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The rest of day became quite clear to Hinata that it was yet another 'waste-my-time' visit to Sasuke's personal convulsion land, or whatever the hell he expects out of it. Yet another fight for the little trouble, and she's standing right behind him while he's angrily packing with haste for his mission tomorrow. She had become very much aware that he didn't want to be around her, and he knew, because it's obvious. Sasuke shoved numerous amounts of kunai and shuriken heartily to his carry-on that the sharp tip of the weapons had quite penetrated through the canvas material of his bag.

"Has it not got through your head that I'm an ANBU?" Sasuke asked in annoyance. Obviously Hinata is still carrying out the Hyuuga ball issue and the frequent missions Sasuke's been carrying. The boy's becoming very much irritated and is asking to himself whatever happened to the Hinata who'd shut up and won't argue to his decisions. It's not like he asked for missions to happen, he's just doing his job, plus a little extra just to get out the house, away from her.

"I hope you know, I don't care whatever you're doing out there" Hinata glared at his back, and the cold stared seems to made Sasuke turn around at her, facing her with flaming red and black swirling colons, whatever awakened his doujutsu, something must've really hit the right points. Hinata's telling the truth though, she didn't give a fuck, whatever mission, wherever, whenever, whoever he's doing it with, it gave her the full edge, all she had to was catch him red-handed, but even with the bloodline limit she rightfully earned, there was none painting the words 'cheater' on his forehead.

"Good, neither do I" Sasuke neared her closer. Hinata was close enough to a drawer against the wall, but he cornered her, she moved backward to the point that she's leaning to the drawer, his lips just inches away from hers, she could feel him breathing against her face, the warmth made her uncomfortable. This wasn't exciting in any way, it was revolting. He moved his body closer to hers, his chest pressing against hers, his hands pressing against the wall, helping him to let her know that he was always in control. He leaned forward to her ears and let out a whisper that disturbingly turned her on. "But this...thing we always do...feels better since it's so wrong, right, Hinata?"

Hinata couldn't help it, maybe it was how screwed their relationship is, it's so chaotic, theatrical, yet passionate and intoxicating. He sat her on the drawer, placing both hands on her thighs while vigorously meeting his lips with hers, his hands caressing her thighs, moving up the light skirt up as his hands moved along and slowly pulling down her undergarment. The kiss was never passionate, but this had to be, Hinata held on to his dark locks, tilting his head so that she could feel the kiss so much better than any of theirs.

Their tongues collide together, it stopped as Sasuke moved his lips down to her neck, kissing it while his hands moved up to her shoulders, pulling the Uchiha crested shirt up over her head and throwing it to air. His kissing continued, more overpoweringly than ever, his hands held on to the arch of neck as she tilted her head moaning a 'Sasuke' and soft sighs along the way. Sasuke moved his lips down, licking his way to her stomach, Hinata could only entwined her finger to his hair while Sasuke made his way even lower to her opening. He did whatever that made her scream for him.

Hinata wanted and needed this, this is the only thing that they could do together without arguing. Finishing his job, he lifted her off the drawer and leaned her against the wall, pinning her with his hands, while she hastily removed his trousers as she could feel his hard-on pressing against her, and as what they always do, as what they always thrive for. For once, they did it without a goal, just to end their senseless arguing, he heavily pushed against her, Hinata clawed to his back, into his black shirt, her hands creeping up the back of his neck, up to his raven hair, her lips and his in between touching and not, while he continued pushing against her. She looked through him into his eyes, "It's…w-wrong" He gave a little smirked while almost reaching into their climax. "…but d-don't…stop"

After everything had been over with, Hinata felt empty but relaxed. So this is what make-up sex feels like, they've always had a go for it, but it never felt this good, her head was feather light, and when it hit the pillow, sleeping was so much easier, coming to the sense that Sasuke was there, at least until morning. She just knew it, all she wanted was affection, and it didn't have to be sincere, just as long as it's available. She stayed close to him, watching him breathing slowly as he falls to a sleep. Her fingers are discovering the curves of his face, her index finger stroking his lips down to his neck, then back up along his nose, then through his eyelids.

Her elbows leaned against the pillow that Sasuke was resting his head against, her face slightly above him, stroking his dark hair, going down and kissing every part of his face, from his closed eyes, to his nose, to his cheeks, and finally his lips. He didn't have to love her, but she wanted to love something, and who else but the boy in front of her, sleeping soundlessly that she could easily strangle him now if her sudden rage and hate had overpowered her once more. Although their unplanned love making isn't goal-oriented like it had always been, deep inside Hinata, she's crossing her fingers that she'll wake up nauseous.

Everything they've reached, it made no sense. Sometimes, Hinata wants to believe she's mentally challenged. Here she is living with an impossible boy who can't love, and yet she's trying so hard to make him love her. She hates him, she loves him, he cares not. Thinking about the many things that she tries to understand, it just shoots her down, making her seems sadder than she already is, desperate, to be precise. But who is she to blame, after all, she's just a girl trying to find love. She never intended a complicated relationship. Just a predictable boy, not Sasuke.

Hinata finally settled and decided to fall asleep. Her head rested on the soft pillow, her fingers still entwined with Sasuke's hair. Maybe this is the morning that she'll wake up to him smiling at least, that's her last wish of the night. Her mind's almost everywhere. Images of their passionate and cold-blooded sex are running through her mind, while Naruto tops it all after their previous encounter, and then by the end, Kiba comes along for no particular significance. Hinata couldn't explain it, but Kiba is part of the thoughts. Kiba's just a friend. He couldn't be a part of it. But he is.