Exodia513 - Sakura was replying to Sasuke, basically saying that she wanted it rough. Really rough. And don't say nevermind after asking a question. I don't mind answering.

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Songs: I Understand - Livvi Franc
Tattoo - Jordin Sparks
What You Waiting For - Gwen Stefani
Give Into Me - Allison Iraheta
Better Than Drugs - Skillet
Better - Plumb
Overprotected - Britney Spears
The One That Got Away - Katy Perry
Oops - Tweet
Stupid Girls - P!nk
Who Will Save Your Soul - Jewel
Man Down - Rihanna
Characters: HinataXNaruto
Rating: M

Unexpected VII

It was perfect. He couldn't have planned it more perfectly. She had let him follow her to her room like nobody's business. Then, once he was in there under the guise of finding his jacket, he could look for his underwear. And maybe get some answers, if he was lucky.

On their way to her room, he couldn't help but notice how isolated it seemed to be in comparison to the rest of the compound; he could only wonder if that meant she was just that important, or that unimportant. That the latter was even a possibility saddened him far deeper than he anticipated. The thought of anyone being unimportant was already an especially sore subject for him, but to think that anyone could think Hinata was unimportant struck a special cord. Yeah, maybe they weren't the closest of friends, but that was only because they didn't hang out together as much. There was just something about her that made him believe it was impossible to not like her in some way. Sure, she had her... quirks, but who didn't? At least hers were cute. And then there were others that cute didn't quite describe, but he preferred to not get into that at the sound of a door opening.

He pounced on the first corner of her room that he could, not caring to notice her do the same. He was already rummaging through things before she had the chance to say, "I've got this side, Naruto-kun."

He nodded in reply, focusing all of his concentration on the task at hand - finding his underwear. He looked in every nook and cranny he could, even those that didn't make sense. He had been so focused, he hadn't been paying attention to what Hinata had been saying - what he assumed were attempts at small talk. She had been, however.

A part of her was slightly offended that Naruto hadn't been listening; by his standard replies that didn't take any real thought. She knew the feeling wouldn't linger long - anything negative over Naruto really did - but she also didn't want to let the opportunity to have a little fun pass her by.

"So, Naruto-kun, you really like orange, don't you?"

"Mhm, " was his reply.

"You look really good in orange, you know."

"Mhm."

"You think I look good in orange, don't you?"

"Mhm."

"I bet you want to know how I look when I'm not in orange, huh?"

"Yeah."

At this point, she wasn't even pretending to look for his jacket. She'd just been standing in front of its hiding spot to make sure he wouldn't find it by accident and watched him. She was thoroughly amused and wondered how long she'd be able to keep this up without him noticing.

"I'd let you see, you know, right?"

"Yeah."

"I'd let you see right now, if you want."

"Ok."

"Is that a yes?"

"Mhm."

"You can touch, if you want, Naruto-kun."

"Ok."

Even knowing he wasn't actually paying attention, she wondered how his responses could be so appropriate, considering. She figured maybe it was all that time he'd spent in the academy pretending to pay attention and smiled, turning away from him for a moment, thinking of what else to say. She felt triumphant, even in the false yes of him wanting her, and bit her lip before continuing.

"Only if I can touch you too, Naruto-kun."

"Ok."

"Mm, Naruto-kun... could you be wearing what you were the other day?"

It was at this point she didn't get a response, so she turned to see him staring at her, open drawer in front of him. She jolted, noticing which drawer he had opened and couldn't stop her face from reacting.

He was trying to figure out if he had heard Hinata's question correctly, and what the hell could have led up to it, if he did. He knew she had been speaking every now and then and hoped he had responded correctly, knowing he most likely did - he'd gotten pretty good at that from his academy years - but after a while, he thought he should really start paying attention to her, because he didn't want to be rude. He had made his way to her dresser from her bed, wondering why he didn't start there first, and was about to open the drawer in front of him when she asked him something so unexpected, it simultaneously made him feel relief and regret over his decision to listen. His head had snapped to her of its own volition while his arms continued to search and open the dresser drawer.

At her shocked expression, he immediately forgot her question and followed her eyes. What met his nearly gave him a heart attack. Inside the drawer were rows - rows - of sexy underwear and their counterparts. He froze on the spot, hand still on the handle, soaking each piece in. He couldn't believe what he was seeing - were those see-through? - and yet he couldn't deny it either. And yet, what stood out above all the rest was a thick, silky orange ribbon that seemed extremely out of place. He couldn't stop himself; before he knew it, he had taken it out of the drawer to hold out questioningly to its owner.

Out of everywhere to look, she couldn't believe he'd looked in what was universally known as the underwear drawer. He either wasn't paying attention to where he was looking, or he never got that memo. Or, indulgently, she thought, he looked there on purpose.

Over the course of time that passed since she bought those other sets, she'd gone back to that store rather frequently and bought clothing she considered to be more and more daring. To her, they were fun; more so when she wore them alone in her room, thinking of the days Naruto might get to enjoy them with her. However, she had no plans of him finding out about them now.

A shade of pink painted her cheeks at the unraveled ribbon he held out in front of him. Of everything she couldn't believe, from her growing collection of undies to Naruto seeing it, she especially couldn't believe he'd actually taken something out! And of all things, that.

Naruto was trying with more than all of his might to ignore the series of images his brain had been throwing at him, trying to pin the underwear on Hinata. Unacceptable thoughts and emotions aside, he'd been thoroughly confused over why there was a string of ribbon amongst the rows of things he meant to forget, and why the hell it was so thick. He didn't understand and it was bugging him beyond belief, among other things.

"What is this for?"

She wasn't sure what to do. Things seemed to be going relatively smooth, considering what the situation was, but she wasn't really out of the park yet. She didn't want to answer him for a few reasons: she didn't want him knowing his little show the other day had inspired her, but mostly, she wanted to show him instead. But then a sudden, powerful urge ate at her and possessed her to walk up to him slowly and gently take the ribbon from his grasp, fingers incidentally brushing against his in the process - because she couldn't have intended that - and let it dangle gracefully from her fingers.

Slowly, delicately, she leaned in like a predator, wishing she could have gotten close enough to be by his ear, as she whispered, "It makes a present only you can unwrap, Naruto-kun."

It sunk in slowly, much like the blush overtaking his face like sluggish lava. His eyes were glued to the ribbon, perhaps intentionally, dangling from her fingers as though it weren't anything but innocent. He didn't think it was possible to move as he watched the ribbon slip from her fingers, acting as though it had fallen from something else of hers, and his mind more than jumped at the opportunity to supply him with what it considered to be the correct imagery.

Naruto Uzumaki could handle a lot of things, but this... this was just too much for him to take as his world went black.

Note: Shit just got real.

-evil cackling-