTHOR'S NOTE � Oooooh, mai! I feel like such a virgin! So many firsts! Not only is it the first time a piece of art inspires me to write a storeh, but it is also the first time I'm writing gender-bender. *Le gasp!*
I couldn't help myself, though. The picture that inspired this fic is truly beautiful (AND insinuates plenty of perversion *snickers*), soooo� expect the usual from me (plenty of fluff and pr0nz), but with a different twist. Mwuahahaha�!
Hmm� what else� oh, yes! Since I don't exactly have an ingenious plot in mind, this story is essentially PWP.
To all my beloved Clones fans, when or if you review this story, I kindly ask that you not complain (I know at least one or two of you will fret, anyway T_T) about how you had been looking forward to a Clones update instead. Please review THIS story on its own merits, and accept that I felt like having some fun writing something frivolous for a change, ne? ^_^
Age-wise, NaruHina are both jounins somewhere in their early 20's and, being that this is a gender-bender fic, Naruto will be female, and Hinata will be male. No, it is not a typo. Naruto's name in this fic�for the sake of nostalgia�will be Naruko, and Hinata's name will remain the same since it can also be a male's name. Oh, and since I've become good friends with the artist whose drawing inspired this fic and in her head she imagines NaruHina calling each other Naru-chan and Hina-chan, respectively, I will have them address each other as such. Don't like it? Take it up with her! ^_^''
So, without further ado, I present to you:
'Til Next Time
(or TNT. Har har, me and my puns!)
By Perpetual159
Summary � After a very long mission, Uzumaki Naruko is eager to get home and ravish her hot but very quiet boyfriend, Hyuuga Hinata. Unfortunately, circumstances and her adverse reaction to them threaten to keep her from doing just that.
Pulling a Kakashi
Uzumaki Naruko was leaning against the doorframe of their bedroom with an irked, twitching eyebrow. Her arms were crossed, mostly to stop her fidgeting, but it didn't stop her fingers from drumming on one of her elbows.
God damn it!
It was just like Baa-chan to thwart her plans.
The whiskered blonde had just returned, no more than an hour and a half ago, from an A-ranked mission. She had been eager to get home and, quite frankly, rape her boyfriend of three years.
That's right. She wanted to violate him� ravish him� have her way with him� you name it.
Naruko wasn't one to fuss too much over that silly thing people liked to call dignity�or was it decorum? To be honest she couldn't remember�so, as she made her way home after reporting to Tsunade no Baa-chan, she couldn't give three shits about the dumbfounded stares the villagers gave her while she skipped and sang all the way home.
Yeah, you read right.
Sang, and quite loudly, too.
The mischievous smirk plastered on her face bewildered the villagers even more, but, again, the pig-tailed blonde was unfazed by all this.
Sure, her closest friends knew exactly why she'd ever skip and sing in public, even if she had a terrible voice. They knew it had nothing to do with the fat paycheck she got after "a job well done." In fact, they would laugh at how obvious she made the fact she was going to get some action�no, not the mission kind of action. She was talking about the hot, sweaty, scream her lungs out kind of action that made her throat raw.
Indeed. The most hyperactive ninja in all of the shinobi nations couldn't care less who thought what and who knew what. She was in fact proud to be that obvious.
The girl had needs.
Needs that her quiet and reserved boyfriend would work diligently at fulfilling with endless mirth. You see, Naruko was the first to admit that sometimes she was a very hard woman to please, but it was always fun to reach the point of no return. Hence, with such a dedicated lover, how could she not skip and sing all the way to their cozy apartment?
Admittedly, even after three years, people were still shocked to see the untamed Uzumaki Naruko and the quiet Hyuuga Hinata together. In fact, some of them even had the balls to think she didn't love him, so how could they imagine her missing him in the first place?
Naruko grumbled, her eyes narrowing in disdain.
Okay, so maybe she couldn't really blame 'em for thinking that way considering how she acted sometimes; she was the epitome of impatience and Hinata preferred to take his time in everything. Logically, anyone in their right mind would wonder: how could they possibly get along?
At first people's perception of their relationship bothered Naruko quite a bit. How dare they doubt her feelings for the shy Hyuuga? Did they really think she was that selfish and inconsiderate? Being who she was�always wanting to prove herself to the world�the very thought used to send her into a rage! Thankfully, after a while, and after having Hinata assure her that he didn't care what people thought as long as they were confident in their love for one another, Naruko stopped caring.
She figured they just didn't get it and that she didn't have to prove anything to anyone other than her beloved.
So what if she was a spitfire? So what if she was rambunctious, exasperating and cocky? What did it matter that he was quiet, patient, and humble despite having several reasons to be snobbish? Didn't they realize that it was those very differences that made them perfect for each other? It was that beautiful balance that couldn't be achieved anywhere else that she loved the most in their relationship.
Additionally, there was more to them than their contrasting personalities; things that only she and her dear Hina-chan were privy to within the walls of their home, and Naruko learned to see the value in that kind of intimacy. Those people didn't need to know how much she cherished his quiet demeanor or how endearing he found her when she was bursting with energy about the silliest things. They didn't need to know how loving he was, how attentive and affectionate regardless of his family's reputation, lest he develop a fan club with the girls. Hina-chan was hers, and hers alone. Moreover, they didn't need to know how appreciative she was of everything he did for her, how much she admired his kindness, or how glad she could be herself�her worst and best�with him and he would love her all the more for it.
They just didn't need to know how much she loved him, even if she found it infuriating how mellow and congenial he would be when she purposefully tried to pick a fight to see if he would finally snap at her. She'd ask herself time and again if he was that way only because he loved her just as much as she loved him, if not more, or if it was truly just the way he was.
Then again, maybe he did that just to fuck with her head�
Naruko shook her head. Now was not the time to figure that out.
Right now she was pissed, unbearably horny, and by the looks of things, Tsunade was going to cock-block her�quite literally�for a grand total of six months! That's right. Naruko had been gone for four, and Hinata would be gone for at least two!
The blonde kunoichi growled. Her plans for her grand entrance�or ambush, to be more precise�had crumbled on the spot when she walked in to find her beloved Hina-chan taking inventory of his ninja supplies and placing them in his biggest bag pack. She was crushed when she realized it was already partially filled, meaning he was due to leave soon. Hinata, on the other hand, had blushed and smiled brightly when he noticed her at the door. He had been well on his way to greet her with a big, wet, tongue-tying "welcome home" kiss, but his intentions had vanished as soon as he noticed the look of utter devastation on his girlfriend's face. No doubt she had put two and two together and realized that he was going on a mission that same day, and that it wouldn't be a short one.
After the disappointment had worn off, Naruko's anger had burst like an erupting volcano. This had promptly led to her beloved to turn tail and announce that he was taking a nice, long bath before his mission. Considering the smoldering look she had given him, he didn't even bother asking her to join him.
Thus presently, there she stood� sulking.
"Nice bath, my ass�" grumbled Naruko.
It wasn't that Hinata was quirky�although Naruko liked to think he had a few girly tendencies compared to other guys who were always too busy trying to validate their masculinity. However, she couldn't really blame him for indulging a bit today, despite the urge to fuck him nine ways to Sunday. As adventurous as Naruko was and as much as she loved going on missions, being in the field for extended periods of time sucked balls. Any ninja would be truly lucky to have a river nearby.
"He could've at least asked me to wash his back, hmph!" she nonetheless muttered indignantly.
Then again, it was probably a good thing that he hadn't invited her.
Naruko knew herself.
After such a long absence, there was no way in hell she'd be able to keep her hands from groping, if not violating him. Hinata ought to thank her for being so considerate; who knew when there would be a next time he'd shower. He was obsessively clean and neat, after all; so much so that, much to her embarrassment, he was always the one picking up after Naruko in their quaint apartment, even if she told him to leave her crap alone time after time. She wasn't proud to have her messy persona so openly exposed.
She stopped the tapping on her elbow and took a long, deep breath�the reality of things finally getting to her. Then she bit the corner of her bottom lip, frowning. It wasn't the soon to be extended abstinence that aggravated her�though that was still a very big part of the problem. It was the fact that, practically speaking, she was only getting the chance to see her Hina-chan for only a couple hours�at most�in a total of six months, and half of that time he had already spent taking that stupid bath of his.
It wasn't fair! Not even Konoha prison inmates had it this bad! They would at least get weekly family visits and quarterly fucks!
She missed him, damn it! She had missed Hinata so damned much, and now they would be apart� again.
The nerve of that old bat� Naruko thought for the umpteen time, seething.
Thankfully, she didn't get the chance to scheme the many different ways she'd prank Tsunade throughout Hinata's absence. Her shoulder abandoned the doorframe and she straightened when she heard the bathroom door opening. Hinata emerged from within the floating steam with a towel wrapped around his waist. As usual, he was quiet and beautiful. Yet, at that very instant, standing in all his wet glory, he looked downright gorgeous. His hair was tussled�as if he had dried it with his towel before coming out�and their gazes met. Naruko bit her lower lip again; her irked frown was faltering. She knew it was, but she couldn't help herself.
How could she stay mad at anything when her eyes were feasting on such delectable sight?
Notwithstanding, it was for that very reason and others�like how she wouldn't be able to ogle him whenever and wherever she felt like it, regardless of his objections, or how she wouldn't be able to bask in his warmth when they fell asleep in each other's arms, or how she wouldn't be able to look deeply into his eyes and watch him blush when she told him how much she loved him�that she was upset in the first place.
So, she pouted.
Seriously, Tsunade was just being a cruel bitch; the hyperactive kunoichi had only called her old once or twice today. Everybody in the room knew it could've been worse!
Naruko found herself torn between maintaining eye contact and allowing her gaze to roam all over the rest of him. What made it even harder was the knowledge that he could be at her mercy in a heartbeat if she wanted him to be. All she had to do was walk up to him, rip that towel away, and push him against the wall. Chances were he'd melt right under her touch as soon as she grabbed his cock.
Yet, being who she was, she just had to be difficult. Hinata had to know that, right at that very instant, Uzumaki Naruko wasn't a happy camper. She would make her displeasure known, and being the caring and thoughtful boyfriend that he was, the responsibility to improve her mood naturally fell solely on him. If he decided to be just as difficult, then all the better for Naruko because, although sex with Hyuuga Hinata was incredible, angry sex, on the other hand, was absolutely mind-blowing.
With a quirked eyebrow and pursed lips, she crossed her arms again. "Why didn't you ask me to wash your back?"
Hinata looked over to her, surprised that she had spoken. He had expected her to sulk some more. He thought carefully for a moment, letting his fingers tussle more water out of his hair before answering her.
"I didn't think you would want to, since you're upset." His response was casual. Hinata had always known Naruko to be feisty and snippy, but he discovered that it was a whole different story when it came to their relationship. To his misfortune, she could be quite the confrontational� lady, for the lack of a better word, when she wanted to be. Luckily, Hinata was the perfect match for her. He had quickly learned to handle his fiery lover with subtle and irritable passive responses. Funny thing was, he also loved how riled up it'd get her.
"You're damned right I'm upset," she confirmed.
His gaze left hers and he tussled his hair again. "I know," he said, still casual.
"I could've been in that bath with you."
Her tone was accusing and Hinata sighed. Naruko was so dense sometimes. There was nothing keeping her from doing what she wanted, especially when it came to him. It wasn't like he had denied her the opportunity. It was her fault she'd become so irritated when she found him packing that she had gone past stubborn and into the realm of illogical.
"There was nothing stopping you," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
Quite frankly he had almost expected her to force her way in and demand to bathe with him�a request he would've happily obliged. In fact, he had counted on it�but nothing happened. No great announcement of her barging in on him like a total perv, no cackling, no demands. Just complete and utter silence. Soaking in the bath, he had sighed in conjunction with a long and overdue face rub when he realized that she wasn't going to budge. Her unpredictable nature had come through in all its fabulous glory, and it was as surprising as it was disappointing.
Naruko narrowed her eyes. His indifference was off-putting. She had wanted him to ask her to join him, maybe even beg a little. Instead, he had just disregarded her burning need of seeing him wet and naked, and the very thought made her blood boil. He couldn't have picked a worse time to play "hard to get" and it didn't make any sense to her. It wasn't like it was a secret; they both knew he had a soft spot for the way the bubbles slithered on her skin and how the water lapped at her breasts. It was a great foreplay, so� what the hell was his problem?
Hinata, on the other hand, shook his head slightly when he noticed the expression on her face. Pride worked in strange ways, especially with Uzumaki Naruko. She was making this difficult when it didn't have to be. He truly admired her intuition in the battlefield, but in certain aspects of their relationship, she couldn't be more clueless. It made him want to bang his head against a very hard surface sometimes. He had been ready to devour her�just like she had intended�the second she walked in the door. It was just his luck that she was so one-track-minded. She had already become too preoccupied with the impending cock-blocking that he didn't even get the chance to try and salvage his "welcome home" routine. She had flown so off the handle that she even missed the open looks of hunger and raw desire he had thrown her way�more than once. Did he really need to use a big neon sign to let her know how much he wanted her? Couldn't she tell that he didn't want to dwell on their bad luck and just indulge in a satisfying I-haven't-seen-you-in-four-months rump before he had to leave?
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I thought I was doing the right thing by giving you space to cool off."
Hearing his explanation, Naruko managed to suppress a snarl. Just barely, though.
Space, my ass! her mind screamed. Did she really have to spell it out for him? What she would've appreciated was to be writhing with his cock buried deep within the very tight space of her vagina, to have him occupying the space within the loop of her arms, embracing her in return.
"I haven't seen you in four months, Hinata," she reminded, bristling impatiently. Her boyfriend couldn't possibly be this slow. "What space?"
Hinata grimaced slightly and looked away. Naruko only said his complete name when she wasn't entirely happy with him. To her, he was always Hina-chan, even in front of his father.
He took a deep, deep breath.
"What space, Hinata?" the blonde insisted.
He sneaked a glance in her direction and noticed the glare.
Damn it. He didn't want to bicker with her; he just wanted to bend her over. Absence did make the heart grow fonder, and another part of his body twitched in desperate agreement. The way wrath was running through her veins made her look irresistibly sexy, yet tempted him to give her a defiant glare of his own in return. She was absolutely beautiful, but far from frail. Sometimes it was scary how much power she had over him and she didn't even know it. The way she could so easily awaken and unravel his most animalistic desires was worrisome and at that very instant, the very thought to overpower her was almost irrational.
"Never mind." He shook his head. After she had been gone for so long, he didn't want things to go in that direction. He just wanted to share whatever bit of time he had left with her, to convey how glad he was to get the chance to see her before departing to that wretched mission. However, as he recounted the way things had panned out, he realized that perhaps he, too, had misread the situation and made things worse. He hadn't intended to piss her off that much with his attitude. He could've sworn he was dealing with her temper tantrums as he always had, and although she always reacted, she hardly ever reacted this strongly.
Maybe the sexual frustration was getting to them; it was making things escalate to a level they hadn't been ready to deal with.
Miffed, Naruko tore her gaze from him, her toes digging into the carpet fretfully. Why was he backing off all of a sudden? He had been doing so well challenging her. Why did he decide to lull the torrent of emotions into tranquility with his subdued mood? This was not what she had in mind. Did he forget that their angry sex was something absolutely out of this world?
She sneaked a glance in his direction and then immediately turned away, closing her eyes with dread.
Great�
Even if he had faced her head-on with the pretext that she needed to cool off, she could tell that now he really meant it. He seemed a little troubled, almost as if he just wanted to drop the whole thing, but Naruko didn't want to "cool down". What she needed was for him to set her flesh ablaze like he always did. What she needed was for him to make up his mind about either fucking her hardcore, or apologizing and having some epic make-up sex! So long as she got him pounding deep inside her, that's all that mattered.
A minute of silence went by and, surprised, Naruko looked in his direction when Hinata walked into their bedroom towards their dresser. Once again, she caught a glimpse of his face and her heart squeezed a little. Damn. He really did seem dejected. Her stubbornness and her preposterous plan to pick a fight just to have angry sex had not only cock-blocked them both but had disappointed him. She hated disappointing him.
She watched as he retrieved a neatly rolled pair of boxers and scoffed when he put them on under the towel.
Cheater. He knows I love staring at his tight ass.
He removed the towel from his waist, placing it aside momentarily as he searched for a pair of pants and put them on as soon as he found them. His movements were methodical and elegant as always, but if Naruko hadn't known him as well as she did, the trace of frustration in them would've gone by unnoticed.
Fuck, that is not a good sign! Naruko dreaded. At the rate this was going, he would slip out of the apartment in less than five minutes, and they hadn't even kissed!
She wasn't afraid to admit it to herself that that was her fault. Yes, she had been too busy throwing a hissy fit, and yes, she could somewhat recall the way he had eyed her hungrily once or twice, but that was beside the point. Now there were more important matters at hand, like his bag that was already packed and how efficient he was at getting ready in a jiffy. She'd be damned if she let him go without at least having a quickie�for both their sakes. In fact, if they didn't at least give each other some head, she would become so irritable she'd be unbearable, pillaging training ground after training ground with hordes of fuuton-rasengan-wielding kage bunshin until Tsunade got sick of her temper tantrums and shipped her ass to another mission.
Hinata, on the other hand, was guaranteed to be so distracted from the deprivation, he wouldn't even be able to function knowing he could've sexed her up before leaving. The last thing Naruko needed was a boyfriend who'd become so useless he'd get himself killed in a mission because he didn't get any pussy.
To begin with, she wasn't even upset with him; she was mostly upset with Tsunade and taking it out on him. Naruko gritted her teeth in frustration. Damn that old bat and her stupid mission assignments! Naruko wanted her Hina-chan home and alive and she was going to give him the pussy he deserved before he left, no matter what. As a matter of fact, she would get back at that old hag by not only taking her sweet time seducing Hinata, but she would fuck him so thoroughly, he'd be so efficient in that mission he'd be back home in less than a month!
She watched as he walked to the bathroom to hang his towel on the towel bar and return to the bedroom to get a mesh shirt. He still avoided eye contact�she was pissed, after all. However, what he didn't know was that, aside from being infuriated at the Hokage, she was also irked because his half-dressed state was making it very hard not to pounce on him like a cat in heat� or a fox.
When he found the mesh shirt he was looking for and began to put it on, Naruko began making her way to him. She'd had enough of being an unreasonable pain in the ass.
Hinata could see her from his peripheral vision, she could tell, so she added a seductive swing to her hips as she walked.
His head turned to her and, wide-eyed, a blush flared all the way to the tip of his ears. As confused as he was by this turn of events, he recognized that predatory look instantly. Did she really get over her tantrum that quickly? What had been the point, then, or more specifically, the heck had she been planning all along?
Naruko smirked smugly, despite the faint pink on her own cheeks. She loved it when he blushed; something about the proud Hyuuga turning to mush made her want him even more.
Hinata gripped the shirt tightly, his jaw muscles flexing unconsciously and persistently. It was just his luck that the day had been unbearably hot and that his girlfriend had stripped off her mission clothes only to barely dawn a black bikini top with Konoha swirls on each outer corner of its breast cups, and a pair of orange short shorts that were too indecent to wear in public. Not that that would stop Naruko, though; sometimes she was as bad as Anko, much to Hyuuga Hiashi's chagrin. That his son had fallen in love with such a� crass and undignified woman, such a� stray kunai�for the lack of a better expression�was still beyond him.
"Hina-chan�" she said quietly when she stood in front of him.
"H-Hai�?" he whispered, still strangling the mesh shirt.
The stutter wasn't lost on the blonde and she smirked. If she played her cards right, she could come out on top.
Hinata let his gaze linger on Naruko's cleavage. It was rather distracting. How he had pretended he hadn't noticed for so long was truly a miracle.
Naruko took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. It was time to suck it up like a real kunoichi and apologize for her behavior. She wasn't going to get what she wanted by being a cunt; he had made it very clear to her with the way things had turned out.
"I'm not upset with you�" Her voice was low; a mixture of meekness and seduction. Whoever said she couldn't have a little fun with him, anyway?
Poor Hinata� he would never know how she pulled that tone of voice off, but what he did know was that this was as close to an "I'm sorry" he was going to get from her. Proud to a fault, as always.
"I'm�" he gulped, "g-glad�"
There was a mischievous gleam in her hypnotizing blue gaze that was hard to miss and to his further disadvantage; she was also quick to use those supple lips as if it was her most powerful weapon against him even if she had quite the arsenal.
Naruko smirked again, triumphantly. Her eyes met his lavender hues and she was pleased with what she saw. Utter confusion, but a gaze as hungry as hers, wantonly hovering all over her body.
She draped her arms over his shoulders, slithering her fingers through his still wet, but always silky hair.
"Na-Naru-chan�?" he mumbled curiously.
Naruko's face brightened and she pressed herself against him. She nuzzled his throat teasingly�being shorter than him had its advantages. She grinned when his arms went around her and his hands greedily spread over the small of her lower back, finally indulging in the feel of her soft, warm skin after such a long absence. The mesh shirt hung precariously on one of his pinky fingers by the helm.
"I'm just mad 'cause we don't even get to spend one day together� stupid Baa-chan's just doing it to spite me," she murmured, burrowing her face onto his chest, kissing the skin softly.
His arms around her tightened and he nuzzled the top of her head. "I missed you, too."
"Of course you did," she grumbled, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you."
"Hmm�"
"Admit it, I'm totally awesome," she said, smiling. Now that he had essentially accepted her apology, as disguised as it was, the feeling that surrounded them was so much more healthy and pleasant. Sometimes Naruko didn't even know why she was so feisty; maybe it was just for these moments, who knew.
She felt his chest jerk slightly against her forehead. No doubt he had smirked at her response.
"You missed me, too," he remarked, his hands crawling up her back teasingly. She felt him smirk again when she shivered under his touch.
"Your point?" she challenged, reaching behind her to take the mesh shirt from him. It was ticklish and distracting, so she tossed it aside�anything to make him stay longer, and to actually feel his hands all over her.
Hinata grinned. He could almost imagine the look of disdain on her face when she took the piece of clothing from him, as if it was its fault he was leaving. "I'm simply stating the obvious," he explained. "By default makes me pretty awesome, too."
He heard her growling slightly and this time he chuckled. She knew he was picking on her.
Naruko withdrew her face from his chest to look at him with a pout, but the disarming smile he gave her almost made her forget what it was she was supposed to be indignant about.
"Don't look at me like that," she griped.
"Like what?" Hinata teased, reaching to cup her cheek tenderly.
"Like t-that," she insisted, irked with the stutter that escaped her when his fingers traced her whisker marks lovingly.
Hinata smiled softly, dipping his head to place moist, lingering kisses on each cheekbone. "It's the only way I can look at you, Naru-chan. Don't you know I love you?"
"Love, my ass!" she huffed, blushing slightly nonetheless. Despite the strong front she liked to put up, deep down she was a total sap and she loved it when he said things like that to her.
"Mmm� indeed," One of his hands dropped past her waist to grip an ass cheek. "I do love that tight little� posterior."
Naruko rolled her eyes. "Stop making fun of me."
"Not making fun of you, Love," he murmured, his lips now grazing her jaw line upwards, past her temple and then moving to nibble one of her earlobes.
"Tche�" she trailed off, her entire being shivering under those wicked, skilled lips. "That stuffy father of yours wouldn't hate me so much if he only knew how much of a perv you are."
The sound of his soft, husky laughter, spreading against the side of her neck like a warm blanket, made her quiver.
"If only," he agreed, his voice low and gruff. The hand on her rump pulled her towards him, making her tummy press against his growing erection.
Naruko smirked. Things were finally looking up, no pun intended.
"Hina-chan�?" The loop of her arms around his neck tightened.
"Hm�?"
Damn him. That lick on her pulse point was going to be the end of her.
"W-When are you supposed t-to meet with your team?"
"Why?" His hand dug inside her shorts and Naruko squirmed. She wasn't wearing panties. The shorts were so snug they could be used as either or, and by the way she felt him smile form against the junction of her neck and shoulder, he loved this little surprise.
She growled, her grip on his hair pulling impatiently. "Just� answer the damn question."
She felt his lips leave her shoulder, his head rising slightly. Their ears brushed softly against one another when he looked at the frog alarm clock on her nightstand. "In about twenty minutes."
Her laughter was soft and mischievous as she pulled back enough to look into his eyes. "Shame�"
Hinata quirked a soft eyebrow. "Why?"
The feral grin she gave him made his cock stir, and said grin only widened�she had definitely felt it pulse against her.
"Because I don't want a quickie," she informed him.
Before he could reply, she had pounced on him, her legs wrapping around his hips and her lips latching onto his hungrily.
"Mrnhg!" Hinata staggered back from the momentum of her jump, just barely able to stay on his feet as his hands instinctively went to her ass to support her weight. He certainly hadn't seen that coming.
"I'm afraid you're going to have to pull a Kakashi on Kiba and Shino�" she whispered onto his lips, slowly beginning to rock herself against his groin. It would only be a matter of time before she ripped his clothes off.
"W-What�?" he stuttered, blushing and closing his eyes tightly from the sensation of her covered sex rubbing against him. He could feel the heat seeping through their clothes.
"You're going to be very, very late," she murmured, teasing his lips with the tip of her tongue.
"But�"
"Hina-chan�?" She leaned back slightly. One of her hands grazed past his shoulder as she pulled it away from his hair to reach behind her.
Hinata's eyes widened when the blonde's bikini top suddenly slackened, freeing her supple breasts at last.
"Y-Yes�?"
He felt her arm return to the back of his head, caressing it softly before traveling down his neck until it settled below between his shoulder blades. Dammit. How had she turned the tables on him so quickly? Better yet, how was he supposed to think coherently now? The hungry, begging look she was giving him was absolutely divine.
"Make�" she was so prettily flushed, too, "make love to me before you leave�"
Sweet, heavenly cinnamon rolls. How could he possibly turn her down?
Perpetual's Corner:
Oh, mai! O_O What is that devious Naruko-chan going to do to poor Hinata-chan!
Hehehe... what did you think of the characterizations? I had lots of fun playing with that. Naruko is such a riot, and Male!Hinata, although a bit more challenging in terms of keeping a balance between male confidence and canon shyness, was also a lot of fun. Dun be lazy and lemme know what you think! ^_^
As always, many thanks to eternalshiva for helping my sorry ass with this silly little project. She's so awesome! Oh, and you have better read her latest update of A Small Crack in Perfection! It was epic! Her baby is almost due, OMG, so exciting! O_O
Also, many thanks to GiselleRocks, whose art inspired this fic. You can find the link for it in my profile. The final scene of this chapter is illustrated in her drawing, fu fu fu fu.
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