A/N: This chapter is quite unnecessary. But I wanted the ficlet to be M-rated so I threw it in anyway. Haha. Thanks for reading Heartburn. :')

Disclaimer: Naruto and all characters of the manga/anime are created by Masashi Kishimoto. No profits are earned from this fanfiction in any way.

VI.

"Careful." Kiba instructed as Hinata made her way up the porch of the Inuzuka's cabin house, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

"Kiba," Hinata protested as he slung her duffel bag over one shoulder and guided her to his doorstep. "I can walk on my own. It's not like I broke my leg or even sprained it. I'm perfectly fine."

The Inuzuka blatantly ignored her words. He refused to release her waist, even managing to unlock his front door deftly with one hand.

Lake Mitoya was as beautiful as ever, frozen in the background in all of its glittering, white glory. Dark, conical pine trees clustered around them, dotting the hills and beyond, their branches ladened with powder white dust. The ground beneath them was buried under an even thicker layer of fresh snow that had recently been released by the skies above. Weak rays of sun filtered through the wispy grey clouds, lending a dreamy filter to the overall landscape. Hinata tilted her face towards the fading orb of light.

It was Sunday. She had been discharged from the hospital with permission from the doctor, much to her relief. Although she had been certified healthy and more than well enough to leave, Kiba was constantly asking her if she was feeling giddy or nauseous, his touch over her body both possessive and protective at once.

A smile lifted her lips as she remembered how he'd turned up at her ward and signed some papers the hospital needed. He looked darkly handsome as usual, perhaps more so without him in his Sheriff's attire. The simple black t-shirt and well-worn jeans he'd worn beneath another of his leather jacket seemed to enhance his handsome ruggedness. City men usually looked sharp, smart or overly well-dressed, but Kiba had this inherent, masculine attractiveness that he pulled off effortlessly.

The Inuzuka had donned a gray scarf around his tanned, strong neck, and his dark hair glittered with falling snowflakes which he shook out when he first entered her room. Hinata noticed several women glancing at him twice when they left the hospital, offering breathy hellos and greetings to their Sheriff. She'd smiled privately then, like a woman harbouring some inner secret.

When they were out of the hospital, Hinata had refused to be carried from the wheelchair and into his black pickup truck, insisting that she was able to cross the tiny space of distance on her own two feet. They ended up in a mock argument that sizzled with heat in the chilly wintry weather, and Kiba ended up giving her another of his deep kisses as he leaned over her to buckle her in.

Hinata had caught a whiff of wind, mint and cedar as he leaned over, the combination intoxicatingly seductive. She wanted to bury her nose in her neck, but forced herself to let him go to the driver's seat, watching with pleasure when he grinned and inadvertently flashed twin dimples as he called out a greeting to a passing town folk.

Despite her giddy happiness at Kiba's words the day before, the Hyuuga was well aware of the gap that had stretched between them during the past years they'd spent apart. They still had plenty to catch up on, to adjust, to get back into the rhythm. She needed

There was a bout of loud, frantic barking and Hinata blinked when a white blur hurtled out from the door, gray ears flapping, tail wagging.

"Akamaru." Kiba commanded. "Sit."

The dog immediately sat, his pink tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted and looked up adoringly at them, his tail still wagging furiously. Even while on his rump, his head was at waist-level with Hinata. Clearly, the canine had grown even bigger than she had remembered. When Kiba brought home the injured dog, he hadn't been as heavy as he looked.

"Oh, Akamaru, sweetheart," Hinata said, crouching down to hug the huge dog. The dog immediately went into her arms, his warm, furry body wriggling like a fish between her arms. Hinata was covered in wet, sloppy kisses as he nipped at her and licked her everywhere playfully.

"Easy boy," Kiba warned the canine.

"Thank you for finding me." She told him, her nose to his black snout. "Thank you."

Kiba felt a lump forming in his throat and fought the urge to pull both of them into his arms. God. Hinata always had the ability to make him do things like that.

"He's grown so big," Hinata gasped as Akamaru licked her face merrily. Kiba crouched down beside her, one hand coming to tug at the dog's collar to restrain the canine and his burst of affections upon seeing Hinata.

"Did he?" Kiba mused. "Never really noticed. You got fat, ol' boy," The Inuzuka patted the dog's rear and chided.

"C'mon, let's go in. It's cold out here for us, Akamaru. Hinata needs to rest."

The three of them went in, with Akamaru constantly at their heels.

Kiba steered Hinata onto a sturdy looking black couch with brown throw pillows. He set her duffel bag down by the floor before helping her settle on the couch.

"This place is lovely," She said, looking around the living room. The entire house was furnished in earthy colours of wood, black and beige. It looked homely and masculine, little bits and pieces of Kiba and Akamaru evident in the house. Random dog toys and chew bones littered the floor while Akamaru stood by looking innocent. He even had the audacity to offer her doggy grin, if that was possible. Other than the occasional unwashed coffee mug at the sink or the shirt and trousers he'd draped over his chair from the night before, the house looked fairly neat.

"I'm gonna get you a glass of water." Kiba said. He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Hinata alone with Akamaru.

She stared around in fascination.

The Inuzuka had chosen warm, orange lights for the entire place, lending a cheery glow to the small yet cosy home he'd made for himself. A slim television stood against the wall while two other beige couches flanked the black couch Hinata sat on, forming a U shape. Over the polished wood floor he'd laid a lush black, faux fur rug.

The entire layout was simple but homely.

Akamaru came to sit on her feet, his nose pushing into her hands. Hinata rubbed his head vigorously, letting her fingers run through his silky fur.

"Here," Kiba sat beside her and handed her a glass of warm water. Then he dropped two pills into her upturned palm. "You need to take this twice a day."

"Alright, Doctor Inuzuka."

He grinned as she downed the pills. Hinata leaned back against the couch and appraised him with soft eyes, the silence between them suddenly becoming charged.

"Kiba," She murmured. "Thank you for bringing me here."

He drew in over her.

"There's nothing to thank."

One hand of hers found itself clasped in his hand, and he lifted it to kiss her palm, gorgeous whiskey coloured eyes meeting hers in an electric gaze. Kiba pulled her onto his lap gently, so that she ended up with her hand over his heart again, her nose to his nose. Beneath her palm, his heart stuttered and picked up pace, his broad chest radiating heat through the shirt he wore.

"I thought we had this talk before." The Inuzuka breathed over her lips as she stared down into his handsome face. His hands were on her hips, his thumbs stroking her skin beneath the hem of her shirt.

Kiba could be outwardly expressive, outspoken, brash, reckless and wild. Everyone had seen that side of him. They had also seen the protective and responsible Sheriff Inuzuka who dedicated himself to tamp down crime rates in Wolfwater and make the town a generally safer place. This side however, was one of the rare sides he preserved for just her, during the time they had been together. This Kiba was tender and serious, his wildness restrained just for her, all gentleness and intent on persuading her to swing his way.

She briefly wondered if he'd spoken to any woman like that, but brushed the thought aside.

"Hey," He murmured. "Talk to me, Hina."

She cupped his cheeks. "We've spent seven years apart. Y-you might need time to adjust to me. And.. what about Kiyomi?"

He stilled and released a whoosh of breath.

"It was our third date. I was bent on getting you out of my mind, with dismal results." He said hoarsely. "She's pretty and sweet yeah, but I was forcing myself to go out with her when it was clear it didn't feel the way it should. It's like eating for the sake of filling your stomach, trying for the sake of trying. Kiyomi's great but...the pieces didn't fit."

She looked down at his collarbone and traced the line of the bone beneath the taut, tanned skin. "H-how...should it feel then?"

"Intense." He said quietly. "Searing. Like what we had. With you, I'd found someone who could accept all of me. Warts and all."

Hinata laughed huskily, but was unable to meet his gaze despite his mischievous tone. Her cheeks were crimson.

"We were so different, but hot damn, we were good together. Not just physically Hinata. We were a team then, don't you realise that? It was like... like you gotme. Really got me. Who I was, who I was going to be."

"You get me too." Hinata whispered.

"I thought I was the luckiest bastard alive when I managed to get you out on a date. I honestly hadn't gotten a blip of hope at all, seeing as how...rough.. and coarse I was. I am." He corrected and grinned softly. "After all, why the heck would a pretty girl like Hinata Hyuuga want to date Kiba Inuzuka? You have no idea how many people whispered that all the friggin' time."

"No," Hinata argued. "The girls were all fighting to go out with you, Kiba."

He raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Really? Anyway, I couldn't believe how smoothly things progressed. I thought you'd be frightened off by me at some point in time - I never thought we could stick out for so long. One, I was never good with words and you need someone to tell you in all the flowery glory of love poems, how much you mean to him every day. Two, I'd always imagine you with someone more suave. Someone who could buy you a string of three-hundred and fifty thousand dollar pearls to put around your neck and diamond earrings the size of grapes."

"I don't want those," Her face was comically indignant.

"Thank god you don't." He grinned. "Or we'll have to live in a shack."

She laughed and swatted at him playfully. Warm brown meshed with snow-white eyes.

"But my point is - " He paused. "You're everything. You're my best friend. My confidante, my partner, my lover. Sure, any woman could fill one role from that list, but it would be hollow and meaningless. There's not one woman on earth who can be all that to me, y'know. You have my heart damn it, and it's already yours, whether you want to have it or not. It's always been yours for the keeping. I was too afraid to face up to this notion when you left, but when I thought about you under all that fucking debris and realise that I might not have the chance to tell you this, I swore I wouldn't waste time by holding back and hiding my feelings or try to bury them."

"Kiba." Her voice wasn't hers - it was broken and sobbing. He hushed her and gathered her in his arms, nose buried in her neck.

"Yes, we spent seven years apart," He murmured. "But if you think about it, we have a lifetime ahead of us to make up for that." He leaned his forehead against hers. "Are there still any reservations in your head?" He asked huskily. "Bring them out. I'll exile them for you."

She laughed and hiccuped, gazing down into his deep-set eyes. The moment unfurled slowly, exquisite tension blooming between them like a blood-red poinsettia in winter as her laughter faded and silence floated down over them.

"Kiba," She murmured, settling more against his lap. "Will you make love to me?"

When he spoke, his voice sounded rough. "You just got out of the hospital. You need to rest. Recuperate."

Hinata felt her lips turn up in a smile. The dear man sounded as though he was trying to convince himself precisely that. She could see that familiar hunger in his eyes - the kind that made his sinfully dark eyes turned a shade darker, with thick lashes half falling over it.

"I've had enough of rest." Hinata leaned down and shyly brushed her lips against his, rubbing circles on his chest with her hands. "Two days in bed, doing nothing but sleeping and eating." She kissed him slowly, carefully, lingering on his heated lips, angling her head to fit herself against his mouth.

He groaned into her mouth, hands coming up to cup her head.

One of her hands drifted lower, her fingers skimming over his zipper lightly. She felt him thickening beneath the thick material and her breath stuttered.

"Jesus - No you haven't," Kiba growled, grasping her wrist with his long, callused fingers and pulling her away.

Hinata gave a little sigh. "Alright."

She touched his nose with hers, regret shining in her eyes.

"I'm just going to take a bathe. I haven't had a real good bathe in what seems like ages."

Kiba looked as though he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. "Sure," He said gruffly. The Inuzuka showed her to his bathroom after Hinata had gathered her toiletries from her duffel bag, his gaze not meeting hers.

She took awhile in the shower stall, rinsing and scrubbing methodically beneath a layer of foam and soap suds, her mind working even as her arms scrubbed of their own accord. Even after her break with Kiba, Hinata had abstained from flings or casual hook-ups. It held no allure then and now, for she wasn't the sort who could partake in something without being serious or overthinking it. She had also been too busy devoting her time and energy to her career to think about such matters.

But she wanted Kiba now. He was under the same roof with her, for Kami's sake, looking so good. They were both willing, and they had generally sorted out the tangle of emotions that had plagued them when she first returned to Wolfwater.

There was just one very familiar problem - Kiba was restraining himself for fear of getting her hurt. Physically of course. The silly man didn't know it, but he could never hurt her.

She rinsed out the soap suds in her hair and those on her body thoroughly, mouth quirking thoughtfully.

The Inuzuka had always been cautious, gentle and restrained with her whenever they got intimate or where locked in a lip-fest. Although... she had once unlocked his inner wolfishness before and that had required-

Hm.

She stared at the soft, navy blue robe hanging behind the white door, then at the johns and comfortable sweater Kurenai had thoughtfully packed for her in her duffel bag.

She smiled, then dried herself and the long, wet tendrils of her hair as thoroughly as she could with a thick towel. She pulled on the blue robe, cinching the belt around her waist in a loose loop. Hinata bit her lip. She looked comical. The material fell to her ankles and swallowed her frame, since it was Kiba's and was obviously larger in size.

Well there was nothing she could do about that.

When she stepped out, she found the Inuzuka in the kitchen, heating up a couple of grilled cheese and ham sandwiches. A plate of chilled onigiri sat on the stand-alone granite-topped island, while Akamaru sat near his master's heels, looking hopefully at him and then at the onigiri.

"That smells good," She commented, padding barefoot into the kitchen. Kiba turned with the sandwiches and almost tripped over Akamaru, who stood up excitedly, watching the sandwiches on the plate.

"Holy crap, Akamaru-"

He paused, and Hinata didn't miss the way his nostrils flared and desire lit his dark eyes. It was doused however, by some unseen thought that popped in his head, because he tore his eyes away from her and glanced down at Akamaru.

"Go sit somewhere else, buddy," Kiba said, nudging the white canine with his bare foot. "You're not getting any of those."

The dog merely went to Hinata, licked her feet energetically and turned onto his back to show her his large belly. She bent to rub it and laughed as he panted excitedly. The dog eventually sat down near the island and settled his chin on his front paws when Hinata moved to join his master.

"C'mon. You must be hungry." Kiba said, pulling out some bar stools.

"Um hm," She murmured, coming to stand near him, leaning her back against the counter to face him. She could feel the heat and tension radiating from his body as the sleeve of his robe brushed his arm. "I am hungry. But it's a different kind of hunger altogether."

She took his hands and tugged it near the belt around her waist.

"Hinata," He warned, but his voice sounded rusty.

She had pulled apart the gap of her robe using his hands. The belt gave way, and the fronts flapped open easily. For all she knew, it could have been summer outside: the way Kiba was staring down at her with barely controlled lust could have fried an egg on the spot.

A delicious flush skittered all over her skin as she waited for several seconds, her nipples puckering in anticipation for his touch, but it didn't come.

His jaw ticked, and he braced one hand against the top of the island, near her forearm instead, careful not to touch her.

"I thought you brought clothes with you into the bathroom." He stated, sounding as though he had swallowed sand.

"I thought it would be easier like this." Her voice hitched as he lifted one hand and cupped one full, breast topped with a tight bud.

"Damn right you are."

"Kiba," She whispered to him, her fingers sliding over the nape of his neck, her mouth almost touching his. "I want you so much."

He groaned. Easing the robe off her shoulders, they let it crumple into a heap onto the floor. It fell on Akamaru's nose and covered his eyes. With a snort and a disgruntled look, he stood, shook his head and plodded out of the kitchen after seeing that he wasn't going to get his paws on the snacks.

"God," Kiba groaned, hauling Hinata against his body. His lips descended over hers in an urgent kiss, one hand coming to cup her neck, his thumb on her cheek. It was as if a dam had broken, unable to contain the surfeit of lust and desire he had been concealing behind it. Hinata twined her arms around his neck, pressing her naked length against him as Kiba's free arm caught her by the waist. A soft, heady moan left her lips as she became aware of the seductive friction the roughness of his jeans and the heated fabric of his shirt provided against her bare skin.

He plundered her mouth greedily, tilting his head for a better angle as he teased her mouth and tongue in voracious strokes. Kiba's hands found her rear as he slid them down her sides. Cupping them, he squeezed and relished in her breathless gasps as she ran her hands over his broad shoulders in a feverish reply. He felt as hot as a brick, like a toasty heat generator on a chilly morning.

"Mm. Take off your shirt, please."

Kiba kissed her mouth. He pulled the dark fabric over his head and tossed it over his shoulder, but before Hinata could admire the sight of his muscled torso, he bent and took one creamy mound into his mouth, sucking and teasing hungrily, one big hand at the small of her back and another one on her hip, to hold her still.

A startled gasp left her lips as she felt the humidity of his hot wet mouth closing over her breast.

Hinata arched her back, trying to pull him closer as his tongue swirled repeatedly around the pebbled peak. She felt her hips grind against his crotch instinctively as a clawing ache of desire balled up tightly in her abdomen and accumulated with each lick and nip. His arousal fit neatly against the apex of her thighs, her mound rubbing instinctively against his jeans, the friction driving her crazy.

"More, Kiba," Hinata shivered in pleasure when his teeth scraped lightly against her nipple. "Y-you don't have to be gentle," She whispered. "Let go, Kiba."

If she thought he was rough before, she was wrong. The man turned positively savage at her words, sucking her breast hard until her back arched beautifully, her fingernails digging into his tanned skin pulled taut across hot, hard muscles. A few raw moans ricocheted off the kitchen's ceiling amidst the sucking and licking sounds as Kiba lavished greedy attention onto her other breast, leaving the previous one slick and flushed red. The sensations he evoked across her skin with his hot tongue was utterly exquisite and so pleasurable, Hinata was of no mind to control her sobs and pants that were escaping her lips.

She felt his fingers reaching down and brushing lightly at her clit, coating his fingers immediately in viscous wetness. He lifted his head from her breasts, deep, dark eyes swirling with unsated lust, hair sexily tousled from her fingers.

"You're soaking wet."

Hinata slid her fingers over the nape of his neck again and kissed him. "F-for you."

"Hell yeah."

Hinata felt Kiba slide one hand round her waist again as his finger slipped gently inside her and stroked, his forehead almost touching hers. She inhaled deeply and fought a mewl at the intrusion, her grip on his shoulder tightening while she kissed him with long, lush kisses. Their eyes met in that instant, one milky white and drugged, the other dark and intent. She ran her hands down Kiba's torso ridged generously with muscle, admiring the dark, satin skin pulled tight over powerful muscles. Her eyelids drifted to half mast as she felt him beneath her palms, the heat branding into her skin. She allowed her fingers to drift to his jeans, unbuttoning them with shaky fingers.

Then she unzipped the zipper over his straining erection while the Inuzuka brushed his mouth over hers again and again persistently, until she was drowsy with lust and distracted from her initial task. Hinata chuckled at his antics and ducked from his roaming mouth to concentrate on his zipper instead, scolding him softly beneath her breath.

Kiba chuckled huskily. He leaned down to kiss her neck, nuzzling into the soft crook where her neck met her shoulder while rubbing her bottom with his hand, murmuring soft, incoherent words of encouragement.

A rumble came from deep within his chest, heat vibrating against her shoulder when she freed his cock from his boxers. Hinata's fingers wrapped itself around his thick, hot shaft. The result was a low groan, as though he was in pain. She trailed her hands to its very tip, where a tiny bead oozed out from the slit. Trembling, she spread it over the head of his cock with her thumb and felt Kiba inhale sharply, his body stiffening.

"God." He muttered into her flushed skin, eyes falling shut as she caressed it shyly. "Stop. Jesus."

Kiba pulled her hands away from him. He looked like a kid who had unwrapped his presents before Christmas had even arrived, dark eyes were gleaming with wild hunger. "I need to be in you now."

Hinata nodded and smiled breathily. "Yes. Yes."

He released her and scanned the kitchen quickly. Then grabbed his jeans, pulled out his wallet and retrieved a square silver foil. After seizing his shirt with condom in hand, Kiba scooped her up quickly, her legs dangling over his arms, and stepped around the island.

"Where-" Hinata asked, looking confused, her arms instinctively coming around Kiba's neck.

"Bedroom. You'll be more comfortable."

Kiba settled Hinata onto the dark sheets of his bed, admiring the sight of her fair skin against the contrasting colours with feverish eyes. After spreading his discarded shirt beneath her rear, Kiba hovered above her on his palms, showering her breasts with ardent kisses and suckles, shifting his big hands on her waist to hold her down as she wriggled. A heady moan from her shot straight to his groin. He was as randy as a teen, damn it all.

Beneath him, Hinata watched with pleasure-filled eyes as he slid the condom over his stiff cock. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she tried to hold him close but he lifted himself on one elbow and stared down at her with reverence and awe, brushing the back of his fingers against her breasts and her curves. There was a dreamy pink blush staining the fairness of her skin... and he suddenly remembered how she once blushed like this, when they were intruded upon by an elderly couple during a heated make-out session in a secluded garden. A smile tugged his lips.

"I haven't forgotten this." He said, gazing deep into her eyes, running one hand down the sides of her curves that had driven him wild once upon a time and found the warm, wet slit to her body. Her lips parted. "So fucking beautiful."

"Hm," She murmured, her eyes desirous, her hands resting on his chest. "Y-you look very good yourself."

He grasped his cock and teased her with its head by rubbing it over her clit. Her face contorted in desire and she squirmed, hands brushing over him, trying to guide him into her.

"Don't tease me, Kiba," She begged. Her voice was soft and cultured, but it almost sent him over the edge with her pleading tone. "Please. I w-want you in me." Her eyes almost shy, she reached down and held herself apart with her fingers.

Holy shit. His Hinata, offering herself to him so willingly, so freely. Hinata, who loved him beyond all sense, who even left town because of him. And here she was, naked in his bed, telling him to take her.

With a growl that sounded almost animalistic, he lunged over her and slid into her in a thick, luscious glide. They groaned together and almost brought the walls down. Mostly he groaned at the incredible feel of her hot, wet and clenching tight around his bare cock, her body full and lush beneath his hard one.

"Fuck." He hissed, eyes falling shut, trying not to pound into her like a beast. "My god- I - god."

"It's alright." Hinata soothed him, stroking the rise of his muscled back with her hands, kissing his forehead, his nose, his lips. "It's alright, Kiba." How ironic that she was telling him this now. It was a role reversal. He was the one to always soothe her and tell her he would make things better when they had been together before.

"You're so tight." He could only say sluggishly.

Hinata kissed him again, lifting her legs higher so that she cradled him perfectly, at an even deeper angle.

A thought occurred to him. It was not exactly the most opportune moment for such a thought, but Kiba couldn't stop himself from asking her.

"Hinata. Tell me honestly... were you with any other man during the past seven years?"

Her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a soft smile that nearly did him in. "No."

"You were celibate?" He asked hoarsely, even as she tried to wriggle her hips in an effort to get him to move. His heart almost stopped beating.

"Yes," She touched his tattooed cheeks.

"My god. So was I, sweet." He pressed his forehead against hers and took her mouth in a soft kiss. "I couldn't bring myself to. To sleep with other women."

"Oh," She said softly, closing her eyes. "I don't blame you even if you did, Kiba. When I left you, I didn't expect you to abst-"

"That doesn't matter," He said. "What matters is this."

He slid his hand between her shoulder blades and flipped them over so that she straddled him. Startled, she clutched at his muscled biceps, the tips of her hardened nipples brushing his chiselled pecs.

"Kiba?"

"Want you on top." He murmured, kissing her jaw. On top of him, she looked flushed and beautiful, her white eyes half lidded, dark hair in a soft tangle around her face. "Take me. I'm all yours." He murmured, scooting back against the pillows. Once he settled comfortably, he urged her to move.

Her eyes dreamy, one hand braced on his thick shoulder, Hinata lifted her hips and sunk down experimentally on him, swallowing him fully. Their moans mingled together in an erotic symphony, echoing in his bedroom. So incredible was the friction that Kiba fought the urge to thrust up and fuck into her repeatedly to seek his own release. Instead, his hands wrapped around her waist, guiding her as she rose and then sank down onto him with aching slowness, her full, firm breasts bouncing tantalisingly before him.

Fuck. He tried to think about crime statistics during the festive period and Shino droning on about them, but Hinata destroyed his fight for self-control when she gave a breathy sigh near his ear and kissed his cheek chastely.

Her hips started to roll with an uncontrollable momentum as she succumbed to the waves of lust crashing over her, the need to assuage the ache building low in her abdomen. It was the sexiest sight he'd ever seen, and it nearly drove Kiba insane. Her luscious, round breasts bounced in time to her movements as she rode him wildly, head thrown back, her body shiny with a sheen of sweat. He felt her small hands had gripping his shoulders tightly, digging into his skin. A growl escaped his lips. There was no doubt his skin would bear small, crescent shaped indents later.

Not that he cared.

Kiba reached up, both hands grasping her breasts as she swivelled her hips again. He felt the pleasure building, coiling, like a snowball rolling down a hill. With each roll and movement of her body, he felt his body stiffening, his cock near to exploding.

"I love you," He said, sitting up fully. He grasped her neck and gave her a hard, long kiss, the other arm secure around her back.

"Oh - Kiba."

Hinata tore herself away from his mouth, her cries high and loud, baring her fair column of throat to him. His name was drawn out in the sexiest two-syllable word he'd ever heard escape her lips and her back arched in a beautiful arc, breasts thrusting out against him. Her pearl white gaze met his shining with an intoxicating mixture of delicious pleasure and stunned ecstasy as her orgasm exploded within her. He roared and snarled and growled when she sank down to the hilt and he felt his world shatter, his vision whiting out as he felt his cock pumping himself into her. Hinata's body seized him in a greedy, tight hold, milking him urgently as Kiba pounded up into her like a beast, his arms around her waist.

"Oh god, Kiba!"

He seized her tight and buried his face in her neck, body shaking under the influence of his powerful orgasm.

Long after his body had sated itself and his cock had been stripped of fluids, Kiba felt Hinata collapse atop him, her body soft and languid. Soft kisses were placed all over his chest.

"Holy fuck." He swore as he sat up and cradled Hinata in his arms. For a moment, he stared down into her dazed eyes as she rested on palm over his heart.

"My god." He rasped, moving to drop a kiss on her lips and her shoulder. "Now that was worth the wait."

She smiled and turned her face into his chest, suddenly shy. For a moment, they stayed like that, heaving in each other's arms, until Hinata made a sound and lifted herself off him carefully, trying not to soil his bed covers. He held onto the bottom of the condom so it wouldn't slip off. Chest rising and falling rapidly, he made to wipe away at her nether regions with his discarded shirt, but Hinata took it from him instead and shook her head, her cheeks red.

They took a shower in his bathroom which involved several more toe-curling and mind-blowing sex. They eventually curled up together naked in bed, with Akamaru snoozing in a corner of Kiba's bedroom.

"I can't believe you're here with me," Kiba murmured quietly as she rested her head on his shoulder and traced invisible patterns on his broad chest. Hinata pressed her lips to his clean, heated skin, the comforter slipping around her bare shoulders.

"Neither can I," Hinata said softly, her eyes tender as she raised herself to look at him. "Thank you for pulling me out of that debris. For finding me. For still loving me."

"No," Kiba growled, tumbling her over so that she was beneath him, her body warm and soft. His fingers slid between hers and they clasped each other's hands, palm to palm, gazes meshed together.

"I should be the one saying that, sweetheart." He pulled her close and hugged her tightly. "Thank god you came back. Thank god you had the courage to find me despite knowing how fucking tough it was. I'm never letting you go. Not without a goddamn fight, you hear me, Hinata?"

She nodded and smiled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

"And no more walking out of my life just like that," He said huskily.

"Never," She promised, slinging one leg around his hip.

Heat flared and kindled in his dark brown eyes, but no one could mistake the fierce love that burned within his gaze. It reached into her, touched her, and branded her heart in a quiet, inexorable hold as he slid into her with hushed awe.

And in the lush, burning heat of his incredible love, Hinata knew that the Inuzuka felt exactly the same when his pupils dilated and he emitted a raw, broken groan.

She had found him, just as he had her.

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