#19. ReleaseNaruto had never exactl

#19. Release

Naruto had never exactly been the kind of person to plan ahead, or even to take the moment to properly think things through. He was prone to becoming overzealous in the heat of the moment, and would often commit to something completely without stopping to consider the consequences of his actions.

It was that nature of his exactly, which is what brought him to this current situation.

Lying on his back, sweat damped bangs falling into his eyes, as the perspiration clouded his vision. A thin trail of the sticky, pale substance dripped onto his abdomen and coated his hand, as it released his now flaccid member.

He hadn't seen Hinata in just over a week now; she was away with her team on a mission. While it is arguable that one week isn't exactly an excruciatingly long period of time, to him, so far, it had felt like an eternity.

He missed her.

He had thought he would be able to withstand the test of time, but apparently he had been wrong.

Incredibly wrong.

It seemed he had underestimated just how much he loved her, how much he needed her.

So, when he woke up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat from a particularly... stimulating dream, he had no choice but to sort himself out.

.

It just wasn't the same this way.

He couldn't thread his fingers through flowing, midnight hair. His hands couldn't grasp at firm, shapely hips, or pert, voluptuous breasts that swayed almost hypnotically with the rhythm of their bodies. He couldn't gaze into that familiar pair of gorgeous lavender irises, hazy with a euphoric sense of desire, or hear the sound of his name, choking desperately from her supple lips.

He loved the way she said his name.

He loved the sounds that he could elicit from the normally timid, soft-spoken Hyuuga heiress with a simple caress of his hands over the smooth contours of her body.

Those same hands now grasped a lone sock that lay beside him on his apartment floor, and Naruto was suddenly almost regretting his earlier actions as he began to wipe himself clean.

This really was the lowest.

At least, that was what he thought until he switched the light out and slumped heavily beneath the crisp sheets. His arms surrounded the pillow set on what was, normally, her side of the bed. Naruto pulled the soft fabric closer to him, burying his nose deeply into it.

It smelled like her.

Normally that familiar, heavily scent, would be enough to make the blonde's eyes grow heavy and cause him to drift gradually off into the welcome arms of sleep. Tonight however, all it seemed to was remind him that she wasn't there. There would be no shapely body to hold in his arms throughout the night, no smooth skin to caress contentedly as he drifted in and out of sleep, and there would be no sweet, gentle whisper of his name, no loving smile or chaste kiss to greet him when he awoke the following morning.

Yep, this officially sucked.

His mind also couldn't help but regard the uncomfortable ache of his lower extremities, straining uncomfortably against his boxer shorts, clearly still not satisfied.

'Maybe I could use a snack', the blonde thought, kicking himself free from his cocoon of linen.

.

It was during the most ungodly of hours that Naruto found himself stirred from the slumber he had sought so hard to find. He had struggled through hours of restlessly tossing and turning, seemingly never being able to remain truly content or comfortable, but in the end it had only taken a second for all that effort to be undone. However, the blonde felt his frustration quickly melt away at the sight that was presented before him.

Flowing, midnight hair spilling over bare shoulder blades.

The gorgeous, lavender irises that shone with an alluring sense of warmth.

Everything that had been missing

"Hinata," he breathed, his voice almost holding a tone of disbelief. Was it possible that he was still asleep? He'd been having a few dreams like this over the past few days. Granted though, none of them had ever seemed this real.

Her supple lips curled in a gentle smile as she moved to embrace him, her lithe arms surrounding him comfortably.

No, this was definitely happening, she was here.

Hinata was finally home.