[Naruto] NejiHina Smut Theme 16
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runespoorTitle: NejiHina Smut Theme 16
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runespoor7
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smutty drabble, fourth post.
Notes: takes place after 13. House. It gets its own post because the following is, er, getting slightly out of hand.
16. Sister
"Are you sure you want to move in there?" Neji couldn't stop the question from leaving his lips.
Sitting on the couch, Hinata nodded enthusiastically. She refrained from mentioning that they'd just had celebrated by having sex in what would be the bedroom, for which he was grateful.
After the visit and their escapade, they had left the compound for the village itself – Hinata to meet with her team, and Neji because the Hokage supposedly wanted to see him, but she hadn't been available and the chuunin guards had shrugged and asked him to come back the next day – where they'd in turn ran into Tenten who'd taken them to her apartment, so they could discuss the details of how to plan Lee's birthday party.
Now, though, she'd been called away in a hurry to settle an argument between her brother and her father's sister, and she'd only begged Neji and Hinata, before she rushed out, to wait for her to come back, she shouldn't be too long.
The two of them were thus now sitting in her living-room, on her couch, and Neji couldn't keep his thoughts from returning to the subject.
Hinata having a private house rather than living in the common residence would probably be highly helpful as to their privacy, not to mention the fact that he had seen some of the more traditionalist of the Council members visibly twitch when Hinata had exposed her idea, but still.
There were disadvantages.
"The kitchen is smaller than what you are used to," he said.
It was a euphemism. The kitchen barely qualified as a handkerchief.
"I'm not a great cook," she answered with a shrug and a smile.
And that was certainly not in that place she was going to learn, but it was the least of his concerns. More to the point was the fact that it faced north and would thus never get even a ray of sunlight, but he figured she would wave the argument aside if he pointed it out. It would bother him more than her, he suspected.
"You could probably find bigger houses," he countered. Ones that'd be a little less on the outskirts of the Hyuuga compound, if at all possible. This one was so close to the entrance of the district Neji knew there were ninjas in the village who'd be able to jump from the pillars and the surrounding walls to the roof.
"It wasn't so small."
"It looks bigger because it's empty," Neji said, painfully aware that he was only parroting what Tenten had told him when she had taken her own place.
"Your house when you were a child wasn't a palace either," she observed.
"It was bigger," he said in a tone that was a little cutting. That was true. There had been perks to being the widow and the son of the brother of the clan head. Hard as it was to believe.
"This is more than enough for me," she affirmed.
Ah. Yes. That was the problem, wasn't it?
Neji gritted his teeth.
"For your safety, Hinata-sama, there should be other habitations surrounding yours. Moving into a house closer to the central residence would shorten the time necessary for an intervention, not only on my part, but also from the rest of the ninja either inhabiting or on guard duty."
If she moved in there, he'd have to find a house – as close to hers as possible. All those he'd seen so far where inhabited. And, while he had confidence in his own skills – and hers as well, somewhat – he still held to the idea that it would never be as close as the room over.
She sent him a look, but otherwise let his dismissal of her capacities slip. Neji already had his retort ready, anyway; the non-argument was an old one. Even the best ninja needed a safe haven where they could sleep soundly. And though he wouldn't tell her that, Hinata needed it more than most.
Instead, she smiled briefly.
"Won't your presence be enough, Neji-niisan?"
Uncomprehending, he frowned. Hinata looked away.
"As my protective shadow, you could sleep there."
He stared.
"There are two rooms; instead of a bedroom and an office, the second one would be yours. At least officially," she said as if she was remarking on the weather.
The idea was very attractive. Not that their current arrangement was impractical, but there was just something about having the Council self-righteously think he was living under the same roof as Hinata to protect her, when he could potentially have her under him at any given moment…
He forcefully pushed the fantasy at the back of his mind, before the problem that was making itself known in his groin overcame his willingness to think, or Hinata noticed.
Neji hated having to be the principle of reality there, but unfortunately…
He shook his head.
"I doubt the Hyuuga Council would let their twenty-two-year-old unmarried female clan head live in constant and unwatched contact with her twenty-three-year-old unmarried male protective shadow, particularly as neither of us is particularly renowned for respecting traditions." He paused. "Maybe if we were more than cousins – if we were brother and sister…"
He watched the curve of her neck as Hinata slowly turned her head toward him.
"Aren't we already brother and sister, Neji-niisan?"
Slowly, meaningfully, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the white of her throat as the black veil of her hair slipped away, her eyes never leaving his, before leaning back into the couch. Slowly, meaningfully, she parted her legs in a faint rustle of fabric.
"They'd never suspect."
Neji swallowed. His mouth was suddenly very dry.
He only realised he'd moved when he found himself standing between Hinata's legs, knees touching.
Languidly, she stretched her arms and snaked them around his neck, fisting her hands in his hair and insistently tugging him downwards. Bending, he braced one arm on the back of the couch as Hinata attacked his mouth. Her legs rose to wrap high around his waist, pulling him to her so he needed to climb uncomfortably on the couch as her fingers were already unbuttoning his shirt.
Neji thought quickly. Technically Tenten could come back at any moment, and once a day, he thought, should have been enough for Hinata's semi-public places kink (it worked best, at times, to simply blame it on her) – except if obviously wasn't, neither for her nor for him. And of course, Hinata was one of two kunoichi in the village who wore pants instead of things that were more easily pushed out of the way, the other being the Hokage.
They needed to—
Hinata's hands were running up and down his bare arms when he pulled away.
"Wait," he said, slightly out of breath.
Without meeting her eyes, he glanced at the table – yes, Tenten had left a kunai there. He grasped it, recognising its slightly blunted blade as the weapon his teammate kept for household purposes – she claimed to never be able to remember where she put scissors, and after the second pair she'd lost, had decided to devote one of her kunais to the same uses.
He undid her pants, then nicked the thread that held the seam between the two legs of the pants until they wouldn't need to be taken off – and shredded her panties while he was at it. Hinata looked like she wanted to protest, but finally nodded.
"Good thinking," she said before pulling him down for another kiss.
All the better because the pants could still be zipped up, and the suspicious tear wouldn't be noticeable so long as she didn't sit with her legs wide spread like she was now, but he doubted it was on her mind.
He allowed himself to be pulled down again, slightly amused by Hinata's demanding briskness. Even if she wasn't the timid girl of her early genin years anymore, it was unlikely she'd ever become as exuberant and loud as Naruto, Ino, or even Sakura, and Neji could only imagine their friends would be hard-pressed to reconcile this part of her with the reserved girl they—
He hissed as Hinata's sharp teeth closed on his lip, at the same time as she pumped his erection, a little more harshly than necessary. His hips jerked forward.
The glint in her eyes was saying that he had it coming. She had a point, he grudgingly admitted. He pushed her sideways on the couch until they could both be somehow half-lying in a position that didn't strain his back as much as before.
She moaned as he ran lightly a finger between her legs, teasing her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut when he edged the tip inside her; he could feel her muscles contracting, trying to pull him more fully inside.
Her cheeks were heavily flushed, the clothes adding to the heat of sex, prisoner between the couch and his body, and she was breathing in sharp, quick intakes, as if there was not enough air around her.
Neji moved his finger so the intrusion was a hovering presence under her clit; she tried to push down, groaning, but he quickly removed his hand.
Hinata's covered breasts were heaving.
"Please, Neji-niisan…" she finally begged.
"Yes – Hinata-sama?"
It sounded half like an affirmation, half like a question as he gripped her hips and pushed himself inside her, trying to get more of that almost scalding heat, more and more and more…
Hinata cried out when he slammed into her, the last remnants of his control melted down.
Author:
runespoor7Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smutty drabble, fourth post.
Notes: takes place after 13. House. It gets its own post because the following is, er, getting slightly out of hand.
16. Sister
"Are you sure you want to move in there?" Neji couldn't stop the question from leaving his lips.
Sitting on the couch, Hinata nodded enthusiastically. She refrained from mentioning that they'd just had celebrated by having sex in what would be the bedroom, for which he was grateful.
After the visit and their escapade, they had left the compound for the village itself – Hinata to meet with her team, and Neji because the Hokage supposedly wanted to see him, but she hadn't been available and the chuunin guards had shrugged and asked him to come back the next day – where they'd in turn ran into Tenten who'd taken them to her apartment, so they could discuss the details of how to plan Lee's birthday party.
Now, though, she'd been called away in a hurry to settle an argument between her brother and her father's sister, and she'd only begged Neji and Hinata, before she rushed out, to wait for her to come back, she shouldn't be too long.
The two of them were thus now sitting in her living-room, on her couch, and Neji couldn't keep his thoughts from returning to the subject.
Hinata having a private house rather than living in the common residence would probably be highly helpful as to their privacy, not to mention the fact that he had seen some of the more traditionalist of the Council members visibly twitch when Hinata had exposed her idea, but still.
There were disadvantages.
"The kitchen is smaller than what you are used to," he said.
It was a euphemism. The kitchen barely qualified as a handkerchief.
"I'm not a great cook," she answered with a shrug and a smile.
And that was certainly not in that place she was going to learn, but it was the least of his concerns. More to the point was the fact that it faced north and would thus never get even a ray of sunlight, but he figured she would wave the argument aside if he pointed it out. It would bother him more than her, he suspected.
"You could probably find bigger houses," he countered. Ones that'd be a little less on the outskirts of the Hyuuga compound, if at all possible. This one was so close to the entrance of the district Neji knew there were ninjas in the village who'd be able to jump from the pillars and the surrounding walls to the roof.
"It wasn't so small."
"It looks bigger because it's empty," Neji said, painfully aware that he was only parroting what Tenten had told him when she had taken her own place.
"Your house when you were a child wasn't a palace either," she observed.
"It was bigger," he said in a tone that was a little cutting. That was true. There had been perks to being the widow and the son of the brother of the clan head. Hard as it was to believe.
"This is more than enough for me," she affirmed.
Ah. Yes. That was the problem, wasn't it?
Neji gritted his teeth.
"For your safety, Hinata-sama, there should be other habitations surrounding yours. Moving into a house closer to the central residence would shorten the time necessary for an intervention, not only on my part, but also from the rest of the ninja either inhabiting or on guard duty."
If she moved in there, he'd have to find a house – as close to hers as possible. All those he'd seen so far where inhabited. And, while he had confidence in his own skills – and hers as well, somewhat – he still held to the idea that it would never be as close as the room over.
She sent him a look, but otherwise let his dismissal of her capacities slip. Neji already had his retort ready, anyway; the non-argument was an old one. Even the best ninja needed a safe haven where they could sleep soundly. And though he wouldn't tell her that, Hinata needed it more than most.
Instead, she smiled briefly.
"Won't your presence be enough, Neji-niisan?"
Uncomprehending, he frowned. Hinata looked away.
"As my protective shadow, you could sleep there."
He stared.
"There are two rooms; instead of a bedroom and an office, the second one would be yours. At least officially," she said as if she was remarking on the weather.
The idea was very attractive. Not that their current arrangement was impractical, but there was just something about having the Council self-righteously think he was living under the same roof as Hinata to protect her, when he could potentially have her under him at any given moment…
He forcefully pushed the fantasy at the back of his mind, before the problem that was making itself known in his groin overcame his willingness to think, or Hinata noticed.
Neji hated having to be the principle of reality there, but unfortunately…
He shook his head.
"I doubt the Hyuuga Council would let their twenty-two-year-old unmarried female clan head live in constant and unwatched contact with her twenty-three-year-old unmarried male protective shadow, particularly as neither of us is particularly renowned for respecting traditions." He paused. "Maybe if we were more than cousins – if we were brother and sister…"
He watched the curve of her neck as Hinata slowly turned her head toward him.
"Aren't we already brother and sister, Neji-niisan?"
Slowly, meaningfully, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the white of her throat as the black veil of her hair slipped away, her eyes never leaving his, before leaning back into the couch. Slowly, meaningfully, she parted her legs in a faint rustle of fabric.
"They'd never suspect."
Neji swallowed. His mouth was suddenly very dry.
He only realised he'd moved when he found himself standing between Hinata's legs, knees touching.
Languidly, she stretched her arms and snaked them around his neck, fisting her hands in his hair and insistently tugging him downwards. Bending, he braced one arm on the back of the couch as Hinata attacked his mouth. Her legs rose to wrap high around his waist, pulling him to her so he needed to climb uncomfortably on the couch as her fingers were already unbuttoning his shirt.
Neji thought quickly. Technically Tenten could come back at any moment, and once a day, he thought, should have been enough for Hinata's semi-public places kink (it worked best, at times, to simply blame it on her) – except if obviously wasn't, neither for her nor for him. And of course, Hinata was one of two kunoichi in the village who wore pants instead of things that were more easily pushed out of the way, the other being the Hokage.
They needed to—
Hinata's hands were running up and down his bare arms when he pulled away.
"Wait," he said, slightly out of breath.
Without meeting her eyes, he glanced at the table – yes, Tenten had left a kunai there. He grasped it, recognising its slightly blunted blade as the weapon his teammate kept for household purposes – she claimed to never be able to remember where she put scissors, and after the second pair she'd lost, had decided to devote one of her kunais to the same uses.
He undid her pants, then nicked the thread that held the seam between the two legs of the pants until they wouldn't need to be taken off – and shredded her panties while he was at it. Hinata looked like she wanted to protest, but finally nodded.
"Good thinking," she said before pulling him down for another kiss.
All the better because the pants could still be zipped up, and the suspicious tear wouldn't be noticeable so long as she didn't sit with her legs wide spread like she was now, but he doubted it was on her mind.
He allowed himself to be pulled down again, slightly amused by Hinata's demanding briskness. Even if she wasn't the timid girl of her early genin years anymore, it was unlikely she'd ever become as exuberant and loud as Naruto, Ino, or even Sakura, and Neji could only imagine their friends would be hard-pressed to reconcile this part of her with the reserved girl they—
He hissed as Hinata's sharp teeth closed on his lip, at the same time as she pumped his erection, a little more harshly than necessary. His hips jerked forward.
The glint in her eyes was saying that he had it coming. She had a point, he grudgingly admitted. He pushed her sideways on the couch until they could both be somehow half-lying in a position that didn't strain his back as much as before.
She moaned as he ran lightly a finger between her legs, teasing her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut when he edged the tip inside her; he could feel her muscles contracting, trying to pull him more fully inside.
Her cheeks were heavily flushed, the clothes adding to the heat of sex, prisoner between the couch and his body, and she was breathing in sharp, quick intakes, as if there was not enough air around her.
Neji moved his finger so the intrusion was a hovering presence under her clit; she tried to push down, groaning, but he quickly removed his hand.
Hinata's covered breasts were heaving.
"Please, Neji-niisan…" she finally begged.
"Yes – Hinata-sama?"
It sounded half like an affirmation, half like a question as he gripped her hips and pushed himself inside her, trying to get more of that almost scalding heat, more and more and more…
Hinata cried out when he slammed into her, the last remnants of his control melted down.
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Date: 2007-11-28 01:30 am (UTC)Hinata's kinks = keep-me-from-getting-bored no jutsu! Thus, smut. :DD
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Date: 2007-11-28 06:09 am (UTC)As long as that smut keeps coming, I'm happy with them!