I do not own Naruto.

Warning: Sex in this chapter.

She woke up a few hours later and stretched. She slipped from her place on the couch and made her way to the kitchen. Her phone began buzzing from the other room so she made her way back in there to get it. "Hello?" she asked, not even checking caller id. "Hinata, oh thank goodness." Sakura whispered in relief. Hinata raised a brow at this. "You guys worried about me? You handed me a strange man's keys and said good luck." she mused and Sakura apologized for that. "So, did you find out who owned the bike?" she asked curiously.

"A very tall man. With a very deep voice." she said and Sakura groaned. "Aww... You looked so beautiful last night Hinata, I was sure you'd land a date with someone, I'm sorry." she sighed and Hinata laughed. "Oh, I did land a date... with Mr. very tall." she said and Sakura squealed in excitement. "I just have to let him know when I wanna see him again." she said and Sakura squealed once more.

"Is he hot?" she asked and Hinata sighed as she swapped to hold the phone against her shoulder with her ear as she made a cup of coffee. "That I wouldn't know." she said and Sakura was silent for a moment. "But... you are gonna go on a date with him?" she asked and Hinata sighed. "Yeah. Because I had an amazing time last night thanks to you two." she said and Sakura was still silent. "What's his name?" she asked and Hinata rolled her eyes.

"According to the name he put in my phone, Blue Kawasaki." she said and Sakura groaned. "What a dick." she grumbled and Hinata laughed. "Quite the contrary. He was actually a very nice man." she said and she could hear the brows shoot up Sakura's forehead at this. "Seriously?" she asked and Hinata nodded to herself. "Yep. Gave me a ride home, but when I didn't want to stay home, he took me on a ride until sunrise, then dropped me off at home so I could rest." she said and Sakura whistled at this.

"Out to sunrise? Seriously. Hinata-chan... naughty, naughty." she laughed and Hinata couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips. "Oh, I did find out something though." she said and Sakura waited for her to speak once more, but she was sipping her coffee to help with her headache. "He's one of Hashirama's brothers." she said after a moment and she could tell Sakura was struggling to pick her jaw up off the floor. "Well, that narrows it down to three." she sighed and Hinata smiled.

"I'm going to see if he wants to see me tonight." she said and Sakura made an approving noise. "Good luck!" she said in a sing song voice before she hung up the phone. She looked down to her phone once more and pulled up his contact. 'Hey, Blue, want a backpack today?' she sent the text and her phone beeped a few minutes later as she finished her coffee and rinsed the cup out in her sink. She made her way over to the phone.

'Missing me already, backpack?' was what he had sent back. 'Just taking you up on that offer for a date.' she texted back and he sent her an Lmao. A few seconds later another message came in and she smiled at it. 'Meet me at Madara's bar. Same time tonight, another all-nighter sound good?' he asked and she grinned at the phone. 'Yeah, sounds lovely. You gonna take off the helmet this time?' she asked and set her phone down.

She placed her coffee cup in her dishwasher and made her way upstairs to her room to pick out an outfit for tonight. She was going to look nice for him tonight too. She picked out a shirt Sakura had bought her as a confidence booster. A crop top with a low-cut cleavage and it showed her full belly. She then decided on black faux leather pants and black thick heeled boots to make it easier to step over his bike. She tried it all on and smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked amazing.

She pulled her hair into two braids that fell down her back to make sure her hair was much easier to comb through in the morning. She began applying her makeup and was shocked by how beautiful she found herself. Cat eyed eyeliner and a smoky eyeshadow enhanced the beauty of her eyes and their shape, while deep red lipstick made her lips pop in a seductive way. She felt absolutely amazing and decided she liked this style on her.

She had never gotten this dolled up for anyone before and she didn't know if she would ever do it again if he decided not to stay in town. She did a once over in the mirror once more and was satisfied completely. She took a selfie and sent it to the girls and her phone immediately started blowing up with messages from them. 'Hinata WOW... Sakura sent and the others were all along the same lines.

'Who's the lucky guy?' Temari asked and she smiled at her phone. 'She doesn't know, she calls him Blue.' Sakura said and the chatter resumed amongst the group chat. 'Oooh mystery man.' Tenten said and she giggled. "Tall with a deep voice.' She texted them and they all messaged their excitement to her. 'A Senju no less, He's one of Hashirama's mysterious brothers. But we don't know which one.' Sakura said and the girls all resounded in unanimous 'oooohs'

'I heard one of them was thinking about moving here, but I wasn't sure.' Ino said and Hinata nodded at her phone. She sent the picture that she had taken of him popping the wheelie on his bike and her phone blew up once more. 'OOOH! That was his bike last night!' Ino sent and Hinata giggled once more. 'Yup Tall, dark, and super attractive.' she sent and they were silent a second before they all started spamming her with 'Whats'.

She received a message that wasn't from the group chat and she tapped on it. 'Helmet stays on, Backpack.' he said and she sighed deeply. She was really hoping for him to take it off. She flipped back over to the group chat and read all their messages. 'I only saw a glimpse of his face but I liked what I saw enough to ask him for a date.' she sent and they all began crowing their excitement at her. 'Wanna meet up at the bar and wait for him tonight?' she asked and they all blew up her phone at the same time with yeses.

She called Neji and asked if he could drop her off once more and he agreed. It wasn't fifteen minutes later that he pulled up in her driveway. She grabbed her small leather backpack and tossed it over her shoulder. She slipped into his car and he looked over at her in surprise. "You look lovely, what's the occasion?" he asked and she smiled at him. "I have a date tonight." she said as she fiddled with her fingers. He nodded approvingly and turned to face the mirror so he could back out of her driveway, only stopping when the revving of a motorcycle was heard.

She looked over her shoulder to see that all too familiar blue Kawasaki speeding down her street, only to pull up and pop a wheelie in front of her house yet again. A grin crossed her lips as she watched him fly by blasting music. "I'm guessing that's him?" Neji asked and she nodded. "Yep. He's going to meet me at the bar later." She said and he nodded. "He seems like fun. Hopefully he doesn't do that if you're on the bike." He said and she shook her head.

She was never going to tell anyone the things they did on that bike. "Nope, he's safe with me on there." she said and he nodded as he backed out of her driveway and headed towards the bar. The ride was silent, but she became excited as she saw the bikes all line up across the sidewalk once more. "Another meetup with the guys?" he asked and she nodded with a smile. "Yeah, they're always here to protect me and the ladies from anyone who might flirt with us and we don't want it." She said and he chuckled.

"You have your own personal bodyguards. I'm glad." he said and she waved as she stepped out of the car. It was now six in the afternoon and she could hear the music thumping from outside the bar. There were a few guys lingering outside smoking but she paid them no mind. She made her way inside despite their stares and waved at Madara as he sat at the bar. He choked on his drink the moment she sat down beside him and she giggled behind her hand.

"It must be my lucky day... you look amazing." he said as he touched the braid that fell over her left shoulder. "Sorry, Madara-kun. Not this time either." She said as she pulled her helmet up and sat it on the bar. She looked over and saw an attractive white-haired man sitting all the way down the bar from her, his gaze locked on her. His eyes were wide and he seemed to be taking in her appearance. He appeared to be sipping a soda of some sort because it sure didn't look like alcohol.

She offered him a wave because he kept staring and he cleared his throat and looked away. "Damn Hinata... who's the lucky guy then? If not me?" Madara asked and she smiled as she tapped the helmet once more with the palm of her hand, causing the white-haired man to look her way once more. He didn't give her the creeps like the men outside did, but she was still weary of his staring.

"Ah, Hashirama's brother then. And don't mind Tobirama, he's a harmless flirt." He said motioning to the man at the opposite end of the bar. She leaned closer to Madara and smiled pretty up at him. "What's Hashirama's brother's name?" she asked and he laughed out loud at her, making her cheeks flush pink. "Now why would I tell you that? Besides you rejected being my backpack and I could have given you the ride of your life." he said and she rolled her eyes.

"We both know you mean a different kind of ride and you know it. You're cute but no." she said and he chuckled once more. "Damn, you wound me so. But the offer always stands if Blue don't stay." he said and she peered over at the older man. He was in his late twenties, so he wasn't much older than her... but the idea of dating him didn't seem as alluring as being Blue's backpack did. "Probably still gonna refuse, I'm sorry." she sighed as she waved for the bartender to bring her a drink.

She wasn't going to get as bad off as she had been last night, but she definitely wasn't going to be sober when Blue came for her. She was so excited to see him again it was all she could think about. "He better treat you right." Madara sighed as he propped his head on the hand that was held up on the bar. "He's done good by me so far, so I don't think you need to worry." She heard the man down at the other end of the bar sigh and she glanced his way once more.

He had facial tattoos and they just added to his attractiveness. Not that she was interested in looking to flirt right now, but the option was definitely open if Blue didn't move here. She watched the clock pass by the time and her friends all filed into the bar and began whooping in excitement as the light of the sky darkened to night and the music got louder within the bar. "So, Hinata!" Ino called as she tossed an arm over her shoulder.

"What are your plans with Blue tonight?" she asked and Hinata smiled. "Ride till sunrise." she said wistfully and ino laughed loudly, but before she could make the comment she was going to, Sakura beat her to it. "Him or the bike?" Sakura asked and Hinata blushed but took her shot and leaned her head back. "Probably both, Helmet or no helmet." she said and she heard multiple men choke on their drinks. Hashirama was struggling down at the other end of the bar and the man, Tobirama had a pink tint to his cheeks as he patted Hashirama on the back to resolve his choking.

"Hinata!" Madara scolded as he stopped his own choking spell. She smirked at him as she downed another shot. "I'm just telling the truth. I would have last night if he had let me." she said and another round of choking began. "Sorry for talking about your brother Hashirama, I can't help it. He's just so... hot." she sighed wistfully and Hashirama yelled down the bar at her. "You don't even know what he looks like!" he snapped and Hinata burst out laughing.

"Oh Hashirama, everything about your brother makes my knees weak, I don't even have to see his face." she said and felt the heat rise to her cheeks. It wasn't because of the embarrassment of what she had said, but for the fact the alcohol was hitting her hard tonight. "Did you change whisky, Madara?" she asked and he nodded. "Yeah, got the stronger brand in today." he said and she smirked at him. "I can tell. Because I normally would not be speaking my mind this way." she sighed and folded her arms over the bar top as she swirled the amber liquid around in the glass. The girls all left her to simmer down at the bar and she looked down the way to see Tobirama watching her from the corner of his eyes.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you with all of that." She giggled and he smirked and gave her a one-handed wave. She could see Hashirama whispering to the man and the man whispering back. She wondered if he was one of the regulars around here, because if Blue didn't stay, he would be her next target if she hadn't scared him away already. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed as she sipped her water that Madara had given her to help her sober up.

She nibbled at her fries as well, waiting for the time to pass so she could ride with him once more. Closing time came faster than she thought it would and she looked around to see that everyone had already begun leaving. "How do you feel?" Hashirama asked her as he patted her on the head. "Embarrassed." she sighed and he chuckled. "Yeah... I get that... I'm not saying you can't date my brother, just be careful with him. He has crashed before pulling dumb stunts."

"I know he did some with you last night and the last thing I want is for either of you to get hurt." he said and she nodded with a small smile. "He didn't do anything dangerous; I promise." she said and he sighed. "Not that you'd be honest with me about that, but I'll believe you this time... just don't let him get you hurt. Physically or emotionally. I don't know if he even wants to stay here." he said and she nodded once more, her smile saddening a bit.

"Can't hurt to feel free while I can, right?" she asked and he frowned. "I suppose it can't." he sighed and she smiled up at him. "Sorry I said those things about your brother." she called as he walked away and she watched him shiver in disgust. She giggled behind her hand and walked outside as well. She looked over and saw Blue's bike, but he was nowhere to be seen. She looked around and saw that the creepy guys from earlier were lingering around outside near his bike.

She stood near the wall, waiting for Blue to show, but the men caught sight of her and made their way over to her. She offered them a small smile but she was uncomfortable. "Hey Mama, that your bike?" they asked, seeing the helmet in her hands. "I um..." she began but they closed in on her. "Why don't you take us for a ride, lil mama?" they asked and she crammed herself further into the wall, one of them placing a hand by her head and leaning in closer to her. Madara was already gone and the only bike left was Blue's but he was nowhere to be seen.

Her lip trembled as she smelled the alcohol on his breath, he was so close. Before he could actually reach and touch her, a glove hand grabbed a hold of his and swung it away. "Back off bud this has nothing to do with you." the man snapped and attempted to shove the taller man, but it didn't budge him. Another one of the men reached for her with a knife and Blue turned on him the moment she cried out. He grabbed the man by the wrist and twisted it until he dropped the blade only to then slam him into the wall.

He reached for the third guy and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before he slammed him down on top of the other guy that was already on the ground. When the other man rushed to hit him Blue grabbed him by both wrists and slammed his helmeted head into the man's bare one. He turned to her and she breathed a sigh of relief as all three were down for the count now. "Don't you ever touch MY Backpack." He snarled and she rushed to wrap her arms around his waist, her helmet colliding with his leg.

"Are you ok?" he asked and she nodded as she pulled her helmet to her chest. "You look lovely." he said and she blushed. Thank goodness he hadn't heard anything she had said about him earlier. His swooping in to save her made her feel much more that way about him though. Even though he would probably never know that unless Hashirama told him, which she doubted. "Do you still wanna ride tonight or do you want to go home?" he asked and she turned to face him as she slipped the helmet onto her head.

"I want to ride." she said and he nodded as he closed the gap between them and tapped the chin of her helmet to get her to raise her head for him. "Good girl." he chuckled and she blushed under her helmet. She allowed him to fasten her helmet once more, but his gloved fingers scooped up under the helmet and brushed over her cheek gently. "I'm glad you're ok." he said and she struggled to breathe as he tossed his leg over his bike and offered a hand to her.

"Get on, Backpack." He commanded and she nodded as she tossed her leg up and over the bike and adjusted in her seat. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face into his back, his amused laughter echoing through him as he revved the engine and startled the men who were recovering on the ground. He popped a small wheelie and took off down the street, her still secure to his back.

They rode the freeway for an hour before he pulled off onto an exit and down a long winding road where every lean that he made to turn the bike had them almost touching the ground. This brought a newfound excitement to Hinata. He pulled off on a long driveway in the middle of the countryside and she was enthralled by the tree tunnels they were driving through. "This is beautiful." she yelled and he nodded.

He said something else, but she didn't hear him because of the muffling of his helmet. He started to slow and he turned into a short driveway with a small house at the end. He pulled to a stop in the driveway and hopped off the bike. He motioned for her to wait for him as he strolled up to the house. When he knocked on the door a man with short spiky brown hair and one with half black and half white hair opened the door and stepped out.

She watched him as he flipped up his visor and started talking to them. He handed them something and they stared at him oddly but nodded. They caught sight of her and peered over his shoulders at her. She slipped forward on the bike and crossed her arms to drape them over the fuel tank much like Blue had done. He turned and looked over his shoulder to see they were staring at her and she could see the laughter rumbling through him from where she sat perched on his bike.

It was odd that all of them were awake at this hour, but she supposed they must work night shift like she did. She tapped her long nails on the fuel tank patiently and bit her lip as she watched Blue stroll back over to her, with who she assumed were his brothers behind him. She leaned up on the bike and waved at them as they got closer. She undid her helmet and pulled it from her head and set it on her thigh.

"Hey, I'm Itama, and this is Kawarama." the one with the multicolored hair said as he held out a hand to her. "You must be Backpack." Kawarama mused and she smirked at him, which made him blush. "Permanant Backpack if he'll have me." she mused only for a blush to cross her cheeks as she realized she had said that out loud. "Ah, Backpack, staking claim I see..." he chuckled and she nodded.

"I figured why not; you seem to like me. You beat up three guys over me." she mused and he chuckled once more as he grabbed her chin with his gloved hand. "Only for you, Backpack." he said as he wiggled her chin from side to side gently. She reached up with his keyring in her hand and he took it the way she was holding it, only for her to slip her ring finger through the main ring and laugh. "There, it's official. You can't get rid of me." she said and he shook his head at her.

She was happy he was amused by this, but she knew he probably wasn't going to be moving into her town, which saddened her slightly. She knew he could always come see her though, which gave her hope for a genuine relationship to form between them. "I like her, you should keep this one." Itama said and she looked up at Blue with a smile as she leaned forward and rested her chest on her arms. "Yeah, Big Blue... you should keep me." she whispered flirtatiously and he tilted his head to the side in interest. She could see it in his ruby red eyes that he was drawn in by her tone.

"Might just have to do that, Backpack. Just know there's no turning back when you become my permanent Backpack." he said and she smiled at him and fluttered her eyes at him. "Why would I want to EVER take that back." she asked in the same seductive manner as before and he chuckled as he leaned down to her. "You have no idea what you've just done, Backpack." he whispered huskily and she smirked at him. She wanted to know exactly what she had started with this.

"Alright you guys, it was nice meeting you Hinata, but we think it's time to leave you guys be." Itama said as he grabbed his brother and began pulling him towards the house once more. "You're so hot Hinata! If it doesn't work with him, I'm always here!" Kawarama yelled as he was dragged away. She only laughed at him and his antics as the door closed behind him. She turned back to face the man before her, not once hiding her cleavage from his intense gaze.

His hands were on the handlebars of his bike and he seemed to be gripping them tightly. She looked up and met his gaze once more. It was so filled with unfamiliar emotions that she couldn't read him, but the raised brow was enough to say it was mostly interest. He released the handlebar with one hand and tilted her chin up to him. "You're MY Backpack now." he said and she couldn't help the wobble of her knees with the tone he held.

She was happy she wasn't standing when he had said that or else, she would be on the ground. He released her chin and slipped her helmet gently over her head, securing it tightly once more. She allowed the blush to rise to her cheeks as he lifted her up and scooted her to the back of the bike like she weighed nothing. He tossed his leg over the bike and adjusted himself in his seat as she slipped down to press herself against his back once more.

With a rev of the engine, he spun out in the driveway and turned them around and took off down the country roads once more. He was driving at a steady, legal pace as he made his way back up to the highway and back on the freeway. He turned up the music to max volume and he began rocking his head as he drove. When they were on the straight stretch of freeway once more, he released the handlebars and reached to pull her hips closer to his back.

He then held them out to both sides and began to weave from lane to lane free handed. After a bit he placed his hands back on the handles and drove normally. She supposed he was embracing the freedom riding gave him as well. She began to feel flirtatious once more and one of her hands dipped down and found their intended target of the crotch of his biking pants. She cupped him there and felt him jolt slightly, only to turn and look at her over his shoulder.

He might have figured it was a one-time thing as he didn't reach to pull her hand away from him. She bit her lip and ran her thumb over him once more, this time he didn't jolt but amused chuckles rumbled through his chest even though she couldn't hear them over the music. She kept doing this until she felt him start to swell beneath her hand. She didn't release her lip from between her teeth, but she cupped him a little tighter.

He reached down with one hand and pried her hand away from him, but he gave up when her hand found its way there once more. Her other hand ran up his chest and began tracing shapes into his chest. He started to slow down and she realized they were pulling into a gas station once more. He pulled up to a pump and kicked down the stand to his bike and leaned it over. He stepped off his bike and looked at her and shook his head at her.

She smirked at him from under the protection of her helmet as she took in the bulge she had created in his pants. He paid for gas at the pump and filled up his tank once more. She slipped back up the bike and into her seat when she thought he was ready to hop back on the bike but he shook his head and scooted her down to the fuel tank and hopped on behind her. She furrowed her brows and looked back at him, but his hand found its way to her exposed hip and trailed over her flat stomach.

"You've lost backpack privileges for the night." He rumbled and she rolled her eyes. She could still bother him on the way home. He jolted off once more and she scooted her rump backwards and began rubbing her backside against him. He reached around her and turned the music down once more. "If you are going to keep doing that, you'll regret it." he warned and she laughed as she did it once more. He pulled over to the side of the road and pulled his riding gloves off and crammed them under the seat. Soon enough they were off towards her home once more.

This time when she tried to rub herself against him, he pulled her flush against him with one hand and he trailed his warm hand over her stomach and up her ribs. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what he was doing. His fingers trailed up under her shirt and they found her breast and began to squeeze gently, rolling the mound of flesh in the palm of his hand. She hadn't worn a bra so her cleavage would be more prominent to his gaze, but it just gave him easier access to her.

She sighed in relief as his hand trailed back down and away from her breasts once more. However, his offending hand wasn't done yet. It continued to trail lower and slipped into the hem of her faux leather. It continued lower until they hit a slight bump and he took that opportunity to slip his fingers inside her. She hitched a breath and tried to move her hips, but that only moved the fingers deeper within her.

Her continued to wiggle those fingers the entire bumpy drive to her house and her knees were beginning to tremble as he leaned against her back and she could feel his hardness throbbing against her rump. When he pulled up into her driveway, he pulled all the way up and into the opening garage. She had managed to click the button to open it with her shaky fingers. It wasn't helping her predicament that the rumbling vibrations of the motorcycle we trailing up through his fingers and against her sensitive nerves down there. He kicked the kick stand down and revved the engine twice as he pushed her closer to the rumbling engine.

He knew what this was doing to her and he was going to make her cum this way. He shoved her a little closer and held the handle fully open until she clamped down around his fingers and she leaned forward against the bike and released a fevered moan as she came all over his fingers. He pulled them out of her as she struggled to get her helmet off. When she got it off her legs were still trembling from her orgasm. He held the two fingers in front of her and she took them in her mouth and cleaned them off.

Sensing he liked the feeling of her sucking on his fingers, she swirled her tongue around the tips of them. She pulled away and closed the garage door once more. She shakily slipped off the bike and he reached to turn it off, however, he did not remove himself from the bike. He just pointed at her pants and motioned for her to drop them. She did so and made her way over to him and climbed up on the bike once more. He released himself from within the confines of his pants and she just stared in awe at his pulsating erection. She wasn't sure how this was going to work being on the bike but she allowed him to do what he pleased with her.

He placed his hands on her bare rump and began running his hands over it and squeezing it. She looked back at him and he began rubbing his erection over her dripping core as if to gather lubricant to go in. She bit her lip and tried to lower her hips onto him, but he gripped her hip tightly and shook his head. She whimpered as she looked back at him and he moved her to hang over his handlebars.

He then pressed himself within her, causing her to moan, to which he placed a hand over her mouth. With his other hand he lifted his visor and once that hand found its way back to her hip, he began slamming himself within her, causing the bike to rock back and forth. He removed the hands from her hip and mouth to grab the handlebars and steady the moving bike as he buried himself within her repeatedly.

She released little noises with every single thrust, but the excitement of her fucking him on his prized bike was turning her on all the more. He removed his hand from one of the handlebars to pull her shirt up and let her breast fall free. He reached up and grabbed one of the mounds and began massaging it as he continued to bury himself deep within her. She could feel when he was coming by the feel of his throbbing changing.

He slammed his hips up towards hers once more and began slowly moving within her, not pulling far out like he had been before. When he was finished, he turned her to face him on the bike. Which was no easy task without removing himself from her, but he managed it just fine. He released the other handle and ran both of his hands up her pale stomach and over her breasts to massage them once more.

He blinked slowly at her from his helmet and moved to release her breasts to trail his hands down her form. She bit her lip as she looked up at him and he was leaning up to grab her braids in his hands and twirl them around between his fingers. "Do you want to move, Backpack?" he asked and she shook her head. She was perfectly content allowing him to take in her form with those appraising red eyes of his.

He reached around behind her and pulled her up to him. She placed a kiss on the part of the helmet covering his mouth and he chuckled, this time it rumbled over her bare flesh and she had to admit she was turned on once more. She had been so turned on by the whole encounter. It was something about him having the helmet on while he fucked her that sent her imagination wild. He reached up and trailed his hands up her stomach and over her breasts once more, but then allowed them to drop down to her thighs and draw circles there.

"Do you see what kind of punishment you get for misbehaving, Backpack?" he sighed and she grinned up at him. "I have to say I rather enjoyed it. Round two, my bed next time?" she asked and his red eyes swam with desire at this. "Perhaps tomorrow night?" he asked and she nodded. He reached up to remove his helmet but she pulled his hands away from it. "Meet me in the bar tomorrow night and you can show me your face then." she said and he nodded.

"For now... I'm going to go in and rest. You can sleep here tonight if you wish." she offered and he chuckled as he pulled himself out of her. A sadness filled her as he did this and lifted her to set her on the ground. She tucked her bangs behind her ears and leaned down to his member and took it in her mouth, cleaning it of their combined ecstasy. He nodded at her and ruffled her hair as he tucked himself away within his jeans once more. "You might find out my secret identity if I do that." he mused and she giggled.

She pulled her blouse back to where it was supposed to be and slipped her pants back on. She walked back over to him and kissed his helmet once more as he reached up and pressed the forehead of it to her forehead. She clicked the button to open her garage once more, eyeing the gift she had left on his handlebar and he rolled the bike backwards and out of the garage with a wave goodbye. He carefully pulled out of her driveway and took off down the street.

She heard her phone buzzing from her bag and she made her way over to it. She pulled out her phone and answered it. "Hinata, we have been trying to call for an hour, what happened?" Ino asked and Sakura yelled a yeah what happened from the background. "I took a ride." she said and they sighed. "On him or the bike?" they asked and she giggled. "On him ON the bike." she said and Ino wolf whistled into the phone as she closed the garage and made her way inside.

"Damn girl... I might have to try that sometime." Ino said and Hinata laughed at this. "We have another date tomorrow." she said and they hemmed curiously. "Did you find out who he is?" she asked and Hinata sighed. "We did it with the helmet on." she said and she could hear the two women sputtering on the other side. "H-Hinata!" they scolded and she laughed. "In his defense, he was going to remove the helmet after but I stopped him." she said and the two of them laughed.

"Who knew you had a helmet kink Hinata." they mused and she shrugged. She didn't even know it was a thing until she was doing it honestly. "Well ladies, I'm going to bed." she said and they said their goodbyes as she tucked herself into bed.

:-:-: Tobirama :-:-:

After she messaged him, he decided he was going to head on over to the bar. He had nothing better to do either way. He set his bag with his biker gear over the bar and the bartender set it in the floor for him. They all knew the drill. He looked down the bar to see Madara in his usual place sipping a from a shot glass. He should just go ahead and down it already instead of nursing it. He ordered himself a glass of soda instead of his usual alcohol. He wanted to be fully sober for his ride with Hinata tonight.

"Hey Tobi." Hashirama called out to him and he eyed his brother wearily. He wasn't sure if he was going to get a stern talking to or a friendly chat right now. He raised a brow as his brother slipped to sit beside him. "You gonna start a fight?" he asked and his brother shook his head. "Nope. I can see I can't talk you out of it, but just know... SHE comes around the bar sometimes to flirt with Madara." He said and He felt his lip twitch up into a slight sneer at the mere mention of her, name mentioned or not.

The internal rage he felt at the mention of that woman made his fingers twitch. "Sorry I brought her up I just thought you should know." Hashirama sighed and he nodded. He liked to know these things beforehand, but it was fine. It had no effect on his plans for the night as long as she didn't show up. The tall woman should mind her business if she were to see him, at least he hoped the bitch would.

That woman was the whole reason he and Madara hadn't talked until recently. He resumed his friendship with the man and cut her out of his life. He could have forgiven her for making him drop his bike that night because they ended up ok, but the reason he dropped it was the reason he hated her entire being. After he cleared his head of the thought and looked down the bar at the ebony haired Uchiha, he sighed.

The man met his gaze and waved at him from across the way. He could forgive his friend, but never HER she had known better. He looked back to Hashirama and sighed once more. "Anything else?" he asked and his brother smiled and jerked his head to the door for him to look. He slipped his head to the doorway and his breath caught in his lungs as he caught sight of her.

Twin braids fell over her exposed cleavage and his eyes travelled lower to see her smooth stomach was once again revealed to his gaze. A smirk crossed his lips as he appraised her entire form. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that. But he was going to have to teach her how to dress for the slide, not the ride. He watched as she slipped into the same seat as last night next to Madara.

He wasn't worried about the flirting the man was doing. It was harmless, but what amused him was that Madara called him the harmless flirt. He was far from the harmless flirt Madara claimed him to be, especially with Hinata. For some reason he actually meant it when he flirted with her, unlike the others. He glanced back over to her, and it wasn't because she was beautiful that was just an added bonus.

There was just something else about her that drew him in. He sipped his drink and sighed. A woman approached him from his right side and he shook his head at her before she could even get the words out. He wasn't interested in her in the slightest. He had to admit he was listening in on Hinata's conversation with Madara and that was all he was interested in. She only spoke good things about him and seemed just as interested in him as he was in her. He perked up when he heard her friend ask her what her plans were with him.

"Ride till sunrise." she said and he nodded. He could do that again. He was not expecting the next thing she said though. "Him or the bike?" her friend asked and he chuckled, but that amusement was caught in his throat the moment she spoke once more. "Probably both, helmet or no helmet." He was mid sip on his drink when she said it too. He coughed and pounded a hand to his chest roughly.

Hashirama was less dignified though, he was steadily choking on his words and sputtering indignantly. He couldn't help the heat that washed over his cheeks as he patted his brother on the back. That was definitely more than the poor man needed to know, but it was definitely something he himself had wanted to hear. She was just as into him as he was into her. He nipped his lower lip and wondered if he was even going to try for that tonight. The respectful thing would be not to, which he was trying to take this slow with her. But... If she desired it, who was he to tell the woman no? She was an adult after all.

He glanced down the bar at her once more and he caught her looking at him. She offered a tiny wave and blushed as she spoke. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you with that." She sighed and he offered her a wave to tell her that it was fine. He just had not been expecting that from the girl who could barely stand after he had shushed her. Another chuckle rumbled through his chest and his brother looked over to him.

"You didn't even try..." he said in awe and he smirked at Hashirama. "And neither did she." he said and Hashirama gave him an odd look. "What do you mean?" he asked and Tobirama sighed. He wasn't sure if he honestly wanted to explain it to his brother or not, but he was going to in non-explicit terms. "I want her." he said and Hashirama sighed and buried his face in his hands. "Not sexually. Don't think that way." he griped and Hashirama raised a brow at him.

"I mean... I do, but... I want her as my permanent backpack, if she'll have me." He said and Hashirama blinked at him curiously. "Did you... did you fall in love with her because she didn't wanna get off your bike???" he asked quizzically and Tobirama felt the heat rush to his face. He wasn't exactly going to use the love word; but he was going to say he would wife her up, because finding a girl that doesn't bitch about the way he rides is a rarity. The love thing could come later or sooner, he didn't know yet. He would see tonight he supposed.

He looked back to her and he chuckled as he noticed Madara had given her food and water to help sober her up some. He would have to remember to thank the man later when he got the chance. He sipped his soda and looked up at the clock. It was still way off from time to go and he sighed. He found himself wanting time to speed up some. He craved the feeling of her arms wrapped around him from behind.

He wanted to show her his face... he wanted to tell her his name, but he was enjoying seeing her try so hard to catch a glimpse. He enjoyed their little game. "Tobi... Don't get yourself hurt. And don't sleep with her tonight. Give it some time and see if you two are actually a good match for one another." Hashirama said and he gave his brother a dirty look. He could understand worrying about Hinata, but he didn't need him worrying about him too.

"You fall fast Tobi... and when you fall fast you fall hard... what if she doesn't feel the same after tonight and it turns out you did fall in love with her? What will you do then?" Hashirama asked softly and he supposed the response his brother was not looking for would be the one of 'Wipe out on the pavement and hope I don't wake up.' But he wasn't going to say that one out loud his brother definitely wouldn't appreciate that.

"I'll ride it out." he said and Hashirama sighed. Tobirama knew his older brother knew him better than that little phrase. "You'll wipe out you mean?" he sighed and Tobirama folded his hands behind his head as he pulled his left foot up to sit on the rung of his barstool. "Can neither confirm or deny that because you wouldn't like the confirmation nor the denial. You would never be satisfied." he said and Hashirama gripped the bar top.

"You should text her and say something has you caught up and you won't be able to make it. I worry about you Tobi." Hashirama said, not once meeting his gaze. He shook his head. "Not a chance. I promised her and that would only hurt her feelings. You keep trying to spare her feelings, but don't want me to spare them tonight cause you're trying to spare mine tonight. Don't spare mine, im a grown man not a kid. The time to make choices for me ended when I turned 18." Tobirama sighed and downed the rest of his soda.

"Fine. I won't spare you of the heartbreak if it happens. But don't you dare go out and purposefully wipe out because you think you have nothing left." he warned and tobirama smirked. "I risk that every time I get on that bike. But you don't see me actively trying to wipe out. If it happens it happens. It is what it is man." he said and Hashirama sighed once more and frowned at him. "And you wonder why I worry. We all risk it every day, but none of the rest of us have the mentality of screw it let me crash because someone doesn't love them back." He growled and Tobirama looked over at him and raised a brow.

"I was going to marry that bitch but then she did that to me and yet I didn't go smear myself across the pavement." he said and Hashirama glared at him. "But you did crash your bike when you found out." he said and Tobirama rolled his eyes. "Only because she was bawling her eyeballs out trying to apologize for screwing my friend. She's the one who decided it was smart hit the brakes while I was going almost eighty down the interstate." he grumbled and Hashirama went silent. He stood and it seemed he had nothing more to say to the him.

He watched as he walked over to Madara and sat down over there. They were going to close together tonight he supposed. He leaned over the barstool upon seeing Hinata head outside with the helmet in tow. He rushed to the bathroom and tore open his backpack to get his gear out. It was harder to get into than it looked and he struggled to pull it on in his haste. He jogged out the back door past Hashirama and Madara and around the alleyway of the building.

He heard voices when he got around to the edge of the front. The moment he saw them cornering her rage flew through his being. The next thing he knew he was slamming his helmet into the last man's forehead. He shoved him onto the pile of his goons and he looked over to her. "Don't ever touch my backpack." he snarled at the downed men, the last of the trio looking up at him in shock. She rushed and wrapped her arms around him tightly. He sighed in relief as she was alright it seemed.

He tossed his leg over his bike and looked to see she watching him once more. "Get on, Backpack." He said and she nodded as she rushed over to him. He thought about everything Hashirama had said to him throughout the entire ride to his house that he shared with his younger brothers. He knew his brother was right about some things. He knew he fell hard for people, but it was only certain ones... like her...

He looked to his mirror and took in the sight of his backpack enjoying the ride. He knew the moment he laid his hands on those guys that it was happening all over again. The descent into his madness. He just hoped it didn't end up with his bike skidding across pavement once more. "This is beautiful!" She yelled and he nodded. He decided he was going to take a chance here. "Not as beautiful as you are." he said back, hoping desperately she had heard him.

He pulled up in the driveway of his house and he parked the bike. He stepped off and she made a move to do so as well but he held up a hand and shook his head at her. He made his way to the door and knocked. The moment the door opened his younger brothers were staring at him oddly. "So, ive decided what I'm going to do." he said and held up the keys to his house. Itama took them with a questioning look.

"Tobi..." he jerked his head to the side and they looked over his shoulders to look at what he was trying to show them. The moment he saw a dirty blush cross Kawarama's cheeks he looked back at her to see what she could possibly doing to make him grin like that. His eyes landed on her perched atop his bike in his seat. Her arms resting over the fuel tank and her chest resting atop those arms. She had her stomach flat against the seat and her hips were elevated just enough to show off her rump.

He bit his lip and wondered if she realized how alluring that was to him. A woman who wanted to be looked at on a bike. He knew she was doing it to catch his attention and it had worked. She was going to be his backpack permanently if he had anything to say about it. He turned bacl to his brothers and laughed as they stared at her. "Pick up your jaws, she's mine." he said and Kawarama sighed wistfully. "Wanna know the best part? She doesn't even know my name or what I look like." he said and they stared at him in shock.

"Tobi..." "Dont worry, I'm going to tell her my name and show her what I look like, but right now she seems perfectly content with knowing me as I am. Come on watch this." he said as he waved for them to follow him. He wasn't doing it to be mean to her, it just seemed her preference at the moment to not know who he was. She leaned up on the bike and waved at them as they got closer. He watched as she pulled her helmet off and set it on her thigh, a smirk crossing his lips as she leaned the slightest bit forward with that movement.

"Hey, I'm Itama, and this is Kawarama." his brother greeted her and held a hand out to her which she took. "You must be Backpack." Kawarama said and he watched as a wicked smirk crossed her lips. "Permanant Backpack if he'll have me." she said only for a blush to cross her cheeks soon after. He tilted his head to watch her at this. It roused a feeling deep within him that he thought he would never feel again. "Ah, Backpack, staking claim I see..." he chuckled and she nodded.

"I figured why not; you seem to like me. You beat up three guys over me." she mused and he chuckled once more as he grabbed her chin with his gloved hand. "Only for you, Backpack." he said as he wiggled her chin from side to side gently. She had no idea what she was doing to him in this moment, but she would soon learn. She reached up with his keyring in her hand and he took it the way she was holding it, only for her to slip her ring finger through the main ring and laugh. "There, it's official. You can't get rid of me." she said and he shook his head at her.

He closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing once more, because he was about to have a stroke if she kept this up. "I like her, you should keep this one." Itama said and she looked up at him with a smile as she leaned forward and rested her chest on her arms once more. "Yeah, Big Blue... you should keep me." she whispered flirtatiously and he tilted his head to the side in interest yet again. She was doing this to rile him up, perhaps she had gotten tired of him being the only one to flirt?

"Might just have to do that, Backpack. Just know there's no turning back when you become my permanent Backpack." he said and she smiled and fluttered her eyes at him. "Why would I want to EVER take that back." she asked in the same seductive manner as before and he chuckled as he leaned down to her. If he hadnt had his helmet on he would have kissed her in that very moment. "You have no idea what you've just done, Backpack." he whispered huskily and she smirked at him.

"Alright you guys, it was nice meeting you Hinata, but we think it's time to leave you guys be." Itama said as he grabbed his brother and began pulling him towards the house once more. "You're so hot Hinata! If it doesn't work with him, I'm always here!" Kawarama yelled as he was dragged away. She only laughed at him before turning back to look him in the eyes once more. His eyes drifted down to the cleavage that was steadily being shifted up for his viewing pleasure.

His hands were on the handlebars of his bike and he gripped them tightly, the thought of them being her hips flashed through his mind and he shoved it back into the depths. He wasn't supposed to sleep with her tonight, but the idea of it seemed awfully tempting because of how she was flirting with him. He released the handlebar with one hand and tilted her chin up to him. "You're MY Backpack now." he said and he watched as her legs slipped down the sides of his bike, her fingers gripping the seat in front of her.

He released her chin and reached for the smooth skin of her waist. He grabbed her hips and scooted her up to her seat once more after securing her helmet to her head. He felt her shiver under his touch and he wondered if she was getting cold. She didn't feel like it. He tossed his leg over the bike and she slipped down to press herself against his back once more. When she didn't shiver anymore, he decided it wasn't because she was cold.

He turned the bike on once more and took off back to the freeway. He decided he was going to take it easy on the way back and he drove the speed limit, much unlike he usually did. He turned up the music to max volume and he began rocking his head as he drove. When they were on the straight stretch of freeway once more, he released the handlebars and reached to pull her hips closer to his back, seeing as she had slipped backwards a little bit.

He then held them out to both sides and began to weave from lane to lane free handed. After a bit he placed his hands back on the handles and drove normally. He supposed he didn't want to worry her, seeing as he had not driven without his hands on the handlebars the night before. He didn't want to scare her. He felt one of her hands move, but he didn't think too much of it until she dug it down between his thighs and squeezed lightly. He jumped slightly, not expecting the contact.

He turned to look back at her and she made no move to acknowledge what she had done. He shook his head and furrowed his brows as he continued to focus on driving. That was when he felt the offending hand moving. Little strokes of her finger over him made his eyes want to roll up in his head. He had never had a backpack be so blatant in what they wanted before and it turned him on. He focused on the feeling of her hand being there, the warmth that emanated through his leather pants made him bite his tongue.

He knew he was going to have to stop to adjust himself because the way he was sitting now was cramping it in a very uncomfortable manner. Desperate chuckled fell through him as he reached and pulled her offending hand away. As soon as his hand touched the handlebar once more, it was right back there and she squeezed it gently. He slipped his lower jaw from side to side in irritation. He looked up to see another gas station coming up on the next exit.

He was pulling into the lane to get off when her other hand trailed up his chest and began tracing shapes into the leather. He sighed as he pulled into the gas station. He knew he had to do something or he was going to end up sleeping with her. He had no self-control when it came to the woman and she was making it even harder on him... Literally and figuratively. He was trying so very hard to make sure his brother's wishes were met, because he knew his brother was right... he did fall in love easily.

He had his suspicions that it was happening here already and he wanted to fight it. But he also didn't. He turned back to the bike and she scooted back up the bike so he could get on, but he pulled her flush against the fuel tank and slipped on behind her. She looked back at him but he was paying attention to the exposed flesh beneath his palm. He rubbed his hand over her hip and then over her stomach. Her skin was so flawless and smooth. "You've lost backpack privileges for the night." he said and she continued to look at him.

He took off out of the parking lot and noticed her hips shifting from side to side. He leaned his head to the side and sighed once more. His eyes narrowed as she pushed herself completely against him and started doing it again. "If you are going to keep doing that, you'll regret it." he warned gruffly, but she laughed and slowly pressed herself against him and did it again. Taunting him with every slow movement of her hips.

Fuck it. He was going to give her what she was asking for.

He pulled off on the side of the street and looked around to make sure there was no one nearby. He grumbled under his breath but she just watched him as he lifted her off the bike and stored his gloves under the seat. She really didn't know what she was asking for, teasing him in this manner. He slipped his eyes shut and knew that he was about to fuck up everything he had been working towards. And he was going to do it with pride, because he wasn't going to let her go unpunished.

Teasing is a two way street and it was his turn. They hopped back on the bike and took off once more. When she tried to pull the same thing once more he removed his hand from the handlebar and slipped it over her stomach and up towards her chest. He used one finger to lift the fabric and the rest followed it under to their treasure. He resisted the urge to close his eyes as he took in the feel of her skin. So smooth and unblemished.

After a while it seemed she had caught the hint and stopped rubbing herself against his groin. He was wrong as her hips slipped across him once more. He trailed his hand down and into the hem of her pants. She tried to pull her hips up to escape his fingers and he chuckled as this gave him easier access to her. He could feel the heat from her pressing against his groin and he was trying his hardest not to think about that.

They hit a small bump and he delved his fingers further inside her. Her back was pressed flush against his chest and her fingers gripped his knees roughly instead of being planted on the fuel tank. She hadn't made a single move to remove his hand and if she had he would have done so willingly. He wasn't completely an asshole after all, he respected her unspoken consent. He pulled up to her driveway and she held up the clicker with a shaky hand. He raised a brow at this, figuring their little escapade would end as soon as he got to her house. Seemed she wanted him to bring the bike inside...

Which meant she wanted more.

He drove the bike carefully up her driveway and parked the bike, but did not halt the movement of his fingers within her. He could feel her legs beginning to tremble and he wondered what would happen if he just... revved the engine twice in a row. Her hips pressed down against the fuel tank and she leaned forward, her legs gripping the side of his bike tightly and her helmet jolting back towards him a bit. He raised both brows at this and twisted the handle and held it, not caring about the roaring of the engine in the quiet hours of the morning.

He slipped his hips closer to her backside and pushed her down closer to the bike as his fingers continued their work. It wasn't long before her walls clamped down around his fingers and her body began to tremble. Interesting, he would have to remember this trick for later use on her. He felt wetness drip down his fingers and he bit his lip. Oh, she had definitely done what he assumed she did. A wicked smirk crossed his lips.

She struggled to pull her helmet off and he just watched as she did so. When she got it off, he held his two soaked fingers up for her to look at what she had done, not expecting her to wrap her lips around them and suck. His mouth went dry as her tongue swirled around them. He didn't think he had ever been as attracted to anyone in his life, as he was in that very moment. She slipped from atop the bike and he expected her to be finished for the night, but she just stared at him as she stood on shaky legs while trying to take off her boots.

He reached up to turn off the bike but he did not step off. He pointed at her and dropped his index finger towards the floor twice. The pants hit the floor and he smirked, she wanted more too. He reached down and unzipped his pants and released himself from the prison he was confined to. She climbed on top of his bike and faced away from him, her pale flesh practically in his face. He thought maybe she was just going to sit there, but she was staring at him from between her legs.

Her lower lip caught between her teeth as she stared at his throbbing erection. She wanted this just as much if not more than he did. He reached up and touched her pale skin, running his hands over the smooth roundness of it before he gently squeezed. When he was done admiring her, he began dragging himself along her, enjoying the feeling of her warmth on the tip of him. She just radiated heat and it was immaculate.

He wanted to take it slow and not hurt her by being rough on her. She tried lowering her hips down onto him but he shook his head at her and she whimpered, which made his throat go dry. Damn this woman and her ability to disrupt his self-control. He slipped himself up a bit and adjusted her over the handlebars so she could rest a little easier on the bike and not be uncomfortable. When he was done adjusting her, he positioned himself and slipped up into her.

His breath hitched and his eyes slipped shut as he tried to move within her, but the attempt itself was a struggle because she was just so damn tight around him. She moaned as he managed to push all the way in her so he reached up and placed a hand over her mouth to silence her. He didn't want any unwanted attention on them in this moment. He reached up and lifted the visor on his helmet so he could see what he was doing, only to then place his hand on her hip and begin moving within her faster and faster with every thrust.

He noticed that his bike was rocking with his thrusts and he didn't want them to topple over, so he grabbed the handlebars and planted his feet firmly on the ground as he moved. His ears picked up on every little noise that escaped her lips as he buried himself in her and he wanted nothing more than to silence her with his own lips but he was in too deep to stop and remove his helmet now. He was grateful to have good suspension on his bike because it damn sure made the experience more pleasurable.

He trailed one of his hands up her stomach and towards her shirt. He tugged it down swiftly and felt her warm breast fall free against the top of his hand. He made a move to catch one and she looked back at him with those damnable lavender eyes that were swimming with desire. He swallowed once more as he heard her fingers sliding against his windshield with every thrust. He had never met a woman like her, and he had never had sex on his bike before so this whole thing was exciting to him.

This was their bike now.

The thought alone sent him over the edge and he leaned forward into her as he slowed his thrusts and spilled into her, slowly moving back and forth now to spill every last drop of him within her, he wanted nothing to escape her. When he stopped he buried himself all the way in her once more and began working on slowly turning her to face him, the feeling of her rotating around him while he was still there made his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

He cracked his eyes open and saw her chest rising and falling as she panted from the excitement. He looked down to where they melded together and his fingers trailed over the dark curls that blended with his much lighter ones. They were connected and he didn't want to separate from her. His eyes slowly trailed up and admired the beauty before him. He released the other handle and placed his hands on her hips to grip them slightly.

He flattened his palms against her and trailed his hands up over her flat stomach and ribs to push her breasts up a bit, only for them to slip down and fill his large palms with their soft warmth. He gently squeezed and massaged the voluptuous mounds for a moment, only to release them and trail his hands back down her form, engraving her every curve into his mind. He never wanted to forget her beauty. His eyes trailed up to hers and he tilted his head a bit when he saw her just watching him.

"Do you want to move, Backpack?" he asked and she shook her head slowly. Neither did he. He reached up and trailed his hands up her stomach and over her breasts once more, but then allowed them to drop down to her thighs and draw circles there. He reached around her and pulled her up to him so her back wasn't on the bike any longer. He was caught off guard when she leaned up and kissed the bottom of his helmet where his mouth was. Her lips were so close to his own and yet so far away, this made his chest clench in longing.

"Do you see what kind of punishment you get for misbehaving, Backpack?" he sighed and she grinned up at him. "I have to say I rather enjoyed it. Round two, my bed next time?" she asked and this completely caught him off guard. She was inviting him in yet again. He licked his lower lip as he watched her. He definitely wanted to bury himself within her again, even though he was still buried within her now, it didn't count. "Perhaps tomorrow night?" he asked and she nodded. He reached up to remove his helmet but she pulled his hands away from it. "Meet me in the bar tomorrow night and you can show me your face then." she said and he nodded.

"For now... I'm going to go in and rest. You can sleep here tonight if you wish." she offered and he chuckled as he pulled himself out of her. He was not expecting the sad feeling to overcome him when he had done that. He set her down on the floor and the next thing he knew, her lips were locked around him and her tongue was swirling the tip. His jaw locked up and it took everything in him to keep from getting hard all over again while she cleaned him off.

When she was finished, he nodded to her and ruffled her hair. He didn't trust his voice in that very moment. He tucked himself away and looked back over to the beauty that she was, standing stark naked in the middle of her garage. He watched as she got dressed and clicked the button on the wall for the garage door. He looked behind him and saw it opening. He had to admit part of the thrill had been the thought of it still being open as he did not realize she had even closed it in the first place.

She walked back over to him and kissed his helmet once more as he reached up and pressed the forehead of it to her forehead. She clicked the button to open her garage once more and he rolled the bike backwards and out of the garage with a wave goodbye. He carefully pulled out of her driveway and took off down the street. He felt his phone buzzing and knew it had to be Hashirama calling, but he would have to wait to scold him for the night's events when he got there.

When he pulled up in the driveway Hashirama was sitting out on the lawn waiting for him. The sadness in his eyes told him everything he needed to know. Hashirama knew without him having to say a word. The brunette Pointed to his handle bar and he finally caught sight of the black lacy undies hanging off of it. He had been in such a hurry to get back to Hashirama and keep their secret that he hadn't even realized...

"Hashirama wait..." he called and his brother turned back to him with that same sad look. "It was the one thing I asked you not to do... and you did it anyways..." he said and Tobirama ripped his helmet from his head. His heart thumped in his chest as images of her beneath him flickered through his mind. "It... I didn't instigate it... I swear. I tried not to do it." he sighed and the feeling of her arms wrapped around him washed over him.

"It was already too late for your warning, Hashirama... I promise I'm not going to hurt her. I'm seeing her again tomorrow." he said and his brother's brow raised. "You did fall for her. Didn't you?" Hashirama asked and he couldn't answer the question. Because he couldn't find the words to, he just kept focusing on the images of her that flickered through his mind. The feeling of her skin beneath his hands, so soft and like nothing he had ever felt before. He had fallen for her... hard... and he had done so with a simple phrase.

"Would... Would you mind riding with me a little longer?"