AN: Again, thank you so, so much everyone for your reviews and encouragements.
Someone commented about the rating of this story, and I need to specify that this is definitely an M-rated fic, rated such for a valid reason. So, those who are under-aged and those who are offended by/dislike lemons have been duly warned.
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...and then…
Sakura sighed as she rubbed her aching temple. She had had a bad day. It had started badly, having woken up late and causing her to rush madly as she had a staff meeting scheduled first thing in the morning; then the water-heater had chosen that morning itself to be broken and she had to do with a sparse, icy wash.
But worse still, breakfast barely over, an argument had started between her and Naruto and she had snapped a bit too harshly at him. Over a stupid issue which she could not even remember now.
His sunny expression had closed, the usually warm eyes shuttered, but she had been too riled up at that time to notice. He had stared at her silently before calmly walking away, and minutes later, she had heard him closed the door as he left the house. He had left without even saying good bye.
She had felt horrible after that, and the whole day had proceeded to go from worse to worst. One of her medics had not turned in due to sickness and Sakura had had to see over his duties on top of her own, and one patient had been in a particularly difficult mood, throwing tantrums over everything and testing Sakura's already waning patience to the limit.
She wondered whether she should call it a day already. She looked wearily at the stack of paperwork she had already completed; some of which she would hand to her assistant to drop at the Hokage's office to be signed. At least the height of reports had decreased considerably in her In-tray; stuffs which she could as well complete on the next day, she thought, for once not feeling the need to be so assiduous about completing all her paperwork.
She had been overworking the past few days, partly because they were still under the load of work following the attack one month ago, and partly because she needed to occupy her mind to the hilt and burn herself out to be able to sleep at night.
She had been feeling so terribly on edge…so restless and unwound, and had been like this for days now; to be more specific, since the naming ceremony at Ino's place, five days ago.
The image of that flash of hunger and yearning she had glimpsed on Naruto's face at the ceremony had been haunting her incessantly for the past five days. Though sometimes she wondered whether she had imagined it under her own emotional confusion, seeing how normal and collected and his own usual self Naruto was, as opposed to her own inner turmoil which was turning her more and more into a mass of nerves.
This acute antsy state made her feel like she was in a perpetual, never ending PMSing phase; her temper had been only skin deep and the tiniest thing had been setting her off. It had got to the point where everyone was being quite wary of her dark moods and treading on tip-toes around her.
And then her lost of temper at Naruto this morning. It was already way past sundown and she was feeling stumped, still feeling bad about her snapping at him.
She stood up suddenly. She grabbed the reports which needed to be dropped at the Hokage's office, deciding she would hand it over in person herself.
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Leaning fully in his chair and tipping his head back, Naruto stared at the ceiling of his office. The day had been hectic, meetings stumbling over each other. He had just finished with one meeting and had another one queuing up. He would have another late night today, same as for the past days. It was almost one month since the attack on his men and they were stagnant concerning solving the case.
He sighed. He and Sakura had had their first 'marital' spat that morning. Well, not really spat, but it was the first time ever that he had not placated her temper and had left without smoothing an argument. Not that he had been angry, but more that he had deemed it better not to add to her already bad temper.
He had an idea of what was spurning her short fuse the past few days, going by how unwound he felt. This morning's argument was just a beginning. There was no ignoring it, this slow, inexorable pressure build-up that was threatening to explode soon and he only hoped that it would not shatter them away from each other.
He leaned forward and raked his fingers in his hair. He felt on the verge of a terrible storm and was terrified on the consequences; he was terrified of things turning irremediably sour between them, but he didn't know how to undo what was unravelling right now.
This was not something he had wanted; he had never wanted to come to this point of almost palpable tension, this awkward skittishness between them. This is what he had always feared, their easy friendship being threatened thus.
But the worst thing was that he could not broach the subject to her. Him initiating any discussion on this matter seemed such a fearful prospect, and it was not an option anyway, what with all the promises of maintaining limits that he had made to her before entering this arrangement. Confronting the issue with her would be like forcing her hand and he had given her his word that he would respect boundaries, and he could not back off his words now.
He could only wait for now and see how things proceed, doing his utmost not to show his disturbed emotions to avoid adding to the awkwardness and hope they go through this unscathed. Once, he had been told by Jiraiya that sometimes, in dire situation, things get uglier before getting better, and he desperately clung to that hope.
What he really needed in the meantime was something to burn off the boiling energy that was eating him up before he went crazy. Like a good spar. He made a mental note to ask Kakashi for a training session the next day itself.
A knock at the door broke his musings. At his "Come in," his secretary poked his head around the door.
"They're here, Hokage-sama, already in the conference room."
Naruto nodded. "Yes, I'll be on my way."
Another long meeting with the council members awaited him. It was a good thing that earlier he had asked his secretary to have some ramen from Ichiraku brought in for him, seeing that this would surely last till late night.
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"I'm sorry, Sakura-sama, the Hokage has just started with a meeting with the council."
Sakura's face fell. Meetings with council tended to take hours. She sighed.
"It's okay," she told Naruto's secretary. "Please put these on his table for him to sign." She handed him the reports.
She walked out of the Hokage's tower feeling quite dejected, her arms huddling her against the cold. Spring was around the corner but the nights were still chilly, and her cheeks burned and her eyes stung from the icy late-winter wind. Having nothing else to do, she decided it was better she head for home. The roads were almost deserted, the weather pushing everyone inside the warmth of their homes.
A few food stalls were still open, and a dango shop she passed by lured her and she decided to have some. She bought a pair of sticks and set off her way. She had barely finished the sweet savouries when she was caught in a sudden heavy shower. She groaned as she ran for shelter under the tiny terrace of a closed shop, but the gusty wind still blew the rain under the meagre cover, drenching her in minutes, her clothes getting wet within seconds and her face stinging by the icy peltering rain. Yap, just her day today, she thought glumly.
She was about to fire chakra to her feet to make a dash for it when a desperate exclamation halted her. Peering through the curtain of rain, she saw a man desperately pushing a chariot; but the big two-wheeled wooden cart refused to budge. Sakura recognized the man; he was a fruit vendor and she used to buy fruits from him.
"What's wrong?" she shouted to be heard above the rain sound.
The man, who was soaked to the bone- same as she was rapidly getting herself - turned to her in hope. "Head medic-sama. It's stuck."
Sakura saw that indeed the wheels were deeply imbedded in the soil which had rapidly turned into a viscous mud. She decided it was better that she helped the poor man – she was already soaked anyway.
She tried yanking the whole thing off with her monstrous strength, but the jerk of the effort started shaking the mountain of fruits carefully arranged on top of each other. Not wanting the whole pyramid of fruits to topple down and get spoiled, she set down to carefully and painstakingly unstuck the wheels from the cement like thick mud first.
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When she finally arrived home later, she was sodden with rain and viscous mud. The hallway was lit – the housekeeper has let the light on as usual, but as she expected, Naruto was still not home seeing that his shoes were not at the entrance. Teeth chattering, she quickly dragged her drenched and mud-caked boots off her feet, in a rush to get in the warmth of the heated house.
She made a bee-line to the guest-bathroom of the ground floor– the way she was dripping mud on her trail it was better that she had a shower first foremost, before going anywhere further into the house.
Getting in the smaller bathroom, she quickly peeled off her muddy clothes and dumped them in the bathroom basket, and stepping in the shower stall, turned the heat high. Remembering that the water heater was broken in the morning, she was greatly relieved to find hot water gushing from the shower; the technician Naruto had called had done the job. It would have been the icing on the cake if she had to do with an icy shower.
A hot, invigorating shower later, she was squeaky clean again and her shivers had stopped. Grabbing the only towel hung in the rail, more a face towel than a bath one, she briskly dried herself before getting to her long hair, ensuring to get the maximum of moisture out. The towel was damp by the time she was done, but she had no choice but to use the same towel to wrap it around her frame, securing it safely by tucking the loose end in the fold at her bust to be decent enough.
A quite un-necessary precaution since she had the house to herself, she was thinking as she opened the bathroom door and quickly ran up the stairs, hurrying in the silent corridor which lead towards her room; but with her rotten luck of that day, who knew what could happen, and she did not want to be caught running naked around the house in the possibility of, let's say, they were under an attack.
She was rolling her eyes at her melodramatic thoughts when a door was suddenly jerked open - the one which she was hurrying by. Having been convinced that she was alone in the house, Sakura yelped in surprise and jumped back.
And stared at Naruto who had appeared at the threshold of the room – his bedroom. She froze.
"Naruto?" He was home already?
Aware of her state of undress, she cursed inwardly. Talk about Murphy 's Law. She had not sensed his chakra at all – but then, she had not been looking out for his chakra, being sure he would be in his meeting till very late.
"Sa_," Naruto started and his words stumbled as he got a proper look at her, "_ kura-chan…" His feet rooted to the floor.
Sakura felt pinned to place by the blue eyes, feeling suddenly strangely anxious and utterly breathless.
Naruto had concluded his meeting as fast as possible when his secretary had slipped the message that Sakura had come to the tower to meet him. Coming home, he had heard the shower of the ground-floor bathroom on, and now he could see why.
His mouth went dry as he looked at her. Clad only in a towel.
Not a very big towel at that. Not the usual big sized bath one. Big enough to cover her accurately where needed, but skimpy to the extent that it barely reached up to her mid thigh, so that in addition to her creamy shoulders and a lot of décolleté area, it exposed most of her legs. Those wonderful, creamy, sexy legs of hers.
And the way she nervously shifted from one leg to the other only caused his attention to be riveted on them and Naruto could almost feel a nosebleed on the way.
Sakura's hand automatically rose to clutch the front of the towel where the knot was still securely tucked in, but it only drew fascinated, blue cerulean eyes to the spot. The tantalising knot- the key to the most wonderful treasure, Naruto was thinking dazedly. A simple tug and…
Naruto felt his ears burning and something standing straight in his pants, and he gulped.
Danger! His mind screamed. His mental and sensory system was not geared to take this right now. He needed to move out of there, but his body did not react to his brain's command. He just stood there, mute. Her punch would come any seconds now, his mind argued, but who cared about a punch, another part argued.
"You finished earlier," Sakura blurted out stupidly, stating the obvious.
The survey of those blue eyes had turned her knees into a shaking jelly and her mind was having difficulty in processing intelligent thoughts. His face contained that same yearning and hungry look she had glimpsed on him at Ino's. It had not been her imagination, then.
At her words, he dragged his eyes to her face and stilled when he saw that she looked as whacked as he felt. Naruto could hear their breathing in the silence. They were treading on dangerous grounds, the thought flitted in his mind again.
"I finished earlier," he parroted as reply, his voice coming out raspy and he cleared his throat.
Her cheeks were pink, he saw, and he suddenly felt an unbearable urge to brush them with his lips. Hell, he wanted to do more than that.
But he remembered his promise, once again. "Trust me, I'll never cross any boundary…" It trotted in his mind louder and louder and it kept him rooted where he stood, willing a desperate effort to refrain from diving into her.
Since he himself seemed incapable to move away, Move, his mind willed her almost desperately. Go, before I do something I'll regret.
Oblivious to his tormented thoughts, Sakura was having her own conflicted and tumultuous feelings to deal with. She knew she needed to move and continue her way to her room, which was at the end of the corridor and only a few steps away, but her limbs felt statued and she still stood there, eyes wide, staring up at him.
He cleared his tight throat again. "You'll catch a cold…," he managed to croak, breaking the stretching silence.
His voice finally seemed to spur her to action, and she moved, taking an unsteady step. His mushy mind managed to register that the step taken was not in a direction away from his line, but straight into him. The air around them shifted and the already charged atmosphere spiked.
To Sakura, it felt as if her body had a plan of their own, drawn by some irresistible force to him. Another step and she stood only a breath distance from him, and he stared at her, forgetting how to breathe. Under his dazed eyes, she slowly rose on her toes and brushed her lips softly against the side of his mouth.
Naruto froze.
Sakura was not sure what she was doing; she had only acted on an urge greater than her will, but now that she had started, she was unable to stop. Her lips tentatively shifted to settle fully over his mouth, as if they had found the one place they were meant to be, and the next thing Sakura knew she was kissing Naruto and it didn't feel particularly daring or strange or awkward at all. It felt utterly and completely right.
After the first stunned moment, Naruto released a shuddering breath and she felt his arm encircle her waist and draw her closer and he was kissing her back, eager lips warm and soft, gently probing and exploring hers. Hands clutching his shirt, Sakura shivered, a wonderful warmth invaded her being and she felt giddy and heavenly, her heart singing in her chest and her stomach flipping over and she melted into him.
Time lost it's meaning and Sakura knew not how long later, it could have been some mere seconds or hours, with a superhuman effort she managed to withdraw her lips for a fraction of a second to catch her flailing breath before succumbing to the overwhelming desire for another kiss, and dove right back into him.
The warmth rapidly became heat and the softness a demanding pressure Sakura found difficult to resist and her mouth opened beneath his, allowing him to invade the soft sweetness of her mouth and she moaned. Sinking further against him, she ran her hands over his shoulders and buried her fingers in his hair while her back hit with a solid surface. She was not even aware that he had backed her against the wall and the surface felt cool on her heated back.
The next time she had to take another pause for breath, it was Naruto who followed her mouth with his and refused to let her break contact, his mouth hungrier, greedier. He felt heady with her sweet and intoxicating taste, not getting enough of her.
The tempo of the kiss was quickly mounting to a feverish pitch; it was as if their kisses had taken on a will of their own, as the initial sweet yearning and rightness gathered and hardened into something more dangerous, ravenous, something almost scary that clutched at the base of Sakura's spine and made her lost all sense of reality except Naruto; his arms, his lips, his hands, his scent, his taste…all of him.
Even through the layers of clothing she felt the heat of his body, and her own responded to it with an overwhelming wave of hunger that made her strain closer to him, that made her seek more and he responded by roving his hands over her sides, shaping the curved of her hips and drawing her more intimately against him.
She arched her lower back into him and he slipped both of his hands down to cup the supple curve of her backside over the thick towelling material - the only barrier between his hands and her skin - bringing her flush to his obvious, hot arousal.
Sakura, Naruto thought, still feeling that this could be a dream.
Unconsciously, instinctively, she grinded herself against him and they both gasped, his fingers tightening on her.
This was real…A flare of basic, raw hunger jagged through him, threatening to engulf him completely and he fought to get a grip on himself. He needed to retain some of his sanity and control. He released her mouth, his breath coming out choppy.
"Sakura…" he breathed against her lips, trying to calm the mad drumming of his heart.
Her own rapid breath was hot against his neck as she buried her face into him, her lips brushing against his skin. He groaned softly.
"Sakura…" He could not seem to go beyond saying her name.
She raised her head and emerald green opened into darkened cerulean blue. He felt himself drowning in those green orbs and forgot what he needed to say - words seemed so superfluous right now - and rained tiny kisses over her face and cheeks, needing to keep his lips into contact with her. He had yearned for her for so long and now that he could…
He trailed his lips along the soft silk of her cheeks down to her jaw, to the side of the neck to suckle away a small rivulet of water that a still wet, pink strand had been leaking and she shivered in his arms.
"Naruto," she whispered huskily, the sound feeling like hot sake to his senses.
Lost in the heated wave engulfing them and the sweet scent and taste of her skin, his gaze almost absently slid down –
_ To have his heart stopping for one instance.
One side of the towel had slipped off and a tantalising, perky white breast with ruby red nipple was peeking at him.
His mind went blank.
Whatever shred of control he thought he had grasped went out of the door. He felt like tearing his pants away as the bulging heat between his legs got to an almost painful point. He could only react to his instinct; he curved his back and bent his head down and caught the budding, hard nipple in his hungry mouth.
Sakura jolted, a surprised cry escaping her at the unexpected steamy and hungry contact, hot pleasure shooting through her.
"Naruto…"
She could only whimper his name, her body arching forward as if on their own accord, pushing herself deeper into his mouth, her hands tangled in the blond spikes, unconsciously drawing his head closer and he groaned in satisfaction as his mouth was filled with the delicious softness and he latched on it avidly.
The tuck holding the towel in place loosened further, the soft fluffy material precariously staying up on her by the sheer contact of their bodies and his arms circling her waist; but she was past caring about that as he ravished and laved her softness until all coherent thoughts was wiped out from her and the pleasure escalated to an almost unbearable point.
Her knees sagged under the exquisite sensations and she was glad for the support of the wall behind her as she felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the sea of sensual pleasure, all rational thoughts gone, years worth of denial shattered, barriers crumbled.
Feeling he was nearing a dangerous no-return point, Naruto stopped and urgently drew back, moving his hands to grip each of her arms and putting some distance between them, needing to collect his wits and intending to ask her where she wanted this to go_ and the damp towel finally slithered down, pooling at their feet.
Darkened blue devoured her.
Fiery colour flooded her cheeks and she had difficulty to maintain his gaze when he looked back into her eyes. He felt blood rushing to his own face and he forgot what he had intended to ask her. Only when she moved forward and buried her face in his neck that he felt able to utter words again.
"Sakura…stop me now if you want to," he rasped, his voice rough with arousal and careful to maintain his hands on her arms, "because Kami help me, any further and I won't be able to stop."
Slowly, she raised her face to his. "Don't stop," she whispered before kissing him hungrily.
It was all he needed. With a growl and not breaking the kiss, he slid an arm behind her knees and he swung her up and walked through the already opened door of his room, kicking it close behind him.
He released her mouth momentarily as he deposited her on his bed and shifted his length over her, and was back at her mouth. Sakura wanted, needed to touch him. Her body was infused with a heat which she feared would consume her in fires soon.
Pulling her mouth off, she fumbled with the zipper of his jacket, clumsy in her haste to get it off, finally impatiently slipping the garment over his shoulders. He raised his torso from her to ease her fumbling efforts and removed the shirt under before joining her to take her mouth for another deep kiss and her nostrils savoured the unique, warm scent of him that was liberated.
She loved the feel of him, loved the smooth skin that rippled over hard muscles as she ran her hands over his shoulders and spine, moving lower back before moving up again. She slid her hands between them, revelling over his hard, rippled chest and lightly grazed a hard nipple with her nail and he trembled, a groan escaping him.
He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot breath fanned in hot puffs against her skin.
"Sakura…" he groaned into her neck, breathing deeply, inhaling the sweetness of her skin.
She felt the warm slickness of a tongue against her skin and sighed, delicious feelings racking her body as his teeth rasped gently against her, grazing the soft skin of her throat, his mouth pausing at a madly fluttering pulse and suckling at the spot to the point that Sakura felt the pressure pounding everywhere else. All the while he ran his warm hands across her satin smooth skin, shaping her waist and hips, coming up to knead the softness of her breasts, running the rough pad of his thumb over the already sensitive, hard nipple before teasing it between his fingers, causing her breath to hitch.
He trailed his mouth from her neck, further down to take the second nipple which he had yet to pay attention to in his hungry mouth, latching on it until she was arching her back desperately in a frenzy of pleasure and yearning for more.
His hand lowered, her taut belly spasming in reaction as he fingered her belly button, moving lower until they homed in on the curls between her thighs, then probed deeper to find the hidden bud that pulsed alive at his touch.
Sakura gasped at the sudden ecstasy it aroused in her and instinctively grasped her legs tightly together. For an instant his hand was still and he brought his mouth up to hers in a persuasive kiss, then as her muscles relaxed, his fingers moved again, gently probing and rubbing, sending such pleasure coursing through her that she abandoned herself to the sensual waves washing over her.
Unconsciously, her tongue rubbed against his in a movement that mimicked the movement of his fingers and aware of it, he increased his intensity until she was whimpering, her hips frantically moving against him, clutching his shoulders until she felt incapable of taking more….She tore away from his lips and tugged impatiently at his pants.
He needed not be persuaded twice and he sat back on his hunches to remove his last pieces of clothing – his pants and boxers, while she watched, awed, as he was finally fully revealed, all golden and gorgeous. She reddened when she caught his blue gaze on her. She was impatient to be back in the warmth of his embrace, but he did not join her, instead stayed where he was, kneeling at her feet.
He could not help being once again entranced by the sight offered to him, a breathtaking palette of flushed skin, emerald green eyes, long pink curls fanned out about her head on the white pillow and the expanse of creamy skin tapering down to her wonderful legs.
He caught hold of one dainty foot and lifted it to his mouth, planting kisses along her ankles, and when he closed his lips over her big toe she gasped loudly.
"What…" She could not finish her gasped question as the heated swirls of his tongue causing a ripple of shock to run up her limb. She decided to follow where he led, letting herself be submerged in the heated wave he was weaving about her.
Naruto could not help a teasing grin at her startled and pleasured expression and spent the next delicious minutes trailing his mouth and hands up her calf – feeling a heady euphoria as he ran his tongue up the fabulous legs that he had always admired. He noticed how her skin erupted with goose bumps as he swept his tongue in circles further upward, her choppy breaths reaching him.
He inhaled the delicious, heady scent of her arousal as he drew higher up, his body clenching madly at the knowledge that it was Sakura's.
His hot breath on her silky curls at the junction of her thighs jerked Sakura out of the haze she had been drowning in; she stiffened and jack-knifed in a sitting position when his intentions became clear, frantically pulling at his shoulders.
"No! Naruto…!" she choked – it was too much and too intimate and too…too kinky and…her trail of thoughts were lost when he didn't heed to her and she whimpered when she felt his hot, probing tongue on her moist inner lips.
Feeling faint with the heat that immediately flooded her being, she fell back on the bed, her hands clawing the pillow by her head, needing something to anchor herself to while unconsciously, instinctively, her legs parted further apart, inviting him into the most intimate recesses of her being.
She was limp and light-headed and still reeling under the rapturous assault of her senses when he finally kissed his way back up to her mouth, a light of sheen of sweat at her temples, her eyes clinging almost desperately to the cerulean blue; at the same time immensely shy at what had just occurred.
"Naruto…" she could only breathe against his mouth.
His arousal, hard and hot, nudged against her, the blue eyes containing a feverish glint, and Sakura brought her hand down between them to wrap her fingers around his heated length. He groaned as she slowly, tentatively moved her grip up and down him and he buckled his hips into her hand. Not being able to sustain longer, he pulled her hand away from him and settled between her thighs.
"Sakura?" he rasped huskily, pressing against her, asking for permission.
"Yes," she whispered her consent, desperate with the need to feel him within her. "Yes…"
When he entered her, the momentary pain was instantly swamped by the incredible, exhilarating feel of him inside her and they both groaned in unison. Feeling every snug, hot inch of her around him, her muscles clenching and shuddering around him, Naruto felt all rational thoughts fled. But soon instincts kicked in and gripping her hips to brace her, he pushed deeper. Her eyes tightly shut, mouth opened in short gasps, Sakura felt an indescribable, intense pleasure coursing through her.
Her legs parted wider to accommodate his slim, powerful hips and he drew out, to thrust back deep inside her, slowly repeating the process until his initial rather clumsy surges turned smoother, until he found a confident, firm rhythm, until he had melded with her beyond the physical.
Heartbeat and breathing picking up, his gaze locked onto the now wide opened green eyes, dilated with wonder and pleasure as harder and faster he thrusted, caught in a frenzy he could not contain, the momentum of their pleasure propelling him ahead, unstoppable.
His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, touching her, adoring her, urging her, his body revelling in the textures of her body beneath his, the soft skin of her thighs wrapped around his hips, the soft breast brushing against his chest at each push into her; her hard nipples inflaming his skin.
Totally lost in him, clutching at his shoulders, she whimpered his name over and over, twining her legs higher around his hips as his rhythm increased, his breathing getting harsher but his pace not faltering and kept on going with an intense ardor.
She could not seem to stop kissing him, tasting him, fusing her lips to his skin, grazing her teeth into his flesh and loving the flavours and textures of his shoulders, neck and mouth, the sound of his pleasured moans connected to something deep inside her, within her heart. All of him to all of her, driving her on and above.
Soon, they were teetering on the edge, the aching pressure within Sakura needing to be released and she almost sobbed out in desperation, and his pace increased his movements, turning jagged, jerky.
Then he drove powerfully in one last time, filling her, pressing the precise spot that sent her flying into a fit of delicious quivering, her muscles spasming violently around his length, her legs flailing helplessly around him, in turn causing him to stiffen before sending him over the edge too, both crying out aloud, rocked to the core.
His weight slowly slackened on top of her and they both continued to gasp. Not wanting to crush her with what felt like his now totally boneless body, he rolled off; not releasing his hold around her though and hauling her to his side, tucking her head against his shoulder. And yet, they both continued to shake, their breaths coming out on short bursts.
"You…okay?" he asked, breathless, his free hand weakly coming up to brush a bang of pink silk away from her deeply flushed face.
For a long moment, she could not reply. She didn't have the brain capacity to form words. She didn't have the muscle control to speak out a reply to his question. It took her a full minute to regain her ability to even start to breathe properly, which was something being the Kunoichi that she was.
At length, she managed to quietly nod, green orbs sinking into cerulean ones. Still too plain worn out, she nuzzled her nose into his shoulder and before she knew it, she had dozed off, exhausted.
Naruto gazed at her sleeping face, her lips red and puffed from his uncountable kisses, her cheeks still pink, her hair a wild disarray about her face and shoulders. He brushed his lips against her forehead.
Shifting slightly, he managed to pull some blankets over them. He would have loved a wash but did not want to budge away from the soft heaven draped over him. His heartbeat was still out of whack, still so much shaken by what they had shared, but slowly, he fell asleep too.
