I saw a picture on Deviantart, a collab of Minato and Kushina made by Irenukia and GiselleRocks. Apparently I can't copy and paste the link of the picture, if you want to look up the picture, please visit the account of Irenukia on Deviantart, the picture is named 'Minakushi' (the one where they're sitting in front of each other in the forest). I'm being a pain, I know. Nope, they don't know (yet) that I wrote this. I really loved this pic of Minato and Kushina. When reading the text, keep that picture in mind. I know I had.

I wrote this as the moment when Minato had rescued Kushina and complimented her red hair (let's forget that they were standing on top of a tree). Man, I love these two characters.

! I've had to make some changes and repost this story. I find it a shame to lose the reviews from 'skatingandcruzing' and 'LittleMissSpunky', sorry and thank you for the reviews!

**SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO ONLY WATCH THE ANIME**


Alone together. Only being surrounded
by languorous colours, shielding us
from anyone and everything. Not a soul
is seeking for us. Not as if there is a reason
for the silly two of us
to be on anyone's mind.
Not as though it matters,
at least, not for me.
All that is on my mind,
is sitting right in front of me,
your presence.

No one can catch us. Nonetheless,
I'm nervous. You make me nervous.
I feel anxious.

Your touch
makes me precarious, even though
you're scarcely stroking your fingers
across my skin. My skin, which has learned
to endure all the five unmerciful elements,
succumbs under the flimsy touch
of your fingertips. Just like that.
They're teasingly exploring
every part of my impassioned thighs,
which are merely covered by the thin fabric
of the orange dress I'm wearing.
Their light, ticklish touch
send pulses through my thighs and hips
which then get caught
and trapped in my stomach,
where they seem to be determined
to find a way out.

I have no choice but to obey
the feathery touch of his fingers.
And I know,
even though he hardly makes any contact
with his fingers on my nearly flaming skin,
he can perceive the impact
a simple touch of his has on me.
I'm like a marionette
and he can command me
to his will.

I feel so small in comparison
to his strong, intimidating chest.
It makes me even more aware,
that his strength is far greater than mine.
I feel vulnerable. If you'd want
you could do anything
to me as you please.
Resistance would just be in vain.
For the first time in my young life
I feel fragile. Do you too realize that,
right now, you hold the upper-hand?

I can feel his hot breath
coax down my neck
as he's looking up to my face.
His handsome, good-looking, make-your-legs-feeble,
flawless face, is so close to mine.
I'm almost too embarrassed,
but have no choice as to look back down
into his luminous blue eyes
His eyes piercing through mine,
make my heart skip a beat.

If you were to know
the impact one simple glance
of those lucid eyes of yours
have on my heart,
I would have no choice
but to surrender.
Oh wait, I can feel
my cheeks turning crimson.
Now you do know.

What a dreadful combination
of emotions are running
through my body and mind.
I'm ashamed,
embarrassed,
weak,
vulnerable,
fragile
and worst of all;
I feel as if I've lost
total control over my body.

Mostly, I'm scared
that you don't think
as much of this as I do.
No matter how strong
a woman I am,
it would be hard and painful
to endure the feeling
of being used.
That's what I'm most afraid of.

How do I know for certain?

'You have a sharp mind' he broke the silence
'Using your red hair to leave a trail for someone to find you.'

'Y-you noticed?' Amazing, you even deprived me of my ability to talk.

'I noticed right away, because it's so pretty'. He smiled.

I didn't need a mirror to know my face was now matching my long fiery red hair.

'This is the first time... someone ever complimented the colour of my hair.'

He laughed a little. 'That's because everyone can clearly see,
that you're a strong woman who won't let any foolish guy mess around with her.'

He thinks I'm strong?

'You don't seem to be that intimidated.'

He was silent for a few seconds, taking some time for his answer.
'I'm not as intimidated by you, as I'm mesmerized by you.'

Easy little heart, he can almost hear you running wild in my chest.

'While looking for you, I regretted that I never told you,
that I admire you.' He had a warm smile on his face.

I've heard enough.
I don't need more words.
In his eyes I could read
his relief of seeing my face.
His fingertips ran
over my skin as whispers,
telling me he admired me,
as a woman. Assuring me
his hands are safe.
I was still a bit nervous,
but I dared to let myself go.
My saviour, I dared to trust.

I ran my petite hands
over his strong chest,
up to his masculine neck.
I wasn't embarrassed anymore
to look into his calming eyes.
Our faces were so close again, yet
I was longing
for his face to be closer.

I could only whisper .
'Have I said 'thank you', for saving me?'

He wasn't expecting me to say anything, so it took him a second to reply.
'Well, eh, you don't need to thank me for this, I mean..'

It was my turn to smile.
'Good, because I wasn't going to.'

I brought my face closer to his,
I could swear
I saw a smile on his lips,
and before I got the chance
to show my gratitude..
He kissed me,
tenderly caressing
my lips with his soft lips.

I never thought,
that such a strong man
could touch me
this gently. Softly
I kissed him back.
My eyes were closed,
I heard him breathe in
strongly. I could feel him
enjoying every moment.
He had put his arms
around my back,
his big warm hands were passionately
running up and down.

I wanted his mind to spin
just as mine had, my hands
were still in his neck, I pulled him
a bit closer to deepen the kiss.
I claimed his upper lip
and nibbled on it, gently.
I could feel him melt
in my hands, and decided
to tease him a little.
I pulled back, just a bit
so he would come after me.
Thus barely I let him
touch my lips, I wanted him
to long for me.

Still I didn't want to
pester him too much,
I gave him a couple
of kisses on his cheek
running a trail to his ear,
and tenderly bit it.
He shivered.

In return, he rose up
from the sitting position he was in
to lean on his knees,
he pulled me
against his warm body.
While embracing me,
he ran passionate kisses
up and down my neck,
my head was leaned back.
He pressed my hips to his
and was kissing his way
up to my mouth.

I hugged him more closely
and pressed my breasts
to his chest . This triggered
an even more passionate kiss
on my lips, again I could hear him
breathing in heavily. Or was it me?

I breathed in his scent.
His scent of leafs, earth and yes,
a mild fragrance of masculine sweat.
He kissed me once more deeply,
I opened my eyes and looked into his.
I stroked his hair and
we returned to each other
soft kisses on the lips.

He sighed, still holding me in his arms.
'So this is why you're called the Bloody Red Habanero.' He laughed.

'You haven't seen anything yet' I laughed.

Then he kissed me again.