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"I want us to try something." He grips her ass, squeezing the cheeks suggestively. Hinata squeaks and promptly slaps the hand away. "They say that the best things happen here." He pouts, rubbing his injured knuckles.

Shivering ensues. The already warm, heavy air getting harder to lift away from her lungs as the predatory gleam in Sasuke's eyes continues to shine even in the darkened room. The smell of dust, inactivity and the strongest—spoiled fish- wafts around their senses in an inexorable lingering that however does little to ease the obvious tension between the couple. Or at least, Sasuke's hard on is still proudly inflated even at the wake of these abominable discomfort. Smelly room? Absence of a warm bed? Even a dirty, grimy floor? So far he hasn't been discouraged. Sasuke, it seems is quite the Spartan when it comes to getting laid.

On the other hand, Hinata has never been a big fan of on the spot, without-any-taste sex. Hell, she hasn't even tried the backseat kink Hanabi swears to death is so hot you'd forget there's an air conditioner whirring in the background. Hinata is the homely, private type who prefers things to happen in the comfort of a warm, fluffy bed where you are sure you'd fall on something safe when you are thrown and tossed around. And you have something to hide on when somebody walks in because your guy is too much of an assuming airhead to even think about locking the door. Hyuuga Hinata is not a masochist or a person who understands the thrill of getting caught, thank you very much so she doesn't exactly appreciate being pounded mercilessly against a hard wall like an unresponsive Tiffany doll.

And oh, did she mention that Sasuke doesn't even have plans about wearing a condom? She's on birth control, true but he should at least have considered the repercussions that might come off after too much impetuous sex and too little of a necessary foresight. We don't want them multiplying here. And we all know that both Hyuugas and Uchihas breed children like a rodent. How else would they manage to make themselves the biggest clans? Making love anywhere, anytime and so hard you'd bleed? That should lead something for two healthy, very, very fertile people. Because for consistency's sake, even Chucky who is a damn doll had a son!

Anyway, she hugs herself closer, face flaming and her knees violently shaking as she tries to emulate the reluctant girlfriend as much as possible. That she is not yet ready to lie against brooms and fit herself into a closet. Because she is not a damn doll. There's the restroom after all, which at least has enough disinfectant all around to be bearable. And a toilet seat. And a very convenient source of water. To which Sasuke only frowns defiantly in answer, obviously not feeling at all like an oppressive rapist.

Hinata sighs. "Ano… Sasuke-kun…" she starts, rather fearfully, her eyes blinking back tears. "I think… Ano… I don't think… Now is the time…" Or place, she muses while surreptitiously glancing at the stinking trash bin situated at the corner of the room. The less said about the smell the better. "… to try to be ano… adventurous."

"We still have an hour." He states sulkily like a denied child would. Hinata would have found him cute if he is not trying in vain to entice her with a strip tease. Which altogether obliterates the cute vibe. Removing his tie. Unlocking a few buttons. Zipping his pants down slightly. If anything, he looks ludicrous. And then he gets a little more desperate. Dragging her hands to touch him… HIM. Letting it rub against the erection. Deliberately moaning her name. "Hina-ah" When both of them know that her fingers didn't even come close into brushing HIM sensually. When still she doesn't get turned on enough to start ravishing him (raping?) right there and then as he had hoped, he finally ends up putting his trousers down, showing to the world (his world: aka Hinata) his engorged, flaming, very much hard member.

Hinata gasps.

Sasuke smirks.

Hinata thinks he really looks cartoony ridiculous now.

Sasuke wonders if he really is that attractive.

He's big though. Really big. No one can deny that.

To say that she is not tempted to just stab herself with that enormity would be hypocrisy. In fact, it looks so perfect right now that Hinata is starting to have second thoughts from totally fleeing from this death chamber. Maybe she'd be distracted by the smell of his essence long enough to forget the smelly, completely biodegradable dead fish abandoned by the fired janitor somewhere? He looks so suckable right now. Provided that he wouldn't get the veins in his legs in a varicose when he remains standing for a long, long time for her to suck him into oblivion. Hinata didn't really enjoy the mechanics and the sacrifices required for a man's standard for a fulfilling fellatio. In fact, her gagging reflex is so repulsive it did scare Naruto many a time that he ultimately just didn't attempt to implore her in it again, calling it degrading and stuff that would later be reasons for him to break their arrangement.

But she is older now. And may have possibly developed a more resilient throat muscle. Other than that, Sasuke's package seems to be so big that it leads her to wonder how much she can fit into her mouth. And how sensitive it is since she seems to manage to inspire a boner by just speaking to him. How about she speak to HIM then? She giggles at her own kinky thoughts, surprised by her own self. She must still be really ecstatic that Sasuke doesn't mind her… experience at all.

So it's true. Sasuke indeed has some superiority and inferiority complex.

Sasuke watches her hungrily eye his shaft and smirks to himself in exultance. He reaches for her face, kisses her passionately and whispers as an encouraging breath on the folds of her mouth. "I don't mind standing for the next fifteen minutes." He murmurs, ghosting over her nose and feeling satisfied at the harsh pants that are now coming out in gasps. "We certainly do need the lube for our next task." He smacks her ass. "Nobody else took you here, right?"

Hinata moans an honest assent as she pulls herself to kneel down before him, her mouth wide open in order to fully envelope HiM. "That's why I know it would hurt." She says after a mouthful of large man-dick and some prickly pubic hair. Sasuke groans at the resonating vibrations from her throat, fisting his hand on her dark, dark hair, very much like he did in his dreams. Only that it actually feels softer than it already looks to be, like water freely evading your grasp (Or… he winces, as the dobe would have compared, like a particularly stubborn ramen strand). Does she really need to murmur that with him being eaten like that? "But I won't mind…" Hinata resumes and it plainly drives him crazy. "… as I myself want to try it too. But not here please? Somewhere else. I'd make it up to you. I promise."

She doesn't wait for any response. He is too busy gasping superficially for that. And so she begins the drill, tonguing him with one long, lapping stroke on the base and a devious pump on those she can't reach. Sasuke's eyes pops open in pleasure, disbelief dominating in his features as he futilely tries to comprehend what in this fastidious world can bring him this much satisfaction.

Finally, he has her. Sasuke only wishes that they have more time.

The clock ticks.

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Ten A.M. Konoha train station. Rush hour. And one freaking hour AFTER the deadline they are inconsiderately given for appearance. Sasuke and Hinata still disheveled from the session in the janitor's closet, unable to look at each other lest it means another detested goodbye. He has an arm wrapped securely around her shoulders though for he did notice the appraising glances the male in the university gave his girlfriend—the same people who once dismissed her without thought for the more hippy and slutty species like Ino and Sakura. As if Sasuke-fangirling isn't already a major turn-off. America does wonders. Hinata looks more beautiful now than the typical Beverly Hills chick.

He draws her closer, feeling her quaking against him. This is indicative only of her growing impatience with the glaring fact that her younger sister apparently has the gutsy galls to set rules for them she wouldn't even try to follow. Foot tapping on the pavement. Staccato rhythm so grating you would be able to hear it above the rumbles of the train (if it still rumbles that is… that's so Victorian after all)

An hour wasted waiting. They could have spent it already on just checking in a motel and having several hot quickies and maybe even the most kinky shower session. And let's not forget the buttsex. They can accomplish that in two hours on a nice bed. But life somehow, is not so sweet. The farthest they got a while ago in the janitor's closet is Sasuke coming so powerfully in Hinata's mouth before the girl wipes her lips up and takes a look at her watch and oh Sasuke… Hanabi is going to have my head if we're late! Good thing she has some baby wipes handy in her purse (the reason why she smells like lavender and vanilla? Lavanilla? He rather likes that.) or else they'd be breaking Rule Number Three and look like he just pissed his pants off at the sight of a rabidly, salivating Hinata. Or worse, people thinking Hinata is drooling because he just soiled his jeans.

Damn.

Ten-thirty. Train hisses. No Hanabi.

Ten thirty-one. Intercom reminding people who doesn't have any business there to leave. Still nothing. People pass by them. None of them look like the head Sasuke wants to strangle so much.

Ten thirty-two. Hinata finally snaps. She stands up, groaning and for the first time in his life, hears her swear about having Hanabi's head for a change.

As if on cue, her phone rings. Ikimono Gakari sings in the background, her wonderful voice doing nothing on appeasing Hinata's fuming self. Angrily, she fishes out the phone from her pocket, a violet piece of touchscreen plastic that has the fire symbol for a keychain. She puts it near her ear and she opens her mouth to raise hell…

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

To his disappointment, Hinata only listens to her sister give her excuses with a frown. So Hanabi became a machine gun spouting nonsense the first moment… Little sisters are little monsters too, it seems. "So you're telling me…" Hinata complains in exasperation using the stern-older-sister tone Sasuke sometimes hear from his mother whenever someone in her maiden family cries their eyes out to her shoulder because of a cheating husband. Sasuke doesn't know if he's about to root that Hanabi is on the same boat. Because who would want an annoying, whining younger sister stealing your remaining time with your sexily., lovely girlfriend? "… that you are staying here in Konoha… because well, Konohamaru is celebrating his grandpa's birthday tomorrow? Two more days! Hanabi!"

He perks up. Two more days for Hanabi? What the? Sasuke expects a remonstrance featuring an angry father, an upset father and a disapproving father. Hinata did mention once in their hastiness to come here at exactly nine that for the longest time, Hiashi has always been their conscience. So everything should be about Father. Hiashi is quite the man, it seems.

And that he doesn't really appreciate latecomers.

Thankfully, Sasuke isn't like Kakashi or else, he would have no chance at all.

"… don't you think it's a bit unfair if you let me go ahead? Sasuke and my anniversary is only a week away as well. You know, I'm leaving in two weeks too. And we certainly would like to spend—"

Hanabi interrupts. Squack. Squack. Squack.

Meanwhile, Sasuke rejoices inwardly. She remembers! He himself would like to have as much fun with her as possible to last another year of just sticking with Skype. That covers being adventurous. And fucking her from behind!

Surprisingly, it's Hinata who does the outward dance though. "Really? Hanabi! Thank you. Thank you. You really are an angel" A kissing sound. "Love you. Bye." Dial tone. Toot. Toot. Toot.

Sasuke has his mouth agape in wonder and askance. "Huh?"

Hinata grins in answer, then blushes bashfully. "Ano. Two more days Sasuke-kun…" she drawls excitedly, clapping her hands together and wrapping them around his neck. She kisses his nose, something she made clear she is very fascinated with since the beginning. He feels his pants twitch for the undetermined time of the day. "… I would be staying here in two more days! Seems like Hanabi has managed to tweak something up with Chichue behind my back. It's a good thing she's the favorite. Woohoo." Then she pauses in thought, lips pursing. "But do we have the money for a hotel check-in in the meantime? Because ano… I certainly—"

"Don't bother." He interjects, sounding cool and well true to his words, unbothered. He shrugs. "I'm an Uchiha." As if that is reason enough.

Two hours later, at the Presidential Suite in the Sharingan Hotel and Restaurant while Sasuke requests for a well-deserved brunch over the phone ("For energy." He mentions, smirking. "While I stay on top."), Hinata realizes that indeed being an Uchiha is reason enough. She lies on the king-sized bed, watching her barely dressed boyfriend insist something over the smallest matter that doesn't even concern her nakedness too. Because dammit… she feels awkward being turned on like this and not getting anything because of… food.

After reminding the poor soul from the other line that he prefers his pizza with more tomatoes than anchovies, Sasuke turns to her. He is grinning deviously. "You mind if we are going to be locked up here for the next two days?"

Hinata shakes her head. No. Definitely not.

"Good." He says, coming up closer to her. He is crawling. He looks like a cat. Awww. "Because my mother is due to check things up here just in time before I set you free. And I want her to meet you." He puts his luscious lips on her neck, nipping and sucking softly. "I'm sure she would approve of you."

Not replying, Hinata only opens her legs for him.

Sasuke squeezes, presses, inserts himself in.

And for the second time that morning, they feel complete.

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What started on him being cool and amazing on top ends up pleasantly on her riding him.

Much to his eternal embarrassment, the short blowjob session in the utility room has left Sasuke with more sensitive nerves than a horny prepubescent boy watching cheap porn and thereby driving him to lose it even before Hinata got started. A few shallow thrusts here and there… Getting pumped up by what in his mind is the best pussy in the world… And the fact that Hinata was under him and calling his name… Not Naruto's… And oh, her hands travelling around and about his chest as if searching for some kind of sexy man hair… Thus had been enough for the Earth to stop spinning on it's axis and him to ultimately dissolve into rippling pleasure, muttering something about "Hinata!" and he had slumped into a stunned mannequin, his vision turning to black.

He hears Hinata shyly complain about something he always feared.

She hasn't come yet.

To Hinata's credit, she isn't one to take shit for his ineptitude, only to patiently wait for the less-than-stimulated Sasuke to regain his reigns as a man and revert into full sex-god mode again. That makes her so special. She can forgive. Taking initiative, she flips their positions so that he lies on his back, with his eyes wide and anticipating. This is all so familiar. She faces him, smiles and straddles him as she slowly kneels down to prepare herself in the famous lowering motion. She seals their tryst, while keeping both knees fixed strongly on the bed. She rubs her womanhood against the head, twirling along it in an alluring circular motion. Sasuke mumbles a plea. Hinata smilingly complies. She actually looks smug about it. And finally, he sees himself disappear inside her again…

He braces himself, crossing his fingers…

No Naruto right?...No? No?

Whew…

Seated on him, her hands begin to caress his and tacitly direct him to hold her waist. Sasuke is more than glad to follow her lead and he dutifully begins to massage the pelvic bones he is made to be in contact with, driving Hinata to an edge where she bounces even more powerfully up and down to him. Her rhythm erratically pushes him to another wave of all-too-soon ejaculation. But for Hinata, he holds it. It's like when you are stuck holding your balls because a toilet is just inaccessible. It's unbearable until it… isn't.

He isn't about to look pathetic. Even though she basically is the one with the upperhand now.

As if being inside her again isn't enough though, (is he the one being punished here or something? This is torture) she curls her feet around the inside of his legs… grabs the white bedsheets around his head and gives him a quick peck on the lips. Hinata begins the game by squeezing her butt, tilting her pelvis and moving again in small, tight motions. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Oh My Sage…

Thank whatever Kami that is hitting those love arrows all around the world that Naruto is both dumb enough to leave her and smart enough to pair Sasuke, of all people up with this goddess.

So here we have our overly submissive and highly turned-on Sasuke, watching in fascination as his girlfriend's lovely breasts gallop sexily in mid-air, feet suspended in a continuous lever to help her sink and retract herself from him in a very desirable pace. She grinds herself against him in quick controlled motions, their sex oh-co-carnally connected. Hinata's hair goes wild around her head. She flicks it up to another side, unbothered by the fact that she actually is sans her famous bangs now, everything made damp by the sweat that her effort is quickly accumulating. She ignores the cramps and resumes her work, undaunted as she pumps him like a faucet for her own release.

Sasuke is rendered more impulsive by this. He sneakily lets his fingers trail around her hips… to her dripping asshole… and without warning, plunges one inside.

Shocked, Hinata pauses mid-dick, letting herself adjust in the sudden but welcomed intrusion. She gives him a questioning glance, before slowly dawning to her that he is considerately preparing her for what is to come when he takes his revenge for besting him in Round One.

Sasuke grins in satisfaction. He plunges even deeper, earning himself a wanton moan.

Being impaled in both sides does something unadultered to Hinata. Her motions become faster, more excited, more determined on getting undone and so Sasuke bravely inserts another finger.

"Aahh.." Hinata screams.

He adds another. Three. He pumps. Fast, hard.

"Oohhh.." she relents into moaning. The slowing down of her thrusting on him a signal of her impending undoing. The string uncoils and Hinata practically shrieks "Sasuke-kun.." And there is the proverbial white light as she pours herself completely to him.

It's Sasuke's turn.

Well-lubricated now that he is soaked entirely of her womanly essence, he withdraws himself from her. Turns her over. Parts open her ass cheeks. Braces her through more of his fingering. He lathers a bit of her own fluids around her insides, making her shudder and breathless underneath him. He likes doing this to her. She deserves it. And so without any more ado after she begs him to just do it ("Ano… Sasuke-kun.. can you please hurry up?" "Curse for me" "Eeeeh?" He sighs. "Never mind."), he enters her from behind.

Screaming together, Sasuke realizes that they have just been baptized.

He is no longer a virgin.

And she is now officially his.

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Two days, several special pizza deliveries and a hugely suspicious hotel staff later as Hinata is preparing to swallow Sasuke… LITTLE SASUKE! whole, an ominous knock on the door is heard. Three raps. Soft but with distinguishable authority.

Sasuke's darkdarkdark eyes widen in alarm.

Hinata could only squeak indignantly when Sasuke shoves her away from him, in a flurry of hurried movements to search for his clothes. While Hinata dumbly stares, finding herself frozen when he harshly ordered her to get dressed too… like immediately.

He is already halfway on his shirt when he notices her in that state, regarding him with a stunned and perplexed expression and her kissable mouth agape. Let's not get started with her state of undress as well. She is so surprised by his rashness that she forgets that it would just be in character for her to grab some blankets and cover herself up. He glares at her (hoping that it would come off more as a smoldering look of profound desire) and prompts. "I know that knock…" he replies to her unspoken question, tossing to her the hotel robe. The clothes she wore is nowhere to be seen. What do they know? They have been all nude in the last thirty-six hours and couldn't care less whether it's under the bed or six feet under the ground. But they have to care. Like… now! "And if we don't show ourselves to her in thirty seconds, I wouldn't doubt that she would easily find the key."

True enough, the knob turns.

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To say Uchiha Mikoto is surprised to see a scantily-clad young woman before her own son is a grave understatement and a flatout lie. Because come on, the one assigned in the front desk, as well as the waiters, the doorman, the giggling chambermaids and even their supervising manager has bluntly told her that her baby Sasuke is in his own customary suite. Which is unusual in itself since he otherwise didn't care of that nicety he got as the second son from his wonderful mother. But what's more? He had been there for two days. And with a girl no less.

No question about what they are doing. Mikoto is very sure they are not there locking themselves away for a paired homework. Because firstly, they aren't in highschool anymore. And oh, did she mention the thing about the heavily blushing chambermaids?

So the truth is… Uchiha Mikoto is proud!

And he has great taste too, she muses eyeing the girl thoroughly from what is visible beneath the blankets she now had the sense to obscure herself with now that she's in their presence. Blue hair. Fair skin. Great body anyone would have killed and well, paid for. And that adorable flush. You can pointedly ignore the Hyuuga eyes. She's perfect! Is this her long lost daughter or something? Because come on, if it weren't for Fugaku and Hiashi being little cockblocker bastards, a Hyuuchiha union would have happened sooner. They have that much sexual tension. Leave Fugaku and Hiashi in a room and it probably would be an NC-17 yaoi.

"Mother." Sasuke greets, awkwardly. How cute.

"Sasuke." She acknowledges cordially in response, but her eyes are still fixed on the girl. Mikoto advances further inside, kicking the door behind her with a thud. No need to bother with damn eavesdroppers. She isn't the mood to fire anyone now that her son is finally having sex. She stares at the trembling girl who seems like she just wants to get into a hole and forever be consumed by worms right there and now. And smiles warmly. "And who do we have here?"

"My girlfriend." Is Sasuke's curt answer. Mikoto is shocked. So this is not just a one-night-stand that got too far? Wow. That's a pleasant surprise. And the Uchiha matriarch is apparently in for more. "We've been dating for two years already actually."

What? "A Hyuuga!" She exclaims, thoroughly mind-blown. How has he managed to hide this from the Hyuuga's all-seeing eyes? That clan has more bodyguards on-the-go exceeding the population of their own kinsmen. "You've been dating a Hyuuga for two years!"

"Tch." Her son grumbles, ushering the girl's form to shuffle away to the privacy of the bathroom, which the Hyuuga seems to be only relieved to do. Sasuke glares at his mother as the door shuts with finality, looking irritated. How cute. "I didn't know you'd be coming this early. We were actually just about to prepare ourselves in meeting you. And oh, don't be so much of a worrier. There's nothing really wrong about being a Hyuuga."

"Of course." She amends, aware about how she sounded rather racist. "What are you doing here by the way?"

"Hm. Preparing to meet you as I said?"

Hm? So he is having a breakfast in bed then? What preparation! "Well somebody called me that you are here… so I decided to see what's up." She directs her gaze towards the restroom's door, grinning from ear to ear with mischief. The girl who has been with her baby for two years. She must be really special for him to her here knowing that introducing the girl to his mother afterwards would be inevitable. Is the myth of the Uchiha's One True Love still true in the latest generation? "Your niisan would love to hear about this, you know."

"Geez. No thanks." Sasuke shrugs the notion away with nonchalance, giving his mother an imploring gaze. "So just scram away in the meantime, will you? Hinata and I will meet you at the dining hall, okay? We would be presentable by then, I promise."

"You know Sasuke… I really think I'd get to like her.."

Sasuke smiles. And this is something that stuns Mikoto for the third time of the day. Her son haven't smiled like that since he is seven and cuddly. "I know you would." He says with a grin. "Uchihas always think alike. And I know Father would approve of my choice no matter what. At least I'm not gay, hm?" He chuckles. And the sound is like music to any mother's ears.

He really is in love isn't he?

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Hinata is in seventh heaven. Being continuously fed by all of her dream delicacies is just a bonus. Cinnamon rolls. Black Forest Cake. Even banana split. Sasuke beside her, looking more than just the cool, unafflicted guy she first knew him as. He has a hand resting lightly on her knee, fingers trailing on her skin, a smile of contentment plastered on his handsome face. Before them sits the Uchiha Matriarch. A beautiful woman with a gentle face that might have looked like Sasuke's if he didn't try to be rather apathetic about it when Hinata first mentioned the resemblance. Shoving several of these tasty desserts to her side of the table, the Hyuuga could only do little but to politely try them all and give her honest comments without being too critical. The whole time, Mikoto has been treating her kindly, nodding to her whim and fussing over her. And it strikes her like a painful wave of realization that this is how her own mother would have reacted had she been the one to introduce Sasuke first

Mikoto is aghast when she hears that the closest they ever have been before this, is through Skype. "At least you didn't get together through OmiAi though…" she concedes into consolation, imagining the disaster of getting engaged with a stranger in this era. Two decades ago, it was okay. Most of those that are paired are eligible men who you would learn to love in time. Now, teenagers that aren't dreamy fanfiction authors think it's an embodiment of a nightmarish relationship. "So it's true that the internet paves way to bridges. I might as well have Itachi surf for some sites hm."

And there's the story of the fateful first meeting. "So now I know who exactly the dedication in my son's thesis has been for. I quote: 'To the special girl who helped me'…" She laughs heartily, rubbing her hands together in merriment. "To be honest I thought it was me…"

"Tch." Sasuke is as cynical as ever. "You wish."

Mikoto ignores this. "So Sasuke didn't really beat Itachi on his own! He has a partner in crime…" she rejoices, as if elated by this and undeterred by her son's prompt to completely shut her up. "I always know that behind every great man, there is a strong woman. And that makes me love all the more eh, Hinata-chan…" She purrs in delight. "I think this is how my daughter would look if I have been given one. You're so pretty. Fugaku would really like you. Never mind that he hates Hiashi but you look nothing like him so it's okay. You have siblings Hinata-chan?"

"I have a younger sister. Hanabi. Ano… she's seventeen…"

"Ah… I see. Too bad. Too young for Itachi eh?"

Sasuke chokes on his tea. Hinata sweatdrops while patting his poor, strangled boyfriend on the back. The mental image… ew… He might just never recover. Imagining their siblings together is like seeing their father shake hands. Just ew. "Ano, actually... Mikoto-san she already has a boyfriend…"

"Too bad again." Mikoto feigns an all-too-obvious sigh of disappointment. "I would have liked a granddaughter right now..."

Another wave of awkwardness. Oooh.. In which Mikoto wonders whether the result of a Hyuuga and an Uchiha procreating is some sort of a gray-eyed Athena that is so much of a smartass she would cause the end of the world.

"Hinata's in birth control for the next month…" Sasuke interrupts his mother's tirade acidly with a less than subtle cough. "So don't get your hopes up…"

"Well, we could always look forward for the next—"

"And Hinata's off to America next month as well." He cuts in, rolling his eyes "For all we know, we might not see each other for a year or so. We wouldn't want any child of mine to be illegitimated, eh? "

Hinata wonders to herself how the hell they got into the question of her being a wife. Because hello? They are just having sex, okay? What's with this and a… child? She shivers at the thought.

"That's cruel!" Mikoto gasps, hands on her palpitating heart. "Who do we blame for this?"

"Why! Cockblock master Hyuuga Hiashi himself!" He looks at Hinata, eyebrows raised. "No offense."

She shrugs ruefully, imparting that she's taking none.

Silence.

Mikoto has her nose scrunched in thought. "So what do we do with this Sasuke-kun?" she questions her son, fingers steepled and legs crossed, looking regally as possible for the role of the couple's guardian angel. "I don't think you'd appreciate being drawn away from her again now you have an idea what she feels like."

"Ano… I'm still here… Hehe…" Hinata laughs nervously. Wow. Hyuugas never talk with each other during meals. Seems like the Uchiha doesn't follow the same sort of etiquette.

"Hahaue.. the more appropriate question is that…" Sasuke pauses, as though for effect. "… what would you do?"

Indeed what could, she as a mother do for her future grandchildren?

Mikoto can think of a dozen things to sabotage.

(TBC)

Early post because I'd be super busy next week.

So ask me, why do my lemons lack details?

The problem with me as non-English speaker is that my vocabulary doesn't cover much verbs. I have adjectives, adverbs, nouns in my arsenal but verbs are my weakness and we all know that for a lemon to be kinky, we have to know what the characters are doing the whole time. It doesn't help at all that I actually have no idea what should transpire and only writes through impulse. My sex scene didn't turn me on so I won't be surprised if you got bored out of your minds as well.

Okay. I lied. I postponed yet another revelation because adding it in here would be hugely anti-climactic. Tch. But don't worry, this wouldn't traverse much to angst. I like laughing at my own corny jokes and I realized that humor is actually the easiest to write. I have had troubles with Love Wheel even though I know exactly where it would go and how it would end. As we speak, I am doing the finishing touches of the second chapter and it should be updated this Wednesday. Read it, if insane!Sasuke is your jam.

Thanks to: guest101 (who reviewed three chapters in one go…), Saki-Hime, Ookami Tsubasawa (I remembered reading your fics while I was new here), LuluMonk (are you Filipino? I just have the feeling…), A sunny place for Sasuke (still cool username), maxridelover, roti bakar, RikuDai, nanitaa and of course the nameless Guests.

Please review.

EDIT: I believe some people may find one of the remarks here rather offensive and hinting of my racism. For safety, I decided to just remove it. I am made aware by a review that it isn't excusable and I am sorry for that. But if I be given a chance to explain myself, Sasuke's apparent "racism" as someone have coined, is more like his tendency to stereotype *to me (it was meant to imply that Sasuke has been watching too much second-rate TV series which Hinata whi is from America would later contradict) which I am planning to address next chapter. But then, even that wasn't given to me and I was called a racist for making a character speak. I am NOT a racist. In fact, I move actively against it. .

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