Under the Sheets

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But all I can do is watch you walk away

Will you please return?

Because all I want is for you to stay

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All I could do was sit there in the dark, indulging in self-pity. My hands found themselves to the side of my head, fingers massaging my temples, trying to rid myself of the mantra repeating in my mind:

'I'm a jackass.'

I got up from my spot on the couch, making my way down the hallway towards Hinata's bedroom.

"Hinata, are you awake?" I asked. I listened tentatively, waiting for some sort of response. But there was none. My hand approached the door knob, turning it cautiously, preventing any creeping sound to occur. Opening the door ajar, I caught a glimpse of her peaceful sleeping face, as if nothing had happened. Guilt consuming my entire being, I closed the door, and retreated to the kitchen. After spending sometime rummaging through the fridge, I found the temporary relief from my guiltiness.

… I passed out on the couch, forgetting almost everything that had occurred earlier that evening.


I woke up to the sound of percolating coffee, and the brutal glare of the sun. My hands shifted up towards my temples, finger tips rotating in a circular motion to ease the pounding in my head. I shifted my torso upwards, and stole a glance toward Hinata waiting for the brewing coffee. I raised my body off the couch and walked toward the kitchenette.

"…Morning," I said with each resonating footstep on the tiled floor. As if on cue, she turned around and stared at me.

"…You look horrible."

"I feel like shit," I responded. We just stood there, continuing to stare at one another in an awkward silence.

"We need to talk…" The coffee pot then gave a small, high pitched beeping sound. Returning her attention back to the coffee pot, Hinata began pouring the contents from the pot into a mug, completely disregarding what I had said.

"Would you like some?" she asked as she extended her arm, mug in hand towards me. I gladly grabbed the mug.

"Thanks."

For the first time, we sat across the table from each other, and just talked

"I-I think that I should move out," she said.

I hesitated, absorbing what Hinata had just mentioned. I really didn't want her to leave…

"What's been going on between us…it-it's unhealthy…"

…But I knew that I had to let her go…

"I'm so sorry, Naruto…"

…Because I loved her.

"Please stop saying that," I muttered. She had such a confused look in her eyes…

"Stop saying what?" she asked.

"That you're sorry…"


A week after we had our conversation, Hinata left the apartment; three months have passed since she moved out. There have been times where I would find myself wishing to go back in time and do things differently. Now, I am stuck sharing my apartment with a childhood friend.

"You're not yourself," Shikamaru said as he brought a cigarette up towards his lips, inhaling its pungent toxins.

"I really haven't been myself in a while." He gave me a quizzical look. And so, I told him about me and Hinata…

"…Getting involved with a woman can be so troublesome at times." Shikamaru inhaled and exhaled his carcinogens, leaving wisps of smoke behind.

"…Says the guy that has stuck with the same girl for two years." I nonchalantly took a sip from my beer bottle, remembering how much I regretted letting Hinata leave.

"But if you love her," he said, "then she's worth it." I carefully absorbed what Shikamaru had said.

"…So…is she worth it?" he asked.

And there was silence…

"….yeah…"


After that conversation, Shikamaru convinced me to try getting in contact with Hinata, to tell her how I felt.

The first time I tried to call her:

We're sorry. The person that you are trying to reach is unavailable at the moment. Please leave your name and-

I ended the call before the voice mail could finish.

The second time I tried to call her, I did the same thing: call and then, hang up. I did this again, and again…

A few weeks had passed, and whenever I would look at my phone, it seemed as if it were mocking me for my failed attempts, mocking me for my apprehension of the unknown…

…Finally, I decided to try once more. My fingers trembled as I pressed each button on the surface; my mouth became dry as I anxiously anticipated the dreaded ringing sound…

We're sorry. The person that you are trying to reach is unavailable at the moment. Please leave your name and number after the tone.

This time, I spoke for what seemed to have been an eternity. And by the time it was all said and done, I ended with three words:

"I love you."

And then I waited.


Her hands clasped behind my neck as I kissed those voluptuous lips. Soft moans escaped from her mouth, causing me to smirk in silent victory. My hands began to roam up and down her silhouette, missing its familiarity; I wanted to relish every second that was given during this moment.

I released her lips, giving us time to catch our breath. In this moment, I admired the crimson blush that tainted Hinata's cheeks, and the yearning in her eyes. She gently lowered my head back down, my forehead nearly on top of hers. She then whispered in my ear:

"Make love to me…"

My eyes opened, eyelids blinking several times, and my eyes began to roam around my bedroom. I propped myself up on my elbows as I shifted my body into an upright position.

'It was just a dream…'

I was snapped out of my reverie when I heard knocking on the apartment door. I crept out of bed and made my way through the living room toward the door. My hand turned the handle, and as it opened, I caught a glimpse of a figure…

"I -I need to talk to you…"

I welcomed her into the apartment, and closed the door behind us.

"What is it that you want to talk about?" I asked. She continued to slowly move around the living room, before she turned around and made eye contact with me.

"It's about the message that you left…"she said.

"What about it?"

"Why couldn't you say it to me in person?"

"It wasn't like I knew where the you were so I could apologize-"

"Not the apology… the last part…" her voice began to taper-off as she spoke.

"Why…"she whispered, "why can't you say it to me, face to face?"

…And there was a silence. We just stayed there, standing in the middle of the living room floor, for what seemed to be an eternity. Attempting to make things less awkward, Hinata averted her gaze, hugging her right arm.

"Maybe…maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea…I'm sor-" Before she could finish her sentence, I kissed her. For the first time, I can actually savor the touch of her lips… From her lips, I kissed her forehead, and held her close as I murmured to her:

"I love you…" And I kissed her again and again, constantly repeating those three words.

"Naruto…" she mumbled. I lifted my head, briefly stopping my smothering, allowing me to admire the longing in her eyes. She lowered my head back down, whispering four words into my ear…


I gently lowered myself above Hinata as she lied beneath me on my bed.

"Just to let you know, I do have a roommate…"I whispered.

"Then I guess we just have to be quite then," she said cheekily.

Hinata placed her mouth on mine, silencing any words that threatened to come out. Her hands slid up the back of my shirt, eventually pulling it up over my head. My lips went from her mouth to her neck as my hands crept up under her shirt, brushing over her breasts. She propped up her torso as I tugged at her shirt, pulling it up higher and higher until it came up. Soon after, I closed the space between us, with my lips returning to her neck. My hands were greedily roaming her back in search of her bra fastener. Feeling them aimlessly wandering, she took hold of my hands, and placed them on her chest. Getting the hint, my fingers took hold of the center, and unhinged the clasp. The garment effortlessly slipped of her shoulders; never had I seen such an enticing site. I planted kisses on her body, from her clavicle to her belly, eventually moving lower and lower… My hands caressed every curve of her being, my fingers deftly pleasuring her, only to leave a wanton expression on her face. The fingers were then soon replaced with the conjunction of our lower bodies.

Hot, sweaty, passionate: three words to describe the sex between me and Hinata. My fingertips clenched her hips, bringing them up closer to mine, wanting her to feel maximum pleasure. Her hands turned into fists, fingers embedding themselves into my scalp. She bit her lower lip, in attempt to muffle the sound of her lustful moaning, only to occasionally let one slip. In and out, gradually picking up the pace, our bodies were in perfect sync. Her fingers were entangled in the fitted sheet as she arched her lower back, convulsing as she reached her orgasm. Finally reaching the brink of my climax, my hips started to sway slowly, prolonging the wave of desire. My elbows began to buckle, causing me to collapse on top of Hinata's body. We laid there, not saying a word, only listening to our stifled breathing and our beating hearts…

The following morning, I woke up not to the bright beams of the sun, but to the pattering rain hitting the window. I looked to my side and watched as Hinata continued to sleep, basking in the afterglow of the events the night before. It was then that I realized that all I wanted to do was to stay with Hinata, right there, under the sheets. But I knew that it would be an impossible fantasy to fulfill… because I would have to eventually explain to my roommate why there is a guest in our home.

.Fin.


A/N: Well, here it is: the final installment for Under the Sheets! I can't believe that it has been a month since I last updated. I am truly grateful to those of you who have stuck with this short story, and have been patient with my slow attempts of updating, especially with this last chapter. This chapter was partially done, but as we all know, life sometimes throws us a little curve ball, and then we're stuck trying to find the right inspiration to continue. Once again, I do apologize for not posting this chapter up sooner.

For those of you who are interested, I am currently working on a Bleach project (I am still playing around with the title); hopefully, that will be uploaded in the very near future. Be sure to check out my profile for updates. Remember, reviews/critiques are more than welcome!

Thanks again and happy reading!

~Nilaf

Disclaimer: Any characters mentioned in this fanfiction solely belong to Masashi Kishimoto, the creator of Naruto. The only things that I own are merely the plot and the opening to this chapter.