Under the Sheets

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We're under the sheets

And you're killing me

In our house of paper

Your words all over me

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It all started as an innocent drinking game. Just asking questions, choosing to either answer or drink (1). It was all just for fun, just trying to get to know each other a little better. The next thing I knew, we were both on the living room floor, madly kissing.

We really shouldn't be doing this. We're roommates, and things can get complicated…

This is all that went through my mind as our lips were upon one another, savoring the sensation. Maybe it was all because of the vodka that we drank, freeing us from the confinements of our inhibitions. Both of his lips began to suckle on my bottom one, allowing me to release a sensual gasp from within.

"Ah…"

I could feel his lips moving away from mine, brushing along my jaw line, and eventually on the crook of my neck. My hands crept up his neck, and up into his thick, blond hair. His grip around my hips became more desperate, needier, and the next thing I knew, my hips were grinding up against his. Then, I felt one of his hands beginning to unbutton the top of my jeans.

"Maybe we should move this somewhere else?"

He lifted his head, his cobalt-blue stare burning through my own. Does he even know how easily he can make my heart skip a beat?

"Sure."

We stood up from our former position and made our way to the bedrooms.

"Which room? Yours or mine?" he asked.

I approached the nearest bedroom door…

"It looks like I'll be sleeping in your room for the night…"

The morning after was a rude awakening. The sun peering through the cracks between the blinds did nothing to cure the massive pounding in my head; it was as if the sun was giving away the lone bird, shouting "fuck you" in accompaniment. Knowing that the day would be wasted if I remained in bed, I forced my eyes open, regardless of the resounding pounding in my head. I looked around the room, noticing that it was not mine. I jolted straight up, finding myself in an entanglement of navy blue sheets. I found myself remembering what happened the previous night…

His hands were roaming over the entire frame of my being, touching me in sensuous and scandalous places. His hands, oh god his hands; never in my life have I felt anything so erotic. Having them rub up and down my sides, and parting my thighs... With him entering and exiting out of me, I was in ecstasy! My fingers running from his scalp to the bareness of his broad shoulders, digging into his skin as I held on to him for dear life. The moment that I reached my high was absolute bliss!

Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks snapped my out of my reverie. I looked over to the other side of the bed, only to find it to be completely vacant. For some reason, I couldn't help but feel like a used doll…

Whenever he would have a rough day at work, we would play the game again. We both would end up intoxicated, and find ourselves in his bed, rocking the head board to and fro against the wall. And every morning after, I was left there in his bed alone. As we continued to play the game, I realized that my feelings for him began to grow stronger, wanting to be more than just roommates. I was in love with him, even though it was just a game…

I came home from work one day, earlier than expected. And to my surprise, I wasn't the only one home.

"Oh God…"

The sound of feminine moans grew louder and louder as I approached his bedroom door. The door was cracked slightly, enough for me to see his perfect shoulders draped over a woman with perfect skin…

I left the door way, and exited the apartment, leaving the two to their coupling.

I returned to the apartment three hours later, only to be welcomed with him and his hands filled with vodka and shot glasses once again.

"Hey Hinata, are you ready for another round?"

Generally, I would have complied with his question. However, for some reason, I just didn't want to play.

"I'm sorry. Not tonight Naruto."

I walked pass Naruto and locked myself in my room. For the remainder of the evening, I laid on top of my bed, wishing how my relationship with Naruto was something other than physical. I wanted us to have the love that real couples felt for one another, not express our pent-up sexual tension through our drunken stupor.

I wish he would feel the same way that I feel about him…

In the end, I knew that none of this could be real. It will just remain a fantasy, only to be found under the sheets.

A/N: So, here's my very first fanfiction to be published on the site. Constructive criticism and any reviews are more than welcomed!

The game is referred to as "Answer This." It is generally play between two individuals, preferably those of the opposite gender. Each player is asked a question by the other, whether it be personal or not. The player can choose to either answer the question or to drink out of the shot glass.

Disclaimer: All that I own is the plot to this story. Any characters from Naruto solely belong to Masashi Kishimoto. The lyrics mentioned at the beginning of the story are from the song "Under the Sheets" by Ellie Goulding, therefore, I do not own the song.