She stood hunched over a pot of boiling water, making sure to gingerly add just the right amount of noodles with one hand whilst her other fumbled with a pair of tongs, attempting to flip a rebellious pork chop. In the midst of her delicate craft, she carried a soft, mellifluous tune, singing of sprawling prairies and beautiful landscapes and, most especially, warm, cozy nights with her husband of two years. Simply the thought of combing his luscious golden locks with her fingers gave her severe goosebumps. She turned on her heel, her apron gliding with her movement, and apologized in a gentle voice,
"I'm sorry, darling, the food should be ready shortly."
"No need to worry, babe," he replied at an equal level, resting his chin on his right palm as he gazed in her direction, his eyes lingering on her necklace, which he'd given to her the day before he'd proposed. Its chain was a fine, gilded steel, giving it a flashy appearance, yet maintaining appropriate durability. The main attraction, a kite-shaped twenty-four carat diamond, was constantly amazing onlookers and even she herself.
With a jolt, she returned to her work, smiling lightly as she again found herself singing, stirring the noodles carefully as she heard the sound of her husband's chair scooting backward from their granite counters, which also served as a dining table. Loud, deep footsteps on their polished hardwood floors rang pleasantly in her ears as she felt his muscular, toasty arms wrap around her thin waist, and his chin rest on the crook of her neck, allowing him to greet her with her least favorite act of endearment: licking her ears.
"Naru-kun!" she cried out his nickname in hysterics, tears of laughter pouring from her eyes as Naruto coated her ears in a thin layer of saliva. Pulling his head back, he chuckled heartily before again resting his head on her shoulder, peacefully allowing her to admire his very presence.
Soon enough, Naruto's meal was prepared and sat prettily on the table, heart-shaped slices of pork drifting lazily within the broth. She sat comfortably on her husband's lap and fed him a long, thick clump of noodles, laughing as he made slurping noises. "How is it?" she giggled, sneakily readjusting herself so that her bubble butt pressed tightly against his hips. Subsequent to licking his lips, he tightened his grip on her waist,
"It's perfect. The hoisin makes it really sweet," he noted, twiddling his thumbs.
Yet again, she opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced as the love of her life suddenly engulfed her mouth with his, allowing his seductive tongue to pierce her lips. She followed his actions, closing her Byakugan eyes and melting into him. Unfortunately, he pulled away after about thirty seconds, "But nothing tastes as good you do, Hinata-chan."
Hinata let out a light purr, her cheeks blushing at the compliment,
"Darling," she began in a composed tone, "we can fool around after you eat." Despite her words, Naruto smoothly rubbed his surprisingly soft palms on her thighs.
"Trust me, my dinner is right in front of me," he cooed, rising from the chair and carrying his wife bridal style.
"Oh, alright," Hinata sighed with a smile, barely able to contain her excitement. Naruto continued to carry her into their bedroom, and then shut the door lightly.
He sure loved ramen, but he loved his wife infinitely more.