Hinata doesn't ever want to get out

Hinata doesn't ever want to get out of this bed or part from him, and she knows it seems sappy and clingy, but she can't help it. She loves him.

Carding her hands through his hair, Hinata shifts beneath him. "I need to shower before I head home," she murmurs, turning her face so their cheeks press together. Naruto moves off her, sliding out of her, and props himself up on an elbow beside her.

"Do you want company?" He grins, eyes twinkling again. "It'll save hot water."

"I bet it'll waste it, actually," Hinata giggles, but before she has a chance to argue, Naruto is already up off the bed, walking toward the bathroom.

"You coming, Hinata?"

Blushing, Hinata follows.

(2)

"Naruto…?" Hinata calls into the apartment. She spots his shoes on the mat, so he must be home… Why hadn't he answered the door?

Several ideas come to mind, some of them worse than others, and she listens carefully for a few moments, trying to figure out if he is…indisposed. Upon hearing nothing, Hinata wanders into the apartment, toeing off her sandals at the front door. The grocery bag in her hand rustles with each step, so she stops in the kitchen to put away the food she'd gotten for him, before heading down the hall toward his bedroom.

She drags her fingers along the wall on her way to his bedroom, eyeing the photos he's hung up; pictures of the Konoha Twelve; Team Kakashi; his new genin team; a photo of the two of them. There are at least eight up there now, and happiness fills Hinata at the sight.

When she reaches his closed door, she knocks lightly. "Naruto? Are you in there?"

She hears a groan from within, then, "Hina -chaaaan?"

She opens the door and looks inside; frowning lightly at the mess he's made since the last time she had been in there. He's still lying in bed, blonde head and two blue eyes peeking out at her from beneath the blanket. He'd closed the blinds, but sunlight was filtering in still. When she steps into the room, shutting the door behind her, he lifts up the edge of his blanket. "You're home late."

"It's one in the afternoon," she laughs, choosing to sit on the bed rather than lie down with him. If she lies down, she may never get back up. She'd returned from a mission the night before, and she was still pretty exhausted.

"I meant from your mission. I thought it would only take a week," he whines, pulling her down against him. She wrinkles her nose at the morning breath he has, pinching his lips shut with two fingers.

"I thought you would be a better sensei than Kakashi." At his raised eyebrows, Hinata sighs, "I saw your genin team on the way here; they were sitting at Training Ground Eight and asked me to kick you out of bed." Actually, Ai, the smallest and feistiest on his little team had been a bit sassier than that and used language that Hinata would rather die than say, but he didn't have to know that.

He mumbles something between her fingers that sounds like "Whoops."

Laughing quietly, Hinata sits up and reaches over him, finally removing her fingers from his lips. She throws the curtains open, and is met with three angry glares.

"Go. Away." Naruto calls out, turning away from the sunlight and burrowing his head into the pillow. Hinata wants to do the same, having been caught in bed with him (though she was fully clothed and they had been seeing each other for two years). Ai raps hard against the window, snapping, "Let's go Naruto-sensei!" before the three genin dart off across roofs back toward the training ground.

"I hate Granny Tsunade," Naruto moans into his pillow. Hinata takes a moment to survey the damage of his room in the sunlight, and realizes it's not that—was that her bra? "I hate genin teams."

"They hate you more, I'm sure," she mumbles, moving off the bed to collect her bra and shove it back into the drawer Naruto had deemed as Hers. "Why don't you get up and shower and after you've spent an hour torturing them we can go get something to eat? I have to stop by the Yamanaka's anyhow…"

His arms encircle her waist, mouth pressed against the back of her head When had he gotten out of bed? Either she was really exhausted from the mission, or he was getting better at being sneaky. "Mm, how about I brush my teeth and I can show you how much I missed you…?"

"U-uh, Naruto," she laughs, face burning when his hand wanders up to grab her breast. "We both have things to do today…"

Naruto sighs, mussing up the hair at her neck, before pulling away and grabbing a towel from the rack on the back of his door. "Give me five and I'll walk with you to Ino's."

He returns to her before he can leave, pressing a kiss to her cheek, "Okaeri, Hinata."

Hinata hums at him, watching him head into the bathroom before turning around and getting to work, picking up his dirty laundry and tossing it into the hamper.

Five minutes turns into ten it seems, though Hinata isn't really complaining that much. She'd gotten a lot of work done in those ten minutes; his room looked livable now, and the food that was outdated was thrown into the garbage.

"Stupid water," Naruto is muttering as he walks into the kitchen, pulling on a blue sweater and buttoning his standard jounin pants. "Honestly, I gotta move outta here soon."

"What's wrong with your apartment?" Hinata asks, tossing him an apple she'd bought. He catches it without looking and bites down into it, still scowling. "Everything, this building is so old. Plus I've saved up enough money to buy a new apartment. Maybe I'll send my team on a scouting mission." He grins at the thought, and then nods to Hinata. "You wanna head out?"

"Sure."

(3)

He can see a light on in his apartment on his way back from a meeting with Granny Tsunade. It's either Sakura or Hinata, and his bet is on the latter. Why she is there is something he doesn't know, but Naruto doesn't mind one bit, especially since the meetings lately have had him swamped, and the meetings with her own family have had her stressed and almost irritable. Hopefully that is not the case tonight.

The first thing he does when he enters his new apartment is say, "Tadaima."

It feels nice to finally be able to say that to someone, even though that other someone doesn't live there. For long, his mind supplies for him, or maybe it's Kyuubi just being a dick, but yeah, so maybe he's thinking about asking her to move in, what of it?

Hinata calls back a quiet, "Okaeri." It smells strongly of paint in the house, even with the windows open. The whole house in itself smells new and like her and him mixed together and Naruto loves it, inhaling deeply as he drops his flak jacket off on the coat hanger. It slides off moments later from not being hung up properly, but Naruto ignores it in favor of finding Hinata.

The apartment is spacious and new, which is something Naruto can't really get over. There aren't any watermarks on the ceilings, or pieces of wall missing, just showing the wood and wires behind it. It's also unnerving, being some place new when all he's really known was that little apartment near the Hokage monument, but he'll get over that eventually.

He especially likes the view.

Hinata is bent over, inspecting something at the bottom of a freshly painted wall. He wonders if she knows he's there, and then decides she probably does. There isn't much Hinata doesn't notice.

He notices that she's wearing a pair of his pajama pants, and he especially likes how she fills those out. "Whatcha lookin' at?"

"A mistake."

"Oh," Naruto frowns, coming to stand beside her. He squats down, careful to keep away from the wall, it's still wet and glistening slightly. He scans the wall but doesn't find what she's talking about. Beside him, she stands to her full height and crosses her arms under her breasts, turning away slightly. "I don't see anything."

"I meant to paint the bedroom this colour."

"Oh," Naruto says again. He doesn't really see a problem with the colour. Of course, he doesn't really care what colours the rooms are; he'd let Hinata pick the colours for that very reason, but she seems really upset about it. He frowns when she lets out a sigh, arms dropping to her side. "It doesn't look bad, Hinata. Actually, it looks really nice—"

"But it wasn't my plan. I hadn't planned it." She tells him, sounding exhausted and annoyed. So the meeting today hadn't gone well, Naruto realizes suddenly, standing and watching as she makes her way toward the kitchen. He feels annoyed, though he isn't sure if it's toward her clan or her for letting them get to her. It's not fair, he knows, but he can't help it. He had hoped to come home and christen the new bed, not talk about her problems. This must be what Sasuke goes through. Sakura probably always wants to talk about her feelings.

He makes his way into the kitchen, coming up behind her as she sits at the table. His hands rest on her shoulders, pressing down slightly. He smirks when she relaxes into his touch. "Is everything alright? You seem a little tense.