Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Twice Shy - Story Completion ❯ Unraveling ( Chapter 13 )

Twice Shy
By eternalshiva

DameWren has given permission to anyone that wants to continue her wonderful fic Two Halves which I intend to do. I greatly appreciate any feedback / comments.

AN – LEMON ALERT. I can’t stress this enough. Ctrl+F after you see B B B and type [end] to skip the lemon if you want, chapter will be real short for you guys ;p. Finally, hurray? This is where I find out if I make new fans or lose the loyal ones :3 I’ve been stressing out about this chapter but now that it’s over with, I feel ok! Sorry for taking so long, I was tapped out on Twice Shy, feeling oppressed on my normal writing personality so I wrote two chapters of a Naruto AU I’m seriously enjoying called “A small crack in perfection”, no I don’t have a beta with it, I’m actively looking. No, don’t worry. This won’t turn into a smutty story. Sex is just a part of relationship development; I still have a story, I promise there won’t be smut every chapter, good god I’d have a mental breakdown.

Thank you Hinata’s Husband for the beta, I appreciate all the hard work you do.

Disclaimer –
I do not make any monies off this fanfic. Naruto is copyright of Masashi Kishimoto. Sora, Yasu, Miki, Nori, Dango, Kaze Clan, and Shivani are all copyright of DameWren.

Chapter 13
Unraveling

The night had been long and uncomfortable for Sasuke, he could barely repress the shots of pain throbbing through his broken leg. He glanced over at Sora, who had squeezed his hip harder in reflex while leaping from branch to branch. He couldn’t make out her expression. She was harder to read than he was. She was keeping a close check on her emotion for some reason, and he was beginning to let his curiosity get the best of him. It wasn’t often he met someone who met his level of stubborn anti-socialism.

It had been several hours since the last echoes of explosions and burning wood were heard by the small group of refugees. Sora was outraged – heart-broken that filth was thumbing through the legacy left by her master, Nanashi. She didn’t know what Itachi wanted with her, or how he’d managed to find their hidden village. She’d been very careful to always have their shield up at all times since it was vital for their survival and existence.

“Damn it.” She pushed off again, Sasuke glanced at her again, unsure of why she suddenly swore.

“Where are we going?” he asked carefully, there had been no indication of enemy in several hours and he’d grown bored of the silence. Sora gave no indication she intended to answer him so he shrugged, returning his attention to the dull throb of his leg.

“We’re heading to Konoha.” Her voice was barely audible.

“Is there a reason why we’re not fighting the intruder?” Sasuke asked her passively, which reminded her of another certain grey haired ninja. She didn’t answer him. It wasn’t her intention to ignore him, she just wasn’t sure how to answer. Sasuke was a sharigan user much like this Akatsuki member. There was a strong chance that he would know who it was and since Naruto never really delved into his relationship with his team, she knew this much: this dark-haired boy had murderous intentions toward his own clan. She’d heard that much from her hyperactive charge.

“Yasu, who’s attacking the village?” Sasuke yelled over his shoulder. Sora nearly dropped him; he’d gone around the pecking order and shocked her.

“He’s an Akatsuki member, a sha-“

“Yasu.” Sora cut her off, a dangerous tone laced the words and Yasu clamped her mouth shut, offended. She pulled Miki closer to her and pushed off again to move further ahead, leaving the two behind her.

“A sha- what?” Sasuke asked deadpan, staring at Sora. She could feel the dark onyx eyes boring a hole on the left side of her head. She tried to ignore him but she’d never met Naruto’s rival. He could see her jaw clenching in indecision, he narrowed his eyes and didn’t break the intentional stare away, she would crumble eventually since he’d categorised her as such. He was never wrong.

“A sha- what?” he asked again. He wasn’t a man of patience but he was more than willing to exercise it today. “Don’t make me ask Yasu again, she seems more than willing to tell me what I want to know.” He added, his tone sounding laxed, hinting that he had all day to do this. This annoyed her.

“He’s after Naruto.” She replied, shooting him a glare before heavily landing on another tree branch, this time allowing his weight to fully land on its own. The pain shot up through his foot and numbed part of his brain, setting his head reeling from the unexpected shock. She smirked. She didn’t like surprises and this boy was managing to get under her skin far too easily. Sasuke quickly recovered before they pushed off again.

“The Akatsuki are still after him?” he managed to speak without allowing the pain to surface in his tone. Sora narrowed her eyes and carefully moved his weight back onto her own, her small act of rebellion done quite masterfully.

“What do you mean, 'still after him'? You knew?”

Sasuke nodded and held in a groan as the weight shifted back to her again. She’d been unusually catty for a stupid question.

“Yes.” He was well aware of the dire situation with his friend. “I’ve been assigned special missions related to them.” Sora blinked. This gimp was good enough on his own to be sent out and actively seek out Akatsuki members?

“What assignments?”

He could sense that she wasn’t going to drop the subject and considering his assignment was destroying her village, he figured she was due for a little bit of information.

“I am in charge of tracking down a specific man, my brother. Also, I track down Akatsuki movements when new camps are rumoured around Konoha.” He didn’t feel the need to add more than that. He didn’t notice Sora’s expression darken.

“Your brother?”

“Yes.” he was getting rather annoyed, she was being allusive. He didn’t like allusive.

“Why did he join Akatsuki?”

Sasuke blinked. If that wasn’t an ambiguous question, he didn’t know what was.

“That’s a pretty broad question.” He drawled out slowly. Sora glanced at him and he noticed the corners of her mouth quirk upwards. He felt her shrug and he had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

“He’s an evil bastard.” He started to speak and for some odd reason, things kept falling out and he wondered if he was under a genjutsu.

“He murdered our entire clan in one night and kept me alive for the sole-purpose to hunt him down, and kill him.” Sora was a bit shocked at the revelation. The entire clan? Alone?

“How many were in your clan?” She prayed there were no more than ten people at most.

“We had enough to fill a whole district in Konoha, we weren’t small by any means.” he deadpanned. She stumbled.

“In one night?” she shouted. He was startled by her outburst of emotion. He nodded, raising an eyebrow.

“He was thirteen at the time.”

“THIRTEEN?” she shouted again. Yasu looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes.

“Shut up! You’re going to draw attention to us.” she said coldly to the two behind her. Sora glared at her friend and tried to get her surprise under control, Miki shifted in her mother’s arms and whined a little, Yasu shushed her and shifted her husband’s ashes safely strapped on her back. Her attention focused forward again, she continued to ignore them.

With this new tidbit of information, she decided that the best option was not to let him know that his brother was in the middle of destroying her home. She had the feeling the boy would turn back and limp into battle with the other sharingan user no matter the disadvantage at which he'd quickly find himself.

She ground her teeth and leaped off another branch, pulling the boy’s weight along. He didn’t say anything more and she was grateful. The sun was beginning to settle over their heads, indicating it was close to lunch time. She shook her head and wondered what Naruto was up to, her thoughts swirled and she picked up the pace again. She had to report this to Tsunade as soon as she could: Akatsuki was definitely on the move and was too close for comfort.

“Let’s pick it up. Konoha is several days away, even at this pace.”

This time, she heard Sasuke groan.

* * *

Choosing two more members was harder than anticipated. Naruto squinted his eyes shut and let out a heavy sigh. He was torn between inviting Team Eight or Sakura and another. He was feeling pretty guilty since so far he’d entirely ignored Hinata’s feelings on her own team breaking up.

“I’m really dumb, I’m sorry I didn’t consider how you felt about the whole thing.” he muttered out, feeling a little dejected. Hinata smiled, appreciating his clumsy attempt at an apology. She was sad to see her team break up as well but the positives far outweighed the negatives.

“Apology accepted.” She pulled him down and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek which in turn forced a small flush to appear on the boy’s face.

“The question is still, who do we take? This is just an escort mission.” Naruto focused on the problem at hand, guiding Hinata to a bench near the Hokage tower and sat down, enjoying the cooling wind. He tucked a loose piece of Hinata’s hair behind her ear as the wind whipped it about. It had escaped the death grip of her bun, blue hair sticks locking its brothers and sisters in a violent twist. She didn’t seem to notice the gesture but he smiled, feeling quite content in his little bubble.

They’d been rudely thrown out of the office after Tsunade had received an urgent message from one of the teams out in the field. She had been quite adamant about them hanging around until she had things cleared up. Ino and Chouji had been called back into the office several minutes later to Naruto’s confusion. Hinata was suspecting it had something to do with the mission Shikamaru had been assigned to several weeks earlier with Asuma. By the look of Tsunade’s body language, Hinata had a bad premonition about the results of the mission.

“Well, let’s ask Kiba and Shino, see if they’d be willing to escort with us.” he suggested. She gave him a contemplative look. She knew Shino wouldn’t be able to come this time of year. His colonies were in full mating season but Naruto seemed determined to make up for his insensitivity so she let him wave down her ex-teammates. They were just exiting the Hokage Tower, deeply into a one-sided conversation. Frankly, Kiba seemed completely oblivious to the fact that Shino never responded to him in full sentences.

“Oi, Kiba, Shino!”

The glint of Shino’s glasses reflected against the sun in an ominous way that made Naruto pause a moment in his frantic wave. He couldn’t clearly recall what had happened the previous night but he remembered a few flashes here and he wasn’t entirely sure who had won the drinking contest. He knew it wasn’t Kiba, he just wasn't sure who had earned the bragging rights for drinking the other under the table.

“You two want to come with us on a mission?” He looked at his two friends. Kiba grinned and nodded. He wanted to do this with Hinata for sure.

“Count me in, I wouldn’t mind the distraction. With Kurenai pregnant, we’re not on any active missions.” Naruto grinned and looked over expectantly at Shino who merely adjust his glasses and stuffed his hands down his pockets.

“The offer is tempting but I will have to decline.”

Naruto slumped in disappointment, while Hinata only smiled in understanding.

“Why not?”

“My colonies are in their mating cycle. My clan takes this time to infuse them at birth with chakra techniques and resistance experimentations.”

Naruto frowned and before anyone could react, words tumbled out of his mouth with a contradicting look of utmost seriousness.

“So you’re turning down this mission to watch your bugs screw for a week? Did I get that right?” Although he didn’t understand the logic between staying behind and missing out on some mission action, he figured it was an Aburame clan thing.
Hinata gasped in shock, Kiba blinked and Shino only stood there silently. Naruto scratched at his right cheek, feeling the bumps from the scars absentmindedly while waiting for his answer. He was entirely oblivious.

“Yes.” Shino calmly answered. Naruto nodded in response, not realising he’d rendered his girlfriend speechless. She was scandalised and had started to berate Naruto for his rudeness but he had no idea what the problem was. Kiba was nearly asphyxiated in laughter once the shock from what his blond friend had so bluntly said wore off. He’d always thought himself to be quite direct but the things Naruto got away with were far more interesting.

“What?” was all he managed to say in confusion before their playful banter was interrupted by Tsunade and Sakura. The four shinobi settled down momentarily before Kiba let out a snort, Naruto shook his head.

“Have you decided who you will take?” Tsunade didn’t bother to wait for the usual greeting, seeming highly irritated.

“We have one left to choose.” Hinata offered.

“Ino and Chouji will have to be disregarded. They’ve been assigned a different mission and have already left.” Naruto frowned at the lack of choices. That only left Neji, Tenten, Lee or Sakura. Neji was out of the question, as new regent he had too much on his plate to leave the village, especially with both representatives of the clan on one mission. Even Naruto wasn’t so oblivious as to not know that would be unacceptable in anyone’s books.

He wouldn’t mind Tenten, she was pretty quiet but her unusual obsession with weapons made him a little nervous. She had a strange sense of humour and he wasn’t entirely prepared to stay in such close proximity for that period of time. Lee, he’d love to take Lee! Hinata noticed his obvious train of thought and she groaned. She knew exactly the ninja about whom he was thinking. Naruto’s eyes glinted with excitement. This would be a great opportunity for them to continue their taijutsu formations and Gaara could use some hand to hand combat experience, the Kazekage relied too much on that sand auto-defence ability. It would backfire on him someday, Naruto could feel it.

“What about...”

“No.” Hinata gave him a flat deadpan response. As much as she loved Naruto, she would not put herself through the torture of having both Lee and him together for such a long time. Her sanity would be at risk. Lee wasn’t bad alone, but once he was combined with Naruto, it was a complete nightmare. They fed off each other’s auras and were constantly pumping each other up with rambles of youth. He’d corrupt Naruto.

“But...” he tried to continue but there was a certain gleam in her eyes that made him second-guess his attempt at arguing. It screamed for him to dare and try to convince her but he knew it would fail miserably. ‘Women.’ he sighed, exasperated.

“That only leaves Sakura.” He looked away from his determined girlfriend to his best-friend and she smiled.

“I have students to train, Naruto. I’m not sure if I can be excused for a week.” She explained. Hinata had the sinking feeling they were going to have to bring Lee.

“Since the desert is a land of, well, desert-type enemies who specialise in poison, I think I can excuse you, Sakura, for the mission. It would be best for you to train Hinata on Naruto’s specific needs anyways.” Tsunade interjected. Sakura nodded, appreciating the permission and she could feel a small pang of excitement at a chance to be on a mission with her friends again. She wanted to show how much she had grown over the last three years.

“Gaara will be waiting for you at the North Gate when you are ready to go. I wish you good luck and your safe return.” Tsunade bowed slightly to her chuunin in respect. They returned the same movement, understanding that there was always the chance of not returning home, that your name could be added to the stone.

“Thank you, Tsunade-sama.” The four shinobi said in unison before taking off toward their respective homes to pack.

B B B

Hinata pursed her lips in thought. The boxes were still haphazardly piled around the apartment and she had failed to mention to the servants to mark them in a more specific fashion than “clothes”. She had been a bit frazzled when she packed and moved off the estate and now, she’d invaded Naruto’s space quite forcibly and without his consent. Her face had taken on a pink tint that caught Naruto’s attention. Obviously it was something about him, her tint was a tell-tale sign but he wasn’t quite sure what she was blushing about. He wasn’t even holding her hand, kissing her or saying suggestive things about her cuteness.

“Why are you blushing?” curiosity was getting the best of him. Her eyes widened in surprise and her tint deepened. It took everything in him not to laugh.

“I was just thinking about how I forced my way in here. I’ve yet to find a place for us and now we’re leaving for a long time.” She sighed. Naruto held his grin in check, she worried about the silliest things.

“You didn’t force your way in here. I’m happy you moved in. Although a bigger place would be nice so you could put your things with mine.” He grinned, pulling her close to him for a kiss. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him, losing herself in the sensation of his warm, chapped lips. She barely noticed when he slipped his hands under her shirt and slid them up and down her back. His senses reeled on her soft sigh. She broke the kiss to his disappointment and giggled.

“We have to pack, Naruto.” She said shyly as he grinned. “And we have to get your vest before we leave.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see it.” He whispered as he leaned towards her again, his lips softly brushing hers. She unconsciously licked her lips, letting him know she was thinking about his suggestion and he brushed them again, he almost had her convinced to forget about packing. Just a little more...

“Packing...” he heard her mutter out, her eyes glazed over with a certain emotion he’d yet to name.

“Yeah, packing.” He whispered before his lips touched hers again, his hands squeezed the flesh of her back and she sucked in her breath, her fingers grabbed his upper arm and clung to it. He was clouding her thinking again and it continued to tumble into a complete system shutdown as she felt his mouth move on hers. She opened her own willingly and let him conquer the last bit of rational thinking she held on to and it flew out the window. The kiss deepened, his tongue glided expertly inside her mouth – having explored it countless times over the years – his fingers climbed her back making her shiver lightly at the feel of them dancing on her warming flesh.

Her brow knitted together when his fingers reached the back of her binds pressing her breasts down, she felt a finger hook under one layer that was loose and he tugged on it, testing its resistance. She was about to object but his kiss changed, deepened and his moan heated her ears when she shifted and pressed against a more intimate part of his body. The sudden sound that purred out of his throat heated her thoughts, her objection forgotten. She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck, she tried to relay all the want that had built inside of her over several years as their tongues began an old ritual of dominance, enticing a chase Naruto couldn’t refuse.

Her nose flared, breathing him in as she tried to keep herself from breaking away. He freed one hand and pulled out her hair stick haphazardly while stepping forward in an attempt to get closer to her but she took a step back in response, allowing his leg to slip between her legs. She felt her back hit something solid and she let out a small cry of surprise when his full body pressed against hers. She felt hot, her small frame sucking in the heat from his own body. Breathless, she pulled at his old orange and black jacket without thought. He shook his shoulder free of the entangling material, her small barely confident hands helping. She didn’t really get the chance to think about what was happening when he continued to assault her mouth with searing kisses that numbed her logic.

The jacket fell to the ground soundlessly as the heat from his skin was making her dizzy. His lips tattooed unspoken promises down her chin, his tongue slipped out tasting the skin and she groaned in response. It felt too hot and the cooling contrast was confusing her senses. Her fingers tangled in his hair, her breath hitched like a hiccup when he bit her jaw line. She hissed and fought the urge to moan as he lavished her neck with nibbles and licked without shame. She was starting to feel her skin flush; her face felt overheated and when his teeth scrapped down her collarbone, she squirmed causing her heating sex to accidentally grind against his thigh. The most delicious sensation tickled her between the legs. She bit her lip and moved again against him enticing a moan from him, distracting him from his just desert.

He pressed his forehead against her shoulder and struggled with something, there was still time to step back and cool off but she grounded him again and moaned, he could feel her heat against his thigh, teasing him, and he lost his train of thought. His mouth crashed down against hers and she drank him in willingly with a fierce passion he’d only seen in battle. His finger untangled themselves from the binds behind her back and released his tightened grip. He unzipped her jacket while she untangled her own fingers from his golden locks, pulling upwards at his black mesh shirt.

The kiss broke a moment, his heated gaze met with hers and silently questioned if they should go further. She blushed, suddenly shy, but her own gaze had the same heated expression. His eyes darkened to a deep blue, the pupils dilated, and she felt a jolt of electricity run down her spine. For the first time she was privy to his open expression of lust for her, his deep want and she felt empowered. One last question was silently asked between them and she nodded, her fingers touched the small carved lines on his face to re-enforce her decision. She’d discovered a few years ago that they were very sensitive and she’d always wondered what he’d do if she touched them while he was in the throes of passion. Oh, she’d fantasized about his reaction but it was an entirely different situation to act on that fantasy and touch them while in this position.

He growled, suppressing the urge to bite the nearest piece of flesh. Her small fingers were like fire on his skin and his cheek twitched under her touch. Her gaze moved from his scars to his eyes and he noticed a small hint of pride there, as though she’d been correct about something. He made a mental note to ask what the look meant later, once he was through satisfying their need. Their lips met again with renewed force, her fingers dug deeply into his bare shoulders and he pushed his hips against her again, his thigh shamelessly pressing against her center.

She moaned in his mouth, his mind was starting to feel laden with a haze that muddled logic. He reached down into his pants' cargo knee pocket and slipped out a kunai, she heard a ripping sound but she ignored it at first. It took a few moments for her to register what the cool feel of metal gliding down her back was. She sucked in a breath with surprise and tried to give Naruto a piece of her mind for destroying her binds and shirt but her mouth was full. Her thought derailed as his calloused hands made their way to her fully exposed breasts. She wanted to feel embarrassed, she wanted to shy away but the groan he let out as he played with her soft nipples fed her female ego and her embarrassment slowly changed to pride as he mumbled out how beautiful she was.

It wasn’t the first time Naruto had laid his eyes on her naked breasts, he’d touch them quite often thanks to her encouragement but she still felt rather insecure, his lips left her mouth and as though on cue with her thinking, he looked in her eyes, his face flushed lightly and he licked his lips as a soft unspoken request. She was tempted to look away, the shyness returning full force, but he leaned close and whispered soft nothings in her ear, her worries melted into the comforting hum of his voice, smiling before he nipped her lips in thanks. His head moved down to swallow a wayward nipple. She sucked in a breath as his teeth nipped and his tongue lapped greedily at the hardening nub. She moaned his name as he moved to the other, leaving the first one blushing red from the attention. Soon, she was pulling his hair, her lips needing to feel his and he obliged with one last loud suck of her breast.
Their kissing escalated, soft pants were escaping from the two and he pressed hard against her, the tower of boxes behind them tilted, she sensed the motion on her back and she tried to warn him but his fingers had slipped down to the edge of her pants and had found their way down her backside. All thoughts of impending danger fluttered away as she moaned when he squeezed one cheek. His ears were buzzing with the rush of his own heartbeat. It was going fast and he failed to hear her small cry to bring his attention to the swaying objects. They started to tip over, their feet shuffled unsteadily as their weight aided the boxeslean dangerously.

He was confused at first but the loud crash snapped him out of his reverie. They dropped to the ground and he barely had the time to shield them from the spilling square objects. Luckily it was just a large amount of clothes that spilled out of their mouths and onto the ground. He waited for the sound of dropping boxes to stop before looking up again and met Hinata’s eyes. They looked amused as she rested on top of his chest, he had managed to twist under her in their fall and absorbed most of their impact. Even after the small interruption, she noticed that his eyes were still filled with want. She blushed as she felt her breast lean hard against his chiselled chest and was suddenly very aware of where their impromptu make out session was taking them. She felt a ball of anxiety form inside her belly and second thoughts started to imbed themselves in her mind.

“Oops.” He broke her train of thought with his silly grin, his fingers dancing on her back and she laughed, her sudden anxiety dispersed with it. He grinned and rolled her over onto the piled clothing, her hair spilled under her small frame, her breasts sank down and without thinking she covered herself with the palm of her hands, looking away. His thigh rested between her legs, he half leaned against her, resting on an elbow. He watched her blush deepen, followed the trail it left to the top of the mounds of flesh he’d grown quite found of over the years.

“Stop looking.” She felt very exposed and slightly shamed that he eyed every nick, scar, and fault on her skin. “No.” he whispered. The loving scrutiny made her skin burn. He didn’t see the flaws she saw, he only read a map of her being, each scar a trophy in her quest to better herself, each mark a memory of a battle they’d won. This was the showcase of her affection, her love for those she protected. As though to prove a point he grabbed one dainty wrist with his hand, a slow lazy smile crossed his lips but she missed it, her gaze still averted. She was feeling embarrassed that he bluntly wanted to stare at her. He shifted his position and pushed her legs apart with his other knee, forcing her to split open and suddenly she was in a very submissive position. His long and lean body hovered over her and under normal circumstances she would have found this very arousing but she was a nervous wreck right then and the lewd position escaped its meaning. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt his lips kiss the inside of her wrist before he pulled her hand up above her head. This surprised her, forcing her to look at him.

His eyes almost flashed molten with intensity as his face neared the scar on her shoulder. She tried to wiggle it free but he only tightened his grip and for a split second she was flooded with a jolt of heat in the pit of her stomach. She was discovering that she enjoyed being softly restrained this way. The pool of heat between her legs indicated that her sexuality was in complete agreement with her mind for once. Naruto didn’t notice her bite her lip and her eyes narrowed with intensity. He was only focused on the scar fading to silver. This was his secret shame, the only time he’d injured his beloved and it glared at him.

His lips moved across it in a soft murmur of an apology that she readily accepted. Her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed on, encouraged by the throaty moan she let out once he nipped the tissue there. His tongue felt like rough velvet and she squirmed under his ministration, he did the same to every single pale silver gash on her upper body. The two were becoming more and more breathless, Naruto flushed darkly as he lost himself in his lover’s taste. Her skin flooded with goose bumps when he exhaled. She squirmed against him, her moans teetering on pleading. She felt a slow smirk form against the heat of her skin and she grew annoyed a moment: he was toying with her.

“Na-Naruto.” She whispered, almost a hiss. He glanced at her, felt the swell of his ego rise as she gazed back half-lidded, flushed and drunk from the sensation of his skin against hers. His thoughts had melted into one purpose: keeping that expression on her face. His blood had gone south and rendered his manhood one of the hardest erections he’d had in a long time. The dull throbbing demanding attention was beginning to be hard to ignore. He decided against his better judgement to lie down on top of his squirming vixen as he continued to lavish her neck and collarbone with sloppy wet trails, growing addicted by the second of her slow feminine wails of want. His confined erection met with the heat of her own excitement and his mind fuzzed, he momentarily forgot what he’d been doing and relished the feel of her warmth.

Her legs moved apart to allow him to settle but this was a grievous mistake, the slight friction caused them both to pause in their inexperience and without restraint, Naruto grunted before dropping his head at the nook of her shoulder, nibbling on the skin. This set Hinata’s mind reeling and she subconsciously moved her hips upwards, the length of his erection pressing hard against her clit. She hissed and he lost control at the sound.
His mouth crashed down against her lips and his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he brought her second hand up above her head and felt the full press of her breasts against his chest as she arched in against him, secretly loving the fact he was keeping her from touching him. His hips moved once and slowly ground the second time. Her eyes reeled under her lids; a breathy “Naruto” left her lips like a caress. Never in his life had he heard his name quite like that and he wanted to hear it again. He moved again, slower this time, between her legs and she moaned out his name, dragging out each syllable to excess. He’d decided just then she would say his name like that always in bed and he’d make a point of it.

Her finger nails dug at her fleshy restraint, she wanted to be free to rake them up and down his body but he wouldn’t let her. He wanted to be selfish and feel the length of her under him. She retaliated in frustration by wrapping her legs around his waist, grinding back and he squeezed his eyes shut harder, trying to keep a little of the control he’d regained. It was futile, he’d decided, as her moans increased in his ear. The second she licked the length of one scar on his cheek, he faltered in resolve and her hands became free. She slid them down his back, dancing her fingers against the moving muscles and they disappeared under the rim of his pants. Both hands took generous helpings of his cheeks and pulled him down against her sex.

She shivered at the feeling and he let out a moan, her hands slipped over his hips as he continued to grind her, his mouth busy sucking and licking her neck, one hand touched the edge of her breast and the other tangled itself in her hair. She couldn’t think straight, let alone put a coherent thought together long enough to tell her fingers to get to the front of his pants. The constant friction between her legs was creating an oozy dampness and her labia felt swollen, her clit was becoming hypersensitive. She wanted him to stop long enough so she could get the cargoes off but she could feel the spring tightening in her gut and she mewled. Naruto had begun to pant slightly; Hinata’s name rang in his head like an unspoken mantra. He could feel her hands stumbling around between them and he didn’t entirely clue in on what she wanted right away. It hadn’t occurred to him she’d want to take it that far yet.

He heard the first button pop and the zipper slide down. He lifted his hazy lust-filled head up from her neck and gave her a questioning look. She didn’t bother to flush and merely lifted her hips tighter against him and managed to hook her feet into the material of his pants and pulled them down. She grinned at his surprise but the sharp sound of his erection slapping her on her belly made them pause. They both started to laugh.

“Ah, sorry.” He tried to not be embarrassed but he failed, his eyes twinkled with mischief and she giggled. He wasn’t really sorry and she didn’t care that much. They both managed to get his cumbersome pants off but he failed to notice his socks were still on, too focused on what Hinata was searching for. She blushed deeply when he knelt between her legs, his erection plain to see and she couldn’t help but stare. She felt a little lewd when she felt a fresh wave of tingles curl her toes, her vagina was throbbing and felt slicker than before. She felt a little intimidated but it wasn’t the first time she’d seen him. Again, her female ego swelled knowing she was the cause of what she saw, the lust in his eyes, the flush that kissed his golden skin and the faint outline of his seal around the navel had begun to show. He made her feel powerful without even meaning to.

His fingers hooked the edge of her pants, capturing the undergarment as well and pulled down, exposing every inch of her milky skin slowly. He had no shame and he wasn’t about to change, he swallowed every second of her before catching the heavy scent of her arousal lingering about like an unspoken promise. He discarded the clothes and took another look at her, her creamy white thighs were open, her center exposed. He could see the wetness clinging to the outer lips of her labia and matted in her pubic hair. He held back the urge to lean down and breathe her in. He had the strangest need to lick her there to see what she tasted like in the midst of an arousal so strong but that would be too bold. Even he wasn’t stupid enough to kill the mood with something they both weren’t entirely ready to try.

He leaned back down against her, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. She bit her lip at the feeling of his naked erection against her own sex and she suddenly felt very nervous. She knew what was coming but she wasn’t sure if he was entirely aware. He sensed the change in her body language, she had stiffened under him. He nuzzled her neck and kissed the skin there, asking her what the matter was.

“Naruto, before we do this...” she whispered, afraid to lose her nerve. He watched her, his eyes encouraging her to speak. “you should know that this will hurt for me, so please be gentle.” He frowned.

“Hurt you?” he hadn’t thought about sex being painful but then again, it wasn’t him that was going to be invaded by a penis. She nodded but she didn’t want him to feel badly so she moved her hips against him again slowly grinding as she spoke. For his part, he barely managed to keep his eyes rolling in pleasure as her wetness coated the underside of his penis.

“Yes, it will not h-hurt as much as normal.” She tried to recall her conversation with Kurenai about her virginity and the wonders of losing it. Kunoichi broke the hymen at an early age due to their vigorous training but the painful part would be adjusting to the intrusion. Sometimes the hymen would not be completely broken so she had to be ready for either scenario.

“I’ll tell you when you can move freely ok?” he nodded and let out a groan. With this new information on hand, he brought the tip to her entrance and pressed his forehead against her neck, trying to gain back control from his hormones. By the sound of Hinata’s heart, she was nervous but her eyes still held the half-lidded look glazed over with desire for him. He had to ignore it if he was going to listen to her.

He slid the tip against her vaginal lips, coating the head and she moaned when he grazed her clit in the process of looking for her entrance. She was already quite excited and although she considered asking him to bring her to peak before he entered her, she lost all sense of resolution when his hand slipped between them and he guided the head slowly inside her. He could barely hold back the moan as her warmth began to wrap itself around him. He listened for her instructions and she squeezed his shoulder when she wanted him to stop. He bit his lip. He squeezed his eyes shut trying to ignore the feel of her wetness, the tightening muscles fighting the intrusion was almost too much for his inexperienced control. He took in a meditative breath and sang her name in prayer inside his head. Once she’d adjusted to her expanding vaginal muscles, she squeezed his shoulder again letting him know to continue.

This was complete and utter torture and Naruto cursed whatever god had created the hymen. Several long seconds went by and he was finally deep within her, hitched up to the tilt and he waited, her muscles squeezed down on him as she tried to relax and let herself get use to him. It hadn’t hurt per say but it had been terribly uncomfortable. She felt full and stretched. It added a little je ne sais quoi to the whole experience and before she could quite make up her mind about naming the sensation, she heard Naruto strangle out barely audible words.

“Can I move now?” he was starting to reach his limit and his body had a soft tremble from fighting the urge to pound himself into her. He heard her say yes and was almost relieved. Slowly, he began to pull back and move back in. They both moaned at the sensation.

Although it still gave her a low throb of pain, her engorged clit from all the foreplay was arguing with her complaining vaginal muscles that they needed to move faster, not this slow snail pace. As a result of the ongoing dispute over the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure, she squeezed down on him, gripping his erection inside her without meaning to. This extracted a deep groan from her boyfriend and he pulled out again and slid back in a little quicker, trying to keep the slow pace to let her adjust. It wasn’t working, it had the complete opposite effect for him.

The friction of his stomach against her clit was just right and she slipped her arms around his back and forced him to collapse onto her, his full body weight leaned on her a second and the friction was almost too much. She let out a cry when he began to constantly move back and forth. He let out grunts and moans in response to her actions, and she could hear him say her name brokenly between the animal like sounds they were both gasping out. Their movement was awkward and hurried, uncoordinated to say the least, but when she’d lose the steady build of the tingle between her legs due to his over-excitement and bucking, she’d squeeze down on his hips and get him back to a more slow and steady rhythm they could both follow.

He’d growl in objection when she’d slow him down but he didn’t mind once he clued in that she was teaching him how to pleasure her. She could feel his muscles tighten on his belly and from the little experience she had with his orgasms, she knew it meant he was close. She pressed her hands down hard against his ass and shifted her hips by accident, this made him go in deeper and she let out a feminine moan that made Naruto lose control for a split second and bucked out of sync.

This was a lot harder than he thought it would be, they were both sweating and his knees were hurting. His abs were burning and his arms were shaking from keeping his weight above Hinata. The worst, he decided, was the fact that his orgasm had been on the brink of spilling for ten minutes with no thanks to Hinata’s uncanny ability to read him like a book and stopping him just as the build was reaching its peak. He didn’t know if that was exciting or infuriating. He wanted to scream his release, wanted to buck out of control and lose himself inside her but he knew that wasn’t fair to her.

He convinced himself to slow down and tried to listen to her body movements, her small subtle suggestions. Her hands were pressing hard against his ass, her legs tried to control his hips so he tried leaning in more, his pubic bone grinding her clit constantly and something changed with Hinata instantly. She moaned, his name became broken on her lips and her fingers dug deeply into his lower back. He fought the urge to lose himself and watched her face contort and flush under the pleasure. ‘Slowly slowly slowly’ he sang in his head but it was getting to be too much.

She suddenly tensed under him, her eyes squeezed and she let out a yell, surprising Naruto. Her muscles clamped down around his erection and the feeling of her insides quivering, milking him, snapped his restraint and he lost control. He bucked faster and let out a deep-throated groan and nearly sang with relief when he felt the familiar build deep within his groin. Hinata was barely recovered from her release when she felt him throb and twitch inside her. He strangled out her name and collapsed, letting out a heavy breath against her neck that gave her a small shiver.

He was speechless. Hinata wrapped her arms loosely around him and absorbed the significance of their union. She felt a little embarrassed that their first time was amidst her tumbled boxes of clothes and their bed was a pile of her kimonos. She was vaguely aware that they were supposed to do something but her brain was still trying to catch up. Oh.. Oh! The mission!
“We really need to pack.” she looked over to the toad clock on his living room window sill and noticed the time, breathing heavily. Naruto could barely lift his head, let alone answer her so he did the next best thing: he grunted like a cave man and wondered how she still had energy to do anything.

She laughed and kissed the top of his head, he shifted his gaze up towards her and smiled.

“I love you.” The both said at the same time. He cracked up laughing in amazement before he rolled off the kunoichi and set to their task of packing for their escort of Gaara back to Sunagakure.

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A cleaned, packed and sated Naruto rushed out of the apartment and ran towards the shop where he’d dropped off the chuunin vest earlier that morning. Hinata was packing a light lunch for them as he picked up the vest. It wasn’t as bad as the Hokage imagined. He had requested the inside of his flak jacket to be orange and trimmed the pockets with a combination of black and orange.

This was his identity after all, why mess with a good thing?

He met Hinata outside his apartment and he flushed, the memory of her sounds and the visual of her squirming under him still lingered. She gave him a small secretive smile that made him clear his throat. When did this happen? She was the one making the lewd suggestions and he was blushing like the innocent virgin.

She made him feel strange things.

He grabbed her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, leaned into her ear and whispered how much he loved her. She blushed deeply and kissed him, happy.

They met a highly irritated Sakura at the gates, Gaara stared over at them and passively commented that they were late. Kiba watched Akamaru sniff the air and he followed suit, curious to know what his partner had caught on the wind. His face scrunched up and stuck out his tongue in disgust. Akamaru barked unceremoniously at the blond stuck his nose in a very intimate part of Naruto in greeting. Kiba’s eyes twinkled with mischief at the new tidbit of information. Naruto yelled at the dog, missing the curious look from Sakura and the deep blush forming on Hinata’s cheeks. Gaara openly sighed and shook his head, wondering what possessed him to ask for an escort by his friend when he could easily make it back on his own.

Kiba smirked as they begun to move out from the gate. Blackmail was always a fun pastime on long missions.

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Read and review? Holy wall-of-text alert.

I based their first experience on my own, if you’re wondering. I was 15 when I first did the deed and my super hot bf at the time and I were quite familiar with each other’s bodies after dating for 2 years or so :P I’d assume I didn’t have to go into detail more than I had to with their make outs, I mean, it goes without saying after a point when you make-out, it goes past the point of kissing.
Anyways, this seems fairly legit to me since it’s similar to what I experienced. I’d really appreciate some mature feedback on this, I’ve been stressing out about it for a month! Uh, well guess I’ll go nervously wait for the fist of judgement to drop on my head :P Go read my AU!