Chiaroscuro

Daybreak

post-war. canon-divergence au. romance. fluff. 

The cheerful noise of hummingbirds and rustling autumn leaves filtered through the room stirring Hinata from her sleep. She adjusted her iridescent eyes against the sunlight registering the surprising sight of another person in bed with her.

Uchiha Sasuke. The Hokage. Her husband.

She never once imagined the former avenger to be a Hokage especially after he deflected the village to join Orochimaru. But the Fourth Shinobi War changed people and over the years Sasuke had proven to each and every one of them what he was capable of and the village was appreciative of his efforts in ushering Konoha into a new era.

Despite his stern nature, the citizens of the Leaf respected him. Being Hokage had taken up most of his time and Hinata had long resigned herself to the fact that she was competing with an entire village for her husband's time and attention.

She appreciated his efforts in trying to make it up to her. Sometimes, Sasuke would send her a box full of cinnamon rolls tucked with a sweet hand-written note or the occasional days when he would sneak her out of the academy so they could have lunch together in their favorite hole in the wall sushi restaurant. Still, Hinata often found herself going to bed alone at night and it filled her with melancholy. She woke up every morning searching for him, her arms etching across the empty place beside her.

It wasn't very often that she saw him before he left so Hinata was thankful she was up before him today. Smiling, she reached up to brush a lock of hair away from his face. Sasuke slept on his stomach, his muscled arms curved around the pillow beneath his head. His face was much softer, his calculating onyx eyes were closed, soft snores escaping slightly parted lips.

She quietly turned to her side and moved closer, softly pressing their noses together and nuzzling softly. She giggled when Sasuke stirred groggily, blinking twice and adjusting his eyes against the sunlight streaming from the parted curtains before focusing his eyes on her. Hinata managed a small squeak when he moved and she found herself flat on her back.

Bracing his weight on his elbows on either side of her shoulders, they stared at each other for a long, wordless moment before Sasuke broke the silence. "I miss you," Hinata stilled at the sound of a deep, silky murmur. "I miss every inch of you, the way you blush when I touch you, the way you taste when I kiss you... the feel of your hair against my fingers."

She reached out slowly, her fingers caressing his cheek. She smiled warmly when he nipped at her exploring fingertips.

"They say you are lucky to be married to the Hokage," Sasuke started before leaning closer to her, his breath brushing across her skin in hot drifts that made Hinata quiver. "But in truth, I am one lucky bastard to have a woman like you in my life."

His lips took hers in a soft, smoldering kiss applying explicit pressure against her body until she was completely molded against him. "I may not say this often, Hinata" Sasuke whispered before staring at her flushed face, his eyes remaining gentle. "But thank you for supporting my dream, even if it means sacrificing time from our marriage."

"Sasuke-," he stopped her with a passionate kiss and in the blazing minutes that followed, no further words were possible. Hinata felt herself slide into a bewilderment of pleasure, dilating her senses until every sound, touch, and taste became painfully magnified.

Sasuke eased the hem of her nightgown away, teasing her exquisitely exposed skin. "Y-You'll be late for work if we don't stop," she stammered breathlessly, torn between lust and guilt.

"I'm taking seven days off starting today," Sasuke smirked at his wife's surprised expression before gently catching her bottom lip. "And I already asked Ino to cover for you at the academy."

Hinata smiled brightly at him before brushing her lips against his. "So the Hokage's all mine for a week?" Hinata asked teasingly, her opal eyes hopeful and glowing with excitement.

Sasuke smiled smugly before whispering huskily against her ear, "At your service."