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Title: Helpless
Pairings: Temari/Hinata
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
Hinata did not think about girls in a sexual sense. Not usually. It wasn't because she was a prude or not attracted to them; it simply did not occur to her. Thinking about guys sexually hadn't occurred to her until Ino had asked if she ever thought about what doing it with Naruto would be like, to which Hinata had blushed and stammered "n-no." So when she was standing in line at the grocery store and she accidently overheard the two men in front of her talking about the sexy blonde diplomat who was all legs and tits, she didn't realize who they meant.
It wasn't until later that evening, when Hinata was stirring the soup she was fixing for her family that she realized who the men had been referring to. The thought jolted her and caused a soft blush to rise on her cheeks. Thinking about what the men had called Temari made Hinata feel warm, but she told herself it was the heat from the stove and focused on preparing dinner.
Two days later, Hinata woke up in the middle of the night feeling funny. She was soaked in sweat and there was an unusual tingling sensation between her legs. What remained of her dream was slipping between her fingers quicker than water cupped in her hands and the harder she fought to remember, the quicker the fragments faded, until she could no longer tell who or what her dream had been about. Left with no alternative, Hinata laid in the dark of her room and stared at the ceiling until the feeling between her legs went away and she fell asleep again.
Later that week, Hinata woke up once more to find that sensation between her legs again, but after the second dream, a third did not follow. For five weeks, Hinata slept undisturbed. She woke up early in the morning and trained intensely until late afternoon. She would shop or tend to her small garden in early evening before taking a bath and fixing the evening meal for her father, sister and Neji, when he wasn't away on a mission.
One afternoon, instead of stopping at the grocery store or tending her garden, Hinata visited Naruto at his apartment. Naruto was rarely home anymore. For the last few months he had worked hard completing every mission the Hokage assigned him, and he always came back for another. Whenever he had time off, he spent it looking for the next clue to finding Sasuke and he rarely made time for a social life. So when Neji had told her that Naruto was home for a few days while they had been eating dinner last night, Hinata wanted to do something for him.
Hinata fondly remembered how, when she had been discouraged, he had been there cheering her on. That was why she wanted to help him out now; when he was discouraged. She wanted to be there cheering him on, like he had cheered her on.
Unsure of what she could do for him, Hinata did what she did best: she fixed a simple dinner for Naruto. Neji had told her that Naruto had just gotten back from a two-week-long mission and Hinata figured that he would probably be exhausted and his kitchen would undoubtedly be poorly stocked after such an absence.
When she arrived at Naruto's apartment and knocked, she received no answer. Slightly discourage, Hinata decided to leave the food on his doormat with a note before heading home. She was walking with her head down and watching her feet, when she accidently bumped into someone else.
Hinata stuttered an apology and tried to hurry around the person she had bumped into. Before she could get away, however, a hand grabbed her wrist and Hinata turned her head to see who had grabbed her wrist. To her surprise, she found herself looking at Temari. As Temari recognized who she had run into, she smiled.
As the surprise wore off, Hinata remembered the conversation she had overheard nearly six weeks early in the grocery store. She stared into Temari's dark eyes helplessly as the phrases "sexy blond" and "all legs and tits" surfaced in her mind. Feeling those eyes bore into her, Hinata's face grew hot and she suddenly felt funny, not unlike the times that she had awoken in the middle of the night. Only, this time, she couldn't just lie there in the dark until the feeling went away; this time, the source of the tingling between her legs was not limited to the quickly disappearing remnants of a dream, but in front of her, on a daylit street, with her hand around her wrist.
Flustered and still stammering, Hinata apologized again. "I-I'm sorry. I-I should have been looking to where I was g-going."
To her surprise, Temari wasn't mad. In fact, she was friendly. Very friendly. "Ah," said Temari. "It's Hyuuga, isn't it?"
"Hinata."
"Of course," said Temari. "Either way, I'm just glad that if I had to run into someone, it was a cutie like you." She winked.
Hinata's blush deepened.
"Does it bother you?" asked Temari suddenly. When Hinata looked confused, Temari clarified. "That I called you cute."
"I-I guess not," stuttered Hinata, blushing a little harder.
Smiling wider at Hinata's shyness, Temari leaned into Hinata until their lips were centimeters apart. "Do you want me?"
Hinata almost fainted.
"Well," said Temari straightening up and pretending like nothing had happened, "It's been nice talking to you, Hinata. I'll see you around."
And with that, she turned the corner and disappeared, leaving Hinata standing in the middle of the street and staring helplessly after her.
*
Six weeks ago, Hinata had not thought about girls in a sexual sense. That evening, after she had finished cleaning up from dinner and bid her father and sister goodnight, Hinata changed into her pajamas and laid down on her bed. The moment she closed her eyes, the images came to her unbidden.:
Temari in the street that afternoon. Temari's blond hair and its seamless transition into her smooth skin. Temari's skin disappearing beneath her clothing, and what lay beneath that thin layer of fabric.
All legs and tits.
The words rebounded against the walls of Hinata's mind, driving her crazy. As she imagined running her fingers over that endless smooth skin, Hinata's hand slid beneath the cord tying her pants around her waist, and slipped inside her underwear. She drew her fingers over her tensed skin experimentally. Her fingers traced the gentle swell of her skin, dipping into the warmth between her legs and becoming slick. She pressed harder and breathed in sharply as her body tightened and the warmth ran through her abdomen. Her breathing quickened with her fingers. As she neared the pivotal moment, she raised her hips off the ground, pressing against her hand. She stopped breathing and in that instant, she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Her mouth was slightly unhinged and from between her dry lips a hitched breath, like an interrupted hiccup, escaped. Her body crumpled to the sleeping mat, a tangle of twisted clothing and fulfillment.
*
The next day, when Hinata visited the store in the early evening, she bought something special for dinner, for she knew Neji would be visiting her father that evening. While she prepared it, she let her thoughts wander to Temari and how warm her hand had been against her wrist; how teasing her eyes had been as Temari had said the things that she had to Hinata; how she had smiled as she left Hinata, standing confused in her wake. By the time she served dinner, Hinata was determined to pull Neji aside after they ate and ask him to deliver a message for her.
Throughout dinner, the Hyuuga family ate quietly. Occasionally, her father would ask Neji or her sister something, but mercifully, he asked nothing of Hinata that night. After they had finished and their dishes rested before them untouched, Hinata began clearing the table. As was customary after eating with his uncle, Neji offered to help Hinata with the dishes. This time, Hinata accepted his offer gratefully, for she knew that it may be their only moment to talk.
After they had removed the dishes from the table and carried them back to the kitchen, Hinata turned to Neji. Once, she would have stuttered as she asked her cousin for a favor, but not anymore. Not now.
"Neji? I know you see Shikamaru more often than I do, and there's something I need you to ask him."
"What is it?" asked Neji, slightly surprised that his cousin was being so direct about something she desired. It was not that he disproved of her asking a favor of him. It was just that Hinata was not the type to put anyone out unnecessarily.
"I know he spends a lot of time with Temari. They're both diplomats. I wanted you to ask Shikamaru if he could tell Temari that-" Hinata searched for a plausible excuse "-she dropped something of hers in the street the other day, and I picked it up for her."
"Why don't I just give it to Shikamaru to give to her, then?" asked Neji.
"I can't!" blurted out Hinata. She covered her mouth with a hand and blushed. "Sorry," she told her cousin after removing her hand. "It's just, I wanted to give it to her myself."
"Fine," said Neji, accepting his cousin's answer. "I'll relay the message; where should she meet you?"
"By the war memorial tomorrow afternoon."
Neji nodded, and they went back to cleaning the dishes in silence.
That night, Hinata was too nervous to sleep; she was too nervous to even touch her body, although it ached for her touch. Instead, she laid awake all night, going through every possible scenario for her meeting with Temari at the war memorial. Eventually, Hinata fell asleep from exhaustion.
*
When she awoke, she went through the same motions she did every morning, although today was not like the others. Today, Hinata would see Temari again.
Although she was almost falling asleep on her feet, Hinata endured her morning workout. When she had finished, she took a long bath and tried not to think about what she would say when she saw Temari at the war memorial. After her bath, Hinata deviated from her routine for a second time in a week; instead of going to the grocery store or tending her garden, she started for the war memorial. As she left the house, she ran into Neji.
"I gave Shikamaru your message this morning and he promised to tell Temari," Neji said, after greeting his cousin.
"Thank you, Neji."
"I forgot to ask, what was it that Temari forgot in the street?"
"Huh?" asked Hinata distractedly.
Neji frowned. "You said that you wanted Temari to meet you at the war memorial so that you could give her something she forget in the street. What is it? I don't see you carrying anything."
"Oh!" cried Hinata, suddenly remembering the flimsy excuse she had given her cousin last night. Hinata didn't know what to tell Neji, so she turned back into the house and ran to her room. "I forgot it in my room," she called after her.
When she reached her room, Hinata searched for something that she could claim was Temari's. At a loss and hearing Neji's footsteps approach, Hinata grabbed a piece of paper and folded it up like a letter. Then she turned toward the door, just as Neji appeared.
"She dropped this letter," lied Hinata.
"You had better go," said Neji in approval. "You don't want to keep Temari waiting."
Hinata hurried past her cousin. As their bodies passed, they brushed against each other slightly, and Hinata thought she could feel Neji stiffen. Hoping he wouldn't call her on her bluff, Hinata left the house and hurried to the war memorial, where she had promised to meet Temari.
Temari was already there when Hinata arrived, panting slightly. She looked relaxed, leaning against a tree and studying the sky. When Hinata approached, her gaze shifted from the sky to Hinata.
"I know I didn't forget anything in the street," stated Temari. "So what do you really want?"
"I-I just..." started Hinata, but she stopped and took a deep breath. She gathered her courage and pressed her body against Temari's, pinning Temari between her and the tree. Then she stood on tiptoe and planted a hasty kiss on Temari's lips. Temari's eyes widened with surprise at Hinata's directness. "Y-yesterday you asked me a question. You asked if I w-wanted you. You left before I could give you the answer."
"Is this-" Temari touched her lips- "your answer?"
Hinata nodded. For a few seconds, the two women stared at each other. Hinata started to worry that Temari was angry, when a smile stretched across Temari's face.
*
Hinata did not think about girls in a sexual sense. Not usually. But as Temari approached her from behind in her motel room that night, Hinata realized that women were sexual, and as Temari pulled Hinata's dress over her head, Hinata realized that she couldn't avoid thinking about them that way any longer. After Temari had removed Hinata's dress and exposed her breasts, she pulled Hinata close to her body, until their bodies fit together, shoulders to shoulders, hips to hips, thighs to thighs. Turning her head, Hinata searched for Temari's warm lips with her mouth slightly open. Instead of meeting her lips, however, Temari greeted her with a teasing tongue.
"Self-restraint often makes the experience much more-" Temari paused and ran her tongue along the edge of Hinata's open, begging mouth- "pleasurable," she finished with a wide smile.
Frustrated by Temari's teasing and propelled by the tightening in the gut, Hinata twisted around and pulled Temari close to her. She kissed Temari, if not more forcefully than before, with a stronger conviction backed by requited tension. Temari pull away from Hinata and threw her head back as she arched her spine. Deprived of Temari's mouth, Hinata turned her attention to the rest of Temari's body. She brushed her lips against her neck, collarbone and down the invisible line between her breasts. She brought a hand to Temari's left breast and felt the sharp curve of her warm flesh. She encircled the nipple with her lips and, without thinking about what or why she was doing it, began sucking on it. As she ran her tongue around the nipple, Temari's hand came to rest on her head. Temari stroked Hinata's head at she sucked on her nipple. She ran her fingers through the fine strands of Hinata's dark hair as Hinata let go of the nipple and moved lower. As Hinata touched Temari between her legs--slowly, tentatively at first, then faster and harder--Temari clenched Hinata's hair in dark clumps. As Temari's breathing grew shallower and sharper, before peaking with one last shudder and half-strangled gasp, she slowly pried her fingers out of Hinata's hair and laid her palm on the other woman's head again.
Even in the darkened motel room, Hinata could see the smile on Temari's face. She stood up and began gathering her clothes, but before she had managed to pull her dress back on, Temari's hand was on her wrist again. She looked at the blonde, surprised, but did not resist as Temari led Hinata back to the motel bed. She allowed herself to be pressed against the bed, allowed for her underwear to be pushed aside, allowed Temari to slip her fingers into the warmth between her legs. As Temari worked her fingers, she moved her body against Hinata's.
Her hand was trapped between their bodies as she ground her hips into Hinata's, and the added pressure against Hinata's abdomen caused her to whimper. Encouraged by the feeble sounds Hinata was making, Temari ground her body against Hinata's harder and longer. Beneath the pressure of Temari's body and the tightening in her abdomen, Hinata couldn't breath. Her lungs started to ache and burn, and just when she started to panic, Temari ground against her one last time and suddenly Hinata was no longer concerned about breathing or pressure or anything. The pleasure was so intense that Hinata forgot about everything, and when she opened her eyes, the pressure was gone and she felt sweaty and hot and lazy.
Temari collapsed next to her and smiled as Hinata stared about her in wonder.
"You don't do this very often." It wasn't a question, but Hinata answered it anyway.
"No."
"But you liked it."
Hinata threw a hand over her face in response, but she couldn't hide the small smile stretching across her face and turning into a grin.
They laid on the bed together in silence; they weren't holding hands, but the backs of their hands were touching. A few minutes passed, or maybe half an hour, when suddenly Hinata sat up and started scrambling to get her clothes.
"Where are you going?" asked Temari, propping herself up on an elbow.
"I have to get home!" cried Hinata. "I have to make dinner for my family."
"Why?"
"I-I always make dinner for them. They expect it," explained Hinata. It didn't sound lame in her head, but once she said it, she started to wonder why she made dinner for her family every night. She knew Hanabi could cook. Their father had made them both learn, when they had been younger.
"Then you better hurry home," said Temari. She laid back in bed, and tried to look bored, but Hinata had years of experience living with her sister and she could tell when someone was jealous.
After she had pulled the dress over her head and smooth the wrinkles out, Hinata crawled onto the bed and kissed Temari on the lips. "Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow?" she asked.
Temari looked up at Hinata, surprised. "Really?"
Hinata nodded.
"Where?"
After they set a place and time, and said goodbye, Hinata disappeared out of the motel door and hurried home.
It was growing dark quickly and she was much colder than she expected it to be. As she thought of Temari's jealousy over her having to look after her family, a smile crept onto her face. It was nice in a way, thought Hinata. Being wanted so badly that she would be missed when she was away... it wasn't something she was used to, but it made her feel important--loved, even. As the cold wind blew across her face, Hinata barely felt it, for she was loved, and that thought warmed her more than any coat or hat could.
Pairings: Temari/Hinata
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
Hinata did not think about girls in a sexual sense. Not usually. It wasn't because she was a prude or not attracted to them; it simply did not occur to her. Thinking about guys sexually hadn't occurred to her until Ino had asked if she ever thought about what doing it with Naruto would be like, to which Hinata had blushed and stammered "n-no." So when she was standing in line at the grocery store and she accidently overheard the two men in front of her talking about the sexy blonde diplomat who was all legs and tits, she didn't realize who they meant.
It wasn't until later that evening, when Hinata was stirring the soup she was fixing for her family that she realized who the men had been referring to. The thought jolted her and caused a soft blush to rise on her cheeks. Thinking about what the men had called Temari made Hinata feel warm, but she told herself it was the heat from the stove and focused on preparing dinner.
Two days later, Hinata woke up in the middle of the night feeling funny. She was soaked in sweat and there was an unusual tingling sensation between her legs. What remained of her dream was slipping between her fingers quicker than water cupped in her hands and the harder she fought to remember, the quicker the fragments faded, until she could no longer tell who or what her dream had been about. Left with no alternative, Hinata laid in the dark of her room and stared at the ceiling until the feeling between her legs went away and she fell asleep again.
Later that week, Hinata woke up once more to find that sensation between her legs again, but after the second dream, a third did not follow. For five weeks, Hinata slept undisturbed. She woke up early in the morning and trained intensely until late afternoon. She would shop or tend to her small garden in early evening before taking a bath and fixing the evening meal for her father, sister and Neji, when he wasn't away on a mission.
One afternoon, instead of stopping at the grocery store or tending her garden, Hinata visited Naruto at his apartment. Naruto was rarely home anymore. For the last few months he had worked hard completing every mission the Hokage assigned him, and he always came back for another. Whenever he had time off, he spent it looking for the next clue to finding Sasuke and he rarely made time for a social life. So when Neji had told her that Naruto was home for a few days while they had been eating dinner last night, Hinata wanted to do something for him.
Hinata fondly remembered how, when she had been discouraged, he had been there cheering her on. That was why she wanted to help him out now; when he was discouraged. She wanted to be there cheering him on, like he had cheered her on.
Unsure of what she could do for him, Hinata did what she did best: she fixed a simple dinner for Naruto. Neji had told her that Naruto had just gotten back from a two-week-long mission and Hinata figured that he would probably be exhausted and his kitchen would undoubtedly be poorly stocked after such an absence.
When she arrived at Naruto's apartment and knocked, she received no answer. Slightly discourage, Hinata decided to leave the food on his doormat with a note before heading home. She was walking with her head down and watching her feet, when she accidently bumped into someone else.
Hinata stuttered an apology and tried to hurry around the person she had bumped into. Before she could get away, however, a hand grabbed her wrist and Hinata turned her head to see who had grabbed her wrist. To her surprise, she found herself looking at Temari. As Temari recognized who she had run into, she smiled.
As the surprise wore off, Hinata remembered the conversation she had overheard nearly six weeks early in the grocery store. She stared into Temari's dark eyes helplessly as the phrases "sexy blond" and "all legs and tits" surfaced in her mind. Feeling those eyes bore into her, Hinata's face grew hot and she suddenly felt funny, not unlike the times that she had awoken in the middle of the night. Only, this time, she couldn't just lie there in the dark until the feeling went away; this time, the source of the tingling between her legs was not limited to the quickly disappearing remnants of a dream, but in front of her, on a daylit street, with her hand around her wrist.
Flustered and still stammering, Hinata apologized again. "I-I'm sorry. I-I should have been looking to where I was g-going."
To her surprise, Temari wasn't mad. In fact, she was friendly. Very friendly. "Ah," said Temari. "It's Hyuuga, isn't it?"
"Hinata."
"Of course," said Temari. "Either way, I'm just glad that if I had to run into someone, it was a cutie like you." She winked.
Hinata's blush deepened.
"Does it bother you?" asked Temari suddenly. When Hinata looked confused, Temari clarified. "That I called you cute."
"I-I guess not," stuttered Hinata, blushing a little harder.
Smiling wider at Hinata's shyness, Temari leaned into Hinata until their lips were centimeters apart. "Do you want me?"
Hinata almost fainted.
"Well," said Temari straightening up and pretending like nothing had happened, "It's been nice talking to you, Hinata. I'll see you around."
And with that, she turned the corner and disappeared, leaving Hinata standing in the middle of the street and staring helplessly after her.
*
Six weeks ago, Hinata had not thought about girls in a sexual sense. That evening, after she had finished cleaning up from dinner and bid her father and sister goodnight, Hinata changed into her pajamas and laid down on her bed. The moment she closed her eyes, the images came to her unbidden.:
Temari in the street that afternoon. Temari's blond hair and its seamless transition into her smooth skin. Temari's skin disappearing beneath her clothing, and what lay beneath that thin layer of fabric.
All legs and tits.
The words rebounded against the walls of Hinata's mind, driving her crazy. As she imagined running her fingers over that endless smooth skin, Hinata's hand slid beneath the cord tying her pants around her waist, and slipped inside her underwear. She drew her fingers over her tensed skin experimentally. Her fingers traced the gentle swell of her skin, dipping into the warmth between her legs and becoming slick. She pressed harder and breathed in sharply as her body tightened and the warmth ran through her abdomen. Her breathing quickened with her fingers. As she neared the pivotal moment, she raised her hips off the ground, pressing against her hand. She stopped breathing and in that instant, she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Her mouth was slightly unhinged and from between her dry lips a hitched breath, like an interrupted hiccup, escaped. Her body crumpled to the sleeping mat, a tangle of twisted clothing and fulfillment.
*
The next day, when Hinata visited the store in the early evening, she bought something special for dinner, for she knew Neji would be visiting her father that evening. While she prepared it, she let her thoughts wander to Temari and how warm her hand had been against her wrist; how teasing her eyes had been as Temari had said the things that she had to Hinata; how she had smiled as she left Hinata, standing confused in her wake. By the time she served dinner, Hinata was determined to pull Neji aside after they ate and ask him to deliver a message for her.
Throughout dinner, the Hyuuga family ate quietly. Occasionally, her father would ask Neji or her sister something, but mercifully, he asked nothing of Hinata that night. After they had finished and their dishes rested before them untouched, Hinata began clearing the table. As was customary after eating with his uncle, Neji offered to help Hinata with the dishes. This time, Hinata accepted his offer gratefully, for she knew that it may be their only moment to talk.
After they had removed the dishes from the table and carried them back to the kitchen, Hinata turned to Neji. Once, she would have stuttered as she asked her cousin for a favor, but not anymore. Not now.
"Neji? I know you see Shikamaru more often than I do, and there's something I need you to ask him."
"What is it?" asked Neji, slightly surprised that his cousin was being so direct about something she desired. It was not that he disproved of her asking a favor of him. It was just that Hinata was not the type to put anyone out unnecessarily.
"I know he spends a lot of time with Temari. They're both diplomats. I wanted you to ask Shikamaru if he could tell Temari that-" Hinata searched for a plausible excuse "-she dropped something of hers in the street the other day, and I picked it up for her."
"Why don't I just give it to Shikamaru to give to her, then?" asked Neji.
"I can't!" blurted out Hinata. She covered her mouth with a hand and blushed. "Sorry," she told her cousin after removing her hand. "It's just, I wanted to give it to her myself."
"Fine," said Neji, accepting his cousin's answer. "I'll relay the message; where should she meet you?"
"By the war memorial tomorrow afternoon."
Neji nodded, and they went back to cleaning the dishes in silence.
That night, Hinata was too nervous to sleep; she was too nervous to even touch her body, although it ached for her touch. Instead, she laid awake all night, going through every possible scenario for her meeting with Temari at the war memorial. Eventually, Hinata fell asleep from exhaustion.
*
When she awoke, she went through the same motions she did every morning, although today was not like the others. Today, Hinata would see Temari again.
Although she was almost falling asleep on her feet, Hinata endured her morning workout. When she had finished, she took a long bath and tried not to think about what she would say when she saw Temari at the war memorial. After her bath, Hinata deviated from her routine for a second time in a week; instead of going to the grocery store or tending her garden, she started for the war memorial. As she left the house, she ran into Neji.
"I gave Shikamaru your message this morning and he promised to tell Temari," Neji said, after greeting his cousin.
"Thank you, Neji."
"I forgot to ask, what was it that Temari forgot in the street?"
"Huh?" asked Hinata distractedly.
Neji frowned. "You said that you wanted Temari to meet you at the war memorial so that you could give her something she forget in the street. What is it? I don't see you carrying anything."
"Oh!" cried Hinata, suddenly remembering the flimsy excuse she had given her cousin last night. Hinata didn't know what to tell Neji, so she turned back into the house and ran to her room. "I forgot it in my room," she called after her.
When she reached her room, Hinata searched for something that she could claim was Temari's. At a loss and hearing Neji's footsteps approach, Hinata grabbed a piece of paper and folded it up like a letter. Then she turned toward the door, just as Neji appeared.
"She dropped this letter," lied Hinata.
"You had better go," said Neji in approval. "You don't want to keep Temari waiting."
Hinata hurried past her cousin. As their bodies passed, they brushed against each other slightly, and Hinata thought she could feel Neji stiffen. Hoping he wouldn't call her on her bluff, Hinata left the house and hurried to the war memorial, where she had promised to meet Temari.
Temari was already there when Hinata arrived, panting slightly. She looked relaxed, leaning against a tree and studying the sky. When Hinata approached, her gaze shifted from the sky to Hinata.
"I know I didn't forget anything in the street," stated Temari. "So what do you really want?"
"I-I just..." started Hinata, but she stopped and took a deep breath. She gathered her courage and pressed her body against Temari's, pinning Temari between her and the tree. Then she stood on tiptoe and planted a hasty kiss on Temari's lips. Temari's eyes widened with surprise at Hinata's directness. "Y-yesterday you asked me a question. You asked if I w-wanted you. You left before I could give you the answer."
"Is this-" Temari touched her lips- "your answer?"
Hinata nodded. For a few seconds, the two women stared at each other. Hinata started to worry that Temari was angry, when a smile stretched across Temari's face.
*
Hinata did not think about girls in a sexual sense. Not usually. But as Temari approached her from behind in her motel room that night, Hinata realized that women were sexual, and as Temari pulled Hinata's dress over her head, Hinata realized that she couldn't avoid thinking about them that way any longer. After Temari had removed Hinata's dress and exposed her breasts, she pulled Hinata close to her body, until their bodies fit together, shoulders to shoulders, hips to hips, thighs to thighs. Turning her head, Hinata searched for Temari's warm lips with her mouth slightly open. Instead of meeting her lips, however, Temari greeted her with a teasing tongue.
"Self-restraint often makes the experience much more-" Temari paused and ran her tongue along the edge of Hinata's open, begging mouth- "pleasurable," she finished with a wide smile.
Frustrated by Temari's teasing and propelled by the tightening in the gut, Hinata twisted around and pulled Temari close to her. She kissed Temari, if not more forcefully than before, with a stronger conviction backed by requited tension. Temari pull away from Hinata and threw her head back as she arched her spine. Deprived of Temari's mouth, Hinata turned her attention to the rest of Temari's body. She brushed her lips against her neck, collarbone and down the invisible line between her breasts. She brought a hand to Temari's left breast and felt the sharp curve of her warm flesh. She encircled the nipple with her lips and, without thinking about what or why she was doing it, began sucking on it. As she ran her tongue around the nipple, Temari's hand came to rest on her head. Temari stroked Hinata's head at she sucked on her nipple. She ran her fingers through the fine strands of Hinata's dark hair as Hinata let go of the nipple and moved lower. As Hinata touched Temari between her legs--slowly, tentatively at first, then faster and harder--Temari clenched Hinata's hair in dark clumps. As Temari's breathing grew shallower and sharper, before peaking with one last shudder and half-strangled gasp, she slowly pried her fingers out of Hinata's hair and laid her palm on the other woman's head again.
Even in the darkened motel room, Hinata could see the smile on Temari's face. She stood up and began gathering her clothes, but before she had managed to pull her dress back on, Temari's hand was on her wrist again. She looked at the blonde, surprised, but did not resist as Temari led Hinata back to the motel bed. She allowed herself to be pressed against the bed, allowed for her underwear to be pushed aside, allowed Temari to slip her fingers into the warmth between her legs. As Temari worked her fingers, she moved her body against Hinata's.
Her hand was trapped between their bodies as she ground her hips into Hinata's, and the added pressure against Hinata's abdomen caused her to whimper. Encouraged by the feeble sounds Hinata was making, Temari ground her body against Hinata's harder and longer. Beneath the pressure of Temari's body and the tightening in her abdomen, Hinata couldn't breath. Her lungs started to ache and burn, and just when she started to panic, Temari ground against her one last time and suddenly Hinata was no longer concerned about breathing or pressure or anything. The pleasure was so intense that Hinata forgot about everything, and when she opened her eyes, the pressure was gone and she felt sweaty and hot and lazy.
Temari collapsed next to her and smiled as Hinata stared about her in wonder.
"You don't do this very often." It wasn't a question, but Hinata answered it anyway.
"No."
"But you liked it."
Hinata threw a hand over her face in response, but she couldn't hide the small smile stretching across her face and turning into a grin.
They laid on the bed together in silence; they weren't holding hands, but the backs of their hands were touching. A few minutes passed, or maybe half an hour, when suddenly Hinata sat up and started scrambling to get her clothes.
"Where are you going?" asked Temari, propping herself up on an elbow.
"I have to get home!" cried Hinata. "I have to make dinner for my family."
"Why?"
"I-I always make dinner for them. They expect it," explained Hinata. It didn't sound lame in her head, but once she said it, she started to wonder why she made dinner for her family every night. She knew Hanabi could cook. Their father had made them both learn, when they had been younger.
"Then you better hurry home," said Temari. She laid back in bed, and tried to look bored, but Hinata had years of experience living with her sister and she could tell when someone was jealous.
After she had pulled the dress over her head and smooth the wrinkles out, Hinata crawled onto the bed and kissed Temari on the lips. "Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow?" she asked.
Temari looked up at Hinata, surprised. "Really?"
Hinata nodded.
"Where?"
After they set a place and time, and said goodbye, Hinata disappeared out of the motel door and hurried home.
It was growing dark quickly and she was much colder than she expected it to be. As she thought of Temari's jealousy over her having to look after her family, a smile crept onto her face. It was nice in a way, thought Hinata. Being wanted so badly that she would be missed when she was away... it wasn't something she was used to, but it made her feel important--loved, even. As the cold wind blew across her face, Hinata barely felt it, for she was loved, and that thought warmed her more than any coat or hat could.