Kiss her.

In one swift motion Kiba ran his hand up her neck, through her hair, and was kissing her, using the leverage to catch her off balance and cause her body to move in closer to his. Her chest pressed to his, soft and warm, and only then did Kiba suddenly not mind the heat. Hinata's lips hardened, at first, only to open in shy compliance as he cradled her head in his hand, easing her into him.

How long had it been since they had last kissed? It had only happened once, a brief fumble in a foreign land before a mission they thought they'd never come back from. She had tasted sweet then, confused, and reminded him that there were things still worth fighting for. The fights were over now, and the summer heat had driven him back to her. He kissed her without thinking, tongue and teeth parting her lips which struggled to keep up with him. Small hands found the side of his jaw. First she was working with him, trying to get him to slow down, not giving in to his invasive tongue. She finally parted from him, letting out a shaky breath against Kiba's cheek.

"Why now?" She said, voice airy.

Kiba rolled the question over in his head even as he was running his lips across Hinata's jaw over to her ear, hands cradled against the breadth of her hips. Why now? There was no answer to that. Boredom and heat and because he saw that shoulder, touched that skin and remembered what it was like to have a body like hers against his? Sharp canines softly bit to the side of her neck. She let out a pained noise, fingers curling against Kiba's shoulders. Not pulling him closer, not pushing him away.

How in all of the years of working together, of camping out in small tents, of sparring, of fighting together, did Kiba never manage to notice how good Hinata smelled? Animal instincts overwhelmed him, he felt his breathing grow faster and his cock stir in interest. Kiba tongued the spot he bit on her neck in apology. Hinata shuddered against him, her back giving a subtle arch, pressing her further into him.

Kneeling on the tatami, Kiba kissed her hard again, and this time Hinata responded shyly but surely. The first time Hinata's tongue ran questioningly against his lower lip Kiba felt a moan rise in his throat, his hips surging forward as his mouth opened to let her in. When she felt him hard against the curve of her hip she receded slightly, their lips still locked. He let his hands wander, down her shoulders until one rest on her waist, the other cupping against her chest in firm affirmation. This caused her to break the kiss, her body language growing closed off.

"Kiba, I don't know about this," she looked from side to side, as if she expected her protective family members to appear from nowhere, their eyes tense with Byakugan. Kiba's heart was thudding, his lips still most from Hinata's kiss.

"Why not? I mean, you and I have always been good together, right?" He leaned in, nose brushing against Hinata's as a wolfish smile pulled at his mouth, "You can trust me, you know."

"It's not about trust," Hinata sent back, her voice clipped with offense. "Kiba, I mean... I-... I like kissing you...but more is..."

"Oooh okay. I get it, I get it. We don't have to do -that-. But...well..." Kiba paused as if to find the right words. His hands moved down again, teasing against the band of Hinata's skirt. "Mouths?"

It was apparently not the word she was looking for if her expression had anything to say about it. Kiba struggled to maintain his dignity, swooping in for another kiss. He hoped to distract her from his stupidity, running his tongue against her lower lip, sucking on her upper lip lightly until she had melted back into him in compliance.

"Okay..." he noted as he paused in the kiss, "Not that. But...hands?" He ran fingers along the outline of her thigh through her skirt, her breath hitching. "I promise I'll behave myself..."

"Um..." she could barely answer, barely breath even. It seemed even the stoic Hyuga's fell prey to the summer heat, or to the wild ninja's brash ways. Either way, she nodded her head in consent.

Kiba's heart lept to his throat and his cock throbbed with renewed passion. He suddenly became very aware of many things, like the strain of his now very tight shorts, the way the fan's gust caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up, how Hinata had broken out into a light sweat that glistened along her forehead and down between the curves of her breasts. Had he actually gained consent to touch her? It didn't seem real, and he thanked his stupid luck as his hands ran up her body, lightly brushing against the curves of her chest.

Kiba's fingers wandered, tracing paths along Hinata's body that not even her strongest techniques could have predicted. The heat wasn't coming from summer now but rather the fire bursting out from inside of her, one which had been stifled by self-restraint and a strict up-bringing. So much time studying jutsus and meditation, and here was Kiba getting in touch with something -else- inside of her, and Hina was finding that she didn't really mind. In fact, Kiba's mouth on her shoulder, his fingers brushing her nipples through her bra sent a shiver through her that she couldn't control, a soft moan of pleasure escaping her lips.