I don't own Naruto.

She woke up and everything was sore. Her thoughts drifted back to the events of the night before all the way through those of the early morning. She was slightly ashamed of herself, because she had never acted that way with anyone before, but she didn't regret that she had done it. Far from it actually, she wanted it to happen again. She pulled out her phone and looked to see if she had any messages from him. 'You got me in trouble.' He had sent. She blushed as she realized it was probably because of the undies.

Hashirama had told her not to sleep with him and he had no doubt told Blue the same, but neither of them had listened. Thoughts of how he had been just... admiring and touching every inch of her flesh he could get his hands on, they continuously flickered through her mind. She loved the way he seemed to appreciate her body that way. She looked down to her phone and sighed once more. 'Come over?' she asked and set the phone down.

It was still early in the day and they could still rest. She just didn't want to be alone. She wanted him near her. Her phone beeped and she reached for it. 'Lonely, are we?' he asked and she frowned at the phone. She was going to tell him never mind, but he replied again almost instantly. 'On my way, Backpack.' A smile crossed her lips then. He was only teasing. She should have known that much. Soon enough he showed up and she opened the front door for him.

She was shocked when he reached and brushed his fingers over her cheeks so tenderly. She had no control of herself as she leaned her face into the palm of his large hand. "I missed you too, beautiful." He said and she looked up at him with wide eyes. He had only ever referred to her as backpack. So, it was strange to hear him call her beautiful. She grabbed him by the hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom. He tilted his head in confusion as she pulled him over to the bed and he made no resistance as she pulled him over her.

She wanted him to touch her once more, sexually or not it didn't matter to her. "Backpack you haven't rested enough for this yet. It's only been a few hours." He said and she shrugged as she reached for the zipper of his jacket. She made no move for the helmet; she knew it would come off today either way. He reached and stopped her hands before she could get to the zipper of his pants and she looked up at him in confusion. "As much as I would love to...I don't want this to be all we do..." he said and she got on her hands and knees and leaned up to him. "I never said I wanted you to have sex with me right now." She said and he flipped up his visor and stared at her in confusion.

She pulled his jacket off of his broad shoulders and slipped it on her smaller ones. She curled up in the bed and snuggled into his leather jacket that smelled of him. She reached behind her and patted the mattress. She didn't turn to face him and she felt him moving along the mattress. He laid down against the mattress and she squeezed her eyes shut as he wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on the pillow beside her.

She had heard him place the helmet on the night stand so she knew his face was completely uncovered and there for her viewing pleasure, but she didn't look. He buried his face in the side of her neck and began leaving little nips and kisses down the side of it, making her shudder in his embrace. "You wanted cuddles? Oh Hinata, you should have led with that. I would have stayed this morning." He rumbled in amusement.

She was so tempted to turn and look at him, but the moment she turned her face he slipped a hand up and titled her head towards the pillow once more, his lips finding their way to the nape of her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut and she reached behind her to bundle her fingers in his shirt as he continued to nip and bite there. She wanted to kiss him. "Kiss me." she said and he chuckled. He pulled the pillowcase off his pillow and wrapped it around her eyes as they rotated in the bed and his lips found hers.

"Anything for you beautiful." he whispered against her lips and her whole body started to melt beneath him. She opened her mouth to him and he nipped her lower lip before he pressed his lips against hers and allowed his tongue to trail over her lower lip before it darted in to mingle with hers. "Do you want to see me?" He asked, pulling away from her lips to trail his fingers over her cheeks once more.

Curiosity was getting the better of her and she reached up to touch the makeshift blindfold, only to drop her hand back down once more. "Yes... but... right now I just want you to hold me." she said and he chuckled, only to abide by her wishes. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him and set his head atop hers on the pillow. He seemed to be tired too, because not long after that she heard his breathing even out and soft snores echoed down from above her.

She smiled and snuggled deeper into his embrace, to which he tightened his grip on her in his sleep. She allowed herself to drift off once more. When she woke up, she was facing the other side of the bed where he had been laying, but he wasn't there. Instead, she saw Neji standing in her doorway. "Your boyfriend is trying to sneak out." he said and she scurried to get dressed after she slammed the door in his face.

When she was dressed, she rushed down the stairs, grabbing the little note as she went past. 'See you at five, princess.' was all it said and she smiled, but took off running past Neji, who just sighed and moved out of the way. She rushed over to him and he hopped off his bike and stepped up to her. She pulled his jacket off and held it out to him. But he shook his head at her. "I was leaving it for you until later, princess." he said and she buried her face in the leather the moment she heard Ino and Sakura squeal.

She liked when he called her princess, it brought a little flutter to her chest. Unlike backpack at first. When she realized he meant it in an endearing way it brought the same response as princess did. She had been around bikers before, clearly when you look at all of her friends. And even the group she didn't hang around often because all they did was get into trouble. She reached up and started putting the jacket back on him and he leaned to help her do so. She reached and zipped the zipper all the way up, only to rest her hands on his chest. He leaned down and pressed the forehead of his helmet to her forehead, which made her smile.

When he leaned away slightly, he grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger and raised her head to him. "See you later, Backpack." he said and she hugged him tightly before stepping back to let him hop on his bike once more. Ino and Sakura were still gushing about how cute the two of them were as he patted the engine and winked at Hinata through his helmet.

"Might lose backpack privileges tonight too, Princess." he said and she blushed but offered a smile. "Stop flirting and let's go already." Madara and Hashirama mumbled and he laughed at them. She wanted nothing more than to hop on with him, but she knew he liked to ride alone sometimes too. He rolled back into the street and looked up at her. She could only smile at him as he sat there for a moment looking through his phone for something.

When he seemed satisfied with whatever song he had been searching for, he turned his music and she rocked her head side to side, just enjoying the song. When she realized what the song was talking about, her eyes went wide. The song was basically saying that he wasn't going anywhere because he was in love with her. She clutched her hands to her chest and her lower lip trembled as she watched him come back by with his hands shaped like a heart. She held it back up to him and he nodded to her.

She watched as he vanished down the street and she sighed as she held her hands to her chest once more. A hand placed itself on her shoulder and she turned to face Neji. "Come on, go get ready and I'll take you to him. He said and she nodded. She couldn't wait to see him once more. She wanted to show him what he meant to her as well. She rushed back into her house and got ready for the night.

When she came back down Neji was waiting for her by the car. She slipped inside and buckled up she was ready to go see him. Neji slipped in and looked at her. "You're excited." he commented and she nodded. Of course, she was. She would finally get to see him for who he really was today. No more hiding. Not that he had been hiding while they napped, but she wanted it to be a surprise.

She caught sight of his bike as they pulled up and she couldn't help but smile. He was here safe. She hopped out of the car and let Neji park it across the street in the parking lot. She made her way inside, but he wasn't there. She looked around for a it before walking back out to the group that had been standing around the bikes just talking. "Hey Izuna, have you seen Blue?" she asked and he turned to face her.

"I haven't seen him recently. But... you could probably ask Tobirama. The dud stays people watching at the bar." Izuna said and she nodded. She turned back and made her way inside. She looked over to him, but something about him made her nervous today. She couldn't quite place it, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. When she finally did, she made her way over to Madara and Hashirama, who were sitting beside one another this time.

They were whispering when she got to them, but the moment she got within earshot of their conversation they stopped talking and turned towards her. "We haven't seen him either." Madara said swiftly and she sighed, only for Hashirama to bury his face in his hands and sigh. She wondered why he seemed so fed up with the situation, but she wasn't going to dwell on it. Could be because he was sick of his brother hiding from her.

She looked back towards Tobirama and he was in process of ordering a drink. Did she really want to bother him? She should just ask him and get it over with. She took a deep breath and made her way over to him. He turned to look at her and she pulled her fingers from where they were ringing themselves together. She offered him a small wave and he offered a smirk. Her anxiety was setting in and she didn't know how to react.

"Hi... umm... T-tobirama right?" she asked, her stutter irritating her. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a little bit closer to her. "Have you s-seen a tall man in all blue and white biker gear anywhere?" She stammered and he leaned back to brush his fingers over the shot glass on the counter. The blush deepened on her cheeks as she watched him pull the glass to his lips and down it. She wasn't thinking pure thoughts about this man and it ashamed her.

She was looking for Blue... she shouldn't be looking at another man this way in the slightest. Her eyes were attracted to the movement of his leg, where he lifted one to set it across the knee of the other. She watched as he draped an arm over his lap and her eyes widened. He just sat there for a moment, watching her. She jolted lightly as his right hand came up and wrapped the braid between his fingers. "I don't know, backpack... have you seen him around?" he asked and her throat went dry.

He was Blue... and everyone had been running her in circles just so she would go talk to him. Her eyes widened a little more. She had said all those things about him! Her cheeks flushed darkly and she slipped into the seat in front of him. She was... so embarrassed. She couldn't say anything, she just kept staring... and it was all in panic. This gorgeous man had heard her talk so filthy about him and had reacted like it was almost nothing. He knew and still never said a word.

"Not what you were expecting?" he asked, a hurt twinge to his tone as he released the braid and moved to sit back down. He waved a finger around in a circle and the bartender sat two shots down in front of him this time and he downed them both swiftly. She hadn't meant to hurt his feeling, but she couldn't think of anything to say... "I'm sorry I wasn't what you were hoping for... I'm sorry if you feel tricked." he sighed as the bartender set another shot in front of him. "N-no!" she finally managed and he tuned to look at her with his sadness filling his gaze.

"It isn't that! I don't feel tricked at all... I just..." she started out loudly, but the blush rose back up her cheeks and she slowly got quieter. "I said all those things..." she whispered and he groaned as he tossed back the shot. "You're worried about that, Princess?" He groaned and she nodded with a blush. He chuckled deeply as he looked back down to her. "God... I was worried for a second there. Where do you think I got the idea for this morning, Backpack?" He asked and she rushed to silence him with her hands.

"M-my brother is here!" she squealed, not removing her hands from his mouth. Neji didn't need to know about their little happening early this morning, no matter how much she had enjoyed herself. He licked her hand and she pulled it away in slight disgust. But then her eyes softened and she looked back at him with sadness in her eyes. "You thought I wouldn't like you?" she asked softly and he ran his tongue over the backside of his lower teeth in thought. "Yeah, Backpack... I did." he said and she reached up and placed her hands on his cheeks, tracing the red lines with her thumbs.

He leaned his head forward to bury his face into her touch. She stood and pressed her lips to his gently. "You're such a dork." she said and he furrowed his brows at her. "How so?" he asked as he leaned away from her. "No matter what you looked like I had already decided I wanted to be with you. I just wasn't expecting quiet Tobirama to be Hashirama's brother. To be honest, I figured that if I couldn't get blue, I would try for Tobirama." she said with a blush and he released a chuckle.

"So, you were eyeing prospects while flirting so hard with me, I must say if it weren't me you were planning on going for anyways, I would be hurt." he said and she rolled her eyes and shoved him gently. "Speaking of which..." she looked over to Hashirama and Madara, who ducked out of view of her and around the corner. The irritated look that crossed her face was probably one they had never seen on her before...

Before she could even turn back around fully, he had his hands under her arms and was lifting her up into his lap. She scooted forward and draped her legs over each side of his hips. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed as she buried her face in his chest. "No wonder you never said anything before. You knew I would know." she grumbled into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her as well and hugged her tightly.

She leaned back in his embrace and just looked up at him. He sent her a questioning glance and she pressed her lips to his once more as she reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck. He planted his hands on her hips and rubbed his hands over them slightly, only to trace the round shape of her rump and squeeze. She tugged his hair gently and he scowled at her. "My brother is here, I already told you." she hissed and he rolled his eyes as he leaned his lips to her ear.

"Princess, I don't care who watches." he said and he felt her tense up in his lap. "But I do." she sighed and he groaned, but removed his hands from their place, shifting them back up to her lower back instead. "He will tell my father and I don't want to hear about it from him." She laughed lightly and he leaned back to look her in the eyes. "Daddy not like the boyfriends?" he asked and she nodded. "Don't worry, for you, princess... I will make your dad like me." he said and she nodded as she buried her face in his chest once more.

She went silent once more as Neji made his way over to them. She wondered what he was going to have to say about her current seating but she wasn't honestly worried he would have and issue with her. She was just sitting in his lap after all, it wasn't like she was doing what she was this morning. "Nice to meet the man who has been making Hinata happy for the past few days." he said as he held out a hand. Tobirama reached around Hinata and grabbed the hand, shaking it firmly.

"Don't worry, Hinata... I'm not going to tell Uncle anything. That will be up to you this time. You're an adult and you get to make your own decisions." he said and she leaned her head back to look at him with wide eyes. "Really?" she asked and he nodded to her. "Thank you, Neji." She said and he ruffled her hair. "I'm only doing it because I've never seen you so happy with anyone." He said and sighed. "Goodnight Hinata, Tenten and I are going home." he said and she nodded.

She watched to see if they were completely gone before she turned back to him. She had to ensure they couldn't see her acting the way she was planning on acting. They would be appalled. She reached over and with a straight face she grabbed his whiskey off the counter and downed it.

She leaned up a bit and connected their lips once more, although this time she was kissing him with much more fervor. She reached behind her and shoved his hands back down from her back a bit, he caught the hint and resumed squeezing her rump. One particular squeeze made her moan softly into his mouth, which made him nip her lip to quiet her down. He slipped a hand around in front of her and gripped her thigh and squeezed it.

He pulled away from her lips and moved down her neck, leaving little bites straight down to her collarbone. The feeling leaving her wanting more. Another shot was set on the counter and she reached around him and downed it swiftly. She needed her liquid courage now more than ever because for some reason she felt nervous... perhaps it was because he was everything that she had pictured him to be?

She wasn't entirely sure.

"Tobirama." Hashirama called and she looked behind her at him. He seemed concerned as he told them they needed to leave. Had their display of affection been too much? She opened her mouth to say something but tobirama lifted her off his lap and started cursing under his breath. She looked up to see a beautiful woman with reddish brown hair that reached her hips in a long braid. Something told her this woman meant trouble...

"Tobirama Senju... Its been a long time..."

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He couldn't sleep. His thoughts swam with the memory of her. He swallowed softly and placed a hand on his thumping heart. He should have never told her to hop on the bike in the first place, because he had been perfectly content living the life the way he had been. Alone and reckless. But now... within 48 hours, this woman had captured his heart in her tiny delicate hands and it seemed she had no intention of letting him go.

He couldn't say he regretted it though, because he didn't in the slightest. His eyes slipped shut once more and he found himself thinking of her once more. Not in a sexual manner, but in the manner in which he was admiring her perfect beauty that had been put on display before him. Her smooth, perfect skin that he craved to trail his lips over, just to see how it would feel. He wanted to touch her once more and leave trails of warmth that would make her shudder.

It wasn't even in a sexual nature that he was thinking these things, contrary to popular belief. It was in a more intimate sense, the sheer intimacy that his touch held toward her was different than it had been with any other woman. With everyone else, it was one and done. He couldn't recall most of their faces, much less what their physique was. But with her, he remembered every single centimeter of her. Down to what it felt like to be pressed inside her, non-sexually, of course.

It was the way it felt to be one with her... combined with her form and no need to remove each other from their placement.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Oh, how desperately he hoped that it was her calling upon him once more. He looked down at it and a smile crossed his lips when he saw that it was indeed her calling upon him. She hadn't replied to his text earlier about how she had gotten him in trouble with Hashirama, but she was asking him if he wanted to come over. Of course, he did, he hadn't slept because he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He had just been laying on Hashirama's couch staring at the ceiling while his mind wandered. He tossed the blanket off of him and made his way to the bathroom with his backpack in hand. He set his biking gear on the counter top and he smoothed out the thick dark blue and white leather. He pulled his white shirt over his head and tossed it in the hamper before he unbuttoned his black jeans and let them drop before he tossed them in the hamper as well.

He pulled a grey shirt from his backpack as well as his boxers and another set of black jeans. He set them out on the counter top and made sure they wouldn't fall off before he slipped into the shower and turned on the water. The cold stream trailed over his skin and he ran his right hand over the back of his left shoulder and down over his left side. The rugged skin making him frown. This was the reason he had bought the leather suit.

A permanent reminder of the woman who almost took his life.

His fingers gripped the skin and a sneer crossed his lips. He hoped to never see her again. He released the injured skin and sighed as he ran a hand through his white hair. When he was done showering, he reached out and grabbed the deep green towel on the towel bar outside the shower and buried his face into it before he used it to wipe the steam from the mirror. When he wiped enough steam away, he turned and looked at his left side in the mirror.

In this moment he was slightly jealous of Hinata and her smooth, unmarred skin. He ran his fingers over the large scar that took up the majority of his hip and up his back to the back of his shoulder. The still angry pink skin looked like he had been run down with a massive sheet of sandpaper. He basically had been if he were completely honest. His shoulders slumped and he scratched the back of his neck. He wondered if the reason he had yet to show himself to her was because of the scar.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong with his face, it was the rest of him that he was ashamed of, mostly the massive scar. He didn't want her to see that because some women didn't like scars, even he knew it was an ugly mar on his body. He tore his eyes away from it and sighed as he pulled his shirt on to cover it up once more. Once it was out of sight it was out of mind yet again and he preferred it that way.

He tugged on his pants and hopped a few times to pull them all the way up. He was exhausted, but he wanted to see her. Just... he wanted to look clean. He leaned to look in the mirror once more and ruffled the towel over his head to dry his hair a little more. He tossed the towel in the hamper when he was satisfied it was dry enough. He ran his thumb over the marking on his chin and then he smoothed his finger across the ones on his cheeks.

He had gotten those when he turned 18 and still had yet to regret them. They were still one of the more favored things about himself and he nodded to himself as he leaned away from the mirror. He supposed he looked decent enough to go see her. He pulled on his leather pants and reached for his jacket as he made his way out of the bathroom. "Where are you going?" Hashirama asked from the kitchen table.

He looked over to his brother to see reading glasses perched upon the tip of his nose as he read the newspaper, a cup of coffee sitting on the table near him. "Why?" he asked and Hashirama looked over to him with an irritated look. "Because you haven't slept and yet and you're going somewhere." Hashirama said as he sipped his coffee. "Shouldn't you at least rest between rides so you don't wipe out?" he asked and Tobirama snorted.

"Who said I was going for a ride?" he said and Hashirama gave him a look that read, 'You're a dumbass.' rocking of the head and everything. "Ok, so you got me. But I will be back later." He said and pulled his jacket on. "You're going to see her, aren't you?" Hashirama asked and took yet another sip of his coffee, not bothering to look away from the paper this time. He nodded and Hashirama sighed, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Do you want to argue over it?" Tobirama asked and Hashirama shook his head. "No... I don't. I don't want to stop you two from seeing each other, but I just want you both to be careful. Once the excitement of the initial relationship wears off... please don't run away from her..." he sighed and tobirama nodded. "If that happens and I don't want to be with her... I will talk to her. She's different from anyone I have ever met so I can allow her that decency." he said and Hashirama offered him a sad smile.

"I truly hope that never happens because I've never seen you so eager to see anyone..." Hashirama said and he nodded to his brother. He hoped this rush of being around her never ended as well. He sat on the couch and pulled his biking boots back on over his socked feet, tossing his shoes into his backpack. He grabbed his key ring off the wall hook and made his way out of the house and down the driveway.

He tossed his leg over his bike and started it up, only to look at the window and see Hashirama's wife, Mito, staring at him from the window. He revved the engine and watched as the front door opened once more, the red head slipping out of the house to make her way to him. She crossed her arms over her chest and stepped a little closer. He pulled his helmet off his head once more and looked over to her.

"Are you ok?" she asked and he nodded to her. He knew her concern was different from Hashirama's. She unfolded her arms and reached up to him and he hugged her tightly. "You be safe, ok?" She pleaded and he nodded as she held his cheeks in her hands. He offered her a small reassuring smile and she pulled her hands from his face, only to reach into her sleeve and pull the tiny black wad of lace from there.

"Treat her well, and give them back." she sighed and a small blush crossed his cheeks as he tucked the panties into his chest pocket and zipped it. "I didn't steal them if that's what you are thinking..." he managed and she rolled her eyes at him. "I know what panties on the handlebar means. I did it to Hashirama. It's to let others know he's taken and will be fought for." she mused and the blush on his cheeks darkened a little more.

She was willing to fight for him?

He didn't think the small woman would fare well in a fight but he couldn't put it past her. He had seen her friends after all. Ino and Sakura were known to rip side view mirrors off of cars who got too close to their biker. Sakura had even stood and busted out someone's window with her bare hand as they were going down the street because they had rear ended Madara right in front of Sasuke. Those girls were true backpacks, Sasuke and Izuna were lucky to have them.

He had to admit he had stolen his fair share of side mirrors as well; this fact amused him to no end. It had been quite a while since because he had gotten pulled over by the police with one in his possession and had spent the night in jail for destruction of property and fleeing the scene of a crime. He shrugged at this thought and knew that if it ever happened again, he would get rid of the evidence before hand. He snapped from his thoughts to see Mito reaching for the kill switch.

He swatted her hand away and she laughed. "I was wondering if I were going to have to pinch you or something." she said and he sighed as he leaned over the tank of his bike. "Well go on, your girl is waiting on you." she said and he nodded as he pulled his helmet on and smacked down the visor. He revved the engine twice and rolled back down the hill slowly. "I Wonder if she heard that from here!" Mito called and he chuckled.

He wondered that as well, but then again, his bike wasn't quite as loud as some he had ridden with. He took off down the street and turned off on her street. He pulled up to her house and he walked his bike up the driveway. He pulled off his gloves and crammed them in his pants pocket before he hopped off and made his way to the front door. She was already there, looking out of the cracked door. He stood there as she opened it up fully and stepped to the side to let him in.

He reached up and ran his fingers over her cheeks gently. He blinked at her in surprise when she leaned her face into his palm and slipped her eyes shut, releasing a small contented sigh. He cracked a smile at this little interaction. "I missed you too, Beautiful." he said softly, surprising himself with the tone of his voice. Her eyes widened a little bit in surprise and he knew it was because he had called her beautiful.

She reached and grabbed the hand that lingered on her face, entwining her fingers with his and tugging him inside the house. He closed the door behind them and she just tugged him gently once more and made her way to the staircase. He took this time to drink in her disheveled appearance. She must have just recently woken up to text him. She had a tiny thin tank top on and short sleeping shorts, both of the same gentle lavender color her eyes were.

He tilted his head in confusion as she pulled him into her bedroom and closed the door. He reached down and unzipped the sides of his boots, kicking them off and setting them next to her bedroom door. She grabbed both of his hands in hers and led him back towards the bed, where she climbed up on top of the footboard to sit as she unzipped his jacket while he towered over her.

He saw where her delicate hands were heading and he reached and grabbed them in his own before she could finish unzipping his leather pants. "As much as I would love to... I don't want this to be all we do..." he said and she got on her hands and knees and leaned up to him, her eyes staring into his tented visor. "I never said I wanted you to have sex with me right now." She said and he flipped up his visor and stared at her in confusion. He couldn't understand what she wanted if not that.

She pulled his jacket off of his broad shoulders and slipped it on her smaller ones and slipped her shorter arms through the sleeves. His eyes roamed over her in his way too baggy leather jacket. He liked the sight of it hanging slightly off her pale shoulders and hanging over her hips. He reached forward and placed his hands on her hips and pressed his helmet to her forehead in a sort of kiss. He reached up and undid the strap under his chin as she made her way up the bed and curled into his jacket with a contented sigh.

He made his way over to the side of the bed and pulled his helmet off, setting it on the night stand by her bed. He could see her eyes were closed as she lay there, his jacket pulled up to her nose. She was smelling it and this intrigued him. She reached behind her with one hand and patted the mattress. He rocked his head to the side in amusement and slipped into the bed and under the covers with her.

He scooted closer to her and pulled her hair away from her shoulder. He leaned down and placed his lips against her smooth skin and she shivered slightly beneath his touch, but made no move to stop him from what he was doing. He pulled the jacket away from her shoulder and brushed his fingers over the pale skin, only to nip at the skin gently. He knew she knew his helmet was off, but she still made no effort to look at him.

This hurt him deep within his soul, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He wanted her to look at him. He craved the recognition that would cross her face when she realized who he was. He wanted to know what she thought of him and it was killing him inside. He had never wanted someone to look at him as much as he wanted her to right now. He leaned around her and towards the nape of her neck, placing a kiss there before he gently dragged his teeth across that spot.

He was watching her from the corner of his eyes, but she wasn't opening her eyes. "Kiss me." she demanded and he raised a brow as he watched her roll over with her eyes still closed. He reached and pulled the pillowcase of the pillow on his side and he rolled it up to make a blindfold. He wanted her to look at him but it seemed she didn't want to yet, so he was going to make it easy on her. He held it over her eyes and he placed his lips atop hers. His eyes slipped shut at the intense feeling building in the pit of his stomach.

"Anything for you, beautiful." he whispered against her lips and she gripped his shirt once more. She opened her mouth to him and he nipped her lower lip before he pressed his lips against hers and allowed his tongue to trail over her lower lip before it darted in to mingle with hers. He was enjoying the feeling kissing her gave him, he had never felt anything like it. "Do you want to see me?" He asked, pulling away from her lips to trail the fingers of one hand over her cheek.

Her fingers reached up and he became hopeful that she would finally look at him, but her fingers brushed over the fabric only to drop back down and she rolled over. "Yes... but... right now I just want you to hold me." she said and he chuckled, only to abide by her wishes. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him and set his head atop hers on the pillow. He was saddened by her not looking at him, but he was happy she wanted to.

It was an odd mix of emotions to say the least, but he wasn't going to complain because she was going to look at him before the end of the day. His eyes felt heavy and he sighed as he allowed himself to succumb to sleep finally. He tucked his nose into her hair and drifted off into the world of dreams. When his eyes cracked open once more, he was face to face with her and his heart jolted in his chest.

Her eyes were still closed and her breath was washing over his lips. He wondered if she had looked at his face after he had gone to sleep. The thought excited him, seeing as she was still in the bed with him and hadn't woken him up to yell at him or anything. She had been nice enough when she had seen him in the bar, but she really didn't know it was him after all. Perhaps she would feel tricked by the revelation of it being him after all...

He sighed and didn't like the feeling of doubt that crawled within his chest. The little voice telling him she only wanted him for his bike. While that thought was enticing to some, being used for their bike... it wasn't for him. Not in this situation. He... he loved her... and he didn't even know her. Not really, anyways... he was going to change that today though. He slowly slipped out of her bed, as to not wake her.

He leaned down and placed a hand on her cheek gently, only to press his lips to hers. "I love you, Backpack." he whispered as he pulled away from her. He was desperate for her to love him the same way he loved her. He reached out to touch her once more, but stopped and pulled his hand away. He took in the sight of her in his jacket and he sighed. Seemed he would be leaving without that today.

He didn't mind it though, because when he looked back to her, she was snuggling her face into the sleeve. A smile crossed his lips and he decided the jacket could stay with her until tonight. He looked at the clock on her wall and noticed that it was late in the afternoon, four-thirty more specifically. He grabbed her phone and set an alarm and set the phone beside her pillow so she would hear it and wake up in about twenty minutes.

He heard motorcycles revving down the road and he smirked. He took one last look at her sleeping before he snatched his boots and hurried out the room. He pulled them on and made his way down the steps silently. He made his way to her kitchen table and snatched a small piece of paper from the printer and a pen from the table. He wrote her a little note and set it at the bottom of the stairs so she would see it.

He made his way to the front door and opened it softly so she wouldn't wake up to the sound of him sneaking out. He looked down the driveway and it was filled with bikes, a car parked on edge of the road in front of them. He was glad he had pulled on his helmet before he left the house because hinata's friends were sitting there. "Dont worry about locking the door." A man with long brown hair said and he could tell the man seemed to have an aversion to his sneaking out.

"She's still sleeping." he said and the man nodded. "And I have to go wake her up so she can meet all of us at the bar like she promised." the man said and he looked over to Hashirama, who was amused by the situation. He shrugged and made his way over to his bike. He tossed his leg over and Hashirama leaned closer to him. "That's her brother. Technically cousin, but when his dad died, they adopted him. So, he's a brother-cousin." Hashirama said and he raised a brow at the man.

It made no sense, but perfect sense all the same.

He started his bike and looked to see the Ducati boys all caging him in. "Where's your jacket?" Madara asked and he rocked his head from side to side in amusement. "She's in it." He said with a haughty tone and Madara flipped him off. He was prideful in the fact Hinata liked him so much she was stealing his clothes. He tapped the side of his helmet and they all nodded and hit the buttons on the sides of their helmets.

A group ride to the bar seemed like fun. "Comms clear?" he asked and all of them rocked their heads from side to side. "You do have a deep voice." Ino swooned and Izuna reached back and slapped her on the rump. "Stop it!" Izuna growled and she just laughed. His chuckle echoed through their helmets and Sakura and Ino both leaned to the side and looked at him from their backpack position.

"I see why Hinata finds him hot, though." Sakura said and he leaned to look over at her. "Tall, dark, and mysterious. Not hard to see why she likes it with the helmet on." Ino said and He burst out into laughter at this, despite all the other men shaking their heads at him. He looked up to see the front door swing open and Hinata rushed out and down the driveway to him, his little note in her hands. So much for leaving before she woke up, he mused.

He expected her to try and hop on the bike but she pulled his jacket off her shoulders and held it to her chest. "You need this... It keeps you safe." she said and he slipped off the bike and leaned over to tower over her. "I was leaving it for you until later, Princess." he said and chuckled lowly as her face flushed dark red and she looked down to bury her face in the leather. He heard Sasuke and Izuna call out to their girlfriends and he tossed a look over his shoulder to see them hanging limply off the side of the bikes.

He could hear their sputtering through the cardo and another deep chuckle escaped him. He had known the two friends were Hinata's hype girls, but he didn't realize how deep into it they were. He was happy she had such invested best friends. "Oh my god... yesss... go Hinata!" The two squealed as Hinata reached up and took his hand in hers, sliding the sleeve of his jacket up his arm. He leaned down more and allowed her to slide the other sleeve on too.

She reached and began zipping his jacket up and he pressed the forehead of his helmet to her forehead. When he leaned away slightly, he grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger and raised her head to him. "See you later, Backpack." he said and she hugged him tightly before stepping back to let him hop on his bike once more. Ino and Sakura were still gushing about how cute the two of them were as he patted the engine and winked at Hinata through his helmet.

"Might lose backpack privileges tonight too, Princess." he said and she blushed but offered a smile. "Stop flirting and let's go already." Madara and Hashirama mumbled and he laughed at them. Hinata waved at him and he rolled in between the Ducati quad to get to the road. When he pulled forward on the road, they all filed in behind him in pairs of two with Hashirama leading the back of the pack.

The reason that the Ducati boys were in the middle was because they usually always had their backpacks with them, I.e., Sakura and Ino. Not to mention their bikes were more expensive than Hashirama and his own. All in all, it was a protect the merchandise situation. He looked back up the small hill to Hinata and her brother... cousin... whatever he was. He turned his music up and sat there for a second as the lyrics played out loud.

"I can't leave again. Time is something we don't have. Lay with me, my friend. Let me breathe you in. If I could I would stop the whole world. To grow old with you and die in this moment. Let me breathe you in. Let me breathe you in. I see your face in everything. A fleeting memory of where I want to be. I roll your hair between my fingertips, but that won't make it real. I was never scared of dying alone. Until I knew what it was like to have a home."

-Breath You In, by trophy eyes-

He watched as she clutched her hands to her chest and her lower lip trembled. She understood what he was saying to her with this song and he was grateful for that. She reached up and waved at him as he jolted into moving, the group following behind him as he turned them around at the end of her street to come by one more time. Ino and Sakura were crowing in the comms about how adorable the two of them were once more and he didn't want it to be cute.

He wanted her to understand that he wasn't leaving. He wanted her to understand that he was hers for as long as she would have him. And it seemed she understood that completely. He drove past her house once more and released the handlebars, holding up a heart shape with his hands as he went past. She held it back up to him and he chuckled. "You really do love her..." Hashirama said and the group went silent as they drove through the city.

"I do." he said as he pulled up to a yellow light just as it turned red. He revved his engine at a car across the intersection that reached out the window and rotated their hand like they were revving a bike. Upon seeing him do this, the rest of his group did it too. It was a chorus of bikes and he loved it. Itachi chuckled as he hopped off his bike and rushed up to hit the kill switch on his bike, but he smacked the man's hand away swiftly, only for Ino to reach over and flip up Itachi's license plate.

He reached back and made sure his plate was still down as shenanigans went off all around him, laughter echoed through their headsets and he chuckled as well. This is why they rode together as a group. There was nothing like a group of bikers pulling tomfoolery on one another. Hashirama waddled his bike up in between Madara's and his. Madara reached up and snatched the fabric that was handing out of his pocket and waved it in a circle in the air.

"Are those..." Ino began in shock, but Sakura finished her statement. "Hinata's?" He leaned off his bike and snatched the lacy underwear out of Madara's hand, tucking them back into the pocket over his heart. He heard the girls whispering once more, but he tuned them out as he punched Madara in the shoulder softly. "They were on his handlebars last night." Hashirama sighed and the girls squealed and began bouncing on their respective bikes.

"Settle down backpacks. Don't topple your riders." he mused and they continued to bounce. A loud slap was heard and Ino resumed the backpack position, a hand on her rump. "Good girl." Izuna said and Sakura stopped bouncing because she knew she wouldn't get a pop on the ass; she would get dumped off the bike. He reached down to his waist, only to frown as there was no arm wrapped around his torso this time.

The feeling was there, but she was not.

He sighed as the light turned green and they set off towards the bar once more. When they pulled up, he had seen that hinata was not far behind in the car. He hopped off his bike and grabbed his bag. He turned to the building just as Madara unlocked the door. Everyone else lingered outside a while and just talked while he, Madara, and Hashirama walked inside. He immediately made his way over to the bathroom and began stripping off his biking gear, cramming it into his bag.

He exited the bathroom and slipped his bag over the counter, the bartender hiding it from sight once more. He slid into his favorite seat in the corner where no one could approach him from the right side. He could turn his back to the wall and eye the crowd, something he preferred to do because he could watch out for unwanted people. He watched as everyone made their way into the bar and began ordering their drinks of choice.

He ordered him a shot of whiskey and waited as he scanned over the room. Dance floor was empty, but the music was thumping through his form. He kicked a leg up on the seat next to him and waited. He wanted to see if she would approach him. He watched as she walked in. She wore a sleek white long-sleeved shirt that hugged her form and was cut right above her belly button, and yet another pair of hip-hugging blue skinny jeans.

She seemed to like showing off her flat stomach and he couldn't say he didn't like it... because he did. Her hair was back in the same braids and he tore his gaze from her, images of the morning flickering through his mind. His fingers twisting those braids around his fingers while he looked down on her form, it drove him wild. He looked up once more to see her walk back out, he could see her through the tinted windows looking at his bike, only to turn around and come back in after everyone out there said they hadn't seen him.

Which he knew was a lie because Izuna knew who he was and the man looked right at him through the window. A smirk crossed his lips as he nodded to the Uchiha who gave him a two fingered salute through the glass. He watched as Hashirama and Madara shook their heads at her as well and he caught her looking over to him. She sighed, but made her way over with a small pink tint on her cheeks.

He raised a brow at her as she fumbled with her fingertips. Did he make her nervous? He knew he did when he towered over her with his helmet on, but that was because she was attracted to him with the helmet on. She was seeing him in his entirety and she didn't even know it yet. She released her fingers from their hold on each other and she offered him a small nervous wave. "H-hi... Um... Tobirama, right?" she asked shyly and he nodded as he set his leg down and leaned more into her personal space bubble, his arms crossed over his chest.

He watched as she swallowed nervously. "H-have you um..." she began and he leaned forward a bit to hear her better. This was so much different than the girl who had fully instigated the most exciting bout of sex he had ever had. She was so cute shy. "Have you s-seen a tall man in all blue and white biker gear anywhere?" She stammered and he leaned back to brush his fingers over the shot glass on the counter.

The blush deepened on her cheeks as she watched him pull the glass to his lips and down it. He had to admit, if she were looking at any other man this way, he would have been jealous, but it was him that made her react this way. He turned back towards her with a small sigh and pulled his left leg up to rest his ankle on his right knee, his right arm dropping to drape over his lap. He watched as her eyes followed his every movement.

He propped his head up on his left hand and looked her in the eyes, his right hand removing itself from his lap and trailing up to touch the braid that fell over her breast. She sputtered and leaned back a bit, but his fingers twisted the braid around in their grasp. "I don't know, Backpack. Have you seen him around?" he asked huskily. Her eyes widened slowly in realization and her lips parted just the slightest bit.

He stood and stepped closer to her, his hand never once falling from the braid it held. She turned her shaky gaze up at him and she still said nothing as she slid down into the seat behind her. He couldn't read anything but panic from her gaze and he sighed. Perhaps she was not attracted to him this way? Perhaps it was just the gear? He would put it back on if it meant she stayed, but he wanted her to love the man he was under the gear. "Not what you were expecting?" he asked, a hurt twinge to his tone as he released the braid and moved to sit back down.

He waved a finger around in a circle and the bartender sat two shots down in front of him this time and he downed them both swiftly, still not having received an answer from her he glanced at her from the side. "I'm sorry I wasn't what you were hoping for... I'm sorry if you feel tricked." he sighed as the bartender set another shot in front of him. "N-no!" she finally managed and he tuned to look at her with his sadness filling his gaze.

"It isn't that! I don't feel tricked at all... I just..." she started out loudly, but the blush rose back up her cheeks and she slowly got quieter. "I said all those things..." she whispered and he groaned as he tossed back the shot. "You're worried about that, Princess?" He groaned and she nodded with a blush. He chuckled deeply as he looked back down to her. "God... I was worried for a second there. Where do you think I got the idea for this morning, Backpack?" He asked and she rushed to silence him with her hands.

"M-my brother is here!" she squealed, not removing her hands from his mouth. He licked her hand and she pulled it away in slight disgust. But then her eyes softened and she looked back at him with sadness in her eyes. "You thought I wouldn't like you?" she asked softly and he ran his tongue over the backside of his lower teeth in thought. "Yeah, Backpack... I did." he said and she reached up and placed her hands on his cheeks, tracing the red lines with her thumbs.

He leaned his head forward to bury his face into her touch. She stood and pressed her lips to his gently. "You're such a dork." she said and he furrowed his brows at her. "How so?" he asked as he leaned away from her. "No matter what you looked like I had already decided I wanted to be with you. I just wasn't expecting quiet Tobirama to be Hashirama's brother. To be honest, I figured that if I couldn't get blue, I would try for Tobirama." she said with a blush and he released a chuckle.

"So, you were eyeing prospects while flirting so hard with me, I must say if it weren't me you were planning on going for anyways, I would be hurt." he said and she rolled her eyes and shoved him gently. "Speaking of which..." she looked over to Hashirama and Madara, who ducked out of view of her and around the corner. The irritated look that crossed her face actually kinda turned him on.

"Up you go." he said and he tucked his hands under her arms and turned her back to him, lifting her up and sitting her in his lap. She scooted forward and draped her legs over each side of his hips. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed as she buried her face in his chest. "No wonder you never said anything before. You knew I would know." she grumbled into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her as well and hugged her tightly.

She leaned back in his embrace and just looked up at him. He sent her a questioning glance and she pressed her lips to his once more as she reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck. He planted his hands on her hips and rubbed his hands over them slightly, only to trace the round shape of her rump and squeeze. She tugged his hair gently and he scowled at her. "My brother is here, I already told you." she hissed and he rolled his eyes as he leaned his lips to her ear.

"Princess, I don't care who watches." he said and he felt her tense up in his lap. "But I do." she sighed and he groaned, but removed his hands from their place, shifting them back up to her lower back instead. "He will tell my father and I don't want to hear about it from him." She laughed lightly and he leaned back to look her in the eyes. "Daddy not like the boyfriends?" he asked and she nodded. "Don't worry, for you, princess... I will make your dad like me." he said and she nodded as she buried her face in his chest once more.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, not wanting to let her go. Her brother made his way over to him and he nodded to the man, who nodded back. "Tobirama, is it?" he asked and he nodded. "Nice to meet the man who has been making Hinata happy for the past few days." he said as he held out a hand. Tobirama reached around Hinata and grabbed the hand, shaking it firmly.

"Don't worry, Hinata... I'm not going to tell Uncle anything. That will be up to you this time. You're an adult and you get to make your own decisions." he said and she leaned her head back to look at him with wide eyes. "Really?" she asked and he nodded to her. "Thank you, Neji." She said and he ruffled her hair. "I'm only doing it because I've never seen you so happy with anyone." He said and sighed. "Goodnight Hinata, Tenten and I are going home." he said and she nodded.

He watched as Neji left the bar with his girlfriend and he looked down to see Hinata was watching for them to pull fully away as well. He wondered why she was so intent on making sure they were gone, but he figured he would find out soon enough. He looked down as she adjusted herself in his lap and looked up to meet his gaze. She reached over and with a straight face she grabbed his whiskey off the counter and downed it.

She leaned up a bit and connected their lips once more, although this time she was kissing him with much more fervor. She reached behind her and shoved his hands back down from her back a bit, he caught the hint and resumed squeezing her rump. One particular squeeze made her moan softly into his mouth, which made him nip her lip to quiet her down. He slipped a hand around in front of her and gripped her thigh and squeezed it.

He pulled away from her lips and moved down her neck, leaving little bites straight down to her collarbone. Another shot was set on the counter and she reached around him and downed it swiftly. "Tobirama." Hashirama called and he stopped nibbling with a sigh. "You two need to go." He said and he furrowed his brow in confusion. "I don't see why." He bit back and his brother jerked his head to the door.

"Fuck me." He groaned as he set Hinata down and tried to make an escape but she had caught sight of him. "Tobirama Senju. It's been a while." she said as she made her way over to him. He tucked Hinata behind him and glared at the tall woman approaching him. He looked back at Hinata and she was staring at the tall woman in confusion. "Hinata... I'm so sorry for anything you're about to hear." he said and she wrapped her arms around him from behind, burying her face into his back.

"Oh, do you have a new backpack now?" the tall woman asked, trying to lean around him to see Hinata, but he blocked her view completely. "You need to move so I can go." he snapped and she just kept trying to catch a glimpse at Hinata. Hinata pulled her face away from his back and he cursed inwardly. "Oh Tobirama... that's a little girl. You're too old for that." she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "We're almost thirty now, there's no need for you to be robbing the cradle." she said and he sneered at her.

She reached up and tried to touch him but he jerked away. "What even is she... 18? You're like ten years older than her. You should come back to me." she said and he continued to dodge her touch. "I'm twenty-three." Hinata called out from behind him and she looked around him at her. He could see the disgust in her gaze as she looked at Hinata. "Hey, Mei... this isn't the place for this." Hashirama called and the woman turned to face him.

Tobirama took this chance to grab his bag from over the counter and hand it to hinata. "Go to the bike." he said and she nodded and started that direction. "Where do you think you're going little girl?" Mei asked and he stepped in front of Hinata once more. "Aww... did you fall in love with her?" she asked in disgust, only to lean around him and look at hinata no matter how hard he tried to block her view.

"Give it a few days little girl, he will take off on you too. He was going to marry me a year ago and now you see he's trying to keep you from hearing what I have to say." she said and hinata looked up at him. "Tobirama? Were you going to marry her?" she asked and he nodded. "Hinata, give him time to explain." Madara called and Mei whirled on him. "No one needs your input, Madara." she snapped and He watched as Hinata reached up and grabbed his hand.

"She deserves to know that I'm the reason you and Tobirama separated. Not to mention your crazy ass tried to kill him because he wasn't going to stay with you." Madara said and Mei sneered at him. "Hinata, please, believe Tobirama. He wouldn't lie to you about her." Hashirama called out to her and he watched as she looked from each of them and up to him. She stepped backwards, pulling his hand and he nodded to her as he followed her out.

"Tobirama... are you ok?" she asked and he nodded. He wasn't though, his scar burned and he couldn't stop the flashbacks. Tears streaming down Mei's face as she hugged herself to him on the back of his bike, then her hand reaching forward and slamming the brakes. The next thing he knew his bike had flipped forward and he was sent over his handlebars and his left side slid acrosss the unforgiving pavement. He gripped his left side and his fingers twitched as he fell to his knees.

Suddenly the burning stopped and he looked up to see Hinata crouched next to him with a concerned look on her face. She reached up and brushed her fingers over his cheek and he took a deep breath to regain his composure. "Tobi... Stand up we have to go, she's coming." she said and he looked to the woman walking over to him. The tall woman dropped to one knee beside him and reached out to him, but Hinata smacked her hand away.

"Please don't touch him, he doesn't want you to." she said sternly and Mei watched her for a moment, but then turned back to him. "I miss you." she said and he glared at her. "I don't give a fuck about you anymore. You miss me, that's so funny. Go fuck yourself." he snapped, the burning returning to his scar from her proximity. "I said get away from him." Hinata said and Mei rolled her eyes at Hinata, which turned out to be the wrong thing to do because the moment Mei reached for him again Hinata slapped her hand away once more.

Mei stood and Hinata did as well, the pain was overwhelming to him and there was nothing he could do as the two women started screaming at each other. He forced his way to his feet and wrapped his arms around Hinata's waist to try and pull her away from Mei. But before he could get her out of Mei's reach, the woman struck Hinata across the face. The slap echoed and the street was silent after that. "Oh fuck..." Ino whispered, only for him to reach up and brush his fingers over Hinata's cheek to try and comfort her.

He could feel the heat radiating off of the hand print, but there were no tears. Hinata carefully pulled his arms from around her. He didn't want to let her go, but he did. His eyes went wide as she made her way over to Mei, who laughed at her. "What are you going to do bitch?" Mei asked, only for an uppercut to snap her mouth shut and she stumbled backwards. He was not expecting hinata to hit Mei, but he had to admit it was well deserved.

"Hey Bitch!" Sakura yelled and Mei snapped her head up to the pink haired woman. "This your car?" Ino asked, propped up against a black Mercedes. Tobirama took this distraction to wrap his arms around Hinata once more and pull her towards the bike. "What are you doing?" Hinata asked and he shook his head. "Get on." he commanded and she nodded as she hopped on his bike. He put her helmet on and then his own. He tossed his leg over his bike and started the bike. They rolled backwards and he took one last glance over his shoulder before the crash was heard, making Hinata snap her head that direction.

"Don't you ever touch my friend you bitch." Sakura yelled as she swung a baseball bat into the windshield of Mei's car repeatedly. He knew the pinkette was probably going to end up spending the night in jail, seeing as Mei was currently doing what the crazy bitch did best. Calling the cops. However, he knew that Mei was probably going to spend the night in jail as well, seeing as the moment she had hung up the phone she lunged for Sakura.

He decided it was best to get Hinata the hell out of there, and back to her house. "Hinata... I'm so sorry." he said and she shook her head. "We can talk about it when we get to my house." she said and he nodded as he focused on the road. He pulled up to her house and she pulled off her helmet, setting it on the back seat of his bike. He kicked the kickstand down, but she opened the garage and motioned for him to pull it in.

He nodded and allowed her to grab her helmet before he rolled up the hill and into her garage. She met him at the top of the hill and closed it behind her. "Hinata I..." "Why do you keep apologizing today?" she asked in slight amusement and he snapped his mouth shut. She turned back and looked at him, hanging off the door frame and motioning for him to come closer with a single finger.

He rocked his head to the side and rushed in after her. He looked around the corner of the hall leading from the front door and he saw her with two full bottles of whisky in the stairwell. He shrugged and decided that he needed more to drink to get over the insanity of the night. He watched as she made her way up the stairs, her slow steps drawing his eyes to her backside. He skipped a few steps and wrapped his arms around her waist as they made their way up the steps. When they reached the top, he lifted her up and carried her into the room over his shoulder.

"What are we doing?" He asked as he set her on the footboard of her bed. "Well, obviously it has been a stressful night. You thought I wouldn't want you, and your psycho ex showed up and probably got my friends arrested." she sighed as she set the bottles on the bed and slipped herself back down from it. "And you... You have some things to discuss with me, but not until we have had enough to drink to kill a horse." She sighed and he raised a brow at her, but made no arguments about it.

"Now... I'm all for the adrenaline rush of riding, but... that was a little too much excitement." she said as she made her way over to her closet. He averted his eyes the moment she pulled her shirt off, only for it to go flying across the room to the hamper. "You've seen me naked before I don't understand why you're looking away now." She mused and he found his gaze wandering back to her "I figured I was going to be polite." he said and she laughed. "We are far from the line polite was. If anything, you've been rude." She said as she pulled on a tank top with no bra.

In his defense they were staring at him first.

"How am I being rude?" he asked and she looked up at him from where she was shimmying out of her pants. She had on lacy little underwear and he knew she had been planning on sleeping with him again. Damn Mei for ruining their night. His breath caught in his throat when she climbed into the bed with only those skimpy undies and the tank top on. Perhaps she hadn't ruined the night after all. He got to drink with a beautiful woman away from all prying eyes.

He climbed up onto the bed once he tossed his shoes to the side and she clicked her tongue at him. "Socks too, no sneaking out tonight." she said and he sighed and pulled his socks off. He climbed back into the bed and closer to her, only for her to offer him a bottle of whiskey. "I've never seen you fully naked. A girl is curious too, you know." she said and he frowned as he cracked the seal on the bottle and chugged it for a few seconds.

She wanted to see him without all of his clothes, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for that. He knew he could do it for her, but he was worried about the massive scar... would she be disgusted? She turned up her bottle and held it there for a bit as air bubbles filled the bottom of the bottle. He raised his brow at her. He thought she might have been drunk when she had said those things at the bar, but she was going to be fucked up tonight it seemed.

He rocked his head to the side and turned his bottle back up as well. If she was going to be he might as well get there too. "As much as I like seeing you fully clothed and looming over me so menacingly that it turns me on, I want to see you naked too." she said and he sighed. These were the shots from the bar talking, he knew this. He sighed and lifted his shirt up so she could see his stomach. He knew the front of him was nothing to be ashamed of, he was in perfect shape there.

"Damn..." she whispered as she reached to touch his stomach, running her fingers up over his abs. He dropped his shirt down as soon as she pulled her hand away and she sighed Pulling her shirt up to allow her chest to fall free. He snorted at this and she grinned. "Fair is fair." she said and he rocked his head to the side in agreement. "I'm guessing that means you want the pants to come off." he said and she looked up at him glossy eyed and poked out her lower lip slightly.

He sighed and stood, she crawled across the bed and slapped his hands away from his zipper only to undo it herself. She traced over the hem of his pants and slowly pulled them down over his hips while he just watched her. A slight pink tint formed on her cheeks and her fingers found their way to the slit of his boxers, but he grabbed her hand and shook his head at her. She looked up at him and pouted once more.

He released her and stepped the rest of the way out of his pants, lifting them up with his foot so he could fold them and place them on her night stand. He made his way back into the bed and she downed a little more of the whiskey, only to cork the bottle and set it beside her before she reached to touch his thighs. She squeezed them a little and looked up at him. She was amusing to him. "Why are you so obsessed with seeing me naked?" he asked and she laid her head on his thigh.

"Because Tobirama... I think you're hot." she said as she looked up at him. "Good to know." he said and she smiled up at him innocently, only to walk two of her fingers over his thigh and try and touch his groin once more. "Not yet, princess." he said and a deep flush covered her cheeks. "Finish your bottle and give it a minute, I'll let you touch me all you want when I finish my bottle." He said and she nodded, leaning to take her bottle once more.

"So, who is Mei?" she asked and he sighed as he took a drink from his bottle. "My ex. I left her because the crazy bitch tried to kill me." he said and she tilted her head to the side in confusion. "How?" she asked and he turned his bottle up and downed a little more. He was hoping the alcohol poisoning would wipe him out tonight. "I went to get her because she called me from a friend's house. Said she needed to see me and that it was important." he said as he sipped from the bottle once more.

He knew he needed to tell her what had happened, but damn it if it didn't make the burning return to his scar. "When I got there, she hopped on the bike crying, refused to put on her helmet. I said fuck it and took off, I was going to take her home because she obviously wasn't ok." he said and a sour taste filled his mouth. "She told me she had... she had slept with Madara and that she was so sorry." he said and he looked to see her frowning at him.

"When I said I didn't want to see her again after I dropped her off, she slammed on the brakes, sending us end over end and me sliding across the pavement." he said and she raised a hand and held it over her mouth in shock. "She didn't look like she had ever been injured though." She said and he nodded. "She didn't get hurt because the moment she got flung from the bike I pulled her in and took all of the damage myself. I slid across the pavement to protect a woman who had cheated on me." he sighed and Hinata frowned.

"Is that why you were holding your shoulder and side that way?" she asked and he nodded. "I still feel it and get flashbacks..." he sighed as he turned up the bottle and downed more of it. She turned her bottle up and downed the other half of it in one go, like it was nothing to her. She reached over and set the bottle on her side of the bed's night stand, only to turn back to him and crawl across the bed to wrap her arms around his neck.

"I'm so happy I met you... and I'm so sorry you went through that." she said as she kissed his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and buried his face into her neck. She just stroked his hair as his eyes started to burn. He didn't deserve her. He leaned back and she placed her lips against his. "Don't you worry... you'll never have to go through something like that again because I will never hurt you that way." She assured him and he nodded as he kissed her once more.

He was going to hold her to that.

They just sat there for a few minutes holding one another and he was grateful for the silence. After a bit her shoulders started shaking and he leaned back to make sure she wasn't crying. She wasn't, she was laughing so hard that she wasn't making any noise. "What is so funny?" he asked and she fell backwards clutching her stomach as she continued to laugh. "Oh... oh my god..." she laughed and he just stared at her oddly.

"I punched that psycho in the face because I was jealous." she laughed as she propped herself up on her elbows. He took in the sight of her with a raised brow, only to shake his head and finish off his bottle and set it on the night stand. When he turned around, she was watching him intently with half lidded eyes. "Why were you jealous of her?" he asked and she blinked at him slowly. "Because she had you at one point too. And I didn't ever want her to touch you again. You're mine now." she said and his throat went dry.

The sheer possessiveness in her tone sent him wild. It seemed like the possessiveness went both ways. He wanted to take her all over again, right then and there, but he was holding back because he truly didn't want that to be all they did. He looked over to her and she wasn't moving, just staring at him with those needy eyes of hers. The moment she lifted her hips up off the bed and slipped the thin fabric down her legs he closed his eyes to try and reign himself in.

He was going to jump her bones if she didn't stop. He kept his eyes closed and leaned to prop himself up on his elbows to avoid her gaze. He gripped the blanket the moment her hands trailed up his thighs. "You promised, To-bi." she said and he opened his eyes to look at her. She had discarded the little tank top somewhere and was sitting on her knees before him, completely bare. There was a redness that coated her skin and he knew it was from the alcohol.

She crawled onto him and placed her hips directly on him, her heat driving him wild. "Let yourself feel me, Tobirama..." she whispered into his ear, nipping at his lobe. "Hinata I..." He started but she pressed her lips to his. "You promised to let me touch you." she whispered and he sighed as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. She removed herself from his lap and reached for the hem of his boxers once more. She tugged them down and he lifted his hips to make her job easier on her.

She stared at his member for a moment and he could see the thoughts going through her mind. She slipped off the bed and walked over to her closet. She pulled out a scarf and began wrapping it around his wrists, only to tie it to the headboard. He didn't like the idea of this one bit, but he had told her she could touch him however she pleased. "No touching for you tonight." she said and he frowned at her. All he wanted to do was touch her and it seemed that she knew this.

He leaned back against the headboard and watched her as she trailed her fingers over his penis. It twitched and he closed his eyes and focused on keeping it flacid. He wasn't going to give her what she wanted it he couldn't have what he wanted. She laughed and nipped the side of his neck then kissed the center of his throat. "You're going to give me what I want." she said and he cracked an eye open to look at her. "In your dreams Backpack." he said and she let another laugh escape her.

"Scoot down." she said and he raised a brow at her. She motioned for him to scoot lower in the bed and he did. His arms were now above his head and he couldn't move them much, his eyes narrowed, that was what she had wanted. He watched as she crawled on top of him backwards and took his limp member in her mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on anything else, but she was winning. Her tongue swirled around him and he felt himself grow to fill her mouth. He bucked his hips and felt himself go deep down her throat with no resistance.

"God damn." he managed as his eyes rolled up. She started moving her head up and down his shaft, her hands picking up the slack when he became fully erect and she could no longer fully take him into her mouth without choking. He cracked his eyes open and saw that her core was within reach of his tongue. He leaned his head forward and slipped his eyes shut as he began eating her from the back. He would have given anything to have been able to use his hands to pull her closer.

His tongue darted within her folds and she jolted backwards to him with a gasp. She reached behind her and spread herself for him for a second only for her to turn around and kneel over his face. She spread herself from the front and lowered herself down onto his mouth, allowing him to bury his tongue into her opening. "Stop playing and make me cum." she demanded and he felt his erection jump in his arousal.

When he got his hands free it was over for her.

He pulled his tongue out of her and found her clit once more and began licking and sucking it. He looked up at her as she and her hands up her stomach and over her breasts. With every flick of the tongue on her clit she bounced away from him. "Release my hands." he commanded and she shook her head. "Fine." he said and yanked down on the scarf ripping it and causing her to gasp, but she couldn't focus on the scarf for more than a second because he buried his face back into her vagina and he held her down every time she tried to bounce away.

He dug his fingertips into her hips and kept her flush against his face as he continued his assault on her. She couldn't seem to figure out what to do with her hands, he noticed as they kept balling up and flattening out in the air. She released a moan and jolted forwards, her hands trying to remove herself from his face, but he wouldn't release his grip on her. She had demanded for him to make her come and she was going to whether she wanted to or not anymore.

"D-don't! S-stop!" she cried out and he looked up at her as she tensed up, his tongue assaulting her clit once more as she gasped and reached down to pull his hair. A few more swipes of the tongue and she arched her back and tried to pull her hips away from his face once more, but he held her there while she rode out her orgasm. Little whimpers escaping her as she flooded his mouth with her juices, her thighs trembling against the sides of his head.

He looked up and watched the rise and fall of her chest as it evened out once more. She slipped down his torso the moment he let her go and she leaned her face down to his as he licked his lips. "I said... stop..." she panted and he raised a brow. "I heard don't stop." he said and she frowned at him and rubbed herself over his aching erection. "I'll remember that for future reference." she sneered and he had to admit he liked the threat.

She slipped his erection between her folds and she slid herself up and down his shaft slowly, making him reach for her hips, but she slapped his hands away and continued her teasing. "You keep trying to touch and you won't get to be in me. I know how much you love that part." she warned and he swallowed softly. The threat was coming back to bite him in the ass already. "You told me to make you cum, don't take it out on me because you did." he grumbled, only to jolt as she slipped only the tip of him within her.

"Be a good boy and shut up." she snapped and he nodded. He had to admit his backpack was feisty when fully drunk. He closed his eyes as she kept slipping only the tip in and out of her. He was getting fed up with her teasing. Just one jolt of the hips and he could bury himself fully in her, but he didn't want to anger her once more so he didn't do it. He reached up and bit his knuckle to try and keep himself from thrusting his hips up every time she inserted him within her.

He curled his toes and squeezed his eyes shut to focus on anything else but the teasing that was happening. She misjudged her footing and slipped down a little further and he jolted a bit and she swatted his stomach. "Don't do it." she said and he gripped the blanket with his other hand. "Do you want to cum?" she asked as she inserted the tip into her once more. He nodded and she leaned down on him a little more.

"Beg for it." she hissed and he narrowed his eyes at her. "No." he said and she slipped herself halfway down his penis, only to pull herself all the way back off. The feeling made him bite his lip. "Beg for it." she commanded again and slipped his tip over her opening once more. He wasn't going to beg; it wasn't in his nature. When she slipped him within her once more, he slammed his hips all the way up against hers and buried himself fully within her. She opened her mouth to speak but he placed a hand over her mouth and continued to thrust up into her.

"Don't ever tell me to beg." He growled and her eyes fluttered shut as she spread her legs a little more and leaned back so he could go all the way up inside her. This was her consent for him to keep going. He released her mouth and her little moans that escaped her drove him feral. He pulled out of her and flipped their positions, throwing her legs up over his shoulders as he slammed within her once more roughly, making her head snap up.

Her jaw fell open and he continued his hard thrusts until her legs trembled on his shoulders and she came a second time. She whimpered beneath him as he buried himself as deep as he could go within her and he allowed himself to fill her to the brim. He shuddered and took a few breaths as he finished cumming in her. She was staring him in the eyes with an unreadable look. "Are you ok, Princess?" he asked softly and she nodded.

"Can you... can you wake me up this way sometime?" she asked and he smirked. "I thought you were going to fuss at me for disobeying you... forgive me, I don't beg." he said and she reached up and ran her fingers over his cheek. "I'm sorry for teasing you so much." she whispered and he lowered her legs from his shoulders and buried his face between her breasts. Her fingers trailed over his shoulders gently, only for one hand to stop suddenly.

He cursed under his breath as her fingers slipped over his scars. "Um... Tobirama?" she asked and he looked up at her. "I know it's horrible... but is it ok if I find those sexy?" she asked and his eyes locked with hers before he crushed his lips against hers roughly. If he weren't so tired, he would have showed her exactly how he felt about that comment.