Showing
Title: Showing
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Temari, Hyuuga Hinata
Prompt: 36. Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hinata’s in Sand after a mission, and Temari’s bored.
Author's Notes: Just a little bit of pointlessness. Kankuro/Kiba if you’re paying attention.
Hinata looked up as a shadow crossed her path, starling her out of her thoughts. “Ah! Temari-sama, you startled me.”
The blonde kunoichi looked Hinata up and down, a small smirk gracing her lips and one hand on her hip. “Looking for Kiba?” she asked, blue eyes glinting with mischief.
“Hai,” Hinata said softly. “You’ve seen him?” she added hopefully.
Temari snorted. “He’s holed up with Kankuro. We won’t be seeing them for ages.” She scowled at the air above Hinata’s head, then grabbed the younger girl’s hand. “C’mon, lets go do girl stuff.”
Hinata let out a startled gasp, but let herself be pulled along. “A-alright.”
***
Temari had figured out quickly that the Leaf kunoichi was a real pushover and an absolute sweetheart. The Sand nin found this incredibly appealing in a companion. She enjoyed taking the lead and not being argued with, and coaxing a smile out of the pale girl.
She also discovered something about Hinata when she took the younger shinobi hunting for clothes more appropriate for Sunagakure.
“My God,” Temari cried, gathering the excess material of the top and pulling it back. “You’ve got a figure! Where have you been hiding it? Why have you been hiding it?”
Hinata blushed and stammered as Temari circled her, her look one of appraisal. “Right. The bulky jacket has got to go. Lets see you in some clothes that actually fit you.”
Hinata grabbed her too large jacket and held it in front of her like a shield. “Temari-sama-!”
“Hinata-chan.” Temari stood behind the girl, turning her towards the mirror. “You’re pretty. Stop trying to hide it.” He ran her hands down Hinata’s arms and plucked the jacket from her fingers. “There’s got to be someone you want to notice you.”
Hinata’s ivory skin turned crimson, and she gave a small nod. “Show me,” she whispered.
Temari smiled.
***
Hinata gaped at herself in the mirror, twisting this way and that. “I- I’m. This is…?”
Temari picked at her nails with a knife. “The wonderful thing about the body stocking is it covers everything, but makes it clear it’s still there. God, Hinata-chan, you’ve got great legs. The shorts provide oh-so-useful pockets, while accentuating your hips,” she came over and put her hands on Hinata’s hips, making little circles with her thumbs,” and the loose cut off tee hides just enough to be modest, without leaving you looking like you’re dressed in your big brother’s cast offs. You look good.”
Hinata blushed, intensely aware of how revealing the outfit Temari had bullied her into was, and of the weight of Temari’s hands on her hips.
“He won’t be able to keep his hands off you,” Temari whispered in her ear. The kunoichi’s grip tightened a bit. “You’re beautiful.”
Hinata shook her head. “Ino is beautiful,” she said. You…”
Temari laughed softly. “Beautiful, Hinata-chan.” Her lips brushed Hinata’s ear in a soft kiss. “Don’t argue.”
Hinata stopped breathing. “T-temari-sama?”
One of Temari’s hands slid up the curve of Hinata’s stomach and under the tee to cup her breast. She ran a thumb over the younger kunoichi’s nipple, making her gasp. “I could show you so much, Hinata-chan.” She licked Hinata’s cheek. “I could teach you what you need to know to catch him and keep him.” Temari’s other hand slid into her shorts, stroking her through the body stocking.
“Show me,” Hinata whimpered.
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Temari, Hyuuga Hinata
Prompt: 36. Kiss
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hinata’s in Sand after a mission, and Temari’s bored.
Author's Notes: Just a little bit of pointlessness. Kankuro/Kiba if you’re paying attention.
Hinata looked up as a shadow crossed her path, starling her out of her thoughts. “Ah! Temari-sama, you startled me.”
The blonde kunoichi looked Hinata up and down, a small smirk gracing her lips and one hand on her hip. “Looking for Kiba?” she asked, blue eyes glinting with mischief.
“Hai,” Hinata said softly. “You’ve seen him?” she added hopefully.
Temari snorted. “He’s holed up with Kankuro. We won’t be seeing them for ages.” She scowled at the air above Hinata’s head, then grabbed the younger girl’s hand. “C’mon, lets go do girl stuff.”
Hinata let out a startled gasp, but let herself be pulled along. “A-alright.”
***
Temari had figured out quickly that the Leaf kunoichi was a real pushover and an absolute sweetheart. The Sand nin found this incredibly appealing in a companion. She enjoyed taking the lead and not being argued with, and coaxing a smile out of the pale girl.
She also discovered something about Hinata when she took the younger shinobi hunting for clothes more appropriate for Sunagakure.
“My God,” Temari cried, gathering the excess material of the top and pulling it back. “You’ve got a figure! Where have you been hiding it? Why have you been hiding it?”
Hinata blushed and stammered as Temari circled her, her look one of appraisal. “Right. The bulky jacket has got to go. Lets see you in some clothes that actually fit you.”
Hinata grabbed her too large jacket and held it in front of her like a shield. “Temari-sama-!”
“Hinata-chan.” Temari stood behind the girl, turning her towards the mirror. “You’re pretty. Stop trying to hide it.” He ran her hands down Hinata’s arms and plucked the jacket from her fingers. “There’s got to be someone you want to notice you.”
Hinata’s ivory skin turned crimson, and she gave a small nod. “Show me,” she whispered.
Temari smiled.
***
Hinata gaped at herself in the mirror, twisting this way and that. “I- I’m. This is…?”
Temari picked at her nails with a knife. “The wonderful thing about the body stocking is it covers everything, but makes it clear it’s still there. God, Hinata-chan, you’ve got great legs. The shorts provide oh-so-useful pockets, while accentuating your hips,” she came over and put her hands on Hinata’s hips, making little circles with her thumbs,” and the loose cut off tee hides just enough to be modest, without leaving you looking like you’re dressed in your big brother’s cast offs. You look good.”
Hinata blushed, intensely aware of how revealing the outfit Temari had bullied her into was, and of the weight of Temari’s hands on her hips.
“He won’t be able to keep his hands off you,” Temari whispered in her ear. The kunoichi’s grip tightened a bit. “You’re beautiful.”
Hinata shook her head. “Ino is beautiful,” she said. You…”
Temari laughed softly. “Beautiful, Hinata-chan.” Her lips brushed Hinata’s ear in a soft kiss. “Don’t argue.”
Hinata stopped breathing. “T-temari-sama?”
One of Temari’s hands slid up the curve of Hinata’s stomach and under the tee to cup her breast. She ran a thumb over the younger kunoichi’s nipple, making her gasp. “I could show you so much, Hinata-chan.” She licked Hinata’s cheek. “I could teach you what you need to know to catch him and keep him.” Temari’s other hand slid into her shorts, stroking her through the body stocking.
“Show me,” Hinata whimpered.