The Mechanics of Desire
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Naruto › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,609
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Unprepared
She couldn't breath. Every breath was a gasp, every gasp couldn't fill her lungs.
She knew it was wrong.
His body lay not five feet from her, giving off more heat than the banked coals of the fire. Those damn glasses were gone for once, and she could see his whole profile. Her fingers wanted to run over the scarred skin, and she gritted her teeth.
She couldn't help herself.
The other one lay at her other side, and she was trapped between them. His very posture was open, sensual. His mouth was a wicked curve just glimpsed as he lay sleeping, unmindful of her delimma. One calloused, scarred hand twitched, mirroring the twitch in Akamaru, and she couldn't help wondering what it would be like if he touched her.
You weren't supposed to desire your teammates.
Nobody had ever explained to her the mechanics of desire. Not how it could steal your air from your lungs, how it could make you feel drugged. How it could keep you up at night, bedroll knotted in your fists, your body aching.
Even if they had, it wouldn't have prepared her.
Not for this. She had never imagined this. She was supposed to live happily ever after with Naruto. She was a proper lady, after all, the heir of the Hyuuga clan. Proper ladies lived happily ever after with one man, sired a small mess of children. They certainly didn't desire their teammates, men she had bonded to like brothers.
They didn't even contemplate such things.
So it had to be wrong to want them. To find herself dreaming of the heated animal scent of Kiba, or the sensation of Shinos slim, strong fingers. She woke with an automatic shame each time, her body flushed with desire that she knew she shouldn't harbor.
Knowing it was wrong didn't help it.
She fought it every step of the way, told herself that she couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't. The family would not bear such a dishonor. Naruto would not have her. A thousand other excuses for why she couldn't, just couldn't allow herself to want them.
Nothing could have prepared her for this.
And now, coming back from their mission she was on her own. There was no aging dignitary to give her an excuse to deny herself, no real mission danger to take her mind off the men at her sides, and give her convenient blinders. Oh no. She was on her own this time. And willpower alone just wasn't cutting it.
Hinata couldn't bring herself to make a noise, just groaned in her head, closed her eyes.
She heard a rustle next to her, decided it was Kiba moving in his sleep, and concluded that she needed to regain her composure. She would never be able to sleep like this. With a small sigh, she got up, stepping delicately out of her bedroll and into her sandals. Silently, she moved away from their small camp, slipping into the trees like a ghost. Once she was out of earshot, she slumped against a tree, tilting her head back.
"Get it together. You cant do this..." She whispered it to herself. A cool breeze slid past her in a gentle eddy and she welcomed its cooling touch against her flaming cheeks. Her skin was almost hypersensitive, and she could feel her body, responding to her thoughts back at the camp, the ache in her lower belly, and with dismay, she could tell it wasn't going anywhere. With a sigh, she prepared to resign herself to another night of frustration. They only had another day before they got back home... She had managed for the last three on their escort mission...She could handle one more. She had to....
So engrossed in her own thoughts, Hinata almost screamed when she heard a husky voice by her ear, the breath ghosting over her skin.
"Oi, Hina-chan... What are you doing out here?" With a sinking feeling in her chest, Hinata realized that he probably already knew.
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A/N So my muse wont talk the way I want him to. I don't mind so much, but its becoming troublesome. So. Welcome to the new Mechanics of Desire. Yes. There shall be lemons. Be patient. I'm trying for a real live story... or at least something with more than one chapter, lol. As always, please, review for me. I appreciate any kind of feedback, especially the kind with suggestions. Hehehe. Even if I don't use them here, I might be able to work up a one shot for yah.
She knew it was wrong.
His body lay not five feet from her, giving off more heat than the banked coals of the fire. Those damn glasses were gone for once, and she could see his whole profile. Her fingers wanted to run over the scarred skin, and she gritted her teeth.
She couldn't help herself.
The other one lay at her other side, and she was trapped between them. His very posture was open, sensual. His mouth was a wicked curve just glimpsed as he lay sleeping, unmindful of her delimma. One calloused, scarred hand twitched, mirroring the twitch in Akamaru, and she couldn't help wondering what it would be like if he touched her.
You weren't supposed to desire your teammates.
Nobody had ever explained to her the mechanics of desire. Not how it could steal your air from your lungs, how it could make you feel drugged. How it could keep you up at night, bedroll knotted in your fists, your body aching.
Even if they had, it wouldn't have prepared her.
Not for this. She had never imagined this. She was supposed to live happily ever after with Naruto. She was a proper lady, after all, the heir of the Hyuuga clan. Proper ladies lived happily ever after with one man, sired a small mess of children. They certainly didn't desire their teammates, men she had bonded to like brothers.
They didn't even contemplate such things.
So it had to be wrong to want them. To find herself dreaming of the heated animal scent of Kiba, or the sensation of Shinos slim, strong fingers. She woke with an automatic shame each time, her body flushed with desire that she knew she shouldn't harbor.
Knowing it was wrong didn't help it.
She fought it every step of the way, told herself that she couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't. The family would not bear such a dishonor. Naruto would not have her. A thousand other excuses for why she couldn't, just couldn't allow herself to want them.
Nothing could have prepared her for this.
And now, coming back from their mission she was on her own. There was no aging dignitary to give her an excuse to deny herself, no real mission danger to take her mind off the men at her sides, and give her convenient blinders. Oh no. She was on her own this time. And willpower alone just wasn't cutting it.
Hinata couldn't bring herself to make a noise, just groaned in her head, closed her eyes.
She heard a rustle next to her, decided it was Kiba moving in his sleep, and concluded that she needed to regain her composure. She would never be able to sleep like this. With a small sigh, she got up, stepping delicately out of her bedroll and into her sandals. Silently, she moved away from their small camp, slipping into the trees like a ghost. Once she was out of earshot, she slumped against a tree, tilting her head back.
"Get it together. You cant do this..." She whispered it to herself. A cool breeze slid past her in a gentle eddy and she welcomed its cooling touch against her flaming cheeks. Her skin was almost hypersensitive, and she could feel her body, responding to her thoughts back at the camp, the ache in her lower belly, and with dismay, she could tell it wasn't going anywhere. With a sigh, she prepared to resign herself to another night of frustration. They only had another day before they got back home... She had managed for the last three on their escort mission...She could handle one more. She had to....
So engrossed in her own thoughts, Hinata almost screamed when she heard a husky voice by her ear, the breath ghosting over her skin.
"Oi, Hina-chan... What are you doing out here?" With a sinking feeling in her chest, Hinata realized that he probably already knew.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N So my muse wont talk the way I want him to. I don't mind so much, but its becoming troublesome. So. Welcome to the new Mechanics of Desire. Yes. There shall be lemons. Be patient. I'm trying for a real live story... or at least something with more than one chapter, lol. As always, please, review for me. I appreciate any kind of feedback, especially the kind with suggestions. Hehehe. Even if I don't use them here, I might be able to work up a one shot for yah.