A/N: They don't belong to me. INCEST, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT--NOW'S A SUPER TIME TO LEAVE. Other than that--oneshot--review--and flameaway if you so desire.

There was little more than the sound of breath-- the thin sheets gently raising and falling with each delicate inhale and exhale. Her feathery lashes lay flush with her alabaster white skin--her hair tipped with the silver of starlight from the open window.

Angel Neji thought to himself.

He lay propped on his side, ebony tresses framing his face in soft strands and fluid locks. She lay flat on her back, might night blue mane fanned out over the pillow--like a fishing net to catch the light of the moon.

Lust, sin, dishonor…but in such beautiful wrapping.

He wondered silently if she really could be of this world. Such a beautiful creature could not be the same flesh and blood as he. He was sure that within her veins, the ocean flowed. Her eyes reflected the clouded magic of amethyst stones, and in her heavenly body--pearl had melted over her bones.

He never felt so guilty when they made love. Never when she became so soft and light in his arms, but only as he sat there--watching her--like a baby bird in a nest of sheets and blankets.

But always, as if the pain of her dear lover, her protector had seeped into her dreams; Hinata would reach one thin-fingered hand and press it to his chest.

"I'm cold." She'd sigh--half-asleep. Summer, Winter, Spring, or fall; her plea was always the same.

"come warm me."

"Yes Hinata-sama." he'd whisper against the hollow of her neck--the tendrils of sleep wrapping tightly around their twining forms.