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why does chapter 5 of the First Heretic read like a scripted play after this point. it's really painful. ig this is intended, especially considering i've already been heavily spoiled i would feel like i'm screaming into a brick wall.
Erebus mogging the entire time is making me scream.
Warnings: Age Gap, Language, Smut, Underage Drinking
Characters: Armie Hammer, Reader,
Pairings: Armie x Reader (Unofficial)
Work Count: 3,861
UnBeta'd
Chapter 4
The next afternoon Y/N left school at noon and went straight to Armie’s. She let herself in with the spare key she never gave back to Armie. Archie, wagging his tail, was excited to see her. She knelt down giving him all the love. She let the pup out and then gave him a treat before walking back into the house. Sitting on the counter was a set of car keys with a note scribbled in Armie’s handwriting.
Here is a small grocery list. The debit card pin is 4673 and the keys to the mustang are on the counter. Enjoy your ride, Pretty Girl, and don’t crash my car. -Armie
P.S. Get yourself something sweet.
Y/N smiled, looking down at the set of keys with the Yale keychain. She smiled as she picked up the set of keys and the shopping list.
When Armie pulled into his driveway that evening, he could hear the bass of music coming from inside his house. He shook his head with a smile as he grabbed his briefcase, locking his car door with a beep of the car alarm. He opened his front door to be greeted by an excited Archie, bouncing around.
“Hey, buddy!” Armie gave Arching a pat on the head then sat his case down, smelling the food in the air. “Y/N?!” He called.
“In here!” She called and he followed the voice. She grabbed the remote to the stereo system, pausing the music. “You have an amazing sound system.”
“Yeah, I’m sure the neighbors really appreciate that.” He told her, placing a kiss to her lips with a smile.
“Sorry.” She shrugged with a guilty expression that Armie found adorable.
“What are you doing?” He asked, shrugging off his jacket. “What smells so good?”
“Well, I decided to make you dinner.”
“You made dinner?” He looked at her surprised. “I didn’t know you knew how to cook.”
“Yes, I can cook!” She nudged him. “Green Beans, a beef roast and some potatoes.”
“It smells delicious.” He places another kiss on her lips. “How was the drive?” He backed her up against the counter.
“Beautiful.” She answered as she kissed him back. “No bums, scrapes or dents." She tells him as he starts kissing down her neck. "Your car is in the condition it was in before and she drives like a dream.”
Armie let his hands go to her ass and lifted her to the countertop with a squeal. “Did you drive with the top down?” He continued to kiss her.
“Top down, windows down, music blaring.” She told him as she let his tongue taste her mouth.
He pulled away and eyed her. “Were you drinking?”
“I may have taken a sip of the tequila.”
“A sip?” He raised a brow.
“Two sips, but I swear that's it!”
He shook his head with a grin. “You could at least pretend I am the adult here.”
“I’m an adult, too!”
“You know what I mean, smartass.” He nipped her neck.
“Behave,” She pushes at his shoulders. “It’s time to eat.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do.” He slides his hands beneath her skirt.
“Ah-ah.” She tuts, pulling his hands away. “That’s dessert.”
“Such a tease.” He hums into her mouth before moving away, letting her hop down from the counter.
They sit at the dinner table, and she sets a plate in front of Armie. “Did you really do this all of this on your own?” He looks from the steaming food in front of him then to her.
“Yes.” She giggled, Sitting in her chair next to him. “I actually enjoy cooking. My grandma taught me years ago.”
“This is missing something.” He says standing. She looks over the table trying to figure out what’s missing when Armie sits back down with two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. “One glass.” He tells her as he pours the dark red liquid into the glass. “And you can’t tell.”
“I won’t, I promise.” She tells him as she sips the wine. “So, how was your day?” She asks as she cuts her roast.
“Hectic.” He tells her as he cuts his own food. “Someone input the data backwards for the meeting and we were scrambling to fix it. Actually,” He pointed to her. “It was the one you did for me a few days ago that saved the day!”
“Really?!” She asked with a squeak in her voice. “The data I entered to test the new software?”
“Yes! Oh my God this is delicious!” He told and she gave a smile, her cheeks blushing at his compliment. “Anyway, I told them I had a copy of the spreadsheet and it matched so we used yours for the budget.”
“That’s awesome!”
“I told your dad that you wanted to try out our new software, so I let you try it out and of course he started bragging how good you were with numbers and much of a good eye you have.”
“Of course he did.” She rolled her eyes.
“I brag about you, too, so I can’t say anything.” He told her as he took another bite of the food. “Oh my God! This really is delicious!”
Y/N gave a smirk. “Thank you! And please tell me that you don’t really brag about me.”
“Of course I do!” He tells her matter of factly. “How can I not?” He reaches over and takes her hand. “You have no idea how incredible you are.” She blushed deeper as he kissed the back of her hand.
After dinner they moved to the back yard and sat by the pool with the bottle of wine between them. Y/N’s feet dangled in the water while Armie sat behind her, her back leaning against his chest. His fingers traced her bare shoulder where he pulled her school shirt off of her arms.
She leaned her head back against his shoulder. “Stay the night.” He whispered in her ear. She lifted her head and looked at him. “Your parents aren’t home. I overheard your dad saying he and your mom are having a three-day weekend and they left tonight.”
“So, are you saying-” Her hand traveled behind her to his waist.
“Uh-uh.” He grabs her hands. “No sex tonight.”
“We don’t have sex.” She sits up, looking back at him.
“Oral sex is still sex.” He looks down at her. “What we do is versions of sex.”
“Then why won’t you fuck me already?”
He couldn’t help the laugh that left him from her frustration. “Because” He pulled her back to lay against his chest, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. “If I just go at you like a horny teen on prom night, I’ll hurt you.” He kisses the top of her head. “This way, messing around like we do, It will give your body a chance to prepare for it.”
“Translations, you have a big dick and this way you can work me open a bit so I'm not hurting like a bitch when we do fuck.”
Armie busted into laughter. “Something like that.” He kissed her head again. “Look, I don’t want the whole time to hurt for you. This way it will only hurt at first. At least that's what I’m going for.”
She looks over at him and tilts her head up. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Good.” He kissed the tip of her nose and she giggled. “Are you sure you’re not drunk?”
“If I have any more wine, I will be. Oh!” She said suddenly and stood, wobbling.
“Woah!” He holds out his hands, taking her waist, standing. “Someone is tipsy.”
“Okay, I may have had more than a sip or two of tequila.” She confessed and Armie laughed again, scooping her up in his arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He sets her down in the kitchen and she scurries to the counter. “You told me to buy something sweet and I wanted these.” She pulls a box out.
“Chocolate covered strawberries.” He hums, pulling one out the box. “Sexy and romantic.” He places the strawberry at her lips, and she takes a bite. He leans in pressing his lips to hers, tasting the semi sweetness of the confection.
They end up a tangled mess on the living room floor, half naked, sweaty and breathless. It took everything in Armie to stop and not take her right there on the living room floor. But they’d been drinking, and he knew if he tried now, he would hurt her.
“Okay, we need to stop.” He let himself fall back on the floor. She climbed on top of him, continuing to spread kissing across his chest and neck. He grabbed her hips, stopping her from moving her hips. “Are you trying to make me cum?” He chuckled, sitting up.
“You know, I'm more sober than you think.”
“Are you?” She nods and Armie smiles into her kiss. “Nice try,” He lifts her and places her butt on the floor between his legs. “But the answer is still no.” He stands, leaving her there.
“Why do you have to be a buzzkill about this?” She stands following him to the bedroom finding him digging around his dresser drawers.
He chuckles. “Because” He looks back at her, tossing her a shirt.
“Because is not an answer.”
Armie turned and grabbed her waist making her yelp. “Don’t be a brat.” He leaned into her ear.
She turned in his arms. “I’m not a brat.” She licks at his lips.
“You’re my brat.” He tells her with a soft kiss. She pulls away and looks at him, the smirk on his face is boyish and gentle. His eyes give a sparkle like deep blue waves on the sea. “Go change. I’m gonna go let Archie out.” He let her go and backed away.
When Armie walks back into his bedroom after letting his pup out he sees Y/N lying face down in his bed with his T-shirt on over her purple panties. She’s curled into a pillow breathing deep and even. He presses a kiss to her head as he walks by to the bathroom.
After changing and brushing his teeth Armie shuts the lights off as he makes his way to his bed. He is careful climbing in, not to wake her. Archie jumps up on the foot of the bed and looks at Y/N laying on the bed. He looks over at Armie then circles around a few times before settling. Armie turns over on his side, reaching over and turning off his bedside table. He starts to relax into his bed when he feels gentle movement followed by an arm wrapping around his middle and pressure against his bare back. He smiles softly, feeling her settle against him.
~~~
When the alarm went off the next morning Armie reached with a yawn, shutting it off. He turned, feeling the pressure still pressed into his side. Y/N, still sound asleep against him. He lifted his hand and pushed the mess of waves from her face. He just stares at her for a while, watching her eyes move beneath her lids. He caresses her cheek with his thumb, a feeling settling in his chest he didn’t recognize.
“Y/N.” He whispered. She scrunched her face and whined while scooting closer to him. He gave a quiet chuckle and wrapped his arms around her. “You need to wake up for school.” Another whine followed by her arms wrapping around him. He gave a chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead and pulled himself out of bed going about his normal morning routine showering, shaving, the whole nine.
Y/N shuffled out of the bed not long after he’d finished. She walked into the kitchen and Armie looked up at her, standing there. He gave a soft chuckle, seeing her in his t-shirt and her dark purple panties, her hair mess. “Why did you get up so early?” She walked over to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair and sitting in the seat next to Armie. “Like, you could have stayed 30 more minutes.”
“I like to stick to routine.” He hands her his cup of coffee and stands. “What time do you got to leave for school?”
She gives a yawn “Like an hour.” She sips from his mug. “Your bed is so freaking comfortable; I didn’t want to move.” He gives a chuckle and places a bowl in front of her on the table. “What’s this?” She looks at the bowl and up to him.
“Oatmeal with fruit.” He told her and she arched her brow. “What, don’t you eat breakfast before school?” He leans back against the counter.
“Yeah, like a Poptart while running out the door.” She smiles while taking a bite of the still steaming food. “Oh, this is good!”
“Just a Poptart?”
“And a coffee.”
“Well, maybe you wouldn’t be so grumpy in the morning if you had a proper breakfast.”
“I am not grumpy in the morning!”
“Oh, you’re not?!” He smirks going over to her. “Then what was that grumbling when I tried to wake you?” He braces his hands on either side of her leaning over the table.
“That was me being too damn comfortable.” She takes another bite of food.
He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Finish eating and I'll finish getting ready. I’ll drop you at school on my way to the office.”
When Armie comes back into the living room Y/N is tying her shoes, fully dressed and ready to go. “Come on.” He stands next to her, holding out a hand.
Armie’s hand stayed in her lap, their fingers laced together the whole drive to her school. She gave him a kiss on his cheek before climbing out of the car and running off to the building. Armie drives away and gets onto the freeway when he looks over and notices she left her sweater in the passenger’s seat. He grabs it and holds it for a moment, a smile creeps across his lips as he holds the fabric to his nose. The scent of jasmine and cinnamon fills him. He gives a huff and shakes his head, tossing the sweater back on the seat.
~~~
Armie sat behind his desk that day and watched his clock tick away the minutes. It didn’t matter what he was doing his thoughts always somehow ended up on Y/N. At noon he grabbed his keys and jacket and locked up his office.
Y/N looked up as she walked to the bus stop and saw that dark gray Porsche and she smiled. Not for the fancy car, but most importantly the man behind the wheel. The window rolled down and he smiled at her, “Need a ride, pretty girl?”
She walked around, getting into the passenger’s seat. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought today was a good day to play hooky.” He shifts the car into drive. “It is a beautiful sunny day and there is a pool in my backyard with our names on it.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, why not?” He smiles over at her, taking her hand. “I never just relax and enjoy myself. I was also thinking that since your parents will be gone all weekend you could stay over again. If you want, that is.”
“Really?” She looks over at him, her smile growing. “I have been dying to spend an afternoon poolside!” She tells him excitedly. “Just stop by my house and I’ll pick up some stuff.”
Armie pulls into the drive of the two-story home outside of the city. Y/N hopped out of the car and turned back hearing the car door slam shut. “What are you doing?” She asked, looking at Armie.
“You’ve seen my entire house; I get to see your bedroom.” He grins walking passed her to the front door.
He follows her into the house, looking at the childhood pictures of her along the way. He smiled at a picture of her dressed as a kitten for Halloween. She couldn’t have been more than seven. Once up the stairs she stops in front of the closed bedroom door. She turned to him with a finger in his face. “You will not mock me for a single thing you see in here. Got it.” Armie holds his hand up in understanding, trying to suppress the smirk that is desperate to appear on his face.
She opens the bedroom door and Armie walks in looking around. He saw the soft lilac walls and flowing white sheer curtains. Books were scattered about her room both educational and for enjoyment. He dug around her desk pulling up a dark brown leather-bound book. “I thought you didn’t keep a diary?” He opened it, looking over the scribbled words and pictures tapped to the pages.
“I don’t. Not really.” She walked over looking at the book. “It’s more of a memories scrapbook. This one is from last summer. The summer before high school I started a scrapbook thing." Y/N went to her closet and pulled out a box, placing it on her bed. "I made one for the summer and one for the school year. I've done it every year since." Armie looked through the books on the bed.
“You don’t mention me in any of these, do you?” He asked with a raised brow.
“Not in that one.” She smirks, walking to the other side of the room.
"Oh, so you do write about me?" Armie smirked, walking over to her.
"I do. But don’t worry, nothing about our arrangement. Though, I do mention how hot I thought you were one year at the summer business party." She walks over to her closet pulling out a box, digging through. “Ah ha!” She pulls a dark blue book out and opens it several pages in. “Right here.” She hands him the book.
Armie looks at the page of an office function, him cut out of a picture and the words MAJOR HOTTIE next to it. He gave a loud laugh. “You are something else.” He grinned, reaching for her, taking her waist pulling her against him. "Thank you,” He kissed her lips. “For respecting my wishes." He kissed her again.
"Oh, don’t get me wrong. I do intend to get a handful of pics of you before this is over with. Just so you know." She smirked before kissing him.
"No evidence." He shook his head, his hands wrapping around her waist..
Armie turned her to the bed and backed her up til she was laying with him on top of her. Her hands tangled into his hair, her nails scraping his scalp. Armie reached a hand, unbuttoning her shirt, kissing down her chest. He feels her nails through his shirt, digging into his shoulders. He kisses back to her lips, tongue eager to taste her again. He slots his thigh between her legs and feels her grind down against him.
“I want you.” She whispers in his ear.
“I know you do, pretty girl.” He bites his lip, looking down at the desperation in her sparkling eyes. He reaches down and touches between her legs, her panties are soaked at her core. “Fuck, baby.” He moans into her mouth. Y/N feels his fingers slide her panties to the side and his long digits massage through her folds. She whines into his mouth as he pushes a finger into her. He massages along her walls, her wetness dripping over his finger. He carefully inserts a second finger, and he feels her hips thrust lightly. He works her, watching her face as her brow furrows and mouth falls open in a silent moan. Kissing down her neck he pumps his fingers tasting her skin, the scent of her perfume fills him, and his head spends. His only focus is getting her to the edge. He pumps his fingers faster, harder, her hips bucking up to meet his movements. “That’s it baby. Show me how much you want it.” That's all it took for her walls to clamp down around his fingers and to gush over his hand. She was arching into him, pulling at his back as he brought her to her peak.
“Oh my-” She couldn't finish, her body still spasming from her orgasm.
“I know, baby.” He tells her softly as he kisses her face, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck.
He continues to kiss over her until her breath is even and calmed. When she finally opens her eyes and looks over at him, he is looking down at her. “If you can do that with your fingers I can’t wait for when we actually sleep together.” She giggles, turning into his chest.
“You and me both.” He kisses her forehead. “Now, pack a bag.” He swats her rear, turning to get out of the bed. He stops at the door, closing it then looks back at her. “Really?!”
“What?” She looks back from where she sat on the edge of the bed.
Armie closes the bedroom door fully and points to the poster on the back. “One Direction?”
“What?! They’re a good band!”
“You and I differ on what we call a good band.” He tells her with a grin as he walks out the room.
When they get to Armie’s they waste no time changing into their swimsuit and jumping into the pool. The afternoon is spent with the two of them wrapped up in one another. Playful touches and sweet kisses as they got lost in their own little world.
As the sun starts to disappear, they lay in lounge chairs taking in the last of the sun. The sound of vibrating makes Armie open his eyes and look towards Y/N. “Is that your phone again?”
“Yeah. My friend keeps blowing up my phone.”
“For what?”
She rolls her eyes. “Prom dresses.”
“Prom? Already?” Armie stood making his way over to her gesturing for her to sit up as he slotted himself behind her, pulling her to lean against him.
“Yeah. My friend is asking for my opinion, again. She’s changed her mind on her dress four times already.”
“What’s your dress look like?”
“Nothing, yet.” She leans against him. “I haven’t gotten one yet.”
“Why not?” He wraps his arms around her shoulders.
I wasn’t gonna go but a boy from school asked me a few days ago so I guess I'm gonna go now.”
He smirks. “I have an idea.” He leans his head against hers, tangling his fingers into hers. “I have a small trip to take next week, only two hours out of the way. They have great shops there for formal wear. We can find some excuse for your parents. Come with me and get you a dress there.” He kissed her temple. “We can stay the night in one of those little renter cabins in the woods.” He nuzzles her face with his nose, as she turns into him, he kisses her.
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The hems of my dreams, in soft
folds, in the breath of the forest,
in the song of a night bird.
I pray quietly for beautiful day,
when the morning still sighs and
the night dew on the leaves shines.
I pray for even one day without
pain in this chest.
@rottingveil / Amaranth : Book: Aurora On The Obscure Path, Ch.5: Crimson Roots & Call Of Bones
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: Top Gun (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell & Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd & Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Reuben "Payback" Fitch & Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado & Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell & Everyone, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Ron "Slider" Kerner & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Ron "Slider" Kerner & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell
Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Ron "Slider" Kerner
Additional Tags: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is a Little Shit, Kid!Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, deaging, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Crack, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Needs A Hug, Protective Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Protective Ron "Slider" Kerner, The Dagger Squad, no beta we die like goose, Maverick and his gaggle of dagger ducklings, ducklings that are of course ready and willing to throw down for their old man
Series: Part 1 of and it stains like blood
Summary:
For the few weeks they’ve known him, it’s clear that Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell is a force of nature that does not tire and does not rest. That is the fact they have carved into their bones from the instant he started flying through the air as though the sky itself were his home, and made all the more true when he brought them back alive against all odds.
Maverick moves mountains. Maverick parts the sea. Maverick is the sun they turn their faces to when “don’t think, just do” races through their heads. It’s that simple.
It just is.
So it really is the weirdest thing when Hondo opens their classroom door with Cyclone and Warlock dogging his step and a kid that Bradley knows straight from his dad’s old photo album, walks in like life had handed them all the most interesting, unneeded batch of lemons they didn’t ask for.
The kid steps forward in overly large clothes with a familiar confidence and surety in his step that they’ve spent so long following.
He clears his throat. “This may be a lot to take in but it’s really me, I’m Maverick-- and no, don’t ask how this happened ‘cause I have no fucking idea.”
Naruto wakes up first. There is a short moment of confusion, as he feels the warmth of another body close to him, but the moment he sees Hinata's black hair under his chin, the moment the bite of his dead arm - that he somehow put under Hinata's head while sleeping - registers in his brain and the calm feeling that washes over his body makes him remember last night, he has to move his hips away from Hinata, as a growing erection starts to show.
He stays unmoving. He has the day off, tomorrow as well, he grimaces as he remembers the reason why, and he can't help but want to lay in bed all day with Hinata by his side.
He remembers their las night and can't help the smirk growing on his face. Can't help but want to experience it all over again.
He stares at Hinata, at her mushed face against his skin. Her mouth is puckered and her breathing is soft and calm. She is naked, just as he is under the futon and Naruto finds himself gazing at her body with hungry eyes.
Okay. Fuck.
He starts thinking about the work that needs to be done in hopes of getting his mind out the gutter, but it only makes him realize he has work left to do and since Hinata is asleep it wouldn't hurt to get to it.
How is he supposed to take his arm out, though?
Naruto is careful as he moves his body, makes sure to put a pillow beneath Hinata's head and when he is free of her tangled body and his arm starts tingling to regain feeling he looks down to look at himself, energetic and standing up. He chuckles, he had once worried about being unable to get it up with a woman he had no feelings for.
One less problem to worry about, then.
Naruto grabs his discarded robe and puts it on. Ponders for a second whether to leave and clean himself up, take care of his hard-on in the bathroom, but then realizes that he wishes to be here when Hinata wakes up, and ends up just cleaning his face in the washbasin. He lets his member stand untouched, he's not ashamed of masturbating in front of his wife -his wife-, but it sure would be awkward if Hinata woke and saw him wanking himself first thing in the morning.
He takes one of the documents he brought with him yesterday, under the look of reproach from Sakura, and reads. He has made a sizeable dent when he hears rustling from his bed -their bed- and turns.
Hinata is sitting there, looking around the place and covering her chest with the futon. Her eyes rest in Naruto and there is a pink of shade that starts to spread from her cheeks that Naruto finds adorable.
"Are you all right?" Naruto gets closer to her, forgetting about his documents immediately, and Hinata looks to her body, as if checking for places that feel weird.
And there are some that feel strange. The most notorious being her groin. There is some sort of soreness that doesn't feel quite like and an ache either, kind of like a muscle you didn't realize was there before. Her thighs squeeze together as memories come back, Naruto on top of her and his face full of desire, and there is a warmth that makes it's way to her lower abdomen with a quickness that fills her with embarrassment. Her hips feel sore too, as well as her thighs, and Hinata remembers Naruto's hand all over her body, and how much she had loved feeling the pressure. How much she had loved feeling him inside her. How much she had loved making love to him. So she means to answer yes and ask for snuggles or something, anything to feel him close to her again. Until she feels herself dripping and she can't help the surprised sound that escapes her as she comes to her knees, worried about making it to the bathroom and then immediately wondering if people would be able to see her in the hallways.
Naruto is right next to her, with a hand at her back and the other at her hand, the one she left up in the air in case she could grab something to wipe herself with. "What's wrong?"
Hinata grabs Naruto's hand, "I'm- I'm dripping."
They lock eyes for a second and Naruto blushes as he understands what she means. He takes the top of his robes off, bringing one sleeve towards her. "Here, let me."
Naruto moves the futon out of the way and Hinata lets herself be exposed. Her thighs press on each other in an attempt to stop the dripping to go down and Naruto places his fingers on top of her thighs to coax her to open them.
Hinata rests her hands on Naruto's now bare shoulders.
Under the light of day, his skin shines and Hinata wishes nothing more than to drag her hands down his body. She feels wetness falling down between her now open legs and Naruto cleans her with quick little dabs of his robe.
Naruto can't take his eyes off Hinata. His cum is dripping down Hinata's thighs and Naruto can feel his penis growing again at the sight. He cleans her with care and then raises his head to her. "Everything all right?"
Hinata's chest is right in front of him and he has a raging erection, so he himself is not all right, but fuck it. "Do you want to go wash ourselves? Eat?"
Naruto's face has a blush Hinata notices immediately and, although trying to hide it, she can see he's hard again.
Before she can think, her mouth moves slowly to find Naruto's and Naruto melts under her touch immediately, he raisees his hands to Hinata's waist and takes off his robe one-handed.
She's under him in a second and Naruto takes a moment to look at her from where he's kneeling. "Sorry," he gulps down, "can we-?"
Hinata nods as her hands reach up to him. Naruto moves towards her, putting his cheek right into Hinata's hand, kissing her palm and moving his hips to let his member touch directly above her entrance. He angles himself to let his erection touch her folds and her clitoris with every movement, grunting with the sensation of Hinata's wetness covering him. Hinata caresses his back and he shivers as Hinata runs her nails across his skin.
He could live in this room forever.
Hinata grabs his face and kisses him, before reaching between them and touching his shaft. "Please," she whispers and Naruto has to shake his head to keep himself in check. He raises and grabs ahold of Hinata's thighs, takes a moment to stare at her, with her hair fanned out, her hands touching his, and he reaches down to guide himself into her. Takes a moment to move his glans between her folds and over her clitoris, making his breath hitch at the touch.
He enters his tip and brings his hand to Hinata again, who grabs it and squeezes as she gives a low moan in pleasure.
He knows the feeling, remembers everything with clarity, and yet, this is new all over again. He can't help but stare at Hinata's body as she squirm under him, he loses his breath as he goes deeper and deeper into her, until his testicles touch Hinata, until he can't go any further. Hinata never lets go of his hand, but her other hand roams free over his chest and shoulders. As Naruto gets ready to move his hips out Hinata lets her hand rest in between them, right above his shaft, with eyes tinkling with expectation.
Her finger touches his length as he pulls out with the softest of touches and Naruto groans again, in tandem with Hinata's open-mouthed moan. As he comes inside her again, Hinata arches her back and lets her hand fall to their bedclothes, grabs a hold of the futon as she presses.
Yesterday, he had been close throughout their whole intercourse, he had felt her body move and squirm and shiver and he had held her close to him, as close as he could. But now they're apart, and Naruto can see much more clearer, the light from the sun is also stronger and Hinata's skins glistens, and he can't help but drag his hand over her abdomen, touching the muscles tensing under him. He grabs her waist and quickens his pace, and Hinata lets go of his hand in an attempt to hold back her own voice.
"No," Naruto's voice is a groan, "don't," he touches her arm, in an attempt to move away her hands from her mouth, "there's no one near," he grunts, and it takes Hinata one second to grab his arms and let her moans fill the room again.
Hinata's chest is mesmerizing, and Naruto finds himself entranced by the movement of her breasts at the rhythm of his own. He feels himself getting closer and closer, and he presses on her, trying to wrap himself further inside, trying to reach deeper, trying to release himself inside of her.
Hinata grabs his hand at her waist, twists herself as if to get herself away from him and yet raising her legs to anchor herself beneath him.
Naruto comes with his eyes closed, too lost in the feeling of Hinata clenching around him and pressing herself to him. His lungs feel like they are unable to breath in properly and he stays in place, looking at Hinata, turned slightly to her side, with her hair sticking to her skin and her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hand comes up to Naruto's forearm and caresses. Naruto crouches towards her, kisses her side and Hinata jolts with a little laugh. She looks at him and Naruto kisses her shoulder next. Hinata turns to him fully and wraps her arms around his neck.
"I'm gonna pull out," Naruto says, and Hinata nods to him and pecks him on the lips. Naruto takes his penis out while they kiss and Hinata gasps as he does, drowning her sounds against his open mouth and Naruto complies happily.
"Are we st-staying in bed all day?"
Naruto bites her lower lip slightly, "if that's what you want."
"I would like that, but can we-," Hinata feels the way her skin sticks to Naruto's and although when making love it doesn't bother her one bit, it now makes her feel uncomfortable, "can we wash up first now?"
Naruto grabs Hinata's clothes and hands it to her, grabs his own and puts it loosely, ready to clean Hinata when she stands.
"Oh, you don't have to-" she tries to stop him, shows him her own robe, "I can clean myself with-"
But Naruto is kneeling, grabs her thigh and brings her close to him before she can say anything else, "please, let me."
The warmth that fills him he now knows won't go away anytime soon.
As they reach the sliding doors, Hinata stops a second and Naruto squeezes her hand, "There's no one near, I made sure of that, don't worry."
Hinata's blush goes down her neck and as they walk down the hallway towards the bathroom she can't help but feel embarrassed. Tomorrow and the days after, everyone will know she and Naruto...
Naruto enters behind her into the bathroom and he takes his robe off. Hinata expected to be shown a separate bathroom, but Naruto extends his hand towards her and gives her a smirk she can't resist.
Hinata takes her clothes off, walks up to him and Naruto lets his hand rest at her lower back as he guides her into the small seat inside, "Come on, I'll clean you up."
Hinata feels embarrassment coming forward, but Naruto looks eager to please her and she doesn't have it in her to deny him this tiny pleasure. She grabs his arm, pulls him down and pecks his lips. She walks immediately after to the seat, so she can't see Naruto's smile blossoming on his face.
