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Hinata knew it was wrong.
She wanted to justify it with coping with loneliness. Everyone needed warmth? Desired it, right? She was no different than any other human that has ever or will ever walk this Earth.
...but she knew she was wrong.
She knew it.
After the war, after the dust settled, Naruto was swept in his new Hokage duties. There was no time for talking, or confessions, or dates. He had to be everywhere at once, for everybody at once and Hinata accepted that as truth. She decided now that the confession was out in the open, there was no need to hang on. He knew how she felt. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life -- sitting across from a shadow clone.
She must have been a glutton for punishment.
Uchiha Sasuke was a shadow of a man. Just barely out of view. A tiny floater in the corner of one's vision.
...but he was there.
Their conversation started off small. Nothing of importance.
Their shared proximity to Naruto after the war increased. He'd even send them on missions together.
After spending time together, it felt easier to do that. To wait for the other. To bask in the quiet. Hinata would rest her head on his shoulder after her night watch shift. They would sit back to back to support the other when they found a chance to sleep at the same time. Touch started with hesitation. It built confidence. Fingers interlocking, lips barely brushing.
The love they eventually discovered was slow, curious, and timid.
It was solid.
It was, Hinata knew that. She was there. Holding him in the dark. He held her. Moonlight poured over their bodies when they said it. She loves him.
That's why she said yes.
Hinata Hyuuga was in love with Uchiha Sasuke.
They created a home.
Warmth.
Then the missions began. Long stretches. Weeks turned into months.
Waiting...
And waiting...
Sitting in a home that he promised they would share.
So why had she found herself sitting at the dining table, alone. Why had she moved her things into the living room because being in their bedroom by herself felt...cold and suffocating at the same time. Her hopeful smile faltered. She faltered.
Sasuke had been gone for ten months this time.
When he was home, he was exhausted. He wanted a nice bath, a nice meal, and he would sleep for the rest of the day. He would wake up, they would make love and he would leave within three days. Before her body could remember him, he was gone.
So she looked for solace.
In... him.
Now that he had settled into the Hokage seat, he had time. He had even more time since he was sending her husband on these missions. Time. It was the thing that pulled her between these men. They were important. They were powerful. Time was precious and rarely given. It was why she tried to steal every bit of it.
She had to report to his office for something or the other. She couldn't remember. When she arrived in the office, he was leaning against his desk. A pen placed between slightly sharpened canines, a file held in one hand and the other propping himself on the large wooden table. It was summer. He had discarded the Hokage coat. Blonde hair tussled in the breeze from the open window, his compression shirt showed each harden muscle he'd earned over the year. And those bright blue eyes, the color of the Ocean right before it plunged into the depths.
He smiled, straightening himself.
It was summer, again. Hinata wore a sundress. Her waist corseted, giving too much attention to her breast. She hadn't noticed how revealing it was until the looks she received. She attempted to keep her arms folded, but it made every thing worse.
Nothing happened that day.
Just stolen lustful glances.
Something happened about two weeks later. She was summoned to his office again due to a matter at the Hyuuga Compound. The conversation escalated faster than they intended. Their voice rose. First about the Hyuuga matter, then it went to Clan Matters, then she brought Sasuke up. Naruto stumbled over his words when her fury turned into sadness. He had meant to comfort her in the way that a friend should, but he was just as stupid.
"...I should have made time for you," he whispered, holding his best friend's wife.
He kissed her.
She pulled back, in shock, her eyes widened. Her hands against his chest. Tears pooled at her eyes. She missed being touched, held, kissed.
She kissed him back.
Every feeling she thought had been snuffed out by the quiet love that she shared with her husband came raging back.
Passionate. Wild. Free.
He took her across the desk and she opened up for him. His hands gripping her waist, digging into soft flesh. She muffled her moans against disorganized stacks of paperwork. He whispered her name over and over like a prayer. He pressed himself to the depths of her, cursing against her back as she shook from her own orgasm. The beloved Hokage discarded the used condom. The Once Hyuuga Heiress pulled up her underwear. He kissed her again. He wanted to see her again.
She saw him again.
Sasuke came home two weeks later.
He stepped foot in the Hokage office...and heard Naruto's resentment for the first time. He hadn't a clue why. This was the procedure. He reports directly to him. Detailing his experience in the far corners of the Shinobi world. This time Naruto said something strange. "Check on your wife, she missed you," he mentioned.
He had never brought up his wife after a briefing before, not like that.
When he arrived home, Hinata was getting out of the shower. She heard the front door open and hurried out. She squealed in excitement, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Inhaling his scent, telling him how much she loves him. Sasuke nods. Her spirit felt odd. Too bright. Too loud.
He watched her for a total of forty-three minutes before his brain clicked.
Dinner was being made and his bath was drawn.
She washed his hair, as she always does when he returns home...but he knew.
She prepared their bedroom. Nothing amiss. Nothing new.
Hinata was fluffing a pillow when he took her wrist. He had to make sure. Hinata looked up at her husband, her brows furrowed. "Sasuke-kun?" She asked, concerned. He knew that she was concerned, truly. He peered at her quietly then it came to him. His wife wasn't miserable. He never wanted her to be, but when he return home...she carries a sadness like she knows he could leave at any moment. That fear was gone. She was simply enjoying their time together. She was genuinely happy he was home.
So he fucked his wife.
There would be no tears when he left, not this time. He knew that. There was no need to take time and make love to her. Someone else was doing that.
So he pressed his hand to her throat, pinned her leg back and found home inside his wife. She didn't look away or close her eyes, she remained present. Her mind didn't wonder to the next, her body coiled and pulsed around his. Her toes curled and eyes rolled into the back of her head. Someone...that someone was just a placeholder until his return. Nobody could do this to her.
"It's yours," she cries her reply. "I love you, Sasuke."
He believes her.
He comes in his wife.
:::
:::
Hinata smiles at her awakening husband.
She sits at the vanity and brush her hair. Long, even brushing. He huffs and props on his elbow. "I have a lunch date with the girls," she says.
"Hn," he watches her brushing.
"Maybe we...we go out for dinner," she suggests. "...if you're up for it?"
"That's fine," he said.
She beams in the mirror. "Perfect," she says. "I am happy you are home."
He knows.
They both know it.
And when they go out for dinner later on that night with his hand holding hers and their steps in synced. He received even more confirmation. His oldest friend and his former Sensei bound out of the nearby Ramen shop. The way The Hokage's eyes fell on his wife--he absolutely knew. Hinata greeted them causally. Her pulse didn't jump, her hands weren't clammy.
"I hope I have a few more days with him," says Hinata. Kakashi asked her something, but Sasuke couldn't stop thinking about what lead to his best friend fucking his wife.
Naruto had the smell of plum sake on his breath. He was eerily quiet. Sasuke figured he noticed the hickey beneath his wife's chin. She'd put make up on it, but had accidentally wiped it off during their walk into town.
"You good, dobe?" Sasuke asks.
Naruto grins but it doesn't reach his eyes.
"I love my Husband, Naruto," she told him earlier today during her 'lunch date with the girls.' She closed her eyes and sighed, "I...I love you too, but I'm not leaving Sasuke."
"Sure am," he points a thumb into his chest. "Never better."
Kakashi patted the blonde's back. "We don't want to hold you both up," he says. "Have a nice dinner."
"Thank you, Kakashi," says Hinata. "Goodnight, Hokage-sama."
Sasuke watches it crush his oldest friend. It nearly makes him smile. Naruto could have it all and will still want whatever Sasuke has. Heavy lids fold over drunken azure eyes. He barely manages a grunt before walking by Sasuke, bumping into his shoulder. Childish, Sasuke thought. If anything, he should be the one furious. His wife was having an affair.
...but she was happy.
She deserved happy.
He cared more about that than any mission in the world.
She intertwined their fingers. "Let's go," she smiled, tugging at his arm a bit.
Sasuke nodded. The dull ache in his shoulder felt good.
:::
Naruto sent him to Iron Country eighteen hours later.
"You...you just got back," grumbles Hinata, helping him pack while he sharps his katana with one arm.
"I'll be back," he says simply.
She paused, looking at him. "Of course, Sasuke, I know that..." she stops and sits in front of him. "I just..."
He places the katana down. He reached his hand to her cheek, she melted into his touch. Their home is quiet. They didn't want to start a family while he traveled so much, so often. It would be unfair. Sasuke didn't want to miss anything. And yet..."I did not intend our marriage...to be...like this."
She smiles. "One day you will retire and...we will make it up."
He nods. "Sooner than later."
She moves the katana out the way and moved her arms around his neck. "I'm going to miss you, Sasuke," she whispered into the crook of his neck.
He moves a hand up her back. He knows. He would miss her as well.
And Hinata knows that he knows. Her husband is a genius.
She pulls back and kisses him. He deepens it.