[Naruto] Oversights and Celebrations 2/2
Title: Oversights and Celebrations
Author: runespoor7
Rating: hard R: fairly graphic scene.
Summary: After The War Against Sound, the Rookie Nine (and additions) spend the evening celebratring. This apparently translates into 'prying into Hinata's sexual life'. NejiHina.
Notes: Breaks all rules relative to war and angst. Mostly angst-free, as I do not know what is this 'major character death' you are speaking of.
Part 1
Sneaking into the hospital was easy.
In the aftermath of the war, the medic-nins were still working themselves into the ground, and the security had relaxed enough that a shinobi could slip past the half-asleep genin receptionist without being stopped.
It was one of those odd times when it was tacitly admitted that things like visiting hours and common rules needn't apply. Not for a few weeks after the end of a war - and rarely, if ever, when one's teammate or close family was gravely wounded.
Not that anybody would stop a clan head from seeing a member of their clan. Even the Hokage would have some trouble justifying that to the elders and the other clans. The only instance Hinata could recall dated back from the Nidaime's days, when the Sarutobi clan head's attempted coup had misfired due to the intervention of the kid who'd later become Sandaime.
The reports had been unclear whether the Nidaime had been more outraged by the betrayal of one of the clans, the harm done to his student, or the heartlessness of a clan head willingly setting up one of her own. In any case the incident had proved that the man had every right of being Hokage in his own right, not just because he was Shodai's brother and one of the founders of the village. It was generally agreed that Nidaime had been the most ruthless Hokage thus far.
Her father had visited her when she'd failed the prelims of the third test - once, Hanabi in tow.
Hinata hadn't been able to discern whether the man standing in her hospital room was her father or the head of the clan, but Hanabi had come again, uneasy and blushing, the first time empty-handed, then always bringing a flower, or a book, and detailed accounts of how the garden was. It was thoughtful of her; and Hinata knew which questions to ask to have an update on the clan itself without upsetting her little sister.
Her father had also visited Neji after his fight against Naruto, which Hinata had known to be both from an uncle and from the Hyuuga head.
So had done Hinata after the disastrous mission against the Sound Five.
She came to a stop before her cousin's room. The lights were switched off, which revealed nothing except that Neji was alone.
Slightly smiling, Hinata opened the door. She chose not to insult him by intentionally making noise; he was blind, not dead. She, of all people, would never be able to slip unnoticed by him. That was what he'd been raised for.
He was propped up against his pillows, head turned towards the door; he must've been expecting her. He might even have been aware of her presence since she'd entered the building - he was that attuned to her chakra. It was both flattering and disquieting.
Hinata felt her body tense up, the way it always did when Neji's blank eyes rested on her. The reaction was even stronger now than when Neji could see her. It was unacceptable of Hyuuga-sama to be affected so violently by one of her advisers, even one as valuable and as dear to her as her cousin, and this was actually one of the reasons why Neji was staying at the hospital. The Hyuuga weren't quite so blind that they'd fail to pick on it.
She tried to groom herself back into control, telling herself that a disabled Neji was no reason for getting worked up, and certainly not in this fashion. She took a few shallow breaths to cool down, refusing to let the tingle run its course, and knowing by Neji's smirk that he knew exactly what impact he had on her, knowing by the tilt of his head, which made his hair fall on the side like a curtain, that he was equally receptive.
"Hinata-sama," he greeted her with a murmur. "I trust you had a good evening?"
His tone was mocking and caressing. With a faint smile, Hinata walked over to the bed and sat down on the mattress. Usually she'd have reveled in the sensation of illicit belonging that accompanied her gestures, but tonight her friends' curiosity was fresh in her mind, and Neji's formal address didn't help the matter, even though she knew it was part Neji's smug brand of subservience, part his idea of public displays of affection, all the more pleasurable since no-one could suspect what he put behind it.
After all, he'd been the first one - and for almost all her life, the only one - to refer to her that way, even when it had seemed that she was destined to join the Branch House sooner or later and leave the leadership of the clan to Hanabi.
Public displays of affection were not a good idea if they needed to talk. Which they most definitely needed to.
"We missed you," she told him, trying to find a way to break the news to him without sending him into shock and failing. "We've celebrated."
The corners of Neji's lips minutely curved. "Did you smuggle some beer for me?"
She had. Her stillness must have betrayed her, or else Neji had felt her cheeks were ablaze, because his lips stretched into a slow, pleased smile. Hinata's breath caught.
"Why, Hinata-sama…"
She had to fight for composure at his quasi-purr. It was no wonder that after that she couldn't keep a mask on around him. As it was, she couldn't keep her mouth from opening slightly.
His hand trailed down her cheek; his thumb brushed against her lower lip. Suddenly Hinata realized that her fingers had entangled themselves in the back of his hair. Her body shifted forward.
Neji's eyes were blank - not Hyuuga-like blank, but the blankness of absolute nothingness. Hinata knew it was part of her role to make it up to him, because he was her protective shadow, he was the one member of the Hyuuga who belonged to her - neither to the Main House nor to the village - and as such he was more her responsibility than the clan itself was.
He couldn't see her; she blew warm breath against his skin, and his lips opened like he wanted to drink the air.
The first time he'd done that, he'd already been in the hospital, back from the mission (To Retrieve Sasuke, Act One) which had almost killed him, and Hinata had kissed him on impulse, without really knowing why - he was pale and drawn, and he'd looked at her with confused hatred, as if he didn't understand what he felt now that Naruto had snatched his resentment away. He'd looked like he needed comfort, and like he needed to stop thinking.
Both had worked.
Eyes snapping open, she tore her lips away from his, and he emitted a noise of protest. She needed to tell him now.
"Do you know-" her tongue flicked over Neji's lips "-what teen-aged shinobi talk about," her voice was a pant, "when they're celebrating with their friends?"
Neji scowled at her. His cheeks were blotted pink, his hair was in complete disarray, and his thin, aristocratic lips looked as well-kissed as a girl with her lip-gloss smeared.
"No idea, Hinata-sama. I hope it's worth the interruption," he succinctly bit out.
This had to be one of the reasons why Hinata had guessed what was going on with Team Seven. She knew first-hand the workings of difficult icy ninja prodigies, and she knew better than anyone that they had as much of a sex drive as any other teenager. She also knew that it was worth putting up with every bit of their stony aloofness, though in Sasuke's case it was probably more "bitchiness" than anything else.
"Yes, thank you for demonstrating," Hinata muttered, pausing in her nimble unbuttoning of Neji's hospital pajama.
Neji was silent for a moment, his thumb continuing to brush the skin of her throat under her ear, either lost in thought or enjoying the feel too much to give it up. Her head tilted to the side.
"Oh. Sex." He cocked an eyebrow, tone flat. The effect was somewhat lost by his shudder when Hinata's fingers trailed over his chest. "I understand that, Hinata-" he gasped as she licked her way down his throat "-sama, but what does it have to do with us?"
He sounded somewhat strangled. His hands were resting on her hips, as they had the first time she'd leaned, half-straddling half-crawling into his lap, to kiss him.
"I should think that'd be obvious," Hinata's words were a little muffled against the crook of Neji's neck, as she let go of the wet patch of skin for a moment. She fully intended to resume her task until she was sure he'd sport a full-blown hickey. Unexpectedly, her back arched as Neji's fingers lightly touched her skin, under the vest, and she moaned.
Her forehead against his shoulder, she laid boneless against her cousin as he unbuckled her pants, her body twitching and whimpering when his digits ran over the seam of her panties. Her arms were draped over his shoulders, and the sole reason why she didn't hear his heart beating was because she was listening to his breath.
She felt him kiss gently the top of her head.
"I know that, but what do we have to do with everyone talking about sex?"
Hinata twisted to press her breasts against him. We. We. Us. Neji used those words whenever he could; Hinata didn't think she'd ever get tired of it, or of the barely-perceptible emphasis he put on it. To anyone else it'd be arrogance - the arrogance of the Hyuuga - but the same perverse relish flooded through her when he did, leaving her reeling, determined, and horny.
Oh, no, she had to tell him first.
She really couldn't tell him that while she was rubbing against him like a bitch in heat, she decided. She broke the embrace and the cooler air of the room engulfed between them, making Neji shiver and his hands clutch harder on her waist. …Or could she?
She tried to recollect her thoughts. The way Neji's hands were snaking up to her breasts made this most difficult, particularly since his pinkies were teasing - ghost-like - her ribs, and Neji's hot breath was now much closer to her face.
Hinata whimpered.
A second later Neji had crashed into her with only a token squeak from the mattress, and he was half-lying atop of her, keeping her wrists pinned to the bed, one in each of his hands, which Hinata liked a lot more than being immobilized by only one hand.
"So, what happened."
He had his patient voice of the adviser of the clan head, and Hinata regretted that her position made it impossible for her to spread her thighs. Then again, they had to talk first, so maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.
The talk would only take a minute anyway.
Hinata didn't look in Neji's eyes, though he likely wouldn't realize one way or another - or maybe that was the reason why she didn't look at him. It seemed unfair that she'd get to watch his reaction if he couldn't watch hers. Even if she knew that he didn't need to. She closed her eyes to bask in the warmth of his body fitting against hers, his breath caressing her skin like breeze on water.
"W-well, they don't know about us," she hesitated.
Neji rested his head against her chest. There was no way he'd miss the erratic beating of her heart.
"Yes."
It was ridiculous, Hinata thought, getting annoyed at her own embarrassment. She had handled a thousand more difficult situations - the first time she'd openly disagreed with her father, the time when she'd found Hanabi was to be present at all the meetings of the Hyuuga council, the genjutsu which had shown her Neji, uncaring and expressionless, head tilted to the side, his arms crossed, watching her as she choked on her blood, when she'd faced the council as the head of the Hyuuga and had had to inquire to one of the members if they needed something for their throat, before they stopped coughing, chastened at last.
"So they don't think I-" she struggled for words, "-am experienced."
They'd thought she was a blushing virgin, actually. In their defense, they were spot on about the blush - having sex was one thing, talking about it was another entirely.
Neji's hummed approval resonated within Hinata's body.
"So they started bothering me about it. They were nice," she amended, feeling exactly like an awkward five-year-old.
Unhurriedly, he mouthed lazy, hot kisses against her covered breasts; under the thick jacket, she only felt the soft pressure of his mouth. His fingers were drawing small circles on the fine skin of her wrists.
It was distracting.
"Neji-niisan, y-you're distracting me," Hinata complained, voice hitched to the level of a stage whisper. She was running out of excuses, and there were disturbing layers of clothes between their bodies.
He stopped his ministrations to her chest.
"That is the point."
His grip on her wrist still firm, he lifted his right hand from the surface of the bed, and unzipped her jacket with only minimal fumbling. Then, pulling her fishnet-and-cloth top up, he gave her hardened nipple a long, sensuous lick.
Hinata's hips buckled, rubbing her thigh against him.
Neji buried his groan between her breasts, his obvious arousal the most satisfying part of the evening thus far.
Lying on her back with her hands immobilized, she couldn't push her advantage by soft teases, similar to his own, but her previous motion had altered their equilibrium; using her shoulders as leverage, she could free her right leg, and hooked it loosely over him. That way, Neji's cock was straining against her inner thigh; Hinata blew softly on him when he turned his face toward her.
"So what did they say?"
If Neji was taking an interest in the conversation - actually helping her come to the point - that meant he was becoming impatient. And not with the way Hinata was torturing herself over which words to use, if the shallow undulation of his hips was any indication.
He kept the serene posture admirably, but it was a lost cause, as his cock was digging into her thigh with every move.
Not very convincing. Hinata gave a tentative impulsion to her hips, rubbing her thigh harder against him. Neji's hiss was very conclusive, so Hinata settled back into her relaxed, indulgingly submissive position.
He pushed her harder against the mattress, thrusting his hips down. It spread her legs more widely open and slammed their groins together, but she doubted it was his goal. His hands clenched around her wrists, so tight a dry moan escaped her lips.
She imagined he was glaring at her.
She imagined the curse seal under his bandages, still and silent for now, a shadow constantly looming over him who was physically threatening the head of the Hyuuga clan. A shiver ran through her, pooling low in her belly.
"What did you say?"
His breath was ragged, his teeth gritted. Hinata shifted her lower back. Neji growled.
Yes. Like that.
"I told them I haven't been a virgin for five years."
In many ways, her cousin was an undecipherable prick, Hinata reflected as his right hand let go of her wrist and trailed down her cheek, then her throat, then finally finished tugging her jacket off. The move was only marginally slower than his other deliberately tantalizing caresses.
With her free hand, she mirrored his actions on his pajamas, discarding the shirt with a brisk, purposeful nonchalance that screamed this, in her opinion, had not come an instant too early.
"Oh," he said noncommittally.
Hinata nodded, exploring the skin she'd bared as if it had been more than one day since the last time she'd seen it. Everything about Neji was graceful, elegant, poised, and deadly, like a sheathed katana, powerful and controlled. Whenever she felt the sleek muscles shuddering under her fingers she felt as though a part of that control was coming undone, just for her.
At the moment her hand had slid down Neji's other arm and was prying open his hold on her left wrist.
"I didn't tell them who," she continued, both hands reaching out to untie the lace that kept Neji's pants up. They were riding low, leaving the hipbones uncovered, and Hinata licked her lips.
"Oh," he said again in the exact same unemotional tone as before. He was pushing her top out of the way and doing miraculous things to the exposed skin, so Hinata forgave him for being a close-mouthed passive-aggressive bastard who could play her body like a flute. As long as he kept doing just that.
"Yes," she confirmed, slightly out of breath. She arched up to lick Neji's chest, scrambling to a half-sitting position and licking lower and lower down his belly. "I think Shikamaru may suspect something," she pensively added before diving again, lower than before, tongue dancing along intricate patterns and teeth grazing blunt lines on over-sensitive skin.
Neji convulsively grasped her hair as her mouth wrapped around his cock.
"…Oh," he breathed in a high-pitched voice. "Hin-nata-s-sama…"
Hinata thought that this was worth everything.
Author: runespoor7
Rating: hard R: fairly graphic scene.
Summary: After The War Against Sound, the Rookie Nine (and additions) spend the evening celebratring. This apparently translates into 'prying into Hinata's sexual life'. NejiHina.
Notes: Breaks all rules relative to war and angst. Mostly angst-free, as I do not know what is this 'major character death' you are speaking of.
Part 1
Sneaking into the hospital was easy.
In the aftermath of the war, the medic-nins were still working themselves into the ground, and the security had relaxed enough that a shinobi could slip past the half-asleep genin receptionist without being stopped.
It was one of those odd times when it was tacitly admitted that things like visiting hours and common rules needn't apply. Not for a few weeks after the end of a war - and rarely, if ever, when one's teammate or close family was gravely wounded.
Not that anybody would stop a clan head from seeing a member of their clan. Even the Hokage would have some trouble justifying that to the elders and the other clans. The only instance Hinata could recall dated back from the Nidaime's days, when the Sarutobi clan head's attempted coup had misfired due to the intervention of the kid who'd later become Sandaime.
The reports had been unclear whether the Nidaime had been more outraged by the betrayal of one of the clans, the harm done to his student, or the heartlessness of a clan head willingly setting up one of her own. In any case the incident had proved that the man had every right of being Hokage in his own right, not just because he was Shodai's brother and one of the founders of the village. It was generally agreed that Nidaime had been the most ruthless Hokage thus far.
Her father had visited her when she'd failed the prelims of the third test - once, Hanabi in tow.
Hinata hadn't been able to discern whether the man standing in her hospital room was her father or the head of the clan, but Hanabi had come again, uneasy and blushing, the first time empty-handed, then always bringing a flower, or a book, and detailed accounts of how the garden was. It was thoughtful of her; and Hinata knew which questions to ask to have an update on the clan itself without upsetting her little sister.
Her father had also visited Neji after his fight against Naruto, which Hinata had known to be both from an uncle and from the Hyuuga head.
So had done Hinata after the disastrous mission against the Sound Five.
She came to a stop before her cousin's room. The lights were switched off, which revealed nothing except that Neji was alone.
Slightly smiling, Hinata opened the door. She chose not to insult him by intentionally making noise; he was blind, not dead. She, of all people, would never be able to slip unnoticed by him. That was what he'd been raised for.
He was propped up against his pillows, head turned towards the door; he must've been expecting her. He might even have been aware of her presence since she'd entered the building - he was that attuned to her chakra. It was both flattering and disquieting.
Hinata felt her body tense up, the way it always did when Neji's blank eyes rested on her. The reaction was even stronger now than when Neji could see her. It was unacceptable of Hyuuga-sama to be affected so violently by one of her advisers, even one as valuable and as dear to her as her cousin, and this was actually one of the reasons why Neji was staying at the hospital. The Hyuuga weren't quite so blind that they'd fail to pick on it.
She tried to groom herself back into control, telling herself that a disabled Neji was no reason for getting worked up, and certainly not in this fashion. She took a few shallow breaths to cool down, refusing to let the tingle run its course, and knowing by Neji's smirk that he knew exactly what impact he had on her, knowing by the tilt of his head, which made his hair fall on the side like a curtain, that he was equally receptive.
"Hinata-sama," he greeted her with a murmur. "I trust you had a good evening?"
His tone was mocking and caressing. With a faint smile, Hinata walked over to the bed and sat down on the mattress. Usually she'd have reveled in the sensation of illicit belonging that accompanied her gestures, but tonight her friends' curiosity was fresh in her mind, and Neji's formal address didn't help the matter, even though she knew it was part Neji's smug brand of subservience, part his idea of public displays of affection, all the more pleasurable since no-one could suspect what he put behind it.
After all, he'd been the first one - and for almost all her life, the only one - to refer to her that way, even when it had seemed that she was destined to join the Branch House sooner or later and leave the leadership of the clan to Hanabi.
Public displays of affection were not a good idea if they needed to talk. Which they most definitely needed to.
"We missed you," she told him, trying to find a way to break the news to him without sending him into shock and failing. "We've celebrated."
The corners of Neji's lips minutely curved. "Did you smuggle some beer for me?"
She had. Her stillness must have betrayed her, or else Neji had felt her cheeks were ablaze, because his lips stretched into a slow, pleased smile. Hinata's breath caught.
"Why, Hinata-sama…"
She had to fight for composure at his quasi-purr. It was no wonder that after that she couldn't keep a mask on around him. As it was, she couldn't keep her mouth from opening slightly.
His hand trailed down her cheek; his thumb brushed against her lower lip. Suddenly Hinata realized that her fingers had entangled themselves in the back of his hair. Her body shifted forward.
Neji's eyes were blank - not Hyuuga-like blank, but the blankness of absolute nothingness. Hinata knew it was part of her role to make it up to him, because he was her protective shadow, he was the one member of the Hyuuga who belonged to her - neither to the Main House nor to the village - and as such he was more her responsibility than the clan itself was.
He couldn't see her; she blew warm breath against his skin, and his lips opened like he wanted to drink the air.
The first time he'd done that, he'd already been in the hospital, back from the mission (To Retrieve Sasuke, Act One) which had almost killed him, and Hinata had kissed him on impulse, without really knowing why - he was pale and drawn, and he'd looked at her with confused hatred, as if he didn't understand what he felt now that Naruto had snatched his resentment away. He'd looked like he needed comfort, and like he needed to stop thinking.
Both had worked.
Eyes snapping open, she tore her lips away from his, and he emitted a noise of protest. She needed to tell him now.
"Do you know-" her tongue flicked over Neji's lips "-what teen-aged shinobi talk about," her voice was a pant, "when they're celebrating with their friends?"
Neji scowled at her. His cheeks were blotted pink, his hair was in complete disarray, and his thin, aristocratic lips looked as well-kissed as a girl with her lip-gloss smeared.
"No idea, Hinata-sama. I hope it's worth the interruption," he succinctly bit out.
This had to be one of the reasons why Hinata had guessed what was going on with Team Seven. She knew first-hand the workings of difficult icy ninja prodigies, and she knew better than anyone that they had as much of a sex drive as any other teenager. She also knew that it was worth putting up with every bit of their stony aloofness, though in Sasuke's case it was probably more "bitchiness" than anything else.
"Yes, thank you for demonstrating," Hinata muttered, pausing in her nimble unbuttoning of Neji's hospital pajama.
Neji was silent for a moment, his thumb continuing to brush the skin of her throat under her ear, either lost in thought or enjoying the feel too much to give it up. Her head tilted to the side.
"Oh. Sex." He cocked an eyebrow, tone flat. The effect was somewhat lost by his shudder when Hinata's fingers trailed over his chest. "I understand that, Hinata-" he gasped as she licked her way down his throat "-sama, but what does it have to do with us?"
He sounded somewhat strangled. His hands were resting on her hips, as they had the first time she'd leaned, half-straddling half-crawling into his lap, to kiss him.
"I should think that'd be obvious," Hinata's words were a little muffled against the crook of Neji's neck, as she let go of the wet patch of skin for a moment. She fully intended to resume her task until she was sure he'd sport a full-blown hickey. Unexpectedly, her back arched as Neji's fingers lightly touched her skin, under the vest, and she moaned.
Her forehead against his shoulder, she laid boneless against her cousin as he unbuckled her pants, her body twitching and whimpering when his digits ran over the seam of her panties. Her arms were draped over his shoulders, and the sole reason why she didn't hear his heart beating was because she was listening to his breath.
She felt him kiss gently the top of her head.
"I know that, but what do we have to do with everyone talking about sex?"
Hinata twisted to press her breasts against him. We. We. Us. Neji used those words whenever he could; Hinata didn't think she'd ever get tired of it, or of the barely-perceptible emphasis he put on it. To anyone else it'd be arrogance - the arrogance of the Hyuuga - but the same perverse relish flooded through her when he did, leaving her reeling, determined, and horny.
Oh, no, she had to tell him first.
She really couldn't tell him that while she was rubbing against him like a bitch in heat, she decided. She broke the embrace and the cooler air of the room engulfed between them, making Neji shiver and his hands clutch harder on her waist. …Or could she?
She tried to recollect her thoughts. The way Neji's hands were snaking up to her breasts made this most difficult, particularly since his pinkies were teasing - ghost-like - her ribs, and Neji's hot breath was now much closer to her face.
Hinata whimpered.
A second later Neji had crashed into her with only a token squeak from the mattress, and he was half-lying atop of her, keeping her wrists pinned to the bed, one in each of his hands, which Hinata liked a lot more than being immobilized by only one hand.
"So, what happened."
He had his patient voice of the adviser of the clan head, and Hinata regretted that her position made it impossible for her to spread her thighs. Then again, they had to talk first, so maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.
The talk would only take a minute anyway.
Hinata didn't look in Neji's eyes, though he likely wouldn't realize one way or another - or maybe that was the reason why she didn't look at him. It seemed unfair that she'd get to watch his reaction if he couldn't watch hers. Even if she knew that he didn't need to. She closed her eyes to bask in the warmth of his body fitting against hers, his breath caressing her skin like breeze on water.
"W-well, they don't know about us," she hesitated.
Neji rested his head against her chest. There was no way he'd miss the erratic beating of her heart.
"Yes."
It was ridiculous, Hinata thought, getting annoyed at her own embarrassment. She had handled a thousand more difficult situations - the first time she'd openly disagreed with her father, the time when she'd found Hanabi was to be present at all the meetings of the Hyuuga council, the genjutsu which had shown her Neji, uncaring and expressionless, head tilted to the side, his arms crossed, watching her as she choked on her blood, when she'd faced the council as the head of the Hyuuga and had had to inquire to one of the members if they needed something for their throat, before they stopped coughing, chastened at last.
"So they don't think I-" she struggled for words, "-am experienced."
They'd thought she was a blushing virgin, actually. In their defense, they were spot on about the blush - having sex was one thing, talking about it was another entirely.
Neji's hummed approval resonated within Hinata's body.
"So they started bothering me about it. They were nice," she amended, feeling exactly like an awkward five-year-old.
Unhurriedly, he mouthed lazy, hot kisses against her covered breasts; under the thick jacket, she only felt the soft pressure of his mouth. His fingers were drawing small circles on the fine skin of her wrists.
It was distracting.
"Neji-niisan, y-you're distracting me," Hinata complained, voice hitched to the level of a stage whisper. She was running out of excuses, and there were disturbing layers of clothes between their bodies.
He stopped his ministrations to her chest.
"That is the point."
His grip on her wrist still firm, he lifted his right hand from the surface of the bed, and unzipped her jacket with only minimal fumbling. Then, pulling her fishnet-and-cloth top up, he gave her hardened nipple a long, sensuous lick.
Hinata's hips buckled, rubbing her thigh against him.
Neji buried his groan between her breasts, his obvious arousal the most satisfying part of the evening thus far.
Lying on her back with her hands immobilized, she couldn't push her advantage by soft teases, similar to his own, but her previous motion had altered their equilibrium; using her shoulders as leverage, she could free her right leg, and hooked it loosely over him. That way, Neji's cock was straining against her inner thigh; Hinata blew softly on him when he turned his face toward her.
"So what did they say?"
If Neji was taking an interest in the conversation - actually helping her come to the point - that meant he was becoming impatient. And not with the way Hinata was torturing herself over which words to use, if the shallow undulation of his hips was any indication.
He kept the serene posture admirably, but it was a lost cause, as his cock was digging into her thigh with every move.
Not very convincing. Hinata gave a tentative impulsion to her hips, rubbing her thigh harder against him. Neji's hiss was very conclusive, so Hinata settled back into her relaxed, indulgingly submissive position.
He pushed her harder against the mattress, thrusting his hips down. It spread her legs more widely open and slammed their groins together, but she doubted it was his goal. His hands clenched around her wrists, so tight a dry moan escaped her lips.
She imagined he was glaring at her.
She imagined the curse seal under his bandages, still and silent for now, a shadow constantly looming over him who was physically threatening the head of the Hyuuga clan. A shiver ran through her, pooling low in her belly.
"What did you say?"
His breath was ragged, his teeth gritted. Hinata shifted her lower back. Neji growled.
Yes. Like that.
"I told them I haven't been a virgin for five years."
In many ways, her cousin was an undecipherable prick, Hinata reflected as his right hand let go of her wrist and trailed down her cheek, then her throat, then finally finished tugging her jacket off. The move was only marginally slower than his other deliberately tantalizing caresses.
With her free hand, she mirrored his actions on his pajamas, discarding the shirt with a brisk, purposeful nonchalance that screamed this, in her opinion, had not come an instant too early.
"Oh," he said noncommittally.
Hinata nodded, exploring the skin she'd bared as if it had been more than one day since the last time she'd seen it. Everything about Neji was graceful, elegant, poised, and deadly, like a sheathed katana, powerful and controlled. Whenever she felt the sleek muscles shuddering under her fingers she felt as though a part of that control was coming undone, just for her.
At the moment her hand had slid down Neji's other arm and was prying open his hold on her left wrist.
"I didn't tell them who," she continued, both hands reaching out to untie the lace that kept Neji's pants up. They were riding low, leaving the hipbones uncovered, and Hinata licked her lips.
"Oh," he said again in the exact same unemotional tone as before. He was pushing her top out of the way and doing miraculous things to the exposed skin, so Hinata forgave him for being a close-mouthed passive-aggressive bastard who could play her body like a flute. As long as he kept doing just that.
"Yes," she confirmed, slightly out of breath. She arched up to lick Neji's chest, scrambling to a half-sitting position and licking lower and lower down his belly. "I think Shikamaru may suspect something," she pensively added before diving again, lower than before, tongue dancing along intricate patterns and teeth grazing blunt lines on over-sensitive skin.
Neji convulsively grasped her hair as her mouth wrapped around his cock.
"…Oh," he breathed in a high-pitched voice. "Hin-nata-s-sama…"
Hinata thought that this was worth everything.