Because Naruto Is A Sweet Kid
Summary: Naruto thinks Hinata is having an affair. Hinata thinks Naruto is ridiculous. Alternate Universe.
"It's just not right."
Hinata paused, her spoon just inches from her mouth as she focused her attention on her boyfriend sitting across the table. Naruto had one hand sitting on the table, fingers idly drumming on the smooth surface. His chin rested on his other hand and he had a definite pout on his lips. If it wasn't for the mischievous twinkle in his bright blue eyes, she might have fallen for the disheartened act.
Even so, she played along with his game, curious as to where it might lead. "What's not right?" she inquired quietly, going back to eating her dessert.
"You're having an affair."
Pale eyes widened. Her spoon dropped to her dish with a noisy clatter. "I would never-"
"With the ice cream," he finished.
Hinata looked at her desert, a specialty item from The Konoha Blend consisting of three scoops of ice cream dipped in caramel and then sprinkled with coconut shavings. Then she glanced back at her smug boyfriend. "I'm having an affair," she repeated slowly, "with my ice cream?"
Naruto’s eyes widened dramatically and a hand flew to his heart. "So you admit it?" he said in a horrified whisper.
Hinata stared at him in disbelief and fought the urge to shake her head. "You're being ridiculous," she said, but her lips had already curved into a smile as she took her next bite into her favorite ice cream concoction.
"You're moaning again."
Hinata choked on her desert. A hysterical bout of laughter threatened to bubble out. Her cheeks burned red in embarrassment. "I'm what?" she sputtered, grabbing a napkin to wipe away the ice cream at her lips.
"Moaning," he replied in a matter of fact tone.
Her cheeks deepened in color. "I am not!"
He laughed suddenly. She fell in love with his smile but it was the sound of his laughter that enchanted her. "Yes," he said in his rich tenor voice as he leaned slightly across the table, "you are."
He sat back in his seat and waved a hand in the air. "It would be kinda hot except for the fact it's not directed at me."
"Naruto!" she shouted in equal parts mortification and disbelief.
His grin deepened. "Okay, I lied," he said reaching for her hand, "it's hot either way."
She couldn't help but laugh. Some days she wondered if he lived to tease her. "Can I eat my ice cream now," she asked gesturing with her free hand, "before it's all melted."
"Sure, sure. Resume your affair. Just know I'm watching."
She waited until he took a bite of his own desert before responding. "Voyeur," she teased just loud enough for him to hear. This time it was her turn to laugh as he choked on his desert.
"It's just not right."
Hinata paused, her spoon just inches from her mouth as she focused her attention on her boyfriend sitting across the table. Naruto had one hand sitting on the table, fingers idly drumming on the smooth surface. His chin rested on his other hand and he had a definite pout on his lips. If it wasn't for the mischievous twinkle in his bright blue eyes, she might have fallen for the disheartened act.
Even so, she played along with his game, curious as to where it might lead. "What's not right?" she inquired quietly, going back to eating her dessert.
"You're having an affair."
Pale eyes widened. Her spoon dropped to her dish with a noisy clatter. "I would never-"
"With the ice cream," he finished.
Hinata looked at her desert, a specialty item from The Konoha Blend consisting of three scoops of ice cream dipped in caramel and then sprinkled with coconut shavings. Then she glanced back at her smug boyfriend. "I'm having an affair," she repeated slowly, "with my ice cream?"
Naruto’s eyes widened dramatically and a hand flew to his heart. "So you admit it?" he said in a horrified whisper.
Hinata stared at him in disbelief and fought the urge to shake her head. "You're being ridiculous," she said, but her lips had already curved into a smile as she took her next bite into her favorite ice cream concoction.
"You're moaning again."
Hinata choked on her desert. A hysterical bout of laughter threatened to bubble out. Her cheeks burned red in embarrassment. "I'm what?" she sputtered, grabbing a napkin to wipe away the ice cream at her lips.
"Moaning," he replied in a matter of fact tone.
Her cheeks deepened in color. "I am not!"
He laughed suddenly. She fell in love with his smile but it was the sound of his laughter that enchanted her. "Yes," he said in his rich tenor voice as he leaned slightly across the table, "you are."
He sat back in his seat and waved a hand in the air. "It would be kinda hot except for the fact it's not directed at me."
"Naruto!" she shouted in equal parts mortification and disbelief.
His grin deepened. "Okay, I lied," he said reaching for her hand, "it's hot either way."
She couldn't help but laugh. Some days she wondered if he lived to tease her. "Can I eat my ice cream now," she asked gesturing with her free hand, "before it's all melted."
"Sure, sure. Resume your affair. Just know I'm watching."
She waited until he took a bite of his own desert before responding. "Voyeur," she teased just loud enough for him to hear. This time it was her turn to laugh as he choked on his desert.