Hinata walked briskly through the mall in search of one of her favorite stores. She could hear the labored breathing of her boyfriend as he tried to keep pace. She had no intentions of slowing down because he got her to the mall late with his....distractions. She had to hurry before the sale was over but the man behind her didn't seem to understand that.
"Hinata, why the hell are you walking so fast," the black-haired man panted.
"I already fucking told you Menma. I want to get there before the sale is over," she huffed.
"We gotta get there before the sale is over," he mocked
The blue-haired woman just rolled her eyes at his immaturity. She had no intentions of starting an argument with the man over something so small. Instead, she chose to walk faster as retaliation. A smirk graced her face when she heard him basically run to keep up with her. With their increased speed they made it to the store in a matter of minutes.
The warm air of Victoria's Secret greeted them as they walked through the open doors. They had a sale on panties, bras, and their athleisure wear. She was so excited to get some sexy stuff for both the bedroom and to wear outside. She was known for her confidence and revealing clothing after all. So they browsed the store finding different items. She picked up ten pairs of panties in various colors. Four bras with different patterns. And three sweatsuits in purple and black. She handed each of the items to her partner to put in the cart he was carrying. The small hand-held cart was almost full and heavy.
"This weighs a ton. Are you finished yet, woman?" He questioned.
"Shut up before I stuff these panties down your throat," she growled.
"That sounds hot," her lover teased.
It sounded hot to her too but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Ironically enough she was finished shopping so they made their way to the dressing room. She knew she couldn't try on the panties but she wanted to try on the bras and sweatsuits before they checked out. The couple made their way to the back and entered the dressing rooms together. She allowed him in so she could get a second opinion. He was the one who was going to be seeing her in the stuff after all. The vixen had no reservations about her man seeing her body. She had always been confident in her shape and features. Menma loved everything she had to offer as well. She tried on the items and picked out the ones she liked the best.
"What do you think of this last one babe," she inquired
"It looks delicious on you. Makes me want to stick my face in your juicy tits," Menma purred.
"Mmm," she moaned at the thought.
"Don't make those sounds Hinata," he whispered," Hurry up before I fuck you where you stand,"
She didn't have to be told twice. Her hands moved quickly as she practically ripped off everything she was trying. They stuffed all the things that she wanted in the cart and made their way to the checkout lane. There wasn't a line so they were able to get checked out quickly and leave with all her items. They both walked quickly to the mall exit closest to their parked car, keeping pace with each other this time. When they made it to the door they began to make their way to their car. Menma's phone rang suddenly with a call from his boss and he stopped to take it. She continued to walk, keeping her eye on the prize. Her current objective was to get home and fuck her man silly and she was thinking of nothing else, not even the truck that was coming towards her. What happened next would haunt her for days to come.
She froze in front of the bright headlights. The truck couldn't immediately come to a stop no matter how hard they braked. It felt like she was out of her body. She heard a scream and the thundering footsteps of someone coming towards her. She felt a body slam into her move her out of the way. She felt her fall cushioned against a hard body. When she finally realized that everything she had just experienced was real she began to shake with rage.
"You idiot! Why would you do that!? You could have died!" she screamed
"Oh, are we ignoring the fact that I just saved your life?!, he screamed back, "Woah are you... what's... you're crying."
"You almost died for me, you moron. Don't ever do that again," the pale woman sobbed
"Hey, I wasn't... I didn't think..." he stammered still shocked that she was more concerned about him than her own wellbeing.
"What, didn't think I'd care? Of course, I care Menma," she cried
"No, what I mean is that I didn't think about myself. I just knew I had to protect you," the blue-eyed man explained as he wiped the dirt off of her face.
"Oh, you're bleeding," she whimpered as her mouth quivered.
"So are you," he laughed.
"I got so scared when I saw the truck coming. Then when you started moving towards me I became terrified. I don't want to lose you," she whispered sincerely.
"I don't want to lose you either. I couldn't imagine my life without your bickering, your jokes, your time, our banter, and your company. I love you Hinata," he said as he began to cry with her.
"I love you too," she replied as she pulled him in for a kiss.
The two sat on the side of the street calming down from their ordeal. She was practically gripping onto him, afraid to let him go. She was never this lovey-dovey. Who knew near-death experiences pulled people together. The comforting, almost romantic, air was broken with a comment from her boyfriend.
"Jesus Hinata, we got to get you some lessons on how to cross a street," he remarked.
"Shut up," she laughed.
Others might think that their relationship was doomed. They bickered and made snarky comments often. They rarely showed physical affection in public and could usually be seen arguing. They both knew that that was how they communicated. That was how they joked and loved each other. Not everyone was cut out for it but it worked for them. As she stared at the man she loved, she knew that there was no one else for her. She wouldn't have it any other way.
