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Work would be nothing but annoying this day, it seemed to him. He walked calmly by his house -- a lovely two-story residence gifted to him and his wife by Yamato when they got married-- wondering if he'd ever call that place home again. He paused right before it, hearing the voices of his family inside, probably having breakfast together without him. It stung, he never thought he'd be watching his family from the outside. He wanted to be there with them, to talk to his kids, to play with them, help them improve their techniques. He wanted to continue being their father normally, but Hinata wouldn't allow it just yet. He couldn't blame her, or judge her decision, he only hoped she would change her mind as time passed.

Dragging all these negative feelings to work with him, he arrived at his office feeling down, unknowing just how high he'd feel in just a few seconds. He was first in the office this morning, or so he thought. He quickly spotted a figure about to jump out of the window. Even before his brain could register who it was, his heart did, as he called out to her, emotion clear in his voice:

"Sakura-chan!"

It was so incredible, having her here in his office, it almost felt like a miracle. To make matters even better, she had brought him ramen that she made herself to thank him for the dumplings. He couldn't explain the joy he felt as he ate the most delicious ramen he'd ever had in his life, as he looked into the most beautiful face, with the prettiest of smiles, the silliest of banters. He loved her presence so much, the glee she brought to his gloomy life, the airiness around her, how easy it was to connect, to share, to laugh. He loved her being nearby. He loved her being here. He loved her. His feelings overwhelmed him as he touched the corner of her mouth, which was supposed to wipe away some food debris that had somehow managed to enjoy the stay at such a wonderful place. His hand lingered there, caressing her cheek, as he looked at the eyes he'd longed to see up close for what felt like forever.

He couldn't stop himself from kissing her as he whispered to her how he couldn't stay away from her. She smelled so sweet, her fragrance enveloping him, drawing him nearer, tempting him further as her red lips parted to tell him something, a phrase he hoped she wouldn't say, but she was right, she shouldn't have come. He confirmed her words with a soft touch of his lips to hers. He kissed her softly, lovingly, as if he'd never kissed her before, like this was the first time and all he wanted was to enjoy the pure feel of her lips, her tongue, tasting her little by little, as she allowed him, tongue exploring and causing her skin to prickle. He pulled her closer, a hand tangled in the hair at her nape, his other caressing her lower back, the moan that elicited from her making all his hairs stand on end as goosebumps covered his entire body.

It was unique, what she did to him. His entire being reacted to her, his blood rushing downstairs, his skin suddenly sensitive, his palms slightly sweaty. He desired her so much that every fiber of his being called out to her. He felt her shiver against him and knew she was feeling the same. Was he supposed to let her go, he wondered? If she asked, if she pushed him away, could he stop? He couldn't, there was no way he could. It didn't seem like she wanted that, anyway.

Her hands tangled in his hair as she deepened their kiss, her fingers pulling hard, her body slowly pushing him back towards his desk, claiming control once more. However, he didn't let her, as when he reached the desk, he turned them around in a flash, and before she could even react, he had her sitting on it, legs spread, his form pressed tightly against her body between them. She looked at him with those eyes, that same lust from back then, back when he touched her leg and ignited all of this. He stared at her face, held between both of his hands, and he felt it, that strong pull of the earth that kept bringing them together, that incomparable friendship, that indestructible love that would bind them together forever. He took his time to admire her beauty for the first time in countless years; the lovely curve of her hips and the strength of her exposed legs, her flushed face, her red and swollen lips, her stunning hair that he's always admired, that forehead he loved to kiss, those enticing green eyes. He noticed she looked at him with so much devotion, like she was looking at something divine, forbidden. Her hands traveled all over his body, everywhere she could reach she claimed with her fingertips: his face, his neck, his hair, his chest, his hips, his back. He wanted to give her all of him.

He pulled her in for another kiss as her touch gave him shivers, eliciting a moan from her as he explored her delicate frame, his hands finding rest at her abundant hips, fingers digging into her fabric, wishing he could tear her clothing off right then and there. His fingers hooked on the waistband of the shorts she wore under her dress, a wordless question that she answered with a quick undoing of his trousers' button. He pulled her shorts off, along with her underwear, and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. Kneeling before her, he dived right into the most anticipated meal of his life. This was it, there was no going back now, no stopping. They were in his office, where anyone could come and go as they pleased, where they could be seen, but there was no thought to any of it. They just wanted each other, right there, right now. After so many years of longing, lusting, desiring one another, there was nothing that would tear them away from each other now.

She moaned extraordinarily loud when his tongue met her lower lips. He took his time, savoring his favorite taste, licking at her sensitivity from the bottom to the top, circling her sensitive bud, sucking, nibbling, entering her with his tongue, tasting her from the inside, not wasting a second. She was loving it too, he knew, as he watched her arch her back, felt her pull his hair, head fall back, eyes open in pure extasy. She grinded her hips into his mouth as he pleased her, her body overtaken by the pleasure she was receiving. His name escaped her lips repeatedly as she begged for more. "Naruto, please..." She whispered, time and time again, asking, begging for more but also not wanting him to stop.

He was aching, his trousers felt so tight around his groin that it was painful. He was achingly hard and ready to finally be in her again, to join with her in ways he could only dream of for the past decade, to show her his love, make her feel it from the inside. He ached but wasn't about to do anything half-assed. He continued his sweet torture on her now-swollen-mound, entering her with his fingers, licking her clit, writing his name with his tongue where no one would ever know as she came, wave after wave of pleasure hitting her, body shaking, limbs limp, skin sweaty, spent. She was already exhausted, he knew, but he was barely starting.

Standing, he made a move to free himself finally, but she wanted to do it herself, it seemed, as she swatted his hands away and unzipped him herself instead. Finally free from its prison, his hardness sprung up proudly, earning him a giggle from his love. When she touched him, he nearly exploded right there. She touched him leisurely, enjoying the moment, enjoying his reactions as her fingers softly caressed his sensitive skin, her thumb playfully circling his throbbing tip. He saw her bite and lick her lips and knew what she craved. He wanted to, so badly, but his need to be in her was greater, he could have her mouth later. Their lips met as he slid his tip up and down her wetness, moans of anticipation escaping them both. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him to her, urging him to finally fuck her, and he granted her wish. At last, he was where he knew he belonged.

He could feel her walls wrap around him tightly as he entered her, she was so perfect for him, so wet, so tight. He put his entire length in her and almost lost it. He couldn't believe how well they fit together, how well she took him, all in. She cried out his name in the most delicious of ways, as if it was their first time together, as if he'd never touched her, like she'd been yearning for him for a lifetime. So very slowly, he moved inside her, in and out, eyes locked on hers, a hand on her hip and another at her nape, making love to her passionately, claiming her, marking her as his from the inside. He showed her, but also told her, "I love you," over and over, picking up speed, making her gasp and squirm and wail under him in undeniable pleasure. He loved her so much, needed her so much, and she felt so good.

She let him do as he pleased, stretching out on the desk for him, displaying herself beautifully, too lost in pleasure to hold herself up as he moved even faster and made the sensation even more intense for her by circling her clit rapidly with his thumb. He felt her clench tightly around him as she neared her high, and thrust in her harder, deeper, causing her to come with a scream of his name. It took everything in him to not join her, he didn't want to finish yet. He needed more of her, his hunger for her hadn't been satiated at all. He gave her a minute to recover, as her legs were still shaky.

"Naruto," he heard her whisper. "This--"

"Don't say it," he interrupted, knowing she was about to ask them to stop.

She said it anyway. "This is so wrong," she murmured, but her expression didn't seem upset, which surprised him. Incredulously, she began laughing. "Guess it was about time," she added in between laughs.

He laughed with her and agreed. "You should've come sooner."

"Yeah, I should have," she agreed. Then, with a pleasurable move of her hips, she added, "talking about coming, it's your turn Naruto."

He liked the sound of that very much. Letting her grind on him, he let himself go in extasy, feeling himself get nearer and nearer to his climax.