Another soft sound as his fingers rubbed against her scalp, almost a moan. She'd thought about cutting her hair, now and then, as something to differentiate herself from the other Hyuuga females of the clan, but she enjoyed the feeling of brushing her own hair more than anything else. That she could imitate the way her father had worn his only made it more unlikely that she'd ever let it get cut beyond a trim, and if Sasuke liked it? It couldn't be more perfect, her arms threading more closely around him to hold him against her.

She let her tongue brush ever-so-gently against his, exploring, naturally learning the contours of his mouth, the best way to kiss him and make him feel the same pleasure she was feeling. The trick of inhaling through her nose as she kissed him was something she picked up on quickly, extending the kiss, pressing harder into it as her own hand threaded back into his hair, tugging only lightly at those damp spikes of his.

She's the first to break the kiss again, pulling back in an attempt to catch her breath, eyes half-open and darkened with desire. That he'd accepted her -- all of her, including that cursed mark on her forehead -- meant that she'd accepted him, completely and fully, as her own.

"You like it?" She couldn't help but ask, though she could read in his every expression that he did, she wanted to hear the vocal confirmation, if only to hear if his voice was as breathless as her own.