Five years. Five years of marriage. Five years of happiness. Five springs of rejuvenating light, five summers of passionate heat, five autumns of serenity, five winters of peace and homely comfort. Five years a husband, five years a father of two, Hokage Naruto Uzumaki has lived happily with his wife and friend, Hinata of clan Hyūga, and their twin daughters, Himawari and Shina. However busy may he be from his duties, still, ever the caring one, he found a way to tend to his loved ones, and so on this day, he allowed himself a bit of mischief and let a Shadow Clone fill in for him at the office, for indeed it was a special day. It was his wedding anniversary.
A crescent moon looms over Konohagakure, casting its pale light over the still township. The streets have emptied not long ago. Business is over for the day, and silence takes it rightful place as ruler once more. Many lie in bed already, many still are only just dining. In one prominent abode, after the children were tucked in, one room remains yet lit by a white bulb. Through thin walls, two distinct voices could be heard: a man and a woman.
"Naruto-kun, you forgot the light!" Hinata let out under her breath, shy and wary of her body.
"You need me to turn them off again?" Naruto asked in return, each of his words weighed down by disappointment.
His query was met by a simple nod. After hastily flipping the switch, he turned back to face his obscured wife whose contour was barely cut out from the dark by the soft blue moonlight. Even after five years, not once was he given the sight of her pale skin laid bare. Tonight again, only his hands will know his spouse's womanly curves. Tonight again, they lay blindly and tatter about to find one another. Tonight again, classic love, traditional love, platonic love.
Meanwhile, atop the roof of a neighbouring dormant house, concealed behind the slanted panes, the eyes of a spy stalked the main bedroom's chamber with envy. Using a jutsu, she could peer into the dark, see the unseen, the full nudity of the Hokage's body leaning over his wife lying on the back.
"Onee-sama married such a man, and yet she won't use him to his full potential. How selfish."
The lurker loosened her obi enough as to slide her small hand down her hakama. Grabbing her crotch, one thing was made very much clear: she was already drenched. Her fluids ran down her thighs and soaked her leg wear, making it heavier than it should be. Her heart raced at full steam. Her chest felt hotter and hotter. She rubbed her fingers under the hood of her clitoris, up and down, left and right, round and round. The warm, tingling sensation in her loin only made her yearn for more. Stronger, harder, faster, deeper, nothing helped. She needed the embrace of a man, that man, her man.