Sorry if this sucks...wrote it rather late at night for the HinaSaku LJ community. I don't own Naruto or the characters containted within.

Enjoy.

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Sakura knows every crevice of Hinata's body.

She can trace the endless patterns and lines on her lover's palm; she often does, lying in bed at night and just listening to Hinata inhale and exhale; admiring the way she can sound so elegant, even while simply breathing.

She knows the scar on Hinata's stomach possibly better than Hinata herself; and Sakura finds it amusing to no end to simply prop herself up on her elbows under the sheets, trace the scar softly over and over again, and dream up new things that it bears resemblance to. (Hinata finds it amusing too. She keeps this secret; however, she thinks that whenever Sakura lets out a little giggle when she comes up with some crazy new idea, it is quite possibly the cutest thing she has ever heard.)

Sakura knows Hinata's light pink lips by heart, and the only thing she loves more than covering them with her own is having them cover her with kisses.

Sakura knows Hinata's fingers very well. She – dare she use the word? – loves the way Hinata laces them in her own; loves the way they play with Sakura's hair and trace over her facial features when Hinata thinks she is asleep; loves the way they dig into her bare back as she kisses every part of Hinata's body.

Sakura knows Hinata's cheeks turn pink when she does three things: embarrasses herself, embarrasses someone else, or kisses Sakura. She loves to cup those cheeks in her hands and pull Hinata in for a long, soft kiss.

She knows that Hinata hates her legs; they are too short, Hinata thinks. (Sakura, however, thinks otherwise. She thinks they are perfect: baby-soft, snow white, and hers.) This is why Sakura loves it that whenever she is coming home from a long mission, Hinata runs the three miles from their apartment to the gates to throw herself into Sakura's arms.

Sakura could go on for hours about Hinata's body: her perfect breasts, her innie belly button, the way her nose crinkles upward when she smiles…

As she muses over this in bed, her head resting on Hinata's shoulder, next to her breast, and her hand idly running itself through Hinata's soft hair, she unexpectedly comes to a most unprecedented conclusion.

She raises her mouth to Hinata's cheek and whispers softly, warmly, her lips brushing against the soft skin, "I love you."

She doesn't expect a fluttering of dark eyelashes and two eyes opening to look up at her. Sakura hastily pulls away, red coloring her cheeks.

Hinata responds by pulling her back down and kissing her, hard, and Sakura realizes it is the first time that Hinata has kissed her like that, and she realizes that it is all the answer she needs.

She kisses back harder.

- and it just feels good when you're waking up
and it just feels good when you're next to me
and it just feels good when you're coming home
and it just feels good when you're waking up -