In spite of everything, the danger, the betrayal, and the learning of such infuriating news, I was grinning like an idiot as I strolled out of that house. Izumi was a happy, half-conscious lug sprawled on her bed when I left. I'd carried her back to that bed, with a short interim in the shower where we could both scrub away the evidence a little.

It was hard not to feel proud of that. Giving Itachi's wife the best romp of her life and leaving her fucked half unconscious, after what he did to me? There was a primal satisfaction to it.

Whatever, it was time to visit Sakura now, and it wasn't a long drive between the houses. Not ten minutes passed before I knocked on the fancy wooden doorway of a most similar house. I was rewarded for this action when the door opened on a certain pink-haired bedbug wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a tanktop.

She blinked the sleep out of her eyes as I greeted her.

"Hey Sakura! Your mother-in-law made you cookies," I said, holding up the plate.

"W-what? Why the hell are you…" her eyes seemed to harden, grow suspicious. "Get out of here Naruto," she warned, her voice still tired.

"Well at least take the plate, I'm sure Mikito will be awful upset if you refuse it,"

"Oh no Mikito will be upset, what are you fucking her too?" she spat. It didn't sound like she was serious, but she apparently read the correct answer from something on my face. "Oh my fucking god! You are disgusting you know that?"

"Would you just take the damn plate so I can go?" I asked, immediately tired of her shit. She wasn't wrong, but there was no reason for me to stand here and be reminded of it.

"Would you just fucking explain not me, what the hell is wrong with you?!" she shot back sarcastically.

"Don't know," I replied tersely, shutting her up for a few seconds as she thought of a retort.

"You know if I was a good person I'd call your wife and tell her all your dirty little secrets!" she eventually threatened.

"Including the one about stuffing you in a public bathroom at the opera last month?" I bit back, growing angry myself.

"I…. that was a ONE TIME thing! That is never happening again, and I've never cheated on my spouse except for that one incident!"

Her face was growing flush.

"Well whatever, it's not really any of your business anymore who I have sex with is it?"

"You…. I… oh just put the plate on the damn table," she exhaled stepping back into the house and leaving the door open. It was hard not to read into that. I shut and locked the door behind me. Sakura was just standing there in the parlor staring at me with that look of disdain in those piercing emerald eyes.

How did it get like this?

"Look Sakura I just… I don't know. I really care about most all of the girls I sleep with, I guess I just can't pass up a chance to make someone dear to me feel good," she rolled her eyes as I gave the explanation. "I guess I'm a scum bag but… fuck, if that means I get to comfort more of the people I love and watch so many wonderful kids come up… I can live with that,"

This time all I got was a dry laugh. She didn't even look at me as I placed the plate down and turned to face her. I stood there silently until she did.

"Sakura, you at least know that I really care about you, right?" I practically pleaded. If there was one thing I wanted to make sure she understood it was that. Her eyes returned to mine, seeming to focus as they tried to read me again. She always could do that so well.

"Yeah Naruto, I know," she relented.

I smiled, even squeezed her arm without thinking.

That was the moment it all fell apart for her. The look she had up at me was so…loving. Exasperated, tired and unsure, but there was love there oh so clear. She didn't even protest as I hugged her, just sighed into my shoulder as my arms came around her back. Her cheek rested on my shoulder as I gently rubbed up and down, feeling the soft, delicate body hidden by only a thin white shirt.

An illegible mumble got my attention. It prompted me to lighten my grip the slightest bit, to look down at her head. She pulled her mouth back an inch from my torso before repeating herself.

"I care about you too Naruto," she grudgingly acknowledged, widening the smile on my face. It even spread to hers, a weak grin, one of those oh so rare and oh so wonderful shy grins. Where her face turned that little dusting of pink that matched her hair. I bent down and took her lips.

She let me.

It was a chaste kiss, at first, just two sets of lips gently smooshed together. The kind of kiss you gave your wife of ten years when your kids were watching. Though we branched from that comparison almost immediately when I kissed her again, putting a few knuckles on her cheek and humming my appreciation of this delightful privilege.

When her own hands came up to grip my hair I knew it was over. My hands lowered down to her plump ass and sank greedily into the flesh, she only groaned louder. After almost ten years apart from her, at least in this sense, it was hard not to lose myself in it. I missed her so fucking much. Her blush, her voice, even the bickering and shitty attitude were just a little enticing. Hearing her admit that she still cared for me?

Well, that just pushed it to the next level.

She eeped and gave me another evil pink blush when I scooped her up fireman style. Her eyes blinked rapidly as I snickered in delight, beginning my little stroll down the hall before dipping my head and retaking her lips.

I knew the building well enough to make my way while delightfully distracted. In no time she was calling out in fear as I buried her with my body on the plushy guest bed I occasionally stayed in. Pinned under me and still dazed, she cried out a second time when my cock's head began sliding up and down along her exposed pussy.

"Naruto…" she muttered breathlessly, bringing my eyes to hers. To those wonderful piercing green eyes that were right there so close to mine. I kissed her again. Then I pulled her tanktop off and threw it carelessly, harder than I needed to. One of her hands came up to grip my shirt and then that was gone too.

Her little boobs squished so wonderfully against my torso as we continued making out.

I fucked Hinata in this bed.

She prattled and fretted about doing it while we were at a friend's house, but she gave in. Had Sakura been the one to clean the sheets after that? Had she noticed that the tightly wound ball of cloth in the corner was wet with my wife's pussy juices and the cum that had dripped out of her after our impatient little romp?

I can't remember the last time I'd been so hard.

She squealed like a happy valley girl as I slowly slid inside of her. The kiss broke long enough for her to mutter a few swears, gasping and groaning as I lay open-mouthed kisses on her cheek, jaw, and neck. Five seconds later we were making out again, hard and heavy, my head still firmly gripped in her hands, those dull nails digging into my scalp.

Despite this hard, impassioned embrace, our actual joining remained quite gentle. We were in such a rush last time, such a frenzy, it had been so long since I got to really savor her sweet vice of a pussy. I wanted to go slow, comb over every inch of her, memorize the feeling of her new, mature body. That night Sakura had been angry and tense, she'd also been dressed like royalty, practically wearing a costume.

This time I got to experience her as she was. It wasn't better necessarily, just different, and as said, something I hadn't got in a decade.

When her knees propped up to grip me soundly on either side I knew she was close, the increasing pitch of her whimpering against my mouth was only confirmation.

I lifted off just the slightest bit and brought both my hands up to her breasts.

She got a lot louder after that.

Pinching and tweaking and gently kneading around her nipples always seemed to drive her crazy. Or rather, it still seemed to drive her crazy. I earned an actual scream, her mouth tearing away from mine as she cried out her orgasm for god knows who to hear.

It was too much.

"Fuck!" was all I managed to slip out as my orgasm rocked out with hers. My strength was failing me rapidly as I emptied into her, resting more and more of my weight down on the beautiful woman beneath me. Then, she well and truly shocked me.

One hand lazily came up to comb over my back, affectionately scratching up and down the muscles there as we lay there, still connected.

I smiled.

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