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Drunken Antics

Chapter Forty-Four

Drunken Antics

May 12, 2010

"You're not gonna get shit faced are you?"

Hinata laughed.

"Ino said I had to."

"Ino says a lotta stuff you should probably ignore."

"Well she seemed very persistent that I don't ignore her suggestion this one time."

"Of course she was," he huffed from the bedroom, "her middle name is trouble and she's always looking for a way to corrupt the innocent, dattebayo."

He stepped through the bathroom door, a petulant frown on his lips, his cerulean eyes raking over her form with a slow, greedy interest she recognized. If she wanted to get to her party, she'd need to hurry up. Naruto didn't know the meaning of restraint, the moment he decided he was done pretending that he did, she'd find her dress pulled up, her ankles to her ears and wondering how in the world she had ended up beneath him if she even cared at that point. He was as dangerous to her as she was to him. Now that they were confirmed a perverted couple, it was harder to protest the naughty things he did with a straight face. Even though he had seen through her protests long before her admission, following her blushing confession, he was even more prone to pushing her limits.

Shamefully, she liked that just as much as she did everything else.

"Can't we just have joint parties?" he pouted, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her very first warning sign, "Why does it have to be two different events? I wanna see you shit faced and take advantage of you after the party."

She laughed, pinning another curled tress to the rest atop her head.

"Having both the bachelor and bachelorette parties together would defeat the purpose, Naruto-kun," she explained for the millionth time, "besides, you have your man drinking night to go to and with the way you all drink, I think I'll be the one taking advantage of you."

"You got a point," he sighed dramatically, "alright, go to your party, and when we get back, you can take advantage of my drunk ass and have your kinky way with me, 'ttebayo. I promise I won't fight it."

Quiet mirth shook her slim shoulders.

"How very accommodating, thank you," she smiled, "I'm glad you're giving in so easily, I'd hate to have to put my new strength to use."

In the days passed, they'd gone back to working on her chakra control. She had more than gotten the hang of this new boost. Ever since that day, it seemed as though her world had finally centered, harmonized and righted itself. She felt neither fear nor anxiety when she molded chakra and her ability to sense her lover's chakra showed no signs of abating. She was confident, content and brimming with optimism.

"Well aren't you cocky, Princess?" he chuckled.

"Confident," she corrected impishly, "I believe that's the word you meant."

He gave her a smoldering look, then pressed his lips to her neck. She didn't even try and stifle the shiver that ran through her.

"Don't try and cute your way outta my bellyaching."

"Of course not, Naruto-kun. I wouldn't dream of it," she giggled.

He kissed her again, exhaled morosely, unraveled his arms and went back into the bedroom to finish dressing. She spent a few more minutes finishing her hair, then gave herself a once over. Her attire tonight was carefully crafted and fun. Deep wine red, thigh length, spaghetti strapped and heart shaped bust, her club hopping dress fit like a second skin, outlining her curves and bringing her pale skin into stark relief. Specifically picked out by her girlfriends, it screamed late night party time. With her hair piled high and a few strands left hanging along her spine, Hinata thought she looked more than pretty for her big night out.