Chapter 1: Hinata at Naruto Home

"N-Naruto-kun?"

The blonde jonin stopped and turned at the sound of his name. Looking back, he waited silently as the shy young kunoichi twiddling her pointer fingers moved closer to him.

Shifting his weight to his left foot, and resting his fist on his hip, his lips curled in amusement as he watched her lavender eyes struggle to meet his own vivid blue.

She was so damn cute.

Three months into their relationship and she was still so hesitant and bashful, but he was hard pressed to say he didn't like it.

It was different than what he was used to. After the war, his popularity among the opposite sex had boomed.

At first, he'd been really awkward and uncertain of how to handle the aggressive women that sidle up to him demanding his attention, but after nearly three years of playing the field, he could honestly say he was a lot more confident in dealing with women.

Three short monogamous relationships and a number of casual sexual encounters had eased the majority of shyness that had clung to him well into his late teens.

Now, twenty years old, he had become a man of modest experience and maturity.

The women he'd dated and slept with were the complete opposite of the woman before him. Hinata was patient, soft spoken and head over heels in love with him.

It was slightly disconcerting at times, dating a girl that loved him rather than simple like. He found himself being a little more careful around her, more sensitive to saying or doing something that would hurt her.

Like he needed to take her serious, and treat the relationship with care. Not that he was in the habit of taking girls lightly.

He'd been slapped more than a handful of times for being dumb or callous.

It was just that the feelings of the girl he was with had never been so crystal clear and out in the open. Her trembling confession a few months back had been so unexpected and sort of awkward.

The nervous Hyuuga had been near to tears as she stuttered out her admission. By the time she had finished, he'd been reeling, replaying every interaction they'd had over the years to verify what she was telling him.

Sifting through memories, there was no denying her feelings were genuine.

A month and some change had passed since his last relationship at the time of her confession, so he'd taken her up on the offer to go out, making clear to her that he couldn't say he felt the same for her right now but he liked and respected her, they'd been friends since childhood and he was willing to give it a chance.

Three months later, he was glad he had.

She was fun, and made him laugh. She was kind and generous and infinitely gentle.

She listened intently when he spoke, made him delicious bentos nearly every day and was always happy to see him.

She rarely demanded anything of him and when she did, it was more of a hesitant suggestion than a dictation. She was incredibly accommodating and seemed perfectly content to cater to him.

To have a beautiful woman doting on him was incredibly flattering and stroked his ego.

Speaking of beautiful.

His eyes moved over the feminine figure encased in a soft blue sweater dress and gray leggings, jet black heelless boots wrapped around her slender calves ending just below her knees.

Somewhere in the three years he'd been otherwise occupied she had shed her customary baggy jacket and unflattering pants for more feminine and complimenting clothing.

She favored skirts and frilly dresses now, all of which kept her more conservatively covered than most girls, but still flirted with sexuality.

The sweater dress was one of her more form fitting outfits, emphasizing her generous bust and narrow waist.

The soft material stretched over wide, rounded hips and pert, well endowed ass that had the most enticing jiggle when she moved.

The leggings were skin tight, outlining toned yet shapely legs. Ramrod straight, blue-black hair hanging like a curtain, ending right above the rounded cheeks of her buttocks.

The soft strands swayed when she moved, mocking and enticing him to grab a handful of the bouncing flesh just below.

Walking behind her left him sweating and wanting.

Worst yet, she seemed unaware of the sirens call she emitted. Often staring at him with wide, adoring yet innocent moon colored eyes, oblivious to the ache in his balls her body caused.

He was ninety-nine percent sure that his little girlfriend was still a virgin. Another reason he was taking things slow and being careful.

He had never been with a virgin, and the anticipation was as painfully arousing as it was intoxicating. The thought of being her first made him horny as hell.

He didn't understand why and didn't really care. Just thinking about adding intimacy to their relationship left him salivating.

He wanted to touch her, to bury his face in her bouncy titties and shove his dick so deep in her-

"Is that okay, Naruto-kun?"

He blinked, his gaze shooting to her pretty face. Dull pink colored her pale cheeks, her eyes expectant, waiting for his answer.

He scrambled, trying to figure out what the hell she could have said.

"Ah…."

Emptiness filled his brain. He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, giving her an apologetic smile.

"Sorry Hinata, I kinda spaced out there. What were you saying?"

"Oh, t-that's okay Naruto-kun." she murmured, her flush deepening, "I was just….its just….I always make you bentos for lunch but I haven't….cooked you dinner so…I was wondering if we could maybe, go to your place and…watch a movie instead of going out. If you wouldn't mind me using your kitchen….I could make us dinner…"

Blonde eyes brow shot up, disappearing into his hidden leaf headband.

She wanted to cook dinner at his house?

He was more than a little surprised.

He was used to being the one to suggest where they went on their dates. This was the first time she had made a request for a specific location and he was surprised she would chose his apartment. They would be alone and isolated in a way they had never been before.

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