Everything hurt when I woke up, but the smug feeling of satisfaction hadn't gone anywhere. I vaguely remembered Hinata being here, and the bed still reeked of sex, hell maybe that was why I remembered. For the briefest moment I was worried about who was watching Boruto, but that thought was discarded. I trusted Hinata.

On that note, it was a little confusing when I found the apartment empty. Rather than deal with any of that, I opted to shower, let the warm water soothe my aching head just a little. It wasn't really that bad. The hangover was annoying but not debilitating or anything. No, my day wasn't ruined until I finally fished my cellphone out of the pants I'd worn last night.

Hey idiot, you ready to talk about what happened last night?

It was from Hanabi. That was the moment it all came back to me in a slow crawl of memories. The odd way she'd spoken last night, the odd fact that she was even here, why she was hesitant at first.

"Fuuuuuuck," I groaned aloud.

She picked up on the first ring.

"Hey there, sleep well?" were the first words out of her mouth, mocking enough to show there was no genuine concern.

"H-Hanabi look I'm so damn sorry I thought-"

"-yeah yeah, I know you thought I was my sister, that's why your still drawing breath on this earth," she offered genuinely. "Honest misunderstanding," she added.

"Y-Yeah, exactly, just a little misunderstanding," I agreed, sitting on the bed and rubbing my aching forehead.

"Right," she agreed, in a tone making clear that this wasn't the end of things. I squeezed my cellphone as she continued. "It was really good though at least, you know some guys have a lot of trouble ringing my bell, if you get my meaning," she complained, or complimented, or whatever the fuck she was trying to say.

"Uh…I don't remember much of it,"

"Well, you seemed to enjoy yourself too," she helpfully reminded me. "And you know it wouldn't be too hard to set up little…meetings when we're both up at the office. You know, just for some stress relief," she suggested.

The image of that woman took form in my mind. That chocolatey brown hair, that regal face, and that sexy, bitchy, superior attitude she always seemed to bring. It almost reminded me of Ino, but Ino was just so shameless and carefree, Hanabi was the definition of pride. Then there was the body. Just as smooth and soft and perfect as her sister, but toned and carrying just a shell of muscle. My cock was hardening its way out of my towl as I tried to think of an answer.

"That's…that's a bad idea, right? I mean, we can't do that to Hinata…" I pleaded.

There was a brief pause.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that Naruto really I am, but if that's your decision I guess that's just how it has to be," she said, voice tense with a cold annoyance, with anger at my defiance. I can't deny that I was scared. She hung up before I could answer.

I dragged my feet a bit before driving home. Took my time getting dressed, made myself a bowl of noodles from scratch downstairs, walked home instead of taking a subway or something. Whatever I hoped to accomplish with this it didn't calm me down any. Doinking some random girl she barely knew was one thing, but I had no idea how my wife would react to me screwing her sister, even by accident.

Logically I doubted Hinata would do anything to really endanger me, no matter how angry she was, but that didn't snuff the fear in the back of my mind. Hyuggu's could get damn scary when they wanted to, and there wasn't a whole lot worse I could do to piss off daddy than cheat on the daughter I married with the other fucking daughter. I'd be lucky to get off with a slit throat.

The car in my driveway didn't put me at ease. I didn't recognize it, but it was a quality vehicle and the windows were tinted.

It was a business car.

I sucked in a deep breath when I stepped through the front door, and I almost vocalized my despair when both of them were right there waiting for me. Hinata and Hanabi. The former looked furious and the latter smug as a damn bug.

"Naruto…" my wife growled out, fist clenched and mouth barely moving. I stole a glance at Hanabi, who only chuckled silently as she shook her head. "This is exactly why you shouldn't drink. One of the reasons why you shouldn't drink!"

"I swear Hinata I thought she was you-"

"I know, Naruto, I know," she began with a huff. "Honestly, just think how awful this could have been! What if it hadn't been Hanabi I'd asked to check up on you? Or worse what if Hanabi hadn't enjoyed the… experience, what if you traumatized her?" she demanded, throwing me slightly off guard. I'd expected a long stream of insults and utter heartbreak, she seemed more like she was just moderately annoyed.

Like the way she got when I accidentally fell down the stairs or something.

I decided to not voice my opinion that I wouldn't have mistaken anyone else for her.

"I mean, I could have spoken up louder it is partially-"

"-No! No you don't even try to blame yourself!" she insisted, hugging the still smirking woman against her chest. I don't think my wife even noticed, the way her eyes were closed and watering as they embraced. It was all I could do not to flip the woman off.

The smile finally fell as she talked.

"Hinata, I love you," she replied, hugging her back a good while. "Listen…I know it's not fair to you but…do you think Naruto and I could do this again? Just at work, and I'll never keep him late it won't cut into your time together at all I swear!" she pleaded, feigning fear. Hinata blinked, shocked. "It's just it's been so long and…it's just so hard to find men I can trust, really feel safe around, you know?"

"Hanabi," she said, pulling back and cupping her face. "I had no idea you were struggling with that, of course you can keep having sex with Naruto," she assured, hugging her tighter.

I was beginning to feel a bit ignored.

"So uh," both sets of eyes turned to me. Hinata still looked exasperated, Hanabi just raised a brow. "No divorce or anything then?"

Now I think I saw heartbreak across my wife's face.

"Naruto of course not! I would never- I love you!" she promised, actually letting go of her sister to come closer and hold my face. She pulled back just the slightest bit when I leaned in and kissed her, but she still let me do it.

"I'm sorry, sometimes I forget you're the most forgiving, selfless, wonderful woman on the planet," I said, pulling her against my own chest. "You know literately any other woman would divorce their husband for this right?" the flush on her cheeks finally brought a bit of calm back. Or maybe I was just still riding the wave of her declaration. Seriously, how the hell did she feel guilty here?

"You didn't know," she mumbled into my shoulder.

The tender moment was interrupted by the cause of all this trouble.

"Well then, I'll see ya Monday Naruto," she said with a flirty wave as she strolled out the door.

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