A Piece of Heaven
Sometimes Temari looks down her own body, and stands surprised by what meets her. What she sees is not beautiful at all. It is strange, and hard, and not at all a womans body, despite the generous curves. The body of a warrior. The mind of a kunoichi. And she is not beautiful, she is not
And nothing of that matters, nothing at all, because
Because even though she hides behind that hard shell, makes herself unreachable, as soon as Hinata smiles, all she has to do is to smile, she manages to find that crack in the shell, and crawl underneath it, caress the parts of her that no one else has touched.
Because even though the skin on her nose is burnt by Sunas sun, Hinata still tweaks it gently before she leans in to kiss it.
Because even though her hands are those of a full-fledged warrior, calloused and dry, Hinata still squirms and pants and whimpers when she tries her best to make herself, all of her, soft and tender for her.