Chapter 1 - Showing Her

She didn't say a word the entire walk home. The walk to my home that was, I should have said something, should have helped her check into a hotel, or at least assured her that I was just going to set her up in a guestroom. The somber, tired look in her eyes as she stepped through my doorway was the moment that made me realize this.

I was just so fucking angry. What I thought had been a, if not perfect, reasonably on-track life, had fallen apart in an afternoon. And I still ended up having to go on some stupid dinner outing despite that! Sakura had twisted my arm, guilted me, reminded me how hard it was for Naruto to see us like this, and reminded me how much that idiot had done for me.

You can't put off a fight for six hours for his sake, really?

Hinata had not slowed her stride after entering the house. She seemed to be walking right through the sitting room, disappearing down the hallway that lead to the master bedroom. Fuck, I had to deal with this before I dealt with anything else. I may not have been a good person but even I got a knot in the gut seeing that girl so miserable.

She was seated upright on the bed when I came in, her hands on her lap and her gaze straight ahead.

"Hinata?" I asked gently, awkwardly, placing one hand on her shoulder and finally getting her attention. Fuck she was beautiful. Her hair was still up in an elegant top night, her eyes outlined and mouth covered by a nude gloss that seemed to shine slightly in the moonlight. The dress matched her hair well, hugged her figure well too, even if it didn't show all that much skin.

"R-Right um…" her hands came up to begin working at said dress.

"No!" I said a little too loud. "I mean, you don't have to do that, dammit. You can just sleep in a guest room or something, let me know if you need anything,"

"Wh- Sasuke no you- that's not fair. Naruto's gonna go through with it you know, he's gonna…" she swallowed the end of that sentence, blinking quickly as her eyes lowered to my abdomen. "You should get to… you know… have fun too,"

"God fucking damn it Hinata, I am not going to rape you because its 'more fair'," I replied, trying my best not to sound too judgemental, trying not to make her feel too bad for how ridiculous she was being.

"Sasuke don't say that!" she said aghast. "I know you wouldn't- that's not what it would be," she assured.

"Having sex with a girl who does not want to have sex with me seems like it gets into pretty scummy territory. Forget it, it's fine," I replied tersely.
Tears began to well in her eyes, and I had no idea if that was a good sign or not. Overwhelming relief or deep hurt, which one did I cause?

"So, you were just…being nice or… did you mean any of those things you said about me?" she asked.

"What, no, of course I did Hinata, you know I'm not nice enough to lie like that," I offered with just a ghost of a laugh. Internally, I wracked my brain, trying to remember specifically what compliments I'd paid her over dinner. They were thrown out pretty rapidly, an attempt to offset the escalating digs Sakura kept throwing at her. I remembered the first one.

Oh no, Hinata's smarter than me, she just did a basic top knot for her hair. Doesn't take five minutes and it looks…okay, you know for a fancy place,

I remember seeing the look in her eyes, the confusion mixed with the hurt, and I spoke in a calm, thoroughly unenthused voice.

Your hair looks lovely Hinata, just as nice as hers

Maybe if I hadn't made that one little remark, snapped back like that at Sakura, she wouldn't have doubled down as she did. Maybe this night would have even been salvageable. Well, whatever the case I doubt she was moved to tears over the possibility I might not actually like her hair.

I'd had a few drinks, and gotten progressively more annoyed over the meal, it was harder to remember what I'd said towards the end of the night.

"I never say things I don't mean Hinata, I promise,"

She gave a little sniffle but didn't seem to be falling into tears. She also wasn't getting off my bed though, suppose I could just slink off to a guest room but, I did let this poor woman walk behind me for half an hour thinking she was going to have to give herself up like a traded toy.

"Hinata, look," she didn't. Tired, exasperated, and more than a little annoyed, I put one hand under her chin. She didn't fight me as I lifted her face up to look at me. "You are an exceptionally beautiful woman and a great person on top of that. You're a damn catch, naruto's just a dumbass," I assured.
She didn't answer at first, and I held her in place maintaining our eye contact until she pulled her chin free with a tug.

"Naruto would choose Sakura over me, he only married me because she was with you, right? I don't just think that because I'm… the way I am?" she asked it like she wanted a straight answer, and I had just promised a few sentences ago that I wasn't kind enough to lie.

"Yeah, I think so," I acknowledged awkwardly.

She looked back up at me then.

"Sasuke?"

"Yes?"

"Would you hold me please?" the look in her eyes, how the hell could I say no?

I sat down and pulled her into a hug, letting her burry her face in my chest and, almost immediately, fall into heavy sobs. She cried into my chest for a long time, maybe an hour. It wasn't fun, but I suppose this was a very bold request from Hinata. One she wouldn't have put upon me if there was literately anyone else she could turn to. Besides this was one shitty night for her, and also besides I wasn't so cold that cradling a beautiful girl against my body didn't bring some pleasure.
Eventually, we laid down, it'd been a long night.

She quieted down gradually. Eventually, the sobs and hiccups seemed to have been replaced by soft, content humming, responses to my hand scratching the back of her neck probably. Wasn't doing anything else that could be giving her pleasure. We were both still clothed, and we were on top of the blankets. There was nothing sexual about it at all.

Not until she started slowly gliding her hands over my chest. Fuck her hands were soft. She hadn't touched me anyplace inappropriate, but even still I called out.

"Hinata…" I gently chastised.

She looked up to meet my eyes, face still pristine.

Fucking fuck I was getting hard. It wouldn't have been the end of the world if her leg wasn't resting right there on top of it. Meaning of course she immediately noticed.

"You can touch me," she offered, continuing her actions, even venturing a bit farther. "I want you too, it makes me happy that you got hard," she muttered, giving the faintest, shyest smile I'd ever seen. I almost had to wonder if I was imagining things in the dark, but our faces were so close.

I kissed her. She gave no reaction to this but to press back slightly into it, and release another one of those hums. Fuck it. I pulled her upward, closer, getting a better angle. We kissed again and again, slowly increasing the duration, we kissed for an eternity, until it felt almost childlike and pointless. Finally, she dipped her mouth into mine and stayed there. Then we held our mouths together for another eternity.

My cock was so hard. The base part of my brain was screaming at me, asking me why the hell I hadn't flipped her over and stuffed her full yet. Why the hell I wasn't rutting her like an animal this instant! My rational mind was only just beginning to consider that we might be having sex after all. I tried to banish both of these thoughts. Her mouth was so soft, and the way she gently poked my tongue with hers as I explored was just adorable.

It was an unconscious action when I gripped her breast, she came a bit too far forward, I pushed her back slightly via my hand on her shoulder, and it just sort of ended up on that wonderful, full boob. God, it'd been so long since I got to play with a curvy woman's chest, and never before with a woman this well endowed.
She broke the kiss with a giggle.

"You like them?" she asked, just a little uncertain, a little insecure.

"It's a surreal moment, I never thought I'd get to play with a magnificent pair of breasts ever again," I gave a little squeeze, earning another quiet laugh. "and this is the most magnificent pair of them all," I further goaded her. This time she laughed out loud. It was good to hear that laugh, it was good to see a real smile on her face. She started to pull away and for a terrifying moment, I was convinced this was all some elaborate joke, or trap, that there was some awful reason that this was ending prematurely.

She only went as far as her knees, still on the bed and still straddling me. The dress she wore was fairly simple, simple enough that she could wiggle out of it by herself at least. She didn't peel it all the way off, just tugged it down until her breasts were covered only by a silky purple bra.

"Holy shit Hinata you are…" that thought trailed away as her top fell to the floor with a soft thud.

The fucking site of it. Hinata, Naruto's wife, the innocent little girl who'd grown into a gorgeous, elegant woman. Her hair and face done up like an aristocrat, those meaty, perfect breasts, not to mention the entire upper half of her body, on full display for me.

In that moment I knew I'd remember this site for the rest of my life, no matter how the night turned out.

I knew she was going to lie back on top of me soon, but not soon enough. She gave a jolt when I pulled upright, and cried out when my mouth latched onto them. I licked every inch locked in my mouth, then I gently bit down elsewhere and did it again. My hand had come up too, the left snaked around to hold her in place while the right made sure her other breast didn't feel neglected.

She was so…quiet. The little noises of pleasure she made were muffled, meek, like she was embarrassed for them to be heard, which I suppose she probably was. If I was a better man I might have assured her that it wasn't necessary, instead, I enjoyed her struggle immensely.

"Sasuke?" she finally asked, tugging gently at my hair with the hands she had buried in it.

I pulled back.

"Can um… can you take your shirt off too?" she asked without looking at me. I grabbed at the collar and yanked down as hard as I could, ripping the buttons free and then working to yank my arms out as well. Hinata tried to help at first, I think, but got distracted when her hands laid on my bare skin, and decided to focus on that instead. When the shirt was free I pulled her mouth back to mine, enjoying the cushions squishing against my own bare skin.

Skin on skin, she had such wonderful, soft skin.

"Hinata?" I whispered after our rather lengthy kiss.

"Hm?" she muttered, putting her face up to my chest.

"Can I ask you for something?" I continued.

"Anything," she whispered, releasing hot air onto my chest in the most delightful way.

"Can you suck me, just for a few seconds, just long enough for me to memorize the image of it,"

She only sucked in a deep breath and reddened further in response. I lifted one hand to the side of her head and that seemed to spur her to action, shimmying down until her face was right at my crotch.

Fuck she was beautiful. There was something about the way she moved, so slowly and deliberately, so graceful despite the slight trembling of her hands. Unbuckling of my belt, popping off my button, pulling down my zipper and freeing my manhood were all done in half a minute. No time at all, but much slower than any other woman I'd been with, it was almost as if she was afraid of hurting me. No, of doing something wrong, that's what she was afraid of, ruining things with some unseen jerk of the hand.

So precious.

Thinking that lying on her stomach while I was sitting upright might be uncomfortable, I rose to my feet, delighting in the look of frantic panic in her eyes as I slowly stepped off the bed. When I gently pushed her down on her side, just about perfectly face to face with my instrument, she seemed to get the message. She even gave a little chuckle in embarrassment before opening up and taking me in.

God when was the last time I'd had a blowjob? Too fucking long, and never from a woman of such quality. True to my word I only rocked my hips back and forth for a few thrusts before pulling it out.

"I-" she coughed lightly. "You- I can do it all the way if you want…" she offered, looking up at me with those damn puppy dog eyes. It was such a cute expression I didn't answer, just admired as I placed one hand on her cheek. She averted her eyes from me, looking nervous again. She was staring at my waist but not my dick, though she kept stealing glances. "Or-or um, you could use my breasts, if you want, I-I-I know you uh, haven't had that option lately so-"

"Well, that might be the snarkiest thing I ever heard from you," I quipped, rubbing my thumb against her face. As she struggled to form a retort I continued. "What I'd really like is to make love to you Hinata, is that okay?"

Her blush darkened and her eyes widened.

"I-I-I thought you said you didn't want to do that,"

"Oh, I never said that," I retorted, kneeling down to put my face in hers. She started to say something but a quick kiss on the mouth seemed to silence her. "If you want me to touch you, I'll touch you as much as you'd like,"

The look of fear on her face dissolved into a conflicted smile, still nervous, but also excited, happy even.

I kissed her again.

"How about, I give you a few kisses down there, and then we'll see if you want more?" she only managed a gentle nod and I pulled her by the tush into a proper position, taking a deep inhale as I slid her panties down, relishing in her scent and blowing hot air over her.

"Oh my goodness," she whispered, trembling everywhere as I stared into her womanhood. I began pecking at it, pulling her apart with my fingers and listening carefully to what spots resulted in what sound of pleasure, and when the roadmap was made, I dove deeper in with the tongue. Before long her hands were buried in my hair. She tugged gently and I loved it. When her breathing began getting frantic I paused, delighting in the needy whine she let loose; and the way the top half of her head poked over her mountainous boobs to match gazes with me.

"I'd like to put it in now Hinata, can I?"

"I-"

"-I'll finish you with my mouth if you want, just ask," I said, gently brushing her bare thigh.

"No! Yes I mean, you can- you can put it inside," she bumbled out, staring for one more second before pointing her face back at the ceiling. I stood upright. She seemed to shudder when I plopped it down to rest on her entrance, and there I waited until she finally looked back at me.

"Ready?" I inquired. A hum to the affirmative was all the indication I needed to slowly begin my penetration. She produced no moans, no noise at all except quick, deep breaths. Of course, watching her little tummy rise and fall like a balloon was pretty damn adorable too. It didn't last though, her mouth opened and her cries of pleasure escaped as soon as I began rocking.

"Sasuke," she whined.

"Hinata," I muttered euphorically, still not quite believing I'd actually managed to get that dobe's wife under me.

"Sasuke," she whined again, louder. I opened my eyes, not remembering when I closed them. "I don't like this," she muttered, making my heart fall into my stomach, not heartbreak mind you, just panic. "G-Get on top of me I-I-I want to hold you!" she sobbed, making me realize she was only talking about our position.

God's Hinata couldn't have started that sentence a little more carefully?

I shook my head whimsically before lying down fully on top of her, having to scoot her body slightly to make sure we were both comfortable enough on the soft mattress. She immediately wrapped her arms around my back, gripping me like she was holding on for dear life as we continued our energetic lovemaking.

"God you know how long I've wanted to fuck you Hinata?" I growled in her ear, relishing in the way her snatch suddenly squeezed around me. "I've thought about you since the academy, you were one of the reasons I hated Naruto for so long you know that?" she gasped, though from pleasure or surprise is up for interpretation.

"I-I-I-"

"You're just so goddamn beautiful, so cute, and still so sexy. How do you do all three Hinata? Girls aren't supposed to be all three of those things, not at the same time at least," I chastised, speeding up as she dug her nails into my flesh.

"Y-You, really-

"And all those days I was sitting bored at home, with Sakura at the hospital, knowing that gorgeous lonely housewife was just a few blocks away, all by herself in that big house, bored stiff and neglected by her idiot husband," I continued my 'complaints', letting my lips brush her skin as I spoke.

In truth, it was just a stray thought that had crossed my mind once or twice. Hinata was a good woman, it was nothing short of delusional to think I could seduce her like that. Besides I had made some efforts to be a good husband these last few months.

She seemed to scream with her mouth closed, squeezing me in a vice grip down at our joining. I waited for her to run out of breath and shoved my tongue into her mouth, groaning down her throat as I came inside her. When I pulled our faces apart she said nothing, looking up at the ceiling with a dazed look.

I brushed my hand in her hair and lay soft kisses on her neck, almost ready to fall asleep on this heavenly pillow when she whispered out.

"Sasuke? I…what's wrong?" she asked. We shifted slightly to face each other without separating. I placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Nothing in the world is wrong right now Hinata," I praised, mentally kicking myself for being so corny, but hell I was tired, and she wasn't the sort to spread rumors. Judging by the joyful smile that spread across her face she appreciated it anyway.

"I mean…you and Sakura, what's going on and… why was she being so horrible to me? Did I do something?" she asked, smile remaining but eyes growing sad. I didn't answer for a long while, and she didn't push me.

"She's been taking birth control without telling me, and she tried to make me out as some kind of bastard when I got mad about it, even though I was expressly clear before proposing what my expectations there were," I explained, emotions trying and failing to blanket the euphoria and relaxation filling my head.

"Oh my…" she whispered.

"I don't know why she thought shitting on you was going to improve the situation. I'm sorry, could have handled it better myself I was just… so fucking angry. Wasted six months, do you have any idea how many kids you need to have to form a good clan base?"

"Yes," she replied simply, reminding me of her own background. We both laughed softly. I ducked my head back into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent as she began scratching my back. God, what I'd give to trade wives with Naruto. Oh, that was the thing I'd said about her, wasn't it?

Seriously dobe, what the fuck is wrong with you letting her talk to Hinata like that? You got a nice catch here you idiot, you have any idea what I'd give to trade wives with you right this second?"



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Heads up this one might post slower then my other stories, but it should have at least a couple more chapters according to my mental outline.