Extending Snippets
Morning After
100 Words.
There's a flash of a match in the dark, before it gives way to the softer glow of candlelight, and somewhere, as Hinata drifts between the realms of perception, she hears the rich, tender sigh of her name. It's low enough to ignore, but heated enough to startle her into wakefulness.
Because, oh, she knows that voice.
The sound of her name in Itachi's throat is rooted as deeply within her as the pink scar on her chest, as the scent of midday rain after a tired morning—old and warm. Familiar and comfortable in the wake of dawn's light.
Bath
150 Words.
Let it be said that Hyuga Hinata was a goddess made to walk the mortal realm.
Itachi groaned, leaning his head back, while her delicate hands slipped into his dark tresses. She was currently in his lap, legs pressed against his, gorgeous breasts wet and just above the soapy water, giving him a stunning view, as she leaned over him to shampoo his hair.
He grabbed one of her hands with his own, pressing a kiss against it, before twining their fingers for him to tilt his head against. Even kneeling on top, she was barely taller than him.
His fingers trailed reverently up her side. They paused at her waist, contemplating, before purposely reaching up to grope one of her perfect globes. Painted fingers pulled at the sensitive crown.
"Hinata," he called. Low and throaty.
Itachi couldn't quite help the self-satisfied smirk that split his lips when she moaned.
Hyuga Touch
200 Words.
"What do you mean you've never had a massage?" Sasuke asked, incredulous.
"It's exactly as it sounds," came Itachi's unperturbed response.
Sasuke whirled around to face Hinata, his eyes practically screaming at her to explain this madness. "Just how long have you two been married?" he demanded. "Have you really never given him a massage?"
"Don't blame her, Sasuke. The Hyuga have no need for massages."
"Oh, please! They're the first people you think of when the word massage comes up."
"Why are you making a big deal out of this?"
"Because—fuck!" he moaned in pleasure, his knees buckling without his consent. In that one instant of bewildered sensation, he felt relaxed, turned on, and just so utterly satisfied with all of his life choices.
What the—
Sasuke turned to find Hinata standing behind him, her pointer finger charged with chakra. She had the most innocent look on her face.
He wanted to yell at her for that little surprise attack. Hell, he'd even settle for a glare. But good god that had felt amazing.
Absently, he registered Itachi laughing at him.
"Satisfied, little brother?"
Sasuke couldn't even manage a proper sneer.
Shit.
He needed to find himself a Hyuga.
Conflicting Schedules
250 Words.
Itachi leaned against the wall, donning nothing but black pants, as he watched Hinata put on her shoes—simple flats that he was sure she'd exchange for heels as soon as she got to the office.
Today was one of his rare days off.
Unfortunately for him, it was a weekday and didn't coincide with his girlfriend's schedule. His eyes roamed her face, pausing at the naturally pink lips, before they lingered on what she was wearing. A white button-up and a navy pencil skirt. Both of which he had picked out for her, but now he didn't know whether to be happy or upset about her actually wearing them.
The articles of clothing certainly couldn't be considered inappropriate—if anyone but Hinata was wearing them. The outfit exposed her creamy legs and hugged her curves, emphasizing her tiny waist and sinfully large chest. And even though she wore a jacket to keep herself safe against the frigid air outside, he knew she'd be taking it off sooner or later.
Hinata tucked her long hair behind her ear, before turning to look up at him. "I'll be home by eight."
"It's cold outside," Itachi warned when she finally stood. He adjusted the lapels of her coat, willing her to stay for just a moment longer. "Be careful."
She leaned up to kiss him. "I will."
As he watched her go, leaving him in a cold and empty house, he thought that maybe he should just go to work after all.