Disclaimer: Naurto isn't mine. It belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

This one is a bit different than the other two so hope you like!

Playing Doctor

Hinata lay against the ivory colored sheets, her raven locks spiraling around her pillows like infinite webs forming a black sea. He'd barely been gone three days and the frustration was eating at her like the deadliest of parasites. Focusing was a delusion she now accepted instead of denied. Any free time in her mind was occupied with him but surprisingly it angered her! How dare he plague her! Of course feelings were evident and clear but this affection was more then she imagined she was capable of. She replayed his last words to her so often she could recite them in her sleep, she probably did.

He leaned over his lips brushing against her earlobe, "On your back, me deep inside with your legs wrapped around me. That's how I want you."

Then he was gone in a storm of leaves.

And those words sealed her fate. That is how he would have her once he returned. She took a deep breath in attempt to clear her mind. She needed him. She let out a groan when she exhaled then closed her lids allowing her memory and imagination to take over. She thought of his hands reaching her back and making invisible circles along the sensitive skin while she drank in the sensation of simple skin to skin contact. She loved his hands. His hands were rough and callused but across her skin they felt better than any silk or satin.

She thought of their hands clasped together. Her small hands fit perfectly into his. In some childish way it made her feel safe. From what she had yet to know, but she sometimes thought from herself. The feeling was also apparent when he guided her through a crowd or simply into a room by placing his hand on the small of her back. Such a common gesture was foreign to her, which added to the simple bliss. The innocent memories were soon overtaken by the more intimate of days. She sighed in satisfaction, curling her legs so the sheets were now in between her legs. She began reminiscing of his lips on her neck, how they'd trail up to her earlobe and suck on the lobe till she fell to pieces before him. His hands would veil her breast while his finger tips tugged at her nipples. It always caused her to respond with a moan she could never distinguish from one of mild pain or pleasure.
His lips near her ear whispering his needs, foreshadowing his actions. The dampness in her underwear was always evident. His long fingers tugging at the belt of her pants begging for entrance then slowly he'd ease one finger into her burning core.

She let out a quite moan at the sweet memory. She then thought back to his last words and her imagination spun spirals of images that soon took form.

She saw vividly his muscled chest above her while his hands rested on both sides of her head. He kissed her nose then lowered himself till his chest was pressed against her erect nipples. Slowly he moved down dragging his chest across hers allowing the heat of his body to ignite her own. He eased down till his breath tickled her inner thigh. He lazily trailed his fingers over the skin then kissed the exposed flesh. The kiss became a primal claim as she felt his teeth craze the skin then suck the flesh into mouth. He sucked at the skin till she gave a slight whimper of discomfort. She hadn't noticed the breath she held in till he moved back to gaze at his art work. Hinata glanced forward to see a red hicky on her inner thigh that would soon turn into an ugly purple, contrasting against her pale skin. He pulled himself forward till he laced his fingers through her hair.

"This is how I want you."

Without warning he thrust deep inside, catching her lips in between his teeth when she gasped. She soon moaned against his lips as her insides adjusted to him, but the sound only encouraged him to thrust harder. He was so deep she could feel him pushing against her walls till she moaned deep into his mouth and orgasmed. Her body broke out into spasms at the shock of her orgasm, but before he let her recover from her complete defeat he continued his deliberate torture. He rocked her body forward with each thrust. She eased her legs around his waist which only induced another bliss filled cry as he slide further inside her. Her vision blurred as she felt herself reach the edge again. She clawed at his shoulder blades willing herself to wait, to not surrender. But soon she felt the juices from her orgasm wet her inner thigh till they licked at her now purple hicky. With each moan that escaped her lips he bit her lower lip till it reached a cherry color she only thought her lips could have with lipstick. She could now only whisper his name against his lips as she unraveled beneath him. He clenched at her long strands of raven hair before giving her one final deep thrust causing her head to nudge the headboard. She arched her back at the force but only sighed in content once she felt his very essence fill her.

"Started without me?

Hinata shot up from the bed eyes wide. The mischievous smile of her silvered haired ninja staring back at her. The pink tint on her cheeks was clear as day now. He leaned against the window frame in his anbu gear with his mask danging along his fingers. With one quick stride he was next to her, hands fisted in her hair and she was pressed back onto the bed.

A/N: I know this one is a lot shorter than the others sorrrrrrry. Review! Give me any suggestions and send me any stories of your own you'd like me to read and review :)