In Your Hands
Delicate, slender fingers interlaced with tanned, calloused ones. Warmth permeated from them of both, spreading and causing tingles through each of their interlocked fingers. They have been dating for quite a few months now, but the feeling of holding hands never fades, never gets old, and they seem to enjoy it more and more each time they do.
She was so nervous the first time, wiping them down the front of her lilac skirt. She could tell that he was nervous too. He was keeping his hands busy--shoved in his pockets, entwined behind his head, scratching his whiskered cheeks. Hinata found it adorable and decided to take the plunge first, to help relieve his nerves and let him know that she was there, like she always was.
She took a deep breath, preparing and timing when to catch his hand in mid-swing as they walked the village. She was so focused on his hands, that she hadn’t noticed his side long glance at her. Naruto found her focused stare the cutest expression he had ever seen on her and grabbed her hand instead.
Hinata was startled with the sudden contact and looked up with wide eyes and a steady blush filled her cheeks. Naruto smiled down at her with his brilliant grin, and they continued, hand in hand.
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Gentle tendrils searched for support around his firm body. They were shaking like a small leaf on a branch. Her breathy whispers and chants of his name floated to his ears, causing his own curses to spill like a flood from his lips.
Their bodies moved in tandem, eliciting the most carnal and erotic sounds to resonate throughout the room. She clung to Naruto’s body, desperate to find the release she was chasing. He gazed at her from above, a minute smirk forming on his lips. Hinata was too busy riding the wave that was her imminent orgasm.
Naruto adjusted himself a little bit, reaching around his back to Hinata’s hand to place above her head. He pinned her down slightly with his body weight. She opened her eyes, surprised by the sudden movement.
He continued to pump into her, like a rabid animal in heat. He was chasing his climax and racing to help Hinata reach hers. He stared at her almost opalescent eyes.
“I…love...you...Hi-Hinata.” He grunted in between thrusts. He squeezed her hands, trying to convey his love through his actions. She knew how much Naruto loved her. He demonstrated it every single day. She gave Naruto’s hands a firm squeeze and in a low moan repeated those same words to him.
Hinata reached Nirvana causing white hot flashes to blur her vision. Her lower cavern squeezed in a vice-like grip and caused Naruto to reach his as well.
He plopped on the bed next to her and quickly cuddled her into the crook of his arm, only covering themselves in a thin sheet. He held her hands in his and realized how much smaller hers were to his, but how perfectly they fit into his hands, like the last piece of the puzzle of his existence.
He squeezed just a little tighter, as did she. He was excited to see how life would be now with Hinata in it. He knew it would be wonderful, because with each touch of Hinata’s hand, there was always left behind a trace of her love, of herself, with him always.
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Her hands shook uncontrollably. They are also covered in copious amounts of blood, still fresh and dripping from her fingertips like a leaky faucet. Naruto knew this wasn't easy for her, however, she did it for him. He had lost a lot of chakra utilizing the newly acquired Hiraishin technique and then fighting off the rouge nin that had ambushed their party on the way to the Land of Lightning.
“It's ok now Hinata. It’s over,” he gently cooed, approaching slowly as to not frighten her.
She looked up at him, a sense of relief washed over her face like a wave splashing the shore.
“I-I-I th-thought I w-was going to l-lo-lose you!” She wept into his jacket.
He was caught a little by surprise. Naruto honestly thought she was concerned about what she had done. Even though we both know that as shinobi of the Hidden Leaf, death is bound to occur. But Hinata is not one to hurt anyone, even an enemy, if she could help it.
He sighed deeply, realizing his mistake. Hinata's hands are gentle, tender, loving, warm and healing. But, when someone she loved was in danger, they were cold, hard, and the most deadly he had ever encountered.
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“You can come in now, Naruto,” Sakura calles from the door, a bright smile gracing her face. Naruto bolted passed her into the hospital room.
“Careful you idiot!” She half yelled, trying not to disturb anyone in the room.
He stopped short of Hinata’s bed, quietly observing her tired form. She looked up at him, exuding radiance. She had just been through something that he could never in his life imagine or begin to comprehend.
“Naruto-kun,” she whispered, tearing him out of his trance. He shook his head, trying to get his bearings. He slowly made his way to her bed, holding his break. He gazed down at Hinata, his wife, with the little bundle in her arms, Boruto. He was hypersensitive to his surroundings, listening to Hinata’s heart monitor, the birds flying by the open window, the soft ‘click’ of the door behind him.
He could hardly contain his happiness--filling to the brim until it spilled over with his tears of pure joy. They sat and cried quietly together, laughing in between. They have always wanted a family, love, support. But they each lacked that in some form in their adolescence, and in Naruto’s case, all of his life. But now, together, they sat with the culmination of their joy and love.
They held Bolt’s tiny fingers in each of their hands, uncertain of the future, but content with walking it hand in hand.