In the Middle of the Night, the Passion Reignites

'Hinata's' POV

'Hinata' was floating in a cloud. A breeze caressed her bare chest, leaving hot marks wherever it touched her bare skin. She tossed her head this way and that, trying to follow it while keeping her eyes closed, but it was like trying to catch the wind with a sieve.

Weightless, she didn't dare open her eyes, nor activate her Byakugan. Fear gripped her chest that it would all vanish if she did, and the warmth pooling in her belly was unlike anything she'd ever felt. Whatever happened, she didn't want it to stop.

"My love," the wind whispered, tickling her clit. Burning ice shot up her spine, and 'Hinata' squirmed, too late to bite on her finger to stop her moan.

The breeze slipped further below, leaving a trail of scorching marks on the inside of her thighs. A fire blazed in her belly, quickening the rise and fall of her chest. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched on nothing as the breeze probed at her outer folds, and 'Hinata' whimpered in frustration.

Then the breeze was burning against her neck, worrying at her earlobe and squishing her down against the clouds. 'Hinata' gasped and her eyes threatened to flutter open as she felt something else probe at her outer labia, like a gale on the verge of blowing.

"I'm yours, and you're mine," the wind breathed into her hear. Then the gale surged on, and 'Hinata's' eye shot open.

-

Something hot and hard stretched her insides wide, pushing her against the mattress; 'Hinata's' moaned and stared through half-lidded eyes at the tanned, grinning face of her lover, inches away from hers. Large, hooded cerulean eyes stared at her, and musky breaths mixed with her own as his cock pressed deeper between her legs, rubbing against hidden folds that threatened to make her eyes roll into her head.

Nary an inch away from her cervix, his cock stopped and his grin widened. "Hi there, 'Hinata-chan'."

'Hinata' whimpered between frustration and contentment. As her hips tilted up and pressed further against him on their own volition, a stabbing awareness pierced the haze she was in. Uzu. The masks, and the way Hinata - the real one - looked at them. Their lovemaking, a brief moment of suffocation, and then excruciating bliss when their roles were reversed.

She looked at her lover with new eyes. Or rather, not-so-old-ones.

"You're Hinata," Naruto said. " The masks... how long have we -" Her words turned into a moan as her doppleganger slid back and then pushed inside her again, harder and deeper.

"Not even ten hours," 'Naruto' chuckled throatily, picking up the pace slightly. "It's still dark outside. Don't worry, 'Hinata-chan', we still have plenty of time to enjoy this."

He punctuated the last word by pushing home. 'Hinata' moaned out loud and her thoughts turned to mush when 'Naruto' pressed his lips against her, his tongue darting between her teeth and dancing with hers.

Lightning flashed behind 'Hinata's' eyes as her lover picked up the pace again. Strands of violet hair flew in front of her face as 'Naruto' tried to hammer her through the bed; as she grabbed fistfuls of the soaked sheets, the small part of her brain still capable of rational thought was grateful for the sound-dampening and privacy seals her 'Naruto' had lined his apartment with: right now, the last thing she needed was for her father and Neji-kun to see - or hear - what her 'Naruto' was doing to her.

Naruto blinked, the eerily familiar pressure in her belly and the tremble in her limbs foreshadowing the coming orgasm; it took all of her - his willpower to ignore the bliss and push again his doppleganger's broad shoulders, futile as it was.

"Stop... stop!" he gasped, and Hinata slowed down, giving him a quizzical look. "The memories... they are coming too fast!"

"How so?"

"I just thought of Neji-kun as my cousin!" he hissed, slapping a hand against his firm chest. 'Naruto' was still buried almost to the hilt inside on her, and it made thinking clearly a struggle.

Hinata frowned, moving his hips ever so slightly in a way that made Naruto want to whimper. "And how do you know that's too fast? The scrolls say that a full merging takes three days. It hasn't been a fraction of that."

"I just... do," Naruto finished lamely.

Hinata cupped Naruto's cheek tenderly and kissed him on his brown, tucking strings of purple hair behind his ears.

"Relax, 'Hinata-chan'. The masks were made to allow the Uzumaki to flee at a moment's notice. It just makes sense that they would give access to some of the memories to establish a quick cover identity." A sly grin spread across Hinata's face then, one that made Naruto's stretched insides quiver in anticipation. "Besides, the scrolls say that the chakra of a powerful Uzumaki can revert the effect even after the three days expire. And it just so happen there's a powerful Uzumaki right here!"

The hand on Naruto's cheek started kneading on of the firm, milky breasts on his chest, while the other grabbed his hips as Hinata resumed her previous minstriations. Naruto's protest died on his lips as the breeze from his half-forgotten dream blew against his rock-hard nipples and wrapped around his clit like a hot tongue.

Oh gods. Yes! "Faster," she whimpered. "Faster!"

'Hinata' arched her back as 'Naruto' buried himself inside of her at a frenzied pace, clawing at the sheets and at her lover's back in turn. Her ankles locked around his hips, pulling him closer, deeper, her hips begging for more. And more she received.

The world went white as her inner muscles tried to crush 'Naruto's' dick inside of her. She heard herself moan, then scream, but just as the wave started to dip, she felt her legs being pushed apart and then up by strong hands. Her knees on her lover's shoulder, she felt her hips and spine arch and fold on itself in way that would have been tortuous for someone without her years of training as a kunoichi.

Then her 'Naruto' started pumping into her again, his hot breath seeping into her and his hands kneading her breasts as his chakra played with her clit. The wrongness of the previous thought melted in 'Hinata's' mind like snow in summer and she reached peaks of pleasure yet unexplored.

"I love you, Hinata-chan," 'Naruto' said as her moans turned into a scream. Bless him, he never stopped pumping into her, even as her vagina walled-up around him. "I love you so much!"

"I love you, too," she gasped, hugging his neck and kissing him deeply. "I love you too, Naruto-kun."

-

Much later, 'Hinata' lay with her head in the crook of 'Naruto's' neck, her hands roaming lazily and tracing the contours of his firm muscles. He played with her hair and one of her nipples, keeping the embers in her tummy stoked despite the growing exhaustion.

"That was... wow," he finally said.

'Hinata' nodded, sighing contentedly. If she'd known this was the kind of pleasure a woman could feel, maybe she would have put her Sexy no Jutsu to better use long ago... wouldn't she?

Naruto blinked, then yelped as Hinata pinched him slightly in the side.

"So?" Hinata said, grinning cheekily.

"So what?"

"Come on, we both know you liked that as much as I did! What's bothering you, dear?"

Naruto propped himself up on an elbow, tucking his long hair behind one ear.

"Really? You tell me."

Hinata sighed, then caressed his face, something other than lust shining in her cerulean eyes. "I'm sorry for springing the mask on you. I thought you wanted it to, but you needed a little push. And I was... curious."

"About what?"

"About how things are on the other side. How it feels to be you." She cupped his cheek; despite his annoyace, Naruto leaned into her touch. "And I know things haven't been easy for you, lately. Even before you went on your trip. All the responsabilities the Hokage has entrusted upon you, I saw how it was weighting you down. When you told me about the masks, I saw you could use a brief break from yourself." She tapped a finger against her temple. "And now I know you could definitely use one. Being Clan heir isn't nearly as much as a burden as being the future Hokage." She shrugged, and her smile dimmed a tad. "Besides, your father runs everything like a well-oiled machine."

Naruto gave her a flat stare, letting that last comment slip. Inside, however, he was torn.

"And the sex has nothing to do with that?"

Hinata grin widened again. Naruto felt her manhood stiffen again. He swallowed.

"Now that's one hell of an unexpected bonus, don't you think, 'Hinata-chan'?"

"Hinata -" Naruto sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The bed creaked and squeaked. Quick like a shinobi, Hinata was at the bathroom door, beckoning him on.

Sighing, Naruto gingerly tested that his legs would hold his weight after the night's maraton, earning a chuckle from Hinata. He shot her a dark look as she disappeared into the bathroom. Resigned, he followed her, keenly aware of how his hips swayed, the weight of his breasts, and the pleasant soreness between is legs.

Naruto joined Hinata in front of the mirror, and paused. The polished glass reflected the flushed face of Hinata back at him, her luscious body in full display.

"Who do you see in the mirror, 'Hinata-chan'?" Hinata asked, her voice distant.