I rubbed my fingers together in the

I rubbed my fingers together in the pockets of my new – well, new to me at least, and apparently very stylish orange coat, trying to warm my hands as I neared the end of the street that led away from the Hokage's residence. My cheeks ached; not because of the brisk autumn air, but because of the smile that had occupied my features from the moment I had left until now.

My footsteps made a soft tapping noise that could barely be heard over the sound of my pounding heart. I tightened my hands around the fabric of the jacket and did my best to calm my breath. I swallowed heavily and stopped moving, pressing my back against the comfortingly warm surface of a nearby shop. Whatever they were making inside was creating a wonderful, sweet-smelling scent. I ignored the intoxicating aroma and allowed myself a much needed moment to relax.

I struggled to stop grinning, to stop the frenetic pattern my heartbeat had adopted and to steady the slightly gasping breaths that left small clouds of condensation in my wake. Perhaps struggle was the wrong word. A struggle implies that, by some chance I could win. And it was extremely apparent that I wasn't going to find any sort of victory here, in the middle of the street leaning up against what looked like a bakery. Maybe the solace of my house would help me collect my thoughts. A nice, hot shower and perhaps a warm beverage surely couldn't hurt. I still clung to the hope that I could get my heart rate back to normal. Then I could reminisce in peace, at least.

With a deep breath I gathered myself and continued at a leisurely pace, head full of thoughts relating to the night before. I still felt partly in shock as I rounded the corner. Not at the events that had occurred, but that I'd kept myself under control. I completely expected to screw everything up and yet, despite my prediction… the night was perfect.

I continued to rack my brain, examining every detail of my evening with Naruto. Trace amounts of heat graced my cheeks when I thought of how physical I had become. Looking back on it, perhaps I was somewhat too forceful with the issue. I vividly recalled practically begging him not to stop. Oddly enough though, I didn't regret anything that I'd done. It simply needed to happen. I just wished I knew what he was thinking.

I sighed lightly upon reaching the gate that separated where I lived from the rest of Konoha. To be perfectly honest, I had no idea what awaited me inside. Memories of leaving a staggering, drunken Tenten with an especially snarky Kiba resurfaced after having been buried by the weight of my time with the love of my life.

I quickly closed the gap between the gate and my front porch, readying myself for the smell of something burning, or blood splattered against a window. Surely something had gone terribly wrong, and my assumptions seemed to be confirmed when I opened the door and heard the sound of glass shattering.

I burst into the den, unsure of what to expect after leaving the two unattended. I was admittedly surprised to find the weapons mistress sprawled out on the sofa. I watched her rhythmic breathing, and the rise and fall of her torso led me to believe that she was sound asleep. Her hair had been released from the usual tight buns that rested atop her head and now spilled around her face. A small quilt that I didn't recognize covered her sleeping form. Akamaru rested at her feet, curled up and looking just as peaceful as the woman he lay near. I couldn't help but smile at the scene. This illusion of tranquility was broken however, when a husky voice began stringing together obscenities from the kitchen.

Completely aware of the sleeping duo on my sofa, I tiptoed toward the kitchen and wasn't surprised to see Kiba standing there, with his hair stuck up at awkward angles. He looked at me with sleepless eyes and, rather than greet me as a friend should, he shook his head and continued picking up pieces of a broken dish.

"You should invest in some dinnerware that doesn't shatter when it's dropped," he grumbled before lumbering toward the trash bin. He cast a glance after disposing of the remains of a fine Suna plate. As if breaking free from some trance that had enveloped him, he abandoned his disheveled and angry look and flashed a smile. He flattened his hair back down with his palms and shook his head to clear the cobwebs and fatigue from his mind.

"If you don't mind me asking," I began cautiously, "what's going on here, Kiba-kun?" He ignored the question for a brief moment. Instead, he rummaged through a cabinet until he found another plate. He set it down on the counter with a clatter and began depositing leftovers onto it.

"You had some food left in the fridge, and I'm hungry. Figured it wouldn't bunch your panties up too much if I grabbed a bite to eat." He dramatically began shoveling the makeshift meal into his mouth. "What did you just ask?" He jumped onto the counter with the dish still in his hand and took another bite. "Something about what I'm doing?"

I scowled at his choice of seat before elaborating. "Well, I just didn't expect you to still be here is all. Could you explain what happened while I was gone last night?"

"Well," he mumbled through a mouthful of food, "you asked me to babysit." He paused and pointed his utensil toward where Tenten still slept. "Figured I'd do what you asked me to, since it was an important night for you and all. And after an hour or two she pretty much tuckered herself out. It got kind of chilly, so I went out and bought a cheap little blanket because I didn't want to dig through your stuff. I didn't want to accidentally see anything too personal."

Despite what he said sounding somewhat rehearsed, I nodded. "Have you been to sleep?" I questioned, focusing on the bags under his eyes.

He shook his head and took another bite. "Tenten slept on the couch. I sure as hell wasn't going to sleep in her bed, and I figured that by the end of the night you might be using yours." He winked, much to my disgust before continuing. "So I figured I'd clean your oven up for ya. After that I hung around, perused through your books, lounged on what furniture wasn't being occupied by drunken bimbos, and enjoyed your cozy little pad. Finally got hungry and now here you are." As if smacked in the face by the hand of some new realization, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth gaped open slightly.

"What?" I asked through a laugh, his new expression still present on his features. "What is it, Kiba-kun? You look surprised."

"That's not your coat," he said plainly.

"It is now."

"You had sex, didn't you, you sly little vixen?" He tossed the half-full plate aside, thankfully not spilling anything. He began furiously sniffing the coat I was wearing before moving upwards, gripping a handful of hair and holding it close to his face.

"Get off of me! What are you doing?" I asked defensively. He complied and released my indigo locks. As if nothing had happened he hopped up to where he had sat previously and continued eating.

"You don't smell like sex," he said calmly, "but I know something happened. There's no way something didn't happen."

I smiled coyly and turned my shoulders slightly. "Well of course something happened. I just don't know if I should tell you or not." I watched in delight as his face twisted up in frustration. He leapt from where he sat and held his eyes close to mine.

"Not again, Hinata-chan," he said with with more than a hint of annoyance. "No more of this 'let's dart around the subject to annoy Kiba' shit. I want some answers." Despite how angry he sounded, I couldn't help but notice his lips twitch slightly before pulling into the smallest of smiles.

"But if I tell you, then who knows who you'll tell? Naruto-kun is probably trying to keep this under wraps. I'll bet that he's not telling anyone, and I shouldn't either." I barely got the words out before his hands gripped my arms.

"Just tell me!" he demanded, shaking me slightly. "I need to know. I've waited years to hear about this and you're not backing out on me now. Just tell me a little bit. That's all I ask. You can keep most of it to yourself but at least tell me something."

"Fine." I raised my hands in defeat and laughed once again when a smile broke out across his face. "I can't tell you everything, but I can tell you that we didn't have sex–"

"You totally wanted to though, right?" His question interrupted me. Heat blossomed in my face but I nodded regardless, unable to lie given the subject of the conversation. Without warning he scooped me up in a hug and spun in a small circle.

"Put me down, Kiba-kun!"

"I knew you'd finally come around!" He complied with my request and released me. "I knew you weren't the wallflower you pretended to be. Okay, let's ignore the fact that you're actually a red hot ball of sexual desire and move on. What else am I allowed to know?"

I shook my head in annoyance and continued. "We almost did, though. I mean, we were…" I was unsure of how to explain what had transpired, especially considering the audience I was dealing with. "I mean, there was physical interaction going on. We kissed, and –"

"Say no more," he interrupted once again. "Not that I don't want to see you cringe when you try to explain every little detail, but I think I know what you're getting at. Just get to the point. If you two got that close, then why did you stop?"

"I can't say," I stated flatly. "You wouldn't understand. That's something I need to keep to myself. I think you know enough for now though, Kiba-kun."

"Not a chance in hell, Hinata-chan. I wanna know why you left the prized stallion in the barn, instead of letting it roam free." It sounded like Kiba had been saving up that particularly crass euphemism for quite some time, waiting for the juiciest moment to use it. "Was it him? Did he call it off? Does that jerk think you're not good enough for him?"

"This is why I didn't want to tell you anything, Kiba-kun. I knew you'd get l

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Aku menggosok jari saya bersama di saku saya baru-Yah, baru bagi saya setidaknya, dan tampaknya sangat stylish mantel oranye, mencoba untuk menghangatkan tangan saya ketika saya mendekati akhir jalan yang mengarah dari Hokage residence. Pipi saya sakit; bukan karena udara musim gugur cepat, tetapi karena senyum yang telah menduduki fitur saya dari saat saya telah meninggalkan sampai sekarang.Jejak saya membuat suara lembut penyadapan yang hampir tidak dapat didengar melalui suara hatiku berdebar. Saya mengencang tanganku di sekitar kain jaket dan melakukan yang terbaik untuk menenangkan napas. Saya menelan berat dan berhenti bergerak, menekan saya kembali terhadap permukaan yang hangat comfortingly toko terdekat. Apa pun yang mereka membuat dalam menciptakan aroma yang indah, berbau manis. Aku mengabaikan aroma memabukkan dan membiarkan diriku yang jauh diperlukan waktu untuk bersantai.Aku berjuang untuk menghentikan menyeringai, untuk menghentikan pola ingar-bingar detak jantungku telah mengadopsi dan mantap napas terengah-engah sedikit yang tersisa awan kecil kondensasi di belakang saya. Mungkin perjuangan adalah kata yang salah. Perjuangan menyiratkan bahwa, secara kebetulan aku bisa menang. Dan itu sangat jelas bahwa aku tidak akan menemukan apapun kemenangan di sini, di tengah jalan miring terhadap apa yang tampak seperti sebuah toko roti. Mungkin penghiburan dari rumah saya akan membantu saya mengumpulkan pikiran saya. Shower bagus, panas, dan mungkin minuman hangat yang pasti tidak bisa terluka. Aku masih berpegang pada harapan bahwa aku bisa mendapatkan denyut jantung kembali ke normal. Kemudian saya bisa bernostalgia dalam damai, setidaknya.Dengan napas saya mengumpulkan sendiri dan melanjutkan di santai, kepala penuh pikiran yang berkaitan dengan malam sebelumnya. Aku masih merasa sebagian di shock sebagai aku dibulatkan sudut. Tidak pada peristiwa yang telah terjadi, tetapi bahwa saya telah menyimpan diri di bawah kontrol. Aku benar-benar berharap untuk mengacaukan segalanya dan belum, meskipun saya prediksi... malam itu sempurna.Aku terus rak otak saya, memeriksa setiap detail dari malam saya dengan Naruto. Jumlah jejak panas menghiasi pipi saya ketika saya pikir bagaimana fisik saya telah menjadi. Melihat kembali di atasnya, mungkin aku agak terlalu kuat dengan masalah. Aku jelas ingat praktis memohon kepadanya untuk tidak berhenti. Anehnya meskipun, aku tidak menyesal apa-apa yang telah saya lakukan. Itu hanya diperlukan untuk terjadi. Aku hanya berharap aku tahu apa yang ia berpikir.Saya menghela napas ringan setelah mencapai pintu gerbang yang memisahkan tempat saya tinggal dari sisa Konoha. Untuk menjadi jujur, aku tidak tahu apa yang menunggu saya di dalam. Kenangan meninggalkan Tenten mengejutkan, mabuk dengan terutama snarky Kiba muncul kembali setelah telah terkubur oleh berat waktu saya dengan cinta hidupku.Aku cepat menutup kesenjangan antara gerbang dan teras depan, mempersiapkan diri untuk bau sesuatu terbakar, atau darah memercik terhadap jendela saya. Pasti sesuatu yang tidak beres, dan asumsi saya sepertinya untuk dikukuhkan ketika saya membuka pintu dan mendengar suara kaca pecah.Aku meledak ke den, tidak yakin apa yang diharapkan setelah meninggalkan dua tanpa pengawasan. Saya terkejut diakui untuk menemukan senjata Nyonya tergeletak keluar di sofa. Aku mengamati pernapasan berirama nya, dan kebangkitan dan kejatuhan torso nya membawaku untuk percaya bahwa dia adalah suara tidur. Rambutnya telah dibebaskan dari roti ketat biasa yang berhenti di atas kepalanya dan sekarang tumpah di sekitar wajahnya. Selimut kecil bahwa saya tidak mengenali menutupi tubuhnya membentuk tidur. Akamaru beristirahat di kakinya, meringkuk dan mencari damai sebagai wanita ia berbaring di dekat. Aku tidak bisa membantu tetapi tersenyum pada adegan. Ilusi ketenangan yang rusak namun, ketika suara serak mulai merangkai kata-kata kotor dari dapur bersama.Benar-benar menyadari duo tidur di sofa saya, saya berjingkat melompat ke arah dapur dan tidak terkejut melihat Kiba berdiri di sana, dengan rambutnya terjebak sampai pada sudut yang canggung. Dia menatapku dengan mata tidur dan, daripada menyapa saya sebagai teman seharusnya, ia menggelengkan kepala dan terus mengambil potongan-potongan dari piring rusak."Anda harus berinvestasi dalam beberapa makan yang tidak menghancurkan ketika itu menjatuhkan," ia menggerutu sebelum lamban menuju ke tong sampah. Ia melemparkan pandangan setelah membuang sisa-sisa piring Suna halus. Seolah-olah melanggar bebas dari beberapa Trans yang telah ditutupi dia, dia meninggalkan berantakan dan marah melihat dan berkelebat senyum. Dia diratakan rambutnya turun dengan telapak tangan Nya dan menggelengkan kepala untuk membersihkan sarang laba-laba dan kelelahan dari pikirannya."If you don't mind me asking," I began cautiously, "what's going on here, Kiba-kun?" He ignored the question for a brief moment. Instead, he rummaged through a cabinet until he found another plate. He set it down on the counter with a clatter and began depositing leftovers onto it."You had some food left in the fridge, and I'm hungry. Figured it wouldn't bunch your panties up too much if I grabbed a bite to eat." He dramatically began shoveling the makeshift meal into his mouth. "What did you just ask?" He jumped onto the counter with the dish still in his hand and took another bite. "Something about what I'm doing?"I scowled at his choice of seat before elaborating. "Well, I just didn't expect you to still be here is all. Could you explain what happened while I was gone last night?""Well," he mumbled through a mouthful of food, "you asked me to babysit." He paused and pointed his utensil toward where Tenten still slept. "Figured I'd do what you asked me to, since it was an important night for you and all. And after an hour or two she pretty much tuckered herself out. It got kind of chilly, so I went out and bought a cheap little blanket because I didn't want to dig through your stuff. I didn't want to accidentally see anything too personal."Despite what he said sounding somewhat rehearsed, I nodded. "Have you been to sleep?" I questioned, focusing on the bags under his eyes.He shook his head and took another bite. "Tenten slept on the couch. I sure as hell wasn't going to sleep in her bed, and I figured that by the end of the night you might be using yours." He winked, much to my disgust before continuing. "So I figured I'd clean your oven up for ya. After that I hung around, perused through your books, lounged on what furniture wasn't being occupied by drunken bimbos, and enjoyed your cozy little pad. Finally got hungry and now here you are." As if smacked in the face by the hand of some new realization, his eyebrows shot up and his mouth gaped open slightly."What?" I asked through a laugh, his new expression still present on his features. "What is it, Kiba-kun? You look surprised.""That's not your coat," he said plainly."It is now.""You had sex, didn't you, you sly little vixen?" He tossed the half-full plate aside, thankfully not spilling anything. He began furiously sniffing the coat I was wearing before moving upwards, gripping a handful of hair and holding it close to his face."Get off of me! What are you doing?" I asked defensively. He complied and released my indigo locks. As if nothing had happened he hopped up to where he had sat previously and continued eating."You don't smell like sex," he said calmly, "but I know something happened. There's no way something didn't happen."I smiled coyly and turned my shoulders slightly. "Well of course something happened. I just don't know if I should tell you or not." I watched in delight as his face twisted up in frustration. He leapt from where he sat and held his eyes close to mine."Not again, Hinata-chan," he said with with more than a hint of annoyance. "No more of this 'let's dart around the subject to annoy Kiba' shit. I want some answers." Despite how angry he sounded, I couldn't help but notice his lips twitch slightly before pulling into the smallest of smiles."But if I tell you, then who knows who you'll tell? Naruto-kun is probably trying to keep this under wraps. I'll bet that he's not telling anyone, and I shouldn't either." I barely got the words out before his hands gripped my arms."Just tell me!" he demanded, shaking me slightly. "I need to know. I've waited years to hear about this and you're not backing out on me now. Just tell me a little bit. That's all I ask. You can keep most of it to yourself but at least tell me something.""Fine." I raised my hands in defeat and laughed once again when a smile broke out across his face. "I can't tell you everything, but I can tell you that we didn't have sex–""You totally wanted to though, right?" His question interrupted me. Heat blossomed in my face but I nodded regardless, unable to lie given the subject of the conversation. Without warning he scooped me up in a hug and spun in a small circle.
"Put me down, Kiba-kun!"

"I knew you'd finally come around!" He complied with my request and released me. "I knew you weren't the wallflower you pretended to be. Okay, let's ignore the fact that you're actually a red hot ball of sexual desire and move on. What else am I allowed to know?"

I shook my head in annoyance and continued. "We almost did, though. I mean, we were…" I was unsure of how to explain what had transpired, especially considering the audience I was dealing with. "I mean, there was physical interaction going on. We kissed, and –"

"Say no more," he interrupted once again. "Not that I don't want to see you cringe when you try to explain every little detail, but I think I know what you're getting at. Just get to the point. If you two got that close, then why did you stop?"

"I can't say," I stated flatly. "You wouldn't understand. That's something I need to keep to myself. I think you know enough for now though, Kiba-kun."

"Not a chance in hell, Hinata-chan. I wanna know why you left the prized stallion in the barn, instead of letting it roam free." It sounded like Kiba had been saving up that particularly crass euphemism for quite some time, waiting for the juiciest moment to use it. "Was it him? Did he call it off? Does that jerk think you're not good enough for him?"

"This is why I didn't want to tell you anything, Kiba-kun. I knew you'd get l