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naruto shadowing kakashi and tsunade took up a lot of his time.
which, of course, hinata had no issue with. anybody who lived in konoha knew naruto uzumaki, who's been shouting his dream of becoming hokage since he could speak. during this peaceful era, he's getting to invest more time into his training, including a new interest in getting his jounin promotion while he was at it, and hinata couldn't be more proud.
unfortunately, that just meant she had a little less time with him than she would have liked. hinata had been used to naruto not being in the village while pining, or even around her, while still yearning, but back then things were a little different.
now she was making adjustments whenever he was absent…as his girlfriend, instead.
hinata's cheeks instantly warm at the thought, and she touches her bottom lip with her fingertips from when he kissed her this morning. even as busy he is, he always made time to drop in for a quick surprise hug while she was alone in the markets, or a sweet kiss before bidding her goodnight…sometimes it's a little more, and…
hinata jumps, snapping out of her naruto-filled daze once again.
maybe she should stop there while she was ahead.
today was predicted to be cooler, so she finishes brushing her hair and gets dressed. her post-war wardrobe is a sharp contrast to the loose-fitting, comfy clothes she used to wear when she was a teenager, now opting for clothing that tastefully accentuated her figure (and she had grown to love…and apparently so did naruto.) after tying her obi securely around her waist, she moves on to the next thing.
lying on her bed was something soft, orange, and smelled a lot like her boyfriend, who purposefully left it there. just in case ya get cold or somethin’, ‘ttebayo! he had said with pink cheeks, pink ears, while scratching a whiskered cheek.
“just in case,” hinata echoes softly to herself with a smile, reaching for it. her arms come up short in the sleeves, and she places her hands over the back of her neck to free her hair from the hood.
she casts a glance at her reflection again. the colors may have clashed a bit, but she was only going out for a walk, and she felt incredibly cozy. she may stop by the markets too, out of habit.
she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, idly posing. should she call a friend? maybe ino could tag along. she cards her fingers back through her hair, thinking, and pauses when her hair is pulled back and supported up. she tilts her head at herself.
“maybe a ponytail…?”
she ends up going for the ponytail.
the breeze randomly switches directions.
hinata stops dead in her tracks.
she knew he'd somehow find her.
nothing was impossible for her naruto.
naruto, who begins to toy with her hair while his breath brushes the back of her neck, teases fondly, “nice ponytail, spacey!"
nearly makes her drop her basket of fruit, and she turns with bright red cheeks and a flustered demeanor. “naruto! not…” not here. she looks around out of habit, lowering her voice as two fangirls idly stood by watching them. “what are you doing here? I thought -”
“ehhh, takin’ a break. you got a sec?”
“y-yes —?”
“great! you might wanna close your eyes.”
“are you about to -”
taking her into his arms. “uh huh.”
“eep!”
naruto had pulled a shunshin, which unfortunately often left hinata a little nauseated.
“alright, you can open your eyes now!” naruto announces cheerfully.
hinata peeps open an eye.
“this is…we're back at your apartment?”
“mhm!”
“aren't you going to get into trouble? tsunade-sama —”
naruto cups her face, effectively turning the rest of her sentence into a melting pot.
“I just need five minutes.” he smooths his thumbs over her cheeks, voice dropping to a husky timbre. “then, I'll take ya back, okay? I just…”
something is off.
“naruto-kun, are you okay?” she breathes, coming closer. he seemed…frazzled.
she traces a thumb lightly over his under eye and wonders, when was the last time he had gotten a full night's rest? naruto learned the best by doing…but no doubt tsunade-sama had him doing a lot of reading. not to mention his bold move of trying to balance that, actively working towards his jounin promotion, being a great friend, being a great boyfriend —
hinata frowns. she doesn't want him to think she was feeling deprived. in fact, she felt quite the opposite. it only made the time they did share more meaningful!
and it aided a little in the uh…romantic tension department.
“I am now.” he smiles when she leans up to kiss him. his hands drop to her waist, drawing her close by his jacket. “you look good in that, by the way, ya know? you can keep it for a night or two.”
in a lot of ways, she's still getting used to this. him. his hands on her. sporting that soft smile that only she is on the receiving end of. reciprocating everything she could only ever dream of, for years.
naruto kisses her back deeply. “hime…”
hinata cups his face, head tilted, a soft smile on her lips, determined to take his mind off of things for a while. she stops short of kissing him when he leans in for another, and he pouts. “— do we really only have five minutes…?” she breathes, blinking slow. using that voice.
naruto's brain short-circuits. “uhh…” he swallows. “n-no?”
“longer, then?” carding her fingers through his hair.
he blinks, mesmerized.
“yeah…whatever you say. as long as you want...”
“look…I gotta go, but…but can I —?”
clothes rumpled, half off, lightly panting. he’ll have to tuck himself before they leave.
hinata is already nodding, nose brushing back and forth over his. their legs entwine on his bed. there’s a faint hickey at the base of her throat, and her hair had come loose. “yes.”
she waits up for him, despite the gentle lull of sleep waiting in the wings to take her under. she lies in her bed, breathing slowly to ease the race of her heart, gaze at the ceiling. the anticipation of seeing naruto at later hours always left her feeling restless.
and just when her eyes had begun to close…
“naruto-kun…”
“hinata…”
it's like he came out of her dream himself.
his kiss comes from above, his upper body leaning over her from the foot of the bed, where she had been laying headfirst. she chose a nightgown to wear tonight, soft and silky to the touch, and it perfectly matched her eyes.
"sorry I'm late." naruto supports her head, rubbing his nose against hers. “gettin’ sleepy?”
“no,” she lies with a smile. “you're just in time.”
“can I lay with ya?”
“please!”
she giggles at how eager he is (hinata knows he would have jumped) to join her bedside, letting him draw her in by the waist.
“how are you feeling?” she asks, tracing a whiskered cheek.
“better now…hi-na-ta.”
the gown has its desired effect. naruto is really trying to maintain eye contact as he caresses her hip. the neckline shows a tasteful amount of bosom without being too risqué, and the hem stops short enough to be considered flirty.
his gaze dips to her mouth when she leans closer.
“me, too…”
she doesn't kiss him yet.
naruto? calls it out immediately.
“oi…that's the second time you've done that…”
her cheeks blossom. “oh, do you not like it —?”
naruto leans over. she rolls onto her back. her breasts slope gently. her skirt fans out.
now he's looking…
…respectfully.
“I mean…I like that dress…”
oh!
“really…?”
“like you didn't know.”
of course she did.
“damn…maybe we shoulda met back at my place.” unfiltered, unashamed, fully dilated pupils - “ya sure you don’t wanna get outta here?”
“naruto-kun! I can’t leave looking like this.”
please note that she’s not exactly against this idea.
“you still got my jacket, don’t ya?” she sees exactly where his mind is going. “wait, yeah, put that on!”
“I…well…”
his eyes brighten.
“whaddaya say?”
“this is hardly appropriate…”
as she stands in front of her mirror again, just like she did hours before. her nightgown. his jacket.
the size difference looks incredibly profound now, to where her skirt is barely in sight. the thigh high socks she picked out were black, and did nothing to help naruto’s wild imagination. these were his colors, and she represented them with pride. she was his.
and maybe those fangirls will finally learn...respectfully.
he walks up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. “could ya wear that ponytail again…?” he whispers in her ear.
oh, he has a thing.
hinata swallows.
“yes…of course, naruto-kun.”
while she puts her hair up, she makes herself hold their eye contact in the mirror. then, she artfully shifts her weight from one foot to the other - something she has seen ino do. anything her friend did always looked effortlessly sexy. she hoped she didn’t come across trying too hard.
oh no, it was working for him.
if he wasn’t worried about waking the whole estate, and facing the wrath of hiashi hyuga at that…
naruto takes another deep breath as hinata turns around to face him. keep it together. keep it together.
“are you ready, naruto-kun?”
oh boy, yeah…
“what did you say?”
“huh??”
…he just said that out loud, didn’t he?
“yeah! I’m ready.” he snaps out of his thoughts, taking both of her hands. “are you? do ya need to bring anything else?”
not that she was gonna need anything (and by anything meaning clothes) for much longer. he asks anyway.
hinata hums. “no…I don’t think so.”
“okay.” naruto bends to kiss her. she leaves his lips tingling. “I’m about to shunshin. you ready?”
“okay.” she grips his arms, bracing herself. “just do it!”
naruto laughs, and then they were gone.