PWP

NejiHina

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When Rock Lee turned twenty one Neji was approached by Tenten and was asked a very simple question that turned into a very uncomfortable conversation.

“Neji,” she paused before letting out a small sigh. He glanced at her idly as he took a sip of green tea, sitting on the couch in the birthday boy’s apartment. There was an absurd amount of people in the tiny place and of course half of them had never even heard of, much less contemplated, the saying ‘use your inside voice’. As Naruto shouted for another hit of sake, on the birthday boy’s behalf of course since no one was going to allow Lee to drink, Neji inwardly smirked as he watched the man’s antics. Not only did Naruto not have an inside voice, he also didn’t have a volume setting that went below ‘loud and annoying as hell’.

“I’m just going to come right out and ask, Neji, are you gay?”

Tenten now had his complete and undivided attention and he stared at her for a moment “Excuse me?” it wasn’t that he wasn’t used to Tenten asking personal questions, it was the fact that somehow she had come to this conclusion and he could not think of any time where he had shown an outward interest in the same sex. He decided to find out why.

“No,” he blinked at her a few times, as if he couldn’t get over the fact that she had asked him something like that “I’m not. What brought you to believe that I was?”

She sat down beside him on the couch as he placed down his cup. The look she had was obviously disbelieving and he was beginning to wonder if he was perhaps inadvertently sending out signals or what not because she definitely seemed not-so-convinced of his sexual preference. “Well, we’re twenty one, all of us, and you’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve never seen you date any girls or go to any clubs or –“

“Perhaps that is because I do not like drawing attention to myself.” He countered softly, his gaze remaining impassive “How is it that you came to the conclusion that I am interested in men when I’ve shown equal amount of attention to both sexes?”

He could tell she hadn’t thought about it like that. “So you’re asexual then?” she sounded almost pitying. Why was she even asking him these questions?

Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose “No, Tenten, I am not gay, I am not asexual and, since saying this will probably help than harm this conversation I have been intimate – with women – in the past. You’ve never seen it because I am rather good and keeping my business to myself.” She ignored his pointed look and he briefly wondered if perhaps she had been dipping into the sake as well, she wasn’t sitting close enough for him to be able to tell. “So now my question is, why are we having this conversation?”

His friend and old team mate looked at him for a long moment before turning to look at the group of adults playing drinking games. Lee wasn’t drinking but everyone was taking drinks ‘for him’, there was always someone with an arm wrapped around his shoulders grinning and chatting with the young man. With a sigh she turned back to Neji “It’s just…”

Watching her movements along with what he knew about her on a personal level he began to understand what was going on. “I am perfectly content being single, Tenten,” he remarked softly. He was forced to pause for a moment because Kiba and Naruto had started shouting at each other about something and it was quickly put to a halt by Sakura and Shino. “I am aware of the fact that many of the people we know are becoming involved in relationships.” He knew saying that he was fine being single would not placate her, so he told her the truth “I am not interested in anyone because I am already in love with someone.”

The revelation definitely shocked her and she stared at him for a good moment, dark brown eyes wide “Seriously?” she shook her head “But you’ve…I mean if you love her why haven’t you –“

Had this been anyone but Tenten he probably would have walked away by now and briefly he contemplated it. Tenten knew her team mates well and she wasn’t stupid. If she asked the right questions she’d figure it out. He decided to nip it in the bud “It is unrequited and will remain that way. You now have an answer to your question and I do not want to discuss my situation with anyone.” Neji’s tone held finality to it and she wisely backed down. Knowing her he had an idea of the questions she probably had in her head. Was the girl single, did she know about his feelings, was it anyone that they knew, and then finally, would have been the offer to help.

The answers, although he wasn’t going to tell her, were simple. The girl was single, she did not know of his feelings and he had absolutely no intention of telling her. The woman was definitely someone they knew – and was actually at this party – and no, he didn’t want help. Was it easy living and feeling this way? It wasn’t, but he dealt with it as well as he could and unless he fell for someone else it’d stay that way.

The party was abruptly cut short when some idiot had become so drunk they had forgotten about Lee’s ‘problem’ when it came to alcohol and had shoved some down the taijutsu master’s throat. The Hyuuga swore that if he ever found out who did it he’d pay them back for every bruise he would now be nursing for the next few days. Once they finally calmed Lee down Neji had decided it was already late enough and he wanted to get back to his apartment. The person he had come with had been in ready agreement and for multiple reasons, he was escorting her home. He wondered what Tenten would say if she knew that the person currently at his side was the woman he was in love with and had been for a very, very long time.

Slender arms wrapped around one of his and the woman staggered a bit, showing that she was probably inebriated. It was a little amusing as she was giggling over nothing, but the fact that she was pressing her body against his to keep her balance was not. It was highly distracting and a lot of other things he probably shouldn’t be thinking about. No, it definitely wasn’t easy loving someone you knew you would never have. It especially wasn’t easy when you’ve been in love with them since the age of fourteen.

Thankfully, she regained her sense of balance although she did not let go of his arm and he did not pull away. If someone they knew saw them like this they would probably raise an eyebrow or say something. Right now he didn’t care, it was late and if he was completely honest with himself he was enjoying the feel of her beside him, the soft smile on her face. It was quiet as the two of them walked back towards the Hyuuga estate and he allowed himself to become lost in his thoughts. Halfway there she asked him a question that actually made him completely halt in his tracks.

“Neji…” her voice was soft and he could tell that she was probably smiling. Her grip tightened on his arm slightly and she all but snuggled closer to him. He tensed but waited for her to speak, turning his head slightly to hide the small blush that was trying to emerge. “Are you…in love with someone?”

When he stopped he actually did pull away from her, eyes wide with surprise and he was thankful for the fact that it was night otherwise she would have seen the blush deepen “What?” he asked rather ineloquently “Why would you ask me such a question, Hinata-sama?” You are the last person who needs to ask me this…

His cousin frowned, confused by his reaction. Then, as if realizing who it was she had actually asked the question to her expression became a mixture between contemplative and…downcast? “I…I’m sorry.” Her gaze shifted to the ground and he took a deep mental breath. Tenten’s probing must have bothered him more than he had thought, he was being very edgy.

He put a hand on her shoulder gently “Forgive me, I am not upset, it’s just that before we left Tenten had approached me about…” he paused, pondering on how he wanted to word himself “something similar.” There was the possibility that Tenten could have approached Hinata to see if she would have better luck figuring out who he was in love with.

Perhaps it would have been better if I had lied after all.

“O-oh.” Her gaze was slightly vacant in expression which more than likely had to do with the drinks she’d had. Once again he did not turn her away when she wrapped her arms around his again, her head resting on his shoulder slightly “I’m sorry. I just…”

In his mind he was going through several different reasons why Hinata could have asked him such a question as they continued on the path he grabbed at the one that made the most sense to him “Are you asking me because you wish to know if I would be able to empathize with you and give you advice?” it was the most logical conclusion he could come up with, although surprising. He actually didn’t know if Hinata still harbored feelings for Uzumaki, once he had realized his feelings for her he had made it a point to remain ignorant simply because it hurt too much.

Although, it is not as if I don’t deserve it for what I’ve done. Which was why he’d never tell her the truth, he didn’t have the right to and her reaction probably wouldn’t be favorable. She’d always seen him as a brother figure, he had long since accepted that.
Should he answer her question? “Hinata-sama I –“ he was cut off when she abruptly stopped as they were walking by his apartment complex. She didn’t look at him when he gazed down at her inquisitively.

“Can I…” she snuggled closer to him “can I stay with you tonight Neji?”

Absolutely not. Tell her no. Her being in your apartment, alone, for the rest of the night is not a good idea. That was logic talking and had Hinata not sounded so completely sad and upset he would have responded automatically. The fact that it seemed that there was something wrong with her was what gave him pause. If she just needed a friendly ear there was no way he could truly refuse her, especially if it was a potentially serious situation.
He sighed “Very well. I’ll make you some tea and something to eat.” He gave her a look “I did not see you eat anything before or during the party, that’s not good when you’re drinking alcohol.”

“Thank you.” Her smile was warm and slightly disarming, for some reason there seemed to be a…look in her eyes. Of what he wasn’t sure but it did make him feel a little uncomfortable.

Give her tea, a sandwich, listen to her issue and send her to bed. He told himself sternly.

When they entered he guided her to his couch and turned on the television, hoping that maybe it’d distract her in her drunken state. He really didn’t want her wandering around his apartment while under the influence, he actually did have breakable objects he valued in places.

Walking over to the kitchen he put on the tea kettle and began to pull out a few items to make her sandwich. Once more he lost himself in his thoughts, realizing that as much as he wanted to help her, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to give her advice on whoever it was she was in love with now. It didn’t take the Hyuuga much to realize that she hadn’t asked that question in regards to her childhood crush. That and he had suspected that she had moved on a few years ago, especially when Naruto and Sakura had finally started dating.

So then, perhaps it was Inuzuka? The dog-man acted more like a brother than anything else with Hinata but that didn’t mean he didn’t have an interest. As her protector, he had made it a point to not look interested even though he was madly in love with her. Inuzuka could truly not have an interest in his cousin but if she confessed that’d change, he was sure of it. Same thing if it was Aburame. Both men cared deeply for her and Hinata was not an unattractive woman, they wouldn’t turn her away if she asked them for more. If it was neither of them then he would be at a true loss, Hinata did not hang around many people and she had never given him a hint of liking anyone.

A little after he had finished the sandwich the kettle went off. Right as he was about to turn to grab it he felt arms wrap around his middle, effectively freezing him in place. How Hinata had snuck up on him he had no idea, he should have heard her coming. He stood there, his eyes widening a bit as he looked at the cabinet in front of him yet all of his attention was focused on the soft body pressed against his back and delicate hands moving over his abdomen. Her hands slid over the fabric of his brown shirt, shifting down until reaching the end. A low sound escaped when those cool hands of hers slid underneath the fabric and up warm skin. This seemed to only encourage her as she pressed herself even closer, hands trailing up his stomach to his chest. Closing his eyes he leaned his head back, hands gripping the edge of the countertop in a white knuckled grip. Her hands felt amazing against him and he lost himself for a moment, steaming kettle ignored as fingers began to trail back down. Neji let out a harsh breath when those fingers trailed down and hooked lightly on the waistband of his pants. There was a small shudder when her body slid up, using her grip on his pants to pull herself up on her toes. When lips began to trail up and along his neck logic slowly began to trickle back down, cutting through the initial shock of his gentle cousin actually feeling up on him.

Gods, how many times had he fantasized something like this? Far too many and for far too many years. Reigning in his emotions he spun, grabbing her wrists, forcing himself to look stern. It quickly faded when he took in her hooded pale eyes, flushed face and soft lips curled into a small smile. Heart pounding, he let out a shaky breath. He had to get her away from him before he did something they’d both regret. He had done well for twelve years, he wasn’t going to falter now, even if she was making moves on him.

“Hinata-sama,” he was proud of himself for keeping his voice neutral “I think perhaps you should go ahead and rest for tonight and in the morning we can discuss whatever it is that is bothering you if you wish.” Her gaze was unreadable and when she pulled her hands back he let go, thinking that perhaps she had understood his words.

The Hyuuga had horribly miscalculated and realized this when she took a step forward, framed his face in her hands and leaned in to kiss him. Once more she pressed her body against his and he could have pulled away, should have pulled away as she moved back on her toes and tilted her head. He didn’t.
Warm lips pressed against his and it felt so wonderful, better than he had ever imagined it would, that instead of pushing her away he leaned into the kiss, his hands gently moving up the underside of her arms when delicate hands gripped the fabric of his shirt. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against his body. A soft groan emerged at the contact, contact he had so desperately desired for far too long. Her arms moved around his neck, hands moving through his hair which earned her another appreciative groan. Surely he was dreaming, surely the woman he has loved and desired for all these years was not kissing him and touching him in such a manner.

Breaking from her he began to move his lips almost roughly along her neck, his grip tightening. She did a little gasp and moan thing that had his body hardening, his mind currently hazy with lust. Because he had her pulled so tightly against him when she rocked her hips he let out a hard moan as her core brushed along his thickening erection. Grabbing her arms a little rough he moved back to her lips, tongue delving into her mouth, inwardly pleased when she responded and tongues kneaded.

It wasn’t until he could taste the sake from kissing her that he regained his senses and actually pushed her off of him, eyes wide, chest heaving, hands gripping the countertop from behind as if it were his lifeline. What the hell was he doing? She was drunk and obviously she was currently not in her right mind for her to be so forward.

This was a horrible idea. He thought miserably as he took in her confused expression and red lips from their kissing. That shouldn’t have happened. What just happened should not have been allowed and he was seriously messed up for losing it and letting it happen. She in love with someone and he had almost taken advantage of her because he had been unable to control his desires. It didn’t help that he so desperately wanted to just pull her back in and continue where he had left off. Putting his hands through his hair he let out a sharp breath and once more tried to reign in his emotions.

Turning from her, he grabbed the kettle and put it, the plate with the sandwich and a cup on a tray. “You may sleep in my room, try to eat and drink this before you rest, even if it’s just a little. It’ll help.”

Now he was hyper aware of what was going on around him so when she took a small step forward he tensed “Neji?” she still seemed confused and he suddenly realized that while she had stopped calling him ‘niisan’ quite some time ago he had never really picked up on it until now. Interesting. Grabbing the tray he turned, handing it out for her to take.

“Here, take this and I’ll –“

“I…I love you.” She was wringing her hands slightly, her gaze pleading.

Once more he closed his eyes and took a deep mental breath at those words coming from the person who affected him more than she would ever truly know or understand. His grip on the tray’s handles tightened slightly and he regarded her, keeping his expression neutral “Hinata-sama, you have had quite a bit to drink tonight and you’ve yet to eat anything. Alcohol can make people do rather strange things and I do not wish for you to do something you’d regret –“

“You…” frowning, she looked down, biting her lip “You don’t believe me.”

I can’t believe you…I just can’t. “Please take it and try to get some sleep, Hinata-sama.” He was extremely relieved when, without another word, she gingerly took the tray and began to retreat to his room. She didn’t look at him and he could only be so grateful. When his bedroom door closed he lowered his head, feeling rather miserable all around. The Hyuuga had done so well all these years even though his love and desire for her had only increased by the year and tonight he had done something extremely foolish. He had reacted automatically when he had felt her hands on him, doing things to him that had only existed within his fantasies and dreams. His back felt hot as he remembered how soft and perfect her body had fit against his. He could still feel the sensation of her lips against his, the way she had rocked those hips of hers…

Frustrated, upset, disappointed, and a myriad of other emotions, Neji forced himself through a cold shower to calm his overheated body and tried very, very hard to go to sleep. His couch wasn’t exactly comfortable and for once he was actually grateful. Physical discomfort was a good thing right now.
Sleep eluded him. While dreaming about Hinata was not something unfamiliar, including the more intimate dreams, this particular dream had felt a little too real. Her touch, kisses, now that he had experienced them it drifted into his dreams, haunting him. At around five in the morning he gave up on trying to sleep when he once again was jolted awake from the intensity. This wasn’t working and she was in the other room which did not help. He couldn’t get his mind off of what happened and all of the sensations that had went with it. Putting a hand through his hair the other drifted underneath the fabric of his drawstring pants, choking back a low grunt when he began to stroke the hard-on he’d had since he had initially reacted to her. The cold shower hadn’t helped, his dreams were definitely not helping and this was pretty much his last option. He really did want to feel a little guilty for doing this while the woman he was fantasizing about was just in the other room sleeping but couldn’t, not when she was the damn reason he was like this to begin with. Closing his eyes his back arched slightly as he pumped his hand up and down his shaft, biting back the noise threatening to escape. His breathing quickened as he increased the tempo, his thoughts on swollen red lips and hands moving along his skin, fingers trailing dangerously low. He imagined those lips trailing down from his neck to his chest and stomach, drifting lower until they wrapped around his cock, sucking him just right, driving him to a fever pitch and then…

There was movement. Initial irritation at having to stop right as he was about to come filled him and he sat up, activating his Byakugan. If it really was an intruder more than likely he’d probably kill the man, the night had not been good to this Hyuuga and he was reaching his limit.

The movement came from his bedroom, Hinata was up and walking towards the door, more than likely to use the bathroom since she’d been drinking after all. With a frustrated sigh he turned to his side, facing the couch so that she would think he was asleep. No longer did he consider her staying the night a ‘bad idea’. The words ‘horrible’, ‘terrible’, ‘idiotic’ seemed to fit the bill a little better and he was darkly musing over this when he heard his door open and Hinata shuffle around, on purpose of course. Any shinobi knew not to walk around absolutely silent in another shinobi’s home, bad things could happen that nine times out of ten involved sharp, pointy objects. Unfortunately, he could definitely tell that she was not heading to the bathroom, she was approaching the couch and he forced his body to remain perfectly calm and relaxed even though he felt anything but.

She paused when she reached him and didn’t say anything for a long time. Eventually he heard her bend down to sit on her haunches, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
“Neji…” her voice was soft, a whisper. More than likely she thought he was asleep “I…” she became silent again and then he heard her knees softly touch the hardwood floor. She sighed “Even though I…I was drunk a-and I behaved so foolishly i-in front of you…I wished…” another pause “I know you’ll probably never feel the same but I’ve…I really d-do love you. I have for a few y-years now and I…I’m so sorry. I-I’m going to leave now and I promise I’ll a-apologize later when you’re awake and that I’m saying this now because I’ll probably never be able to s-say it again and…”
Had she been standing she would have seen his eyes opened when she admitted, once again, that she was in love with him. He was dreaming, wasn’t he? His beautiful cousin could have anyone she wanted if she tried and yet…

For years? She had been in love with him for years now? Why hadn’t he noticed? Was he not a Hyuuga, how had his observational skills failed him for so long? It made the question she had asked him earlier make sense finally. She had asked and hoped that maybe he would have given her a clue or some hope that it could have been her. What did that mean? What should he do?

“How many years?” he found himself asking and she gasped, jumping back before stumbling onto her behind with a soft thud. Neji didn’t turn to her, couldn’t really when he was still quite aroused. His heart was once again pounding in his chest. She loved him. For years they both had held the same feelings for each other and he had never known.

Or perhaps I had been trying to deny it. That was also a thought. He had never told her of his feelings because he hadn’t felt worthy of her so why would he pick up on her wanting him when he had convinced himself otherwise? Hinata was not a difficult person to read, denial of the obvious was logically the conclusion for not seeing what had probably been very clear.

“Y-you were awake?” she sounded shaky and embarrassed. He still did not turn to her.

“I have been unable to sleep.” He admitted.

There was more shuffling as she shifted back up on her knees. A hand rested gently on his shoulder and he turned slightly, only enough to see her as she knelt, a troubled expression on her face, cheeks red from the embarrassment of being caught. “I’m…sorry for last night.” She bit her lip “What I did and…I’ll go, I shouldn’t have even asked you to stay but I had finally felt confident enough to approach you so…”
Turning to his other side he raised a hand, his gaze fixated on her face as he brushed his fingers along her jaw before cupping her cheek. Her surprise was obvious but all he did in response was smile warmly at her. They knew each other well enough for her to know what he was saying without words. Tears filled her eyes and she threw her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. If he were honest with himself, he had spoken no words because he could not, her confession had robbed him of the ability. She loved him. She obviously wanted to be with him.

She did surprise him when once she pulled away a strange expression emerged and her gaze flickered to his lips only briefly before she leaned forward, face still burning red, making the first move. Putting his hand behind her head he closed the distance between them, his lips sliding over hers passionately. A warm, soft hand brushed along the side of his face as she returned his kiss with equal passion, putting up no resistance when his tongue brushed along her lips to allow him in. His hand gripped her hair tightly as he continued to try and pull her close to him and she let out a soft noise.

You should pull away. He had already been highly aroused before she had confessed, if he didn’t stop he wouldn’t and they really did have a lot to talk about now that things were like this. To his surprise, when he tried to pull away she held him close before trailing her hand once again up his stomach from the black tank top he’d been wearing. He let out a small gasp and groaned when her lips trailed along his neck once more. Heavy desire and a bit of amusement moved through him and he smiled slightly, bending so that his lips brushed along her ear. “What do you want to do, Hinata-sama?” he said the ‘sama’ part teasingly, a hand sliding up her back. “What would you like me to do?” now he was kissing along her neck and she tilted her head back, sighing softly. At this point one had to stick a fork in him because he was done. He’d reached his limit and now if she wanted it to stop she’d have to say so because he’s wanted this woman since he was fourteen and she is definitely doing very amazing things right now that was making all intelligent thought vanish.

Having given in he found himself sitting up slightly, his hands beginning to move up her sides, exploring. He kissed her once more before trailing kisses down her neck again, nipping lightly at soft flesh, earning him soft little moans for his efforts. Once more he felt a smile emerge against her skin “Would you like me to take you back into the bedroom, Hinata-sama?” once again there was that teasing note in his voice.

Instead of responding verbally she nodded slightly. In one smooth motion he swept her up into his arms and he was on his feet. She let out a small noise of surprise before her arms went around his neck. His gaze shifts to her face, taking the woman that he loved in. She loved him. He couldn’t get over it, for so long he had dreamed of something he thought he could never have and now…

Pulling her close he calmly walked into his bedroom and she buried her face into his neck, pressing little kisses and nipping slightly along heated skin. Gently he placed her on the bed, his body hovering over hers. Looking down at her, seeing the love and desire in her eyes, he realized that he had indeed been denying the obvious. His hand cupped her cheek and he bent down to capture her lips.

So many years…wasted. Her arms wrapped around his neck once more, pulling her close. He couldn’t help the warm smile that emerged as her hands slide down and up his back, deepening their kiss. Breaking away he trailed kisses down her jaw and neck, a hand sliding underneath her blouse. Her skin felt amazingly smooth and soft, warm to the touch. He tugged on the fabric and she raised her back just enough to remove the offending material, ignoring it as it was tossed on the ground. For a moment he leaned back, pale gaze heated. She was wearing a rather plain and simple white bra and he found himself rather unsurprised. Not that it mattered, she could have been wearing a sack and he still would have found her incredibly enticing and beautiful.

Lips brushed along her collarbone followed by the light grazing of teeth along soft skin. He continued his downward descent while his hand slid up, cupping a full breast. Squeezing softly, he nipped at skin when she gasped and let out a soft moan. Through the fabric he began to roll a hardened nipple between his fingers, earning him an appreciative sigh as her hand delved into his hair. A tongue trailed along skin before turning once more into light kisses. At the swell of her breasts he left little red marks, marks that no one would see but him. Lips brushed along plain white fabric, teasing the hardened nipple underneath. Her breaths were coming in short and heady which was driving him a little mad but he held back, his focus and goal at the moment being to please her thoroughly. He took the hardened bud in his mouth through the fabric, teeth biting down lightly when she arched her back against him. Neji teased her like this for a while, one hand fondling while his mouth lavished attention to the other. Her hands clenched the sheets and she began to writhe underneath him, gasping. With his free hand he slid underneath her and she arched her back to give him better access. Then the bra was unhooked and he raised his mouth, slowly guiding a strap down her shoulder while he went back to her neck and along her collarbone. When he reached her shoulder she had already shrugged out of the other strap, leaving her now fully exposed. Lifting his body pale eyes moved over pale skin, full breasts, flat stomach. She was blushing but her eyes were slightly hooded, love and desire quite clear to see. Where he to die right here, right now, he would go happy and fulfilled, knowing that for just a moment the woman he loved returned his affections. It was still too surreal for him, so many years he had went without her yet had desired her.

A tongue trailed lazily over an exposed nipple while his hand moved back to its original position, his grip firmer. This time when he took the pink bud into his mouth, sucking lightly as his tongue washed over sensitive skin his lover cried out softly, the grip in his hair tightening slightly. She arched her back, he rocked his hips, a soft groan emerging at the contact. Once again he lingered, switching from one to the other, enjoying the way she shifted and squirmed underneath him with pleasure. When she began to lightly say his name he stopped, lips moving from her breasts and further down along her abdomen. He slid off her skirt as he did this but left the panties, never stopping with his lips brushing along every inch of skin he could. Like her bra her panties were plain and white, although they were low cut and were held together by thin straps. Smiling, he moved his lips ever so lightly over her pelvic region before shifting, taking one leg and spreading it, teeth grazing along the sensitive skin along her inner thigh. Small nips and kisses drifted back up to her core and once again he stopped, his lips hovering over the junction between her thighs, smiling inwardly at the damp fabric. Heated eyes lifted back up to her face. “Can I taste you, Hinata-sama?” he asks in that same teasing note and she closes her eyes, a soft smile emerging as she realizes what he’s doing with his teasing.

“Y-yes…” the word is barely uttered before his mouth closes over her, sucking at her through the fabric. He keeps a hand firmly on her hip to keep her pinned when she raises her hips in response, crying out. When his other hand tugs lightly at the strap to her panties she raises her hips once more and he slides the offending material off, fully exposing her body to him. Shrugging off his tank top he bent his head once more, humming slightly when his mouth takes in flesh instead of fabric, his tongue trailing along her inner folds. The grip on her hip tightened to keep her steady as he tasted her, delving his tongue inside her core and then trailing up and over, sucking lightly on her clit before repeating the process. She moaned, she writhed, she gasped and cried. With his free hand he pulled his pants down and began to stroke himself simply because he had to, her cries and pleas were becoming too much and he was so hard it was almost painful. He wanted to just take her right then and there but forced himself to hold back, almost enjoying the torture of not being able to bury himself inside of her. Her body began to tense and he increased his tempo, moving his hand back to her thigh, trailing up soft skin as he put her leg over his shoulder.

There was a sudden sharp cry “Neji!”; it came out breathy and he used his tongue to drive her to her peak, his hand gripping her thigh hard as she climaxed, back arching, his name once again filled the silence. He lapped at her, drinking her in before he lifted his head and moved forward, biting along her neck a little harder, soothing the sting over with his tongue. One hand drifted back down to her center, fingers delving in deep as he stretched her, fingers moving in and out. She was not a virgin, he knew this as many jounin kunoichi went through training concerning seduction and she had been no exception. She had never told him who the male had been and he had never asked. Dismissing the thought he began to trail his lips along her ear, nibbling lightly at an un-pierced earlobe. “Does it feel good, Hinata-sama?” he whispers as he delves his fingers in deeper. As she cries out he closes his mouth over hers, kissing her hard. When he parts he trails his lips along her jaw and continues to play the ‘subservient’ role, his entire purpose being to please his ‘mistress’. For some strange reason he enjoys the irony “Tell me, my Hinata-sama…” his tongue trails along her jaw to the sensitive flesh just below her ear “slow and steady or hard and fast, how shall I please you?” her hand grips his arm and her hips raise against his hand. She doesn’t answer him at first and after a moment he nips at her and there’s a gasp.

“Ah…!” she closes her eyes, her mouth moving slightly “H…ha…”

He kissed her briefly before whispering against her lips “Hard and fast? Is that what you desire, my Hinata-sama?” this was torture, sweet, sweet torture and he was loving every bit of it. Her cries, her moans, her movements, the looks of pleasure – looks he was the direct cause of. He was lost in a haze of lust and desire and he was definitely reaching his limit.

“Yes…” her arms wrap around him tightly, nails digging into flesh “Yes…please Neji…”

Gently, he removed one hand from its death grip on the sheets and interlaced their fingers. Positioning himself, he sighed inwardly when her legs wrapped around his middle, the feeling of her wrapped around him incredible to him.

There was no helping the harsh cry that ripped through him when he plunged himself into her hard, his body shuddering a bit as her inner walls enveloped him, tight and warm. His grip on her hand tightened as he thrust as hard and as fast as he could, his free hand digging into the bed.
“Hinata,” he breathed, his entire body feeling as if it were on fire, leaning his head back briefly from sheer pleasure. “Gods…Hinata you feel…” he let out a harsh breath “you feel so fucking good…so good, so beautiful…” burying his face in her neck his gasps increased as her body began to wrap around him tighter, hot, wet muscles tightening, driving him insane with pleasure. She felt good, too good really, and being inside of her after wanting her for so long…it was…

A harsh cry came from him as nails raked up his back, the stinging sensation while experiencing such pleasure only heightening everything. In response he bit her neck which quickly turned into a hard groan when she began to buck her hips up to meet his thrusts, whispering his name. Once more he kissed her hard, his grip becoming almost painful when he felt her muscles tighten around him.

Then her back arched and her sharp cry moved through the room as she once again climaxed. He came at the same time, hot seed filling her as those inner walls milked him. His head had arched back as he let out a few harsh moans, all thought vanished as pure pleasure moved over him again and again. Their breaths were hot and heavy as they both came down from their euphoria, bodies slick with sweat. Riding out the aftershocks for a moment he drifted soft kisses along that slender neck, turning them so that he could wrap his arms around her fully as she pressed against his side. She snuggled against him, resting her head on his shoulder, her hand resting gently along his chest as she closed her eyes.

They were silent for a long moment, simply enjoying the feel of each other, both marveling over the fact that it had actually happened and that they were actually together. Turning, Neji pressed a kiss along his love’s temple, smiling briefly “I’ve also loved you for years now.” He admits and she blinks up at him before giving him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen grace her delicate features.

The sun was already rising and so the room took on a soft glow as they lay in his bed. Later they would talk about their new relationship, later they would discuss how far they wanted it to go – although he was sure ‘all the way’ was probably applicable – and the details on when and how they had fallen in love with each other. For now, he pulled her as close as he could and closed his eyes, truly content for the first time in his life.