Naruto - Long Nights
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squeaklingsTitle: Long Nights
Word Count: 234
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: G
Warnings: None. 30_kisses entry.
Their nights now were usually spent quietly. Hinata sat curled up on their bed reading a book or calmly combing her long hair. The house around her was silent, and the dog Kiba had given her years ago as a puppy rested on her legs, warm and content and snoring. Kiba usually remained outside until there was no longer a hint of light, either playing with Akamaru or just sitting and running a hand through the ninken's thick, dirty fur and discussing the day's training. It was a stark contrast to the nights when they'd first gotten together, passion and touch and kisses at every chance they had.
They were good nights, but not always very restful.
Now that they were older the passion didn't seem as heavy, time not so fleeting, and the fear they'd always had that they might never see each other again was long passed. When Kiba finally did come back inside, his hands cold but a grin on his face, Hinata would shake her head and smile at him until he joined her. Her kisses were long and gentle before she would playfully push him away and demand he shower...or drag him with her onto the bed.
Whatever she did he always laughed in that way she'd fallen in love with so many years ago, and Hinata would trade anything to keep it that way.
Word Count: 234
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: G
Warnings: None. 30_kisses entry.
Their nights now were usually spent quietly. Hinata sat curled up on their bed reading a book or calmly combing her long hair. The house around her was silent, and the dog Kiba had given her years ago as a puppy rested on her legs, warm and content and snoring. Kiba usually remained outside until there was no longer a hint of light, either playing with Akamaru or just sitting and running a hand through the ninken's thick, dirty fur and discussing the day's training. It was a stark contrast to the nights when they'd first gotten together, passion and touch and kisses at every chance they had.
They were good nights, but not always very restful.
Now that they were older the passion didn't seem as heavy, time not so fleeting, and the fear they'd always had that they might never see each other again was long passed. When Kiba finally did come back inside, his hands cold but a grin on his face, Hinata would shake her head and smile at him until he joined her. Her kisses were long and gentle before she would playfully push him away and demand he shower...or drag him with her onto the bed.
Whatever she did he always laughed in that way she'd fallen in love with so many years ago, and Hinata would trade anything to keep it that way.
