A is for Addicted
She had made the mistake of getting addicted. And now she would do anything to get her hands on a little bit of Naruto.
It was supposed to be an experiment, just to try it out.
Because you can't get hooked after only one time.
But she had tried it out drunk and tried it out pretending to be drunk and then, finally, tried completely sober. And now she couldn't quit.
It was in the muscles in his forearms that pressed into hers.
The hundred different kisses that he could give her.
His eyes, when he was half Naruto, half Kyuubi, and he really, really wanted it.
She would pout, beg, promise, whatever, just to get him behind the ramen stand or in her office or on the practice field once their teammates had gone home.
And she was willing to put aside all her female pride, all that she had worked for in his absence, all the respect that she had earned in the community, just for a little piece, whenever they could.