A/N: Surprise! I finally decided to finish up this story! I found that are there several stories I have, that were supposed to only be very short stories, that still remain unfinished. And I wanted to make it a little project to try and get these stories done relatively soon. Now, I do have school, and work, and preparations for college that I need to make. But still, I am trying to find time to write so I can update for you guys.

This also doesn't mean that I'm not gonna be updating any other story, 'cause I will. There are certain stories that I know you guys love to death, so I need to prioritize those stories as well. And then, of course, Endless Lemons is due for an update, now isn't it? I certainly think so. ;D.

Any guys, I really do hope you enjoy this chapter!

The music in the club was incredibly loud, almost unbearable. The place was hot, stifling. Sweat, alcohol, and perfume/cologne mixed together for a repugnant odor. Not to mention the slobbering drunks desperately looking for someone semi-attractive to grind up against.

This was exactly why Hinata fucking hated the club scene. Everyone about it was extremely obnoxious. She was fucking hated it. And of course, as luck would have it, the guys in the club were, overall, not that attractive. But that was possibly because there was already someone there that blew them all out of the water.

Menma Namikaze

Of course, of fucking course he had decided to come to the club at the same time she did. The bastard probably wanted to show off how well he could pick up fucking trash. She hated his smug, stupid face, and arrogant demeanor.

But damn, he looked really good.

He stood up against the wall of the club, both hands tucked into his pockets. He wore a silk, black button up shirt. It was long sleeved, but he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, leaving his muscular forearms on display. He matched his shirt with a nice pair of black slacks, and a matching colored dress shoes. Hinata hated to admit it, but the black made the the Namikaze look sexy as hell.

But Hinata knew that she also looked damn good,

As usual, she kept her make up incredibly light. She had used only some mascara, along with some smokey eye shadow. Her lipstick was a bit more of a sinful red than usual. It stood out nicely from her pale face. Her dark blue hair was curled. Bouncing around every time she moved. A part of that hair was moved to cover one of her eyes, adding a bit more to her overall mysterious look. The black dress did very well in complimenting her figure. It was very snug, and and held on to her tightly. It lead all the way down to her feet, where she wore two inch pumps.

Her overall outfit ensured that Hinata was gathering a lot of attention from the men in the club. As of yet, not a single one of them had decided to approach her. She was positive this was because of Menma's presence. The other men were probably scared that if they dared approach her, Menma would beat the shit out of them. It was also probably the reason why no woman had dared to go after Menma, despite how scrumptious he looked.

But Hinata wasn't going to take that.

She finally decided to move away from the wall she had been leaning against. She scoured through the crowd, looking for a man that appeared at least semi-decent. Clearly not someone as attractive as Menma, because that simply wasn't going to be possible. But she did want someone that she could fuck after she did a bit of drinking. And of course, she also needed someone who either didn't know about her and Menma, or were too drunk to worry about the consequences of hooking up with her. The blue haired beauty finally spotted at least one person that would be suitable for her needs. He was a single, dirty blond. He sat at the bar, drinking all by himself.

He seemed a bit lonely at first. But anyone with a good pair of eyes could tell that he was a predator on the prowl. He was looking for a good challenge to take home with him. Sure, the look didn't have the same level of intensity that Menma had, but it would need to do for not. And nothing about this guy really stood out for him except for his eyes.

With a target in mind, Hinata started her way towards the stranger. She made sure to stand up straighter, and made sure to sway her hips. As she walked towards her target, she could feel oceanic blue eyes burning a hole into the side of her head. She knew that he was carefully watching every single thing that she was doing at this point.

Good. She wanted to give him a show. To prove to that asshat that she didn't fucking need him.

"Why hello there," She purred into the ear of this random person. She was almost impressed by the fact that he didn't at all seemed startled by her sudden presence. The keyword being almost. This just meant that this young man was most likely a ninja. And since she didn't recognize him, he was probably from another village.

Perfect. Someone completely unaware of Hinata and Menma's reputation. This significantly increased her chances of getting laid tonight.

"Why hello there, beautiful." He greeted her back. Unfortunately, his voice sounded exactly how she thought it would. A bit smooth, but that was overshadowed by how slimy and sleazy it also was. It was pretty gross.

Maybe she could whip out her bondage kit, and gag him for the night...

"So what's a handsome guy like you doing sitting here all by yourself?" She asked, sitting on the stool next to him.

"I guess I just haven't been able to find the right dance partner." He told her, eyeing her up and down. Some slight chills of disgust ran up her spine.

"Oh, well then maybe I could be your dance partner for tonight." She suggested, keeping her voice low and seductive.

"I'd be honored to have such a sexy thing like you dance with me. But I'm surprised someone as attractive as you doesn't already have a boyfriend." He tried to compliment her, with that incredibly irritating voice.

"I used to, but he's old news now. I wanna focus on bigger and better men right now." She purred out. Speaking of Menma, she could still feel his gaze burning into her. It was just below actual killing intent.

The grating man opened his mouth, presumably to speak using that horrible fucking voice of his. But Hinata quickly placed a finger over his lips to prevent that from happening.

"Shh, enough talk. Let's just fucking dance." She didn't wait for him to give her a proper response. She dragged his ass to the middle of the dance floor. Hinata turned her back to him, and began to dance against him.

Well, not really. She currently wasn't in the mood to feel his erection grinding up against her ass. She made sure to keep at least a little bit of space between them. Of course, she allowed him to place his hands on her waist. But she made sure to move away a bit if his junk got too close for her liking.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Menma glowering at her. His azure eyes held tinges of red in them. Good, let that fucking bastard realize that she could do better than him. Well, that she could at least have any dick that she wanted. She didn't belong to him, and she certainly didn't need him. Let him stew in his fucking jealousy.

She would never in a million years admit that she was happy that he was too distracted to pay attention to any of the skanks surrounding him. They were making very poor attempts to entice him. She'd never admit that she would lose her fucking mind if any one of them touched a single hair on his precious head.

In order to further stir him up, she leaned her head back, towards this stranger's face. She began trailing kisses up and down his cheek. Revulsion filled her at her actions. The male behind her quickly realized what she was trying to do. He moved his head down, so he could properly give her a kiss. She had to hold her breath, since she could very much smell all the alcohol he had drank. It was disgusting. She mentally braced herself as his lips drew millimeters away from her. When their lips were about to touch, a snarl rang through the air. She had no time to react before someone grabbed her arm, and yanked her away from her dance partner.

She was held to the chest of Menma Namikaze.

"Menma, what the fu-" She was cut off when he turned his attention on her. He had his lips curled into a deep snarl. His whiskers had deepened, while his canines had elongated. His normally azure eyes had turned a dark crimson. Even his hair seemed incredibly wild. And the amount of killer intent he was releasing was suffocating.

Hinata had to rub her thighs together in order to soothe the ache between her thighs. She'd never been so sexually attracted to this man in her entire life. He looked so furious, so ready to kill. His fierceness left her lower lips weeping. Not even her ego could keep her from admitting how divine he looked. It took her breath away.

"Hey, what the hell? Just who the fuck do yo-" The former dance partner was almost immediately shut down, as Menma's fist collided with his face. The poor guy went flying through the crowd, and smashed through the side of the club.

Everything went dead silent. Menma quietly dragged Hinata threw the club and outside. No one, not the DJ, not the owner, and not even the security did anything to stop him. No one even tried complaining to the raging teen. If they did, no doubt they'd be in for a world of unbelievable pain. People simply moved out of the way to let the couple pass through safely.

The couple moved through the streets without speaking a single word to each other. It was a bit chilly, but Hinata didn't feel the cold. She was so aroused and overheated that she could barely contain herself. A part of her was concerned, really fucking concerned. He'd never been this angry at her before. This level of fucking fury had never been directed towards her.

She hoped it would lead to him fucking the absolute shit out of her. Hinata desperately wanted him to fuck her until the sun came up the next morning.

When the two of them reached his apartment, he shoved her roughly inside. He pointed towards the couch.

"Sit." He ordered her.

"Fine, I will! But only because I fucking want to. Not because you told me to. These heels are fucking killing me." Hinata snapped at him. She hoped that it would make him even angrier. She wanted all that passion to be translated into the bedroom. She sat down, and crossed her arms while she folded her legs.

"Now, who the hell do you think you are, going in there, and yanking me out of the club?" She demanded. But she already knew the reasons for his actions.

Her heart froze, and her lower lips throbbed. He had finished locking the door, and was now staring dead at her. He swiftly moved towards her. His anger increasing with every step.

"What was I thinking? What was I thinking?! What the fuck were you thinking back there? How fucking dare you almost kiss that piece of shit!" He barked at her.

She sent him her own glare.

"Fuck you! I'll do whatever the hell that I want." She snapped back.

In an instant, he was directly in front of her, at eye level. Hinata barely had time to react as he forced his lips on to hers. Hinata quickly responded by dragging her nails into his scalp as she moved her lips against his.

The kiss was bruising. And it left her craving more. As roughly as possible, she sunk her teeth into his lower lip. He grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Hinata took the opportunity to shove her tongue into his mouth. It quickly became a battle between the two of them. Hinata unfolded her legs, giving him room to come closer to her.

All too soon however, he pulled away from her. Both of the were panting incredibly hard,

"These lips," Menma came close, giving her a short, but rough kiss. "Are mine."

"These breasts," He used one hand to grasp one of her breasts. She moaned. "Are mine."

And Hinata arched her back, and released a loud groan of pleasure as Menma suddenly placed two fingers deep inside of her core. She couldn't help it as she squeezed his fingers as tightly as possible.

"And this pussy is mine as well." He growled out.

Hinata closed her eyes, and tried to gather up all of her self control and inner strength. The next time she opened her eyes, they burned brightly with flames of defiance.

"Oh really? Says fucking who?" She spat at him.

Her heart jumped when even more of Kyuubi's chakra poured out of him in response. The entire world spun out of control for her when Menma suddenly threw her over his shoulder.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Lemme go, you fucking jackass!" She yelled at him. And she knew she could've probably used the Gentle Fist to at least incapacitate him, but she realized that that wouldn't have been a very good idea.

"Shut the fuck up!" He spat back at her. He carried her to his bedroom, ignoring all the curses that she threw his way. He flung her onto the bed. Before she could protest even more, he was on top of her.

He pressed his lips up against hers, even harder than before. His hands trailed her body, grabbing and grasping at her. Hinata wrapped her legs around his middle. She could feel his erection, pressing up against her own arousal. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed harder against her. He harshly grounded his erection up against her heated core. Hinata responded by raking her nails up and down his back.

The Hyuuga heiress pushed her lover away from her, in order to rip open his shirt. His glistening, harden tanned chest was exposed for her viewing pleasure. Her mouth latched onto his neck, and her teeth sank into his flesh. She made sure to draw blood. It was imperative that she marked him as hers.

Menma groaned in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah. baby." He growled out. "Bite me harder."

Hinata made sure to do as he requested, but at different spot on his neck. She wanted to litter his entire body with a bunch of markings. Her other ones had mostly faded away at this point.

Menma's hand moved to the back of her dress, where he swiftly unzipped it. It was easy since he's taken this dress off her many, many, many times before. Hell, most of those times the two of them hadn't even left the house. She would just use it as a means of messing with him.

Once more, the two of them briefly broke apart, so he could slide the dress off of her skin. Her bra came off a second later.

"Fuck!" She cursed in pleasure as he attached his lips to one of her nipples. He pinched and played with the other one. Hinata arched her chest into his more than capable hands. The blue haired beauty hissed as he bit deeply into her sensitive bud.

Hinata's hand trailed down his chest towards his pants. She unbuttoned them, eager to get to the main course. Much to her frustration, her black haired lover quickly put a stop to her actions. He grabbed her hand, preventing her from advancing.

"Oh, so now you want my cock?" He asked her snidely. "'Cause it seemed to me like you wanted that other guy to fuck you not too long ago."

Shit. Of course, of fucking course he would act this petty. He probably expected to her beg for his dick. Or, at the very least, apologize for her actions. Like she would ever do either of those things. Well, under normal circumstances she wouldn't But she did desperately want him to fuck her. So maybe a compromise was in order.

She quickly used her other hand in order to grab his cock. He grunted as she swiftly stroked his erected member.

"Aw, come on baby. You know I was only messing with you. I love your cock, and we both know that it loves me too." She purred. Hinata knew that he wouldn't be able to resist her as much as he would like. She knew exactly how to manipulate and play with his manhood. She was getting him incredibly worked up. He wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

Menma retaliated by brushing aside her panties, and reintroducing his finger to her lower lips. Hinata's eyes rolled back as his finger roughly pumped in and out of her. She responded in kind by gripping him tighter, and increasing the speed of her stroking. She used her other hand to grab the back of his head, and crush their lips together.

The two of them relished in their simultaneous pleasure. The Namikaze was especially pleased. He was positive that, unlike this morning, she wouldn't be attacking him. His fingers were working her over way too well for her to deny him. He hoped that the the night could end with her getting over her nonsense. He had been unbelievably pissed when she decided to start seducing a piece of shit. No matter how many times the two of them had broken up, they had always made sure to remain faithful to one another.

So why the fuck did that change this time? What type of game was she playing?

The two of them parted due to the lack of oxygen.

"Mmm, baby, how about we stop the foreplay, so I can fuck you?" Menma mummered.

He knew that the two of them were close to reaching their limit. He decided that he would rather cum inside of her. Though he knew that cumming inside of her mouth was an option, he would much rather prefer spilling inside of her tight pussy.

"If you do, I just want you to know that I expect you to fuck me all night long. So I hope you can keep up with me." She taunted him.

"Oh trust me, I could all night, and all day with you baby. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk." He promised her. He removed his fingers from inside of her clenching hole. And he yanked her hand away from his manhood.

Pushing her panties to the side, he thrusts up inside of her. Menma grunted, ad almost came right then and there. She was tight, incredibly tight. The feeling was almost unbearable. When the only sexual companion for the past few weeks had been his hand, this feeling was overwhelming. He clneched his teeth, and had to concentrate to prevent himself from bursting inside of her. Fortunately, he could tell she was close to release herself. They way she clenched around him, and threw her head back was very telling. She might've actually been closer than he was.

Good.

He began thrusting in and out of her, basking in her warmth. Fuck, he'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be inside of her. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to savor the feeling of being inside of her. He slid out of her, before thrusting back in. The pleasurable ache tightened with each movement.

Hinata wasn't faring much better.

His slow, deep thrusts were doing wonders to her. Her mind was reeling with pleasure. Fuck, it'd been far too long for her. This was incredible.

Hinata gasped harder when his finger suddenly found her clit. That, mixed with his thrusting, guaranteed that she was going to cum before him.

"Ugh, no, you-ah! Asshole, that's cheating!" She cursed him through her moaning.

He responded with a strained chuckle. In order to tilt the odds further in his favor, he bent down to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Shit, uh, fuck! Menma!" She moaned out, as an amazing orgasm overtook her. It rippled through her entire body like a sensational fire. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head from pleasure. She became even more aroused when she felt his hot seed spilling inside of her. It was so warm, and comforting.

Menma released her nipple in order to groan at the force of his own release. He had been backed up for so long, so this orgasm was absolutely amazing. And this was just the first that he planned on having that night.

The two of them lied there, desperately trying to catch their breath. Although exhausted, and very satisfied, the two of them were both very eager to continue.

Hinata managed to catch her breath before he did. Her energy wasn't completely full, but it would be enough. With a surprising show of speed and strength, she threw her lover onto the bed, landing on top of him. She grabbed both of his wrists, and held them above his head. Hinata smirked down at him.

"I hope you're ready for round two, baby." She said, while grounding onto his cock. She was more than pleased when his erection began growing once again.

"Shit, you know I could go all night with you." He murmured back, thrusting against her slick lips.

"You fucking better." Hinata grunted. She used her hand to position his cock up against her entrance. She shivered as she sunk back down on to his member. Hinata was still a bit tender, but she didn't mind. The pain from her sensitivity only added to the experience.

Hinata rode him at a slow pace. She wanted to make sure that they made this session last longer. Even though she knew that the two of them would take longer to make cum because of their recent orgasms. Hinata absolutely loved all the power she got when she was on top. She loved the complete control she gained in the situation. Most of all, she loved how completely enraptured he remained with her.

Never once did his eyes stray away from her moving form.

The constant look of raw lust in his eyes was always present. It gave the blue haired beauty an immense thrill. She felt incredibly wanted, and attractive.

And truly, Menma did want her.

Although he loved dominating the little hellcat, it was electrifying to have her ride him. Having her glistening, flushed body on top of his own was an erotic spectacle. It left him hypnotised.

When the two of them reached orgasm again, it wasn't as intense as the last. But it was still largely satisfying. The two of them, once again, didn't take very long to recover. Soon, they switched into another position, and their lovemaking started all over again.

And it continued all through the night. Their stamina was still incredible, despite their lengthy break. It seemed that their passion for each other gave them a large boost in how long they could go. It wasn't until the very early hours of the morning that the two of them finally gave in to their exhaustion.

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Hinata groaned. A bright light fluttered in through the curtains, and down on to her. Her eyes fluttered open, annoyed at being woken up. She found herself lying on top of a warm, very firm body. Exhaustion filled her to the very bones. But she felt just as much satisfaction. It seeped through her entire body, and left her incredibly pleased. Using her own hand simply did not compare to the amazing things Menma could do to her. Menma was still an asshole, and he would most likely forever be an asshole. But damn, he was such an incredible, long lasting, and attentive lover.

He was so good, that she held no regrets about letting him go to town on her.

She hummed in pleasure. Hopefully the two of them could have several more rounds of sex this morning. That sounded like a great idea to her.

"Oh, you're finally awake." His raspy voice broke through her thoughts.

She grinned at him, peering up at him through underneath her eyelashes.

"Mmm, I'm not ready for round two just yet, but I will be after breakfast and a shower." She said to him, using her fingers to trace invisible patterns on to his chest.

"Hell yeah!" He gave her a large grin. "But fuck, baby, I'm not too sure I can get out of bed right now."

"That's fine. We can rest a bit more. I'm not sure even sure that I can walk right now." She assured him. She comfortably rested her head against his chest. Hinata allowed herself to snuggle up against him.

The two of them lied there, completely relaxed, and in tune with one another. It was honestly quite comforting. Hinata had to admit, the quiet times between them were often the best moment. A period of peace in the midst of their loud, and quite passionate relationship. It was a simple time for the two of them to bask in each other's presence.

But of course, Menma just had to ruin things for the two of them. As always.

"I'm glad that you've gotten over your nonsense." Menma piped up.

There was a pause.

"Excuse me?" She asked. Her hand paused in its movements.

"You've been acting like a complete bitch for the past month or so. More than usual. I'm just glad you've gotten over it, so you can get back to being my girl." He casually explained to her.

"You...You fucking asshole!" She yelled. She sat straight up, and glared down at him. She would've loved to storm out of the room, but her legs refused to cooperate.

"Huh? What's wrong?" He asked. He seemed completely oblivious, as if he didn't have a single clue as to what he did wrong.

What a fucking bastard.

"I can't believe you! You sit here, and you-you act like you didn't do anything fucking wrong!" She spat out.

"What are you-" He was cut off, as Hinata continued to speak over him.

"I open my heart to you. I tell- I tell you how I feel. And you already know that's not an easy thing for me to do! And you just, y-you just-!" A small sob broke free from her mouth. Angry tears had begun streaming down her face. She quickly flipped over, facing away from her lover. She began furiously wiping away the tears in her eyes, while drawing the blanket up, high enough to cover her face. She rarely, if ever, cried, and she hated doing it in front of him.

"What?! Hinata, what are you talking about? Hinata!" Mena sat up. He placed a hand on her shoulder, and gently tried to nudge her to face him. She shrugged him off.

"Hinata, baby..." Goddamnit, he was very proudly known for being a cruel hearted bastard. But seeing her cry... It broke something inside of him.

She did turn to fixate her heated glare upon him. He nearly flinched at the amount of anger, the amount of hatred, and just the underlying amount of hurt in her eyes. But the pain, mixed in with her tears, helped keep him firm.

"What's wrong? What's fucking wrong? I confessed my love to you, and YOU DIDN'T GIVE A SINGLE SHIT!" She hysterically screamed at him. Despite her best efforts, even more tears escaped her eyes.

She could still remember everything that had happened on that fateful day.

Flashback

Today was the day. It was their two year anniversary. And Hinata had decided that she wanted to celebrate it. She really wanted to make it a special anniversary. The two of them were rarely sentimental, and could hardly ever be considered sweet. But Hinata figured that now would be a good time to further their relationship, on a more emotional level. Although Menma and Hinata had been at the top of their class, and were incredible ninja in their own right, their enemies, they were strong. A bit too much for them to handle, which had led to some close calls. Calls that she would rather not talk about...

So, for once, and only once in her life, she decided that she was going to open up to him. She felt it was important that he knew exactly how she felt, and exactly how much she cared about him. Just in case something happened to either of them. It would leave her heart very vulnerable to him, but she didn't mind. She was sure that he felt the exact same way.

Well, for the most part she was sure.

She had swiped romance novels, and teen magazines from her sister. She had carefully spied and listened to conversations about boys and dating from all the other girls. With all this in mind, Hinata went completely out of her way to create the most stereotypically romantic evening for the both of them. She had an amazing dinner cooked, with all of his favorite meals. She had dessert ready to go, though it might require her to heat it up a bit by the time the two of them got to eating it. The lights were dimmed, and candles were set about. In the bedroom, she had laid out a trail of rose petals leading towards the bed.

Her makeup was done, very lightly, to give her a very subtle, yet gorgeous look. She wore a low cut black dress, one that was mostly snug around her bosom, his favorite part of her body. Her hair was set up in a high bun, leaving her neck clear and exposed for him to mark as he pleased. But she decided to forgo wearing any heels. It would be a bit too much of a hassle to take them off in the bedroom. Plus, with her nerves shot to hell, it would only ensure that she would trip and smash her face against something.

Hinata patiently sat down at the table in the living room, waiting for Menma to arrive home. Her nerves were completely frazzled, and the ticking of the clock only added to how nervous she felt. At first, she expected him to be home by around 8, the time he told her he would arrive.

It wasn't until close to 11 that he finally strolled in. And at that point, her nerves had almost disappeared. Instead, they were replaced by her typically steely anger. Her arms were crossed as she shot daggers at the door, waiting for the sonuvabitch to finally walk in.

However, some of the fury left her when she did take in his appearance when he walked in.

Menma was covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. Multiple cuts, gashes. And bruises littered his entire body. It was clear that he had spent the night getting in some extra training. She shouldn't have been that surprised. It wasn't that unusual for him to stay out late training. Hell, sometimes he would stay out all night, perfecting his moves. And on any normal day, she would be out there with him.

"Hey..." She greeted him, dropping her glare.

He gave her a simple grunt in response. He paused, taking in the look of the room. She sat, waiting for him to also take a seat at the table. Of course, she would need to reheat the food, but that wouldn't be too much trouble for her to do. It would only take a couple of minutes to-

"Well, I'm going to take a shower. Then I'm headed of to bed." He grumbled out to her. He began trudging his way towards the bedroom, when he saw the rose petals on the floor.

Her heart dropped when he scowled at the mess.

"Could you please clean this up?" He asked, before continuing his journey.

"W-wait!" He paused. "Are...Are you not gonna eat with me?" She asked, her voice unusually meek, and shy.

He turned his attention back towards her. She turned her gaze away, and squirmed under his intense staring. It took several, long agonizing seconds before he finally spoke up again.

"I already ate before I came here. And I've taken so many hits to the stomach, that I don't think I'll be able to eat properly. But," His tone became softer, despite how tired and annoyed he was. "Could you save this food for later? Like, put it in the fridge for me? I'll eat it tomorrow."

He wasn't a complete tactless idiot, he realized that she had put in some extra effort for that night.

"Sure." Hinata mumbled back. She could feel some tears sting her eyes at the rejection of her hard work. But she refused to let this deter her! She was just being an idiot. Of course he wouldn't wanna eat after a long day of training.

And of course he wouldn't like the rose petals, he hated any type of mess, no matter how pretty it was supposed to look. That was simply a slight miscalculation on her part.

It was alright, she had more planned after this, she could recover. The night could still be saved. And after the rest of their romantic night, the two of them could have a really nice lunch tomorrow.

Hinata quickly put the rest of the food away in the fridge. She also did her best to clean up the petals. Of course, she saved them. Perhaps tomorrow she could use them in her bath. That seemed like a rather nice idea. Next, she stripped off her dress, revealing her second surprise. She wore a tantilizing baby doll, one that was sure to leave him drooling. The blue haired beauty placed herself on the bed, and propped her head up on hand as she lied on her side, facing the doorway.

If the two of the can't have dinner, then they could still have sex, right?

Right?

Once more, some doubts began to fill her mind as she waited for him to come out of shower. If he was too tired and sore to eat, what were the actual chances that he would have enough strength or energy to have sex with her? Maybe this would also turn out to be a dud. Perhaps it would just be better to replan everything, and start again tomorrow...

She snapped out of her thoughts when he finally stepped out of the shower. Her heart beat with trepidation as he strolled into the room wearing nothing but a towel. At this point, almost of all of his previous injuries were completely gone. He paused, eyeing her up and down.

For a second, she was convinced that she was going to be rejected for a second time that night.

He gave a very deep sigh.

"Oh, alright then." He dropped his towel, leaving him completely nude.

But Hinata didn't have enough time to fully admire his nude physique. He had pounced on her.

Just as she had panned, the two of them performed the horizontal tango late into the night. She made sure to channel certain parts of chakra into his body, in order to both soothe any ache in his muscles, and to increase his pleasure. He responded, in kind, by using the Kyuubi's chakra. Of course, this session wasn't as long as the two of them could go, but it was amazing nonetheless.

And when they finished, the two to of them lied there together. They were both covered in sweat, spit, and some other fluids. The musty scent of sex filled the air. But the two of them didn't really care. They just basked in the afterglow of their fuck-fest. It was at that moment that Hinata decided it was time to admit her deep feelings for her lover.

"...Menma?" She spoke out, in that same, soft tone she had used before.

"Hmm?" He hummed in response. It was clear that he was very close to passing out from exhaustion.

"I, um." She could hardly hear her own words over the thumping of her heartbeat.

She took a deep breath, and decided to just spit the words out.

"I love you." There, she said it. She actually said it. She actually managed to say it. Now, she waited with baited breath for him to repeat the words.

"Okay." He responded, in that same, sleepy, dreary voice.

She waited. She waited for him to continue. She waited for him to repeat the phrase back to her. But unfortunately, that simply never happened. A minute or two later, she heard some slight snoring coming from him.

And just like that, her entire world came crashing down around her. He hadn't said it back. He hadn't given her the response she had wanted, the response that she had desperately hoped for. All of her hard work, everything she had worked to accomplish the past few months had been for nothing. All the training, and fighting she did, just to make sure she would have the ability to protect him, meant absolutely nothing.

She meant nothing to him.

Just like that, her temper exploded.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" She shrieked at him. She hopped out of bed, just as her lover jumped away at the sudden noise.

"W-what?" He sputtered out, completely confused.

Hinata stomped around the room, gathering up her clothes. She forcefully put them on her body, in preparation to leave.

"Woah, wait! What's your problem?" He asked her as she opened the bedroom door. All she did was direct a hard glare in his direction. Without saying a single word, she stormed out of the room.

"Ugh, whatever." She heard him mutter. He didn't bother chasing after her. Instead, he decided to lie back down, and go back to sleep.

For a second time that night, her heart broke. She left the apartment, ignoring the tears that had begun streaming down her cheeks.

End Flashback

And ever since then, she had avoided him. Every single time he tried to approach her, he was met with harsh words, and violence. It wasn't their usually playful spats, this had been far more severe. He learned to simply stay away, mostly hoping that she would get over whatever the fuck had been bugging her.

She saw Menma's eyes flash in remembrance.

"Oh yeah, I remember that day. It was when you were acting super fucking bizarre, right?" He asked callously.

Her cheeks became inflamed with rage.

"What the HELL is that supposed to mean?" She asked through grit teeth.

He shrugged his shoulder very nonchalantly.

"You fixed up a big, fancy dinner, for some reason. You also set up a bunch of candles, which smelled tacky. Then you made a huge mess by throwing petals everywhere. And you did this for no real fucking reason." He listed off all of her hard working, like it was all a huge burden to him.

"I was trying to be fucking romantic." She said, her anger rising by the second.

"Why?" He asked with a hint of disgust. As if the mere idea of being romantic was completely repulsive.

"Because it was our two year anniversary?" Seriously, how much of an asshole could he really be? Did he really not understand how important that day was to her? Or to any girl for that matter?

Apparently not, because his response was to snort.

"So? Why does that matter?"

"What the fuck do you man? Why on Earth would our two year anniversary not matter?" Her legs might still not be working correctly, but she could still use her hands to beat the shit out of him. And she was more than willing to do that.

"Who care if we've been together for two years? I plan on spending the rest of my life with you. That's gonna be at least several decades. I don't think that two years really means much in comparison." He explained to her.

A different type of red hue took over her features. Her eyes widened, losing their glare. Even her mouth opened a bit in surprise. She hadn't expected him to be so blatant about his desire to marry her. It caught her off guard. Menma, of course, took notice of her shock.

"What? Did you really not expect me to marry you one day? You should already know by this point you're my woman, and I'm your man. Nothing's ever gonna change that." He told her earnestly.

Hinata searched his face for any signs of deceit. Any sign that would tell her that he was lying to her. She searched for a hint that this was all a simple joke to him. Or that he was only saying this stuff because he was just trying to placate her. But, all she found was honesty, care, concern, and...

Warmth flooded her heart.

"Then...then...how come when I told you that I loved you, you didn't say it back?" She asked. Though, at least not, most of her anger had left her.

"Why did I need to say it? You should already know that I love you. I thought that I already made that perfectly clear through my actions. Did you really not know?" He seemed very confused. As if his love for her should've been the most obvious thing in the world to her.

And maybe...Maybe it should have been.

Menma was a person who spoke more through his actions than his words. It would make sense that instead of confessing his love through words, he would let his actions do most of the speaking. And if she focused on the way he acted towards her, and around her, then she could easily see it.

"Well, yeah, I do...but..." Hinata didn't know how to respond. She had overreacted. It was quite clear that she had overreacted. But she wasn't really one to apologize for her mistakes. Much like her boyfriend, using words wasn't really her forte.

He laughed at her. Outright laughed at her.

"Aw, Hinata, did you really act so fucking crazy because you didn't think I loved you? Aw, babe, I didn't know you cared so much about how I felt for you!" He laughed some more.

Embarrassment flooded her system. She screwed her face into a tight pout. She wanted to hit him, but she knew that she couldn't do that. She was in the wrong, and that was something she just needed to accept. She wasn't gonna punish him for her mistake.

Well, she wasn't going to knowingly punish him for her mistake.

"Whatever." She rolled on top of him, and began to shimmy her way down his body. The entire time, she avoided any eye contact with him.

"Woah, what are you doing?" He asked in surprise. All traces of laughter left his voice.

"Shut up, will you?" She mumbled as she continued to trail down his body. She paused when she reached his groin area. She grasp his member, and began stroking it up and down.

"Hey, I'm still sensitiv-" He was interrupted by his own moan, as she placed the head in her mouth, and began suckiling.

Hinata might not have the ability to tell him how sorry she was, but she was more than happy to show him. She figured that she could spend the next hour or so apologizing, and then the two of them could spend the next couple of days expressing their love for each other.

And hopefully, the two of them would be able to happily celebrate their 100th anniversary together.

A/N: Alright there folks! That is the end of this story! I hope you enjoyed it, and I am sorry for how long it took for this chapter to come out...But please, leave a review, telling me what you think, and I hope you have a wonderful day!