Chapter Seven: Lust


Naruto was pleasantly warm as he woke up, a welcoming and soft heat that seemed to spread from his neck down to his shins.

He must have wrapped around his duvet or a pillow in his sleep. He'd woken up in weirder positions and, truth be told, whatever it was was so warm and soft he just wanted to hold it closer to him.

He was pretty sure it was a pillow, maybe one of those body pillows? He was pretty sure the Deer Cottage offered them. And that was definitely where he was. He could tell just from the softness of the mattress he wasn't in his bed. It was definitely a hotel bed, his vague memories of arriving yesterday coming back to him as he lay there just on the edge of waking.

He kept his eyes closed, maybe if he did he wouldn't have to leave the soft and warm embrace of this glorious bed yet. It wasn't that he wasn't looking forward to the weekend but it was so much less complicated to just stay in this glorious bed.

And with the wonderful pillow that he pulled fully against himself, letting his face fall into part of its soft surface and breathing deeply. He could just feel himself drifting off again.

Damn good pillow, did he mention?

It had just the right amount of give, firm enough you could squeeze but not so rigid it wouldn't bend to your body if you wanted it to.

Though it did seem to have a couple bumps in the middle of it, kinda pear shaped? With another smaller bump on the curve of each. Maybe the pillow was meant to be therapeutic or something?

The bumps certainly were nice to hold, fitting almost perfectly in his hands as he cupped them and squeezed lightly to test the firmness. They had even more give than the rest of the pillow and the feel of them in his hands was calming. And kinda weirdly familiar, but he was too sleepy to delve into that.

Running his fingers along the swell of the bumps, Naruto frowned eyes still closed, pressing into them hard, seeing if they'd go back into the pillow but they wouldn't, if anything the more he pressed and prodded the bigger bumps, the larger and pointier the smaller ones got.

He ran his fingers over the smaller bumps and tried to push them back in, but only wound up flicking them as they bounced back into place. The really weird thing was that whenever he tried to push the top bumps back in … it felt like two other bumps were forming down near his groin, rubbing against his morning erection in a way that Naruto would blushingly admit to enjoying. A lot.

Getting just a little frustrated he gave the smaller bumps one last push with his thumbs, pulling the whole pillow against him to try and increase the effectiveness.

'Mmmm,' the pillow sighed in response. 'Naruto.' It said in a lovingly admonishing tone.

Wait … what?

The pillow bumps by his groin pressed into him hard and he swore to God they wiggled against his stiffness and he had to swallow a groan, burying his face in the pillow to muffle it.

'Mmm, you don't have to stop copping a feel babe,' his pillow teased, wiggling bumps still driving him further into the softness to muffle himself. 'But don't be so rough, it's still morning give a girl a chance to wake up first.'

His eyes shot open and he reared back from the pillow.

Because he wasn't holding a pillow by unexpected bumps.

Sakura's bare back greeted him, sweet smelling pink locks flowing down it, a back decidedly absent of any clothes and as his shocked eyes scaled down the rest of her glorious body, her ass pressed right up against his manhood like it belonged there, it became clear Sakura wasn't wearing anything at all.

And neither was he.

What the fuck?!

He didn't have long to try and process the implications of that though, Sakura had peered over her shoulder at him, gloriously attractive bedhead unable to hide the desire burning in her eyes, and struck him dumb.

Was she gonna …?

She smiled at him, it was the warmest, happiest and most content smile he'd ever seen on her face and it was so goddamn beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his entire damn life.

Until Sakura rolled over in the bed and he was gifted the vision that was Sakura Haruno naked and facing him. Her breasts jiggling slightly as she moved, her unmistakeably hard nipples pointing at him as she made herself more comfortable. She propped herself up, a hand disappearing into her hair, her elbow digging into the soft mattress and she smiled some more at him.

Her smooth leg lifted to hook around one of his, her heel running up and down his calf while the inlet of her hips led his eyes down to the damp triangle of darkening pink resting above her sex.

She was sculpted perfection, a goddess made flesh. If you were to ask Naruto what Aphrodite looked like he'd tell you like her. And then tell you to stop distracting him so he could drink in the blessing that was seeing Sakura naked.

'Hi. So,' she said simply, her voice as content as her smile, a delicate finger running down the groove of his chest, tickling and scratching lightly. 'What did I do to deserve such a rough wake up? And how do I apologise?'

Sakura leaned in, closing the very small distance between their bodies, and placed a slow, pointed kiss on his shoulder. She wrapped around him more, her hand not on his chest looping behind his back to stroke across his neck. It sent shivers down Naruto's spine and he nearly had to shut his eyes her touch felt so good.

Naruto's eyebrows ran to his hairline as Sakura's lips nibbled at his shoulder and the hand on his chest delved downward, stroking and marvelling over his stomach until she was trailing a finger along his bare waist.

'Because I have some suggestions I know you'll love,' she murmured into his chest, her own pressing into his side so delectably Naruto still couldn't remember how to use his tongue.

What the hell happened last night to let them wind up naked in bed together?

And for Sakura to be acting like this? He couldn't remember what happened last night … had they finally done it? Gotten drunk and hooked up in the way that their friends had always prayed they would?

Like the way he prayed they could.

As she lay there watching him, a thoroughly pleased smile making him blush to his toes, Naruto did his best not to just stare at her breasts. He wasn't doing very well though and to be honest, he'd never seen breasts so wondrous as Sakura's and despite feeling perverted for it … he just couldn't stop staring.

'You can look babe,' Sakura teased, her fingers disappearing into his hair and playing with it, her other fingers still teasing along his waist. 'You got an eyeful last night, I think we're past pretences that I have any issue with you seeing me naked. Besides, let's be real here handsome, we should have been starting our mornings naked and together for years now.'

Naruto's eyes finally flickered closed again as Sakura's kisses moved up to his neck, her lips suckling on his pulse. She sighed into his skin, the action making her chest press into him, her nipples grazing him in the best way.

'Last night?' He muttered. More a passing thought than actual concern, as long as Sakura kept touching him he didn't give a shit what led him to this wonderful position.

'You don't remember?' Sakura asked, mock-hurt filling her tone. 'I suppose we were both stupid drunk but don't you remember our first time Naruto.'

Their what?!

'You mean …' Naruto's eyes shot open again to find Sakura moving further on top of him, her heaven sent breasts filling his vision. 'We slept together?'

'Mhmm,' Sakura hummed happily, the hand on his waist finally dancing down to his aching member, her fingers delicately stroking his already rock hard self. 'I came in here drunk and looking to seduce and you were asleep like an idiot.'

She pumped him slowly, teasingly, almost like she was punishing him with pleasure she'd been denied last night. His brain couldn't handle the image of this dream finally being realised and all questions ran screaming from his mind. Replaced eagerly with the shocks of giddy joy as Sakura played with him.

'I was very hurt Naruto, you ruined my plan,' she said, the same tone of mock-hurt dripping from her tongue, even as she kissed along his jaw.

'I'm sorry,' Naruto groaned, lifting his own hand to rest at the small of Sakura's back, his fingers stroking a circle that made the woman's smile widen just a touch.

Which buoyed him slightly, Sakura might be having no issues with touching him however she wanted, and thank God for it, but he couldn't remember anything about last night. He couldn't even remember where Sakura liked being touched.

He supposed she'd approved of him squeezing her boobs? If only a little gentler. God, knew it was where he'd like to start touching.

'It's okay, you made up for it,' Sakura winked at him and squeezed his shaft just enough to make Naruto nearly swallow his tongue. 'You woke up while I was getting ready for bed. Literally just as I was stripped down to my panties.'

Fuck, he wished he'd been able to see that! That would have been so hot … not as hot as waking up to see Sakura's naked body rubbing against his but … he lost the train of thought as Sakura palm glided over his tip and he moaned as her thumb followed.

'And before I could even react, you said I looked good enough to eat and pulled me down onto the bed.' Sakura squeezed and pumped him, grinding against his bent leg and grinning into his cheek as she kissed it. 'Do you know what you did while you had me transfixed on how big this glorious thing was?'

Naruto grunted as she squeezed again and shook his head.

She lifted herself up, her body pushing him further into the mattress, and rested her open lips against his panting ones.

'You ate me out so good,' she murmured, licking at his lips in between pecking kisses. 'It felt so good the only words I could say were "yes" and "more".'

Her lips caressed his, his eyes drifting closed as she moaned into his mouth, her hands going up into his hair and entwining as she ground against him.

Her tongue slipped past his lips, running along his tongue, tasting, exploring and savouring him as she sighed. Naruto let his hands fall to her hips, a palm gripping the moving muscle, the other cupping her ass and squeezing gently.

Their lips never parted for long, except to draw breath, but Naruto could feel himself being rolled, Sakura leading him to be on top of her and he ran out of any thoughts other than this moment and her body.

They'd talk about hows and whys and whats when they were done, right now he just wanted to feel her around him.

'Then while I was coming back to Earth,' Sakura whispered once he was fully on top of her, her dazzling green eyes filled with love and desire and that same glowing contentedness. She kissed him slowly, gently and smiled once again. 'You made love to me. And I was on cloud nine all over again.'

Naruto groaned, Sakura hips rocking and urging him on with slow languid movements he'd never have thought she was capable of, but had fantasised about for years. And here she was, lain out before him, every inch of her beautiful skin revealed to him and his to touch, to kiss, to lick … to take.

Like in his dreams.

She guided his hands up to her breasts, letting his fingers dance up her sides so she had to swallow a giggle, the spasm at the light tickling making Naruto's hips buck slightly. The pinkette gasped and bit her lip.

He kneaded her breasts, his tongue going to one nipple as he massaged and stroked the jiggly loveliness before him. He sucked tenderly, breaking the suck to kiss a small circle around the hard nipple, making sure to roll and pinch the other.

Sakura moaned into the air and kept up the rocking of her hips as Naruto lavished licks and kisses over her breasts and nipples, changing between each but never leaving either unattended to. He hadn't waited fourteen years to not touch every inch of the goddess of a woman writhing under him.

'Make love to me Naruto,' Sakura pleaded, her legs looping around his waist loosely, her hips still rocking against him. 'Please baby, take me. I'm all yours.'

He kissed her, deeply, like he'd never be allowed to kiss her again, like kissing her was his only way to keep breathing and started to guide himself into her waiting heat.


Naruto somehow resisted the urge to scream.

Another fucking dream. Another fucking Sakura dream. Another fucking dream where he was about to fuck Sakura and this one didn't even have the fucking decency to let him dream about being inside her.

At least the usual sex dreams he had about his best friend had the decency to let him get off damn it.

And even more irritating, he now had to deal with the fact that he was angry that he didn't get to properly dream about fucking Sakura. Because he should be embarrassed that he was dreaming about that. Not angry. And honestly … kinda blue-balled about the fact that the dream had ended early.

He was gonna have to have a long think about that later. Much later. Like when said best friend wasn't currently sleeping soundly in his arms. Her glorious peach of an ass buried against his morning erection and wiggling like she was trying to get more comfortable.

Naruto was just thanking God that at least when he'd woken up he wasn't cupping her breasts. His hand wasn't resting far away from them but at least he wasn't actually holding them.

Or doing anything else.

He was also thankful Sakura was at least wearing something. And that he'd had the common sense last night to at keep his boxers on when he'd stripped off and climbed into the bed he clearly forgotten he was sharing with Sakura.

The suffering blond swallowed a groan as the beautiful woman, her back pressed into his chest, wiggled her ass in her sleep again and it felt so damn good.

If he didn't know any better he'd actually wonder if he was dreaming again but as neither he or Sakura were buck naked and he hadn't woken up copping a feel … he felt pretty sure he was properly awake.

Her hair wasn't tied up though, it was loose and flowing, just like his dream.

Sakura usually tied her hair up to sleep when it was this long. Because you could get tangles in your hair or it could fall in your face otherwise and that apparently was both annoying and hard as fuck to fix. Something Sakura and his mom had told him about in great detail. Even Hinata had mentioned it once or twice.

He would secretly admit he much preferred Sakura's long pink hair being loose though. He always had, it was just so damn pretty. And how dream-Sakura's hair had looked against her bare back had been captivating. Her back that looked like it needed all the kisses he could give it, and lower down too …

He throbbed around his waist slightly as his brain fed itself the mirror image of the one before him, Sakura's naked body replacing the mostly clothed one and her soft moans at his touch replacing the soft breathing coming from the actual woman.

He held his breath as Sakura stirred for a moment, the throb of his morning erection clearly effecting her. But she settled down and, much to his joint horror and pleasure, wiggled her ass and reached for his hand to pull it into her and sighed happily.

Some deity was laughing at him right now, he could feel it. He'd done something in a past life to piss off a god or a spirit and they were punishing him by having his beautiful best friend wiggling her beautiful ass, which he could see was only covered by what looked like a very sexy, very small, pair of panties, against his dick.

If he hadn't woken up with morning wood so hard he could break rocks with it … a couple wiggles of Sakura's hips and seeing just what she was wearing to sleep in, would have had him at rock breaking hardness anyway.

Because she was wearing one of his t-shirts. And no bra. Because he couldn't see the outline of her bra strap despite his nose practically being buried into her neck and where his hand was resting … he'd be able to feel the cups of a bra.

So yeah.

He really wanted to move his hand down to somewhere more respectable. Honestly he wanted to remove it from Sakura entirely.

Sure they'd cuddled before and this was hardly the first time they'd woken up spooning but … but this was different. The whole week had been different. Like there was something coming for the pair of them and it was either going to be friendship ruining or the best thing ever and it was terrifying that he didn't know which.

But it was way more terrifying that he was actively having to resist the urge to kiss Sakura's neck.

Because he wasn't meant to do that sort of thing with Sakura. It had never been a strong instinct when they'd woken up like this before. But they'd nearly always been more dressed than this when that had happened.

And he hadn't normally had such an intense cock tease of a sex dream about Sakura when they'd woken up spooning.

And he certainly had never just laid there with her in his arms and her ass wiggling against him.

No, never. The only times he'd ever woken up in this exact situation, girl in his arms, wearing his shirt and little else, was with a girlfriend. So the instinct to kiss Sakura's neck wasn't because it was Sakura's neck, it was just an old reflex from cuddling girlfriends.

Wasn't it?

Sure, that's why you can't stop wondering what her skin tastes like, reflex.

He growled at himself, which made Sakura shift, which made her rub against him, which made him groan.

Groan loudly.

Because he hadn't been expecting it and somehow Sakura had managed to move in a way that even through his boxers and her panties … felt really, really good.

And maybe it was because Sakura was still moving, still rubbing her delectable ass against his dick but he was barely able to muffle himself in time and it took all of his attention so he didn't notice that Sakura wasn't breathing softly anymore but was actually turning in his arms.

He was just managing to bring himself back to Earth, the feel of his face practically being on fire started to ebb … only to burst back to even bigger heat as he took in the sleepy angel of a woman now facing him, her bleary gaze the sort of lovely that made him just want to kiss the tip of her nose to see if he could make her smile.

She was so close. He could probably lean forward less than an inch and do it … or kiss her slowly upturning mouth and give her a proper good morning.

He blinked hard a couple of times and shunted those thoughts away for later, because the smile on Sakura's face was turning slightly curious and a little mischievous and if he didn't shoo away the leftover horny from his dream … he wouldn't be thinking about kissing her lips for long.

At least not the ones smiling at him right now.

'Hiya Naruto,' she said through a cute yawn, a hand coming up to cover her mouth and then running up her face and through her hair, she rested down on her pillow and smiled at him, eyes drifting to his bare chest. 'How'd you sleep?'

Visions of her naked body swam through his mind's eye as Naruto tried to force out an innocent smile. 'Fine, you?'

She yawned again and stretched, Naruto doing his best to be covert about how his eyes dipped down her body when she did.

'Pretty good, it was nice to wake up being cuddled. It's been a while since we spooned drunk huh?' Sakura grinned sheepishly. Her own eyes being less subtle about dipping down his exposed chest. He'd cut her some slack, she'd just woken up and as long as she didn't mention anything about him poking her in the ass … well he could take some first thing in the morning ogling.

And she was right. Despite his sexual frustration and immense arousal … it had been very nice to wake up wrapped around her. It had felt right, it still felt right as they lay there. She hadn't moved out of his arms yet and had he mentioned just how close her face was?

Kissably close yes? Okay good, just so everyone was clear.

'You came to bed drunk too huh?' Naruto tried for a laugh. He didn't manage it though. Hadn't dream-Sakura said the same thing about how she'd come to bed last night?

God help him.

'Yeah,' Sakura blushed prettily and her eyes dipped lower down his body, stopping at about his stomach he thought. 'Me and the girls got a little carried away last night, I'm surprised I don't have a worse hangover to be honest. How's your head?' she asked, reaching out with the back of her hand against his forehead.

X rated he mumbled internally, unable to stop himself watching how her sleep shirt revealed Sakura's curves to him as she stretched. The hint of a hardened nipple making his still rigid length tremble a little.

He was gonna have to find a way to cover it and rush into a cold shower while Sakura wasn't looking. She hadn't said anything about it yet but she had to have seen right? Hell it was damn near impossible to miss. It felt like it was at least.

But her eyes were fixed on his face, the small downturn of her lips as she looked at him, trying to diagnose any possible discomfort in his expression, endearing in a way that made his heart clench and his stomach flutter like a whole horde of butterflies had taken up residence.

The softness of her hand banishing any pain he might have from a hangover into nothingness. He actually didn't seem to be hungover, groggy maybe but as the back of Sakura's hand graced his forehead it wiped it away.

And as it moved around his face, cupping his cheek and scratching at the slight bit of stubble, he was suddenly fully aware and she was all he could see. And she was breath-taking.

Which she always had been of course, but it wasn't just in a physical sense. You didn't need to be told that, you just had to look at Sakura to see she was fucking gorgeous. Even with bedhead and sleep in her eyes, Sakura Haruno was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known and she always had been.

You could fight him on it.

No she was breath-taking in other ways. The way she touched him, the tenderness and love in it was humbling, he could feel it emanating from her skin and it made him want to ease into her palm. Because he'd long since grown past the point where he doubted Sakura loved him. Maybe not in the way he'd wanted her to but he knew she loved him.

And it was more comforting than anything. He'd known love his entire life, his parents loved him, his grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins loved him. His friends loved him. But the way Sakura loved him … there was a depth to it that he couldn't put into words.

It had sustained him through the toughest moments of his life and when he had lost it briefly during the whole mess with Sasuke in school … it had ached so badly that he would never risk losing it again.

It was why he'd been so adamant to try and move on from her when they were kids. The idea of losing that connection had been so terrifying that even the possibility of actually being hers in the way he wanted to be … it hadn't been worth gambling on.

Because while he'd admit to having had a crush on her in school, hell they'd joked about it, he'd known it could fuck up the best thing in his life. His friendship with Sakura was more important than fulfilling some teenage fantasy.

But as he looked at her, draped in his old t-shirt, frowning with concern, it was the sense of rightness of the situation that was causing him the most trouble.

The feeling that this was how they were meant to be. Sharing a bed, not just for sex, but as partners, as a unit. He may have been a bit awkward about how aroused he was and his brain was spiralling about his anger and disappointment at where his sex dream had stopped, but it didn't stop the rightness of waking up in bed with Sakura.

And he honestly didn't know what to do with that. Because the deep, deep in his belly wish that he could wake up like this every morning wouldn't go away.

'I'm fine Sakura,' Naruto said softly, his skin crying inaudibly as the pinkette drew her hands away from his face. 'The Uzumaki tolerance strikes again.'

He forced a grin and Sakura blew out a breath in frustrated acknowledgement.

'Lucky bastard,' she said without any malice, rolling onto her back and exhaling through her nose. 'My head feels like a marching band is taking a slow walk through it. Could you get me the painkillers out of my bag?'

Naruto, who was currently fighting the urge to wrap Sakura up in a comforting hug and kiss her forehead better, pulled himself from that image and smiled. 'Sure, they in the usual place?'

The pinkette rubbed at her forehead gently, staring at the ceiling before closing her eyes slowly and lifting herself up into a sitting position. 'Yeah, thanks.'

He reached through the covers to squeeze her other hand and she returned the squeeze, blasting him with another dose of the perfect domesticity of their morning, and then he untangled himself from the bedding.

Padding over to their two suitcases, Naruto unzipped the pocket on the outside of Sakura's case, where she always kept any medication she brought with her.

'Quietly please Nah … Ruto. Ahem, quietly please yeah?' Sakura started to hiss but the venom in her words died before she finished his name. Her cheeks flushed as she was decidedly not looking at him when he turned to apologise.

Which was when he remembered two crucial things and he started to blush, the heat spreading all the way down to his toes.

One, he was only in a pair of boxers, the rest of his body, a body formed from decades of exercise and extensive physical activity and then police work, was on full display to Sakura. And the boxers he was wearing weren't exactly baggy.

And, far more importantly, two, a particular part of his body was still stood to rigid attention and his boxers currently resembled more a tent than underwear. And he wasn't bragging when he said it was quite a big tent.

Sakura had seen him this undressed before, friends who had a don't knock policy for bedroom doors soon saw each other in compromising positions, even if Naruto had actually never caught Sakura without at least most of her clothes on by design … Sakura had definitely seen him in just his boxers before.

But she'd never caught him rock hard and having just got out of a bed with her before.

And she had to know he'd been hard when she woke up, even if she wasn't fully aware. Her ass had been literally squashing his morning erection when she woke up!

Sakura was looking everywhere but him and he could feel the burn of his blush getting worse. 'Um … sorry Sakura … I …'

'No. It's fine!' she said, a little too quickly and she made herself stare at his face. Just his face, he could see her making herself focus on his eyes. And cus he was doing the same thing, he could see the effort not to stare at … him.

And it only made him harder. Because he could have sworn he'd seen desire and oh God was that like pure nitro-glycerine for his horniness.

But he was probably just wishing it there. His embarrassment needing to find a balm in Sakura liking what she was seeing to boost his ego as the rest of him wanted to crawl into a pit and die.

'It's just … you know …'

'Yeah,' Sakura said, coughing and looking away from him again, shifting under the covers, her arms crossing over her chest. 'Happens to guys in the mornings sometimes. Perfectly natural. Don't worry about it, seriously.'

She smiled at him and it managed to relieve some of the discomfort. Her still blushing while doing it stopped all of the discomfort leaving him but it would do.

'Guess I'd best just go grab a cold shower huh?' He laughed weakly, actively trying to turn his body to hide his stubborn erection the best he could. He pulled the box of painkillers out of her case so he had an excuse to not look at her but he could feel her eyes on him still.

And he loved it. Damn his horny brain.

'Yeah,' Sakura's laugh was stilted and he heard her shifting in the bed some more. 'Don't be embarrassed though Naruto, I'm a doctor remember, I've seen more dicks than you ever could.'

They shared an awkward laugh and Naruto wanted to die inside as his brain dared him to ask the million dollar question.

Do you blush and stare at those ones too Sakura-chan?

Because she was still blushing. And while being a shred more subtle about it … she was definitely still staring. He even thought he caught her biting her lip.

Cold shower. Cold shower right the fuck now. Otherwise he'd never get through the day.

'Well, I'll just leave you these,' he said, holding up the pack of painkillers and placing them on the edge of the bed. Because it was the closest he could get to her without stepping closer and giving her a better view. 'And then I'll handle … this.'

Sakura's cheeks burned even redder and she let out a shivery giggle and Naruto's brain screamed.

WHY THE FUCK DID HE SAY THAT?!

'I mean!' Naruto said, his own cheeks burning harder than Sakura's and quickly marched to the en-suite bathroom. 'I'll take a shower, see you in a bit!'

He could hear Sakura giggling even while shutting and locking the bathroom door and it took all his strength to not collapse into a ball on the floor.

Why did he have to say that? Goddamn him. He may as well have just announced he was gonna jack off, it would have had the exact same effect.

He loathed himself.

'Okay, okay, calm the fuck down,' he muttered to himself. Running a hand through his hair, he turned to stare at himself in the massive hotel mirror, it was the kind that damn near took up the whole wall, and was giving him an unescapable image of what Sakura must have seen.

Which was not helping him calm down.

'Look,' he murmured so quietly even he wasn't sure he was actually speaking. 'She's a doctor, she's seen plenty of penises, and she didn't even actually see yours. Just the way it was stretching your boxers. And again, she's a doctor. Have your shower, take a minute and when you go back she'll probably not even say anything. And it'll be fine. Okay? Okay.'

The image of Sakura blushing and staring hungrily at his crotch swam across his mind and he growled.

She hadn't been staring hungrily at his crotch, stupid horny brain.

You wish she was though …

'Shower. Now.' Naruto ignored his own mind and turned the shower to the coldest setting it could go and threw himself under it.


Sakura managed to turn her groan of absolute frustration and need into giggles but once she heard Naruto turn on the shower, the groan trickled out.

Her head fell forward on her knees, which she'd pulled up to cover up a very pressing and real problem she'd been having since she'd woken up pressed into Naruto's almost naked, immensely attractive body.

She was wet as hell and it was only getting worse.

How could a morning that had started so perfectly go to such shit in a matter of … what? Thirty minutes?

'Kill me now,' she muttered into her duvet covered knees, squirming in her soaked panties as the movement made them rub uncomfortably. 'Please.'

Because the bliss of waking up in Naruto's arms, his lovely, strong arms, with the feel of his heartbeat against her back and his warm breath on her neck, and his hand resting possessively just below her breasts … shouldn't have ended up here. With her horny and unsatisfied.

No, it shouldn't have ended here at all. She had several suggestions on where it should have ended but thinking about those would just make her wetter. Which she didn't need.

She supposed she should count herself lucky that at least Naruto hadn't noticed how turned the fuck on she was. He couldn't say the same.

His hard-on could have been seen from space, and her much closer view was partly why she was thanking God she'd packed her nice underwear. The kind she wore for dates or hook ups.

She'd always wondered how blessed her best friend was in that department and her dreams had certainly graced the man with some solidly sized equipment but if that tent was anything to go by … Her dreams weren't being kind enough to him.

It'd been so big that when she'd woken up with something pressing against her ass, she'd wondered if it was his knee or something.

Though a couple testing wiggles, that she hoped Naruto had mistaken for innocent sleepy fidgeting, had told her that her bed-mate was not kneeing her in the ass.

No, something much more … pleasant was poking at her. His knee wouldn't have rested between the cleft of her ass cheeks that was for damn sure.

And that had been when her wetness issues had started.

Because yes, morning erections were a perfectly natural thing for people with penises to go through. Totally natural.

Hell, there had been a whole series of lectures dedicated to reproductive and sexual health in her pre-med days that literally explained how perfectly natural it was. How Naruto could have woken up rock hard even if her ass hadn't been pressed right against his dick.

Didn't stop her from enjoying her very, very sexy best friend's aptly named morning glory resting against her ass though. Didn't stop her wondering if his morning was always that glorious and it certainly didn't stop her from desperately wishing it was lasting that long because of her.

God, please let it be because of her.

She groaned again and stared longingly at the wall that separated the hotel room from the en-suite bathroom. Where she knew he was currently naked, possibly still hard and maybe half as wet as she was.

Was he 'handling' it right now? Would it be worth asking if he needed a hand? She'd come to the bed last night with the plan of seducing him, would it be so much scarier to sneak into the shower and just …

Sakura shook her head and growled at the low pulse that spread through her core. The images of throwing herself, open legs first, at a naked and soapy Naruto not helping her regain the shattered remains of her control.

God, housekeeping were gonna see such a stain on her side of the bed and make all kinds of assumptions about the couple's nightly activities.

She lifted the covers and inspected the sheet beneath her. Sighing in relief when it appeared it hadn't gotten that bad, or at least the way she was sat was helping her not leave evidence that could mislead people to thinking she'd actually got some last night.

Instead of just being left soaked and needy because of Naruto's body continued proximity.

And thank God her oblivious hottie of a best friend hadn't realised her predicament and had genuinely believed her when she'd claimed to have a hangover. And that she'd had the nous to sleep in one of his baggy t-shirts because if she'd worn a pyjama top that was actually made to fit her … well Naruto would have learned he wasn't the only pointy one this morning.

She was also rather thankful and at the same time frustrated that he'd not thought to throw on more clothes before climbing out of the bed to get her painkillers.

He had to know he was that hard for fuck's sake! If she could feel her nipples being hard enough to cut diamond the blond could probably barely notice anything other than the cannon straining against his boxers.

Fuck, she was going to be thinking about that for probably weeks, even if she did find the nerve to make her move still.

But how could he have not noticed how turned on she was? If his stupid, sexy hand had just been a bit higher, he'd have known he was turning her on by just laying there.

Then he could have picked up the hint and made a move and their morning could be spent in much more enjoyable states than him jerking off in a cold shower and her wondering if she had enough time to touch and cover it up before he came out.

'Should've gone to bed naked, gorgeous idiot wouldn't have been able to resist touching you then,' she grumbled, her body shifting back in the bed and her head falling against the headboard.

Ugh.

Yes he would've, Naruto would never dare touch you first, he's too much of a gentleman.

She sighed heavily at the truth of it all and banged her head lightly against the headboard.

Because her brain was right, Naruto could be hornier than a rutting bull in the middle of mating season but unless she gave him permission he wouldn't so much as rub her side. Which honestly, just made her want him more.

She whined piteously into the air and gave the wall another long look, having to force down the idea to go join him in there even harder than before.

Because she didn't suffer from such politeness when she was this horny. If he'd been awake last night, he'd have found himself with a drunk and horny Sakura in his lap and before he could have said boo she'd have had her hands down his pants.

Though knowing him, that probably would have still led to her being in her current predicament. Because he'd just think it was the drink and be the perfect gentleman and gently turn her down.

Her beautiful idiot would never buy that she actually wanted to ride him so hard they broke the damn bed. He'd put it down to drink and goading from Ino and Tenten.

Sakura let out a long, deeply frustrated sigh and clutched at her hair with both hands.

Maybe she should take this as a sign? That she shouldn't make her move on him? Did it mean that while he definitely found her attractive, that he wasn't actually interested in her that way?

Maybe his morning erection was just there for the natural reasons and then outward factors … like her wiggling ass … that would make any man hard based on pure biology.

Maybe.

Could always flash him when he comes out the shower? Her brain offered, in a surprisingly levelled voice. Gentleman or not, if he's interested in you he won't be able to hide liking your girls with them literally right there.

The idea was tempting, surprisingly tempting, and Ino would be proud of her growth in the whole 'admitting you're a sexy bitch Forehead' department.

But no, that wasn't the way to go about it. Throwing on the whole seductress routine would work, and she could definitely seduce him. Naruto had always been a boob guy and from a few alcohol fuelled candid conversations with Hinata … she also knew that Naruto loved a forward approach from his partners.

But … best case scenario? Their relationship would start on the purely physical note and then they'd have to have an awkward and possibly upsetting conversation about what it all meant. It would end happily but she'd always regret that their relationship hadn't started more romantically.

Hard to tell the story of how you got together when the answer was – I jumped him.

And, nightmare, absolutely worst possible scenario? They have sex and then he'd tell her that he wasn't into her like that and that it had just been sex and let's move past it … she'd then have to add Naruto to the list of men she wished she hadn't slept with.

And there was no way in hell she was risking that.

Besides, she was already feeling a bit embarrassed and silly for last night. She almost wished she actually did have a hangover and hadn't just been faking to get Naruto out of the bed before even his oblivious ass noticed the effect he was having on her.

So no, she'd get her shit together, she'd carry on like this morning was just a funny little joke between the two of them and then later, when she could get him alone and talk to him properly … she would tell him how she felt about him.

How she really felt about him.

Not make a move, not seduce him. Talk to him like an adult and tell him she had feelings for him and that she wanted to be his girlfriend. Please.

Bitch please you want to be his damn wife.

Then, forcing that thought aside, she could take him to bed and screw his brains out. For as long as she physically could.

Or cry on Ino's shoulder if he turned her down and at least be comforted with the fact that she'd tried.

Ugh.

Emotions were annoying and she wished she didn't have them.

Almost as much as she wished she hadn't ruined the cute panties she had on. She'd have to find a way to put them back in her case without Naruto noticing them.

Because sweet hearted gentleman or not, Naruto had had more than enough occasions to learn how to recognise wet panties. And that would be way harder to explain than the bottle of wine and two glasses she was now noticing were still on the table near the door.

Though, now she was finally able to think straight, or at least not keep focusing on how nice it was to wake up pressed against Naruto, in his lovely warm arms, her ass rubbing against his …

She mentally shook herself and rolled her eyes. Down girl.

She'd just tell him she'd swiped a bottle of wine because she'd been told Naruto was up in the room and wondered if he wanted a nightcap. Which was actually true.

She'd just leave out the part about how she was gonna go from the nightcap to them getting naked.

And if he said anything about it being weird she'd grabbed wine … well she'd remind him of how they'd done exactly the same thing for Neji and Tenten's wedding when it had been her who had had to go to bed early and he'd shown up with wine and glasses.

He'd been sober and they'd just chilled out in her room, but he'd still come to her room with wine. She was allowed to pretend she was just returning the favour.

Hmmm, it might actually be worth having a word with the front desk to leave the bottle and glasses in their room … it could help with their very important talk later tonight.

While her getting smashed and throwing herself at him would have been unwise, a little liquid courage while she poured her heart out to Naruto wasn't a bad idea.

Plus it'd be romantic as hell to drink wine with Naruto as an actual couple after the fact.

She smiled as the image of a naked Naruto pouring her wine while they lay in bed together in that post amazing sex glow.

Yeah. Yeah, she liked that idea. She'd aim for the positive, leave the wine in the room, share it with Naruto when he was her new boyfriend and let that become a gloriously blissful memory. One she could revisit every time she remembered how they got together.

That'd be a lot more romantic story to tell and as much as she was definitely including hours of sex into their first night as a couple … it'd be nice to have a strictly sweet and romantic version to tell to people who'd ask how they'd finally got together.

It'd be almost as romantic as all the dates she could imagine them going on. Going to restaurants as an actual couple rather than having to awkwardly explain to enthusiastic wait-staff that they were just friends, or pushy salespeople trying to sell what were clearly gifts for spouses at them not being nearly as embarrassing when they were actually together.

And Kushina, Naruto's mother, would be overjoyed and Sakura could finally get rid of that last little niggly self-doubt when she was invited to Uzumaki family functions like that was her surname too.

Because no matter how welcoming and lovely Naruto's family was, and they definitely treated her like part of the family, she always felt just a little bit of … something when they split off in their pairs and yeah … it'd be lovely to be rid of that.

And she didn't want to get ahead of herself but she couldn't help but picture their kids running around. A blond boy with her green eyes and mannerisms and Naruto's good looks sitting next to a bright blue eyed girl with her pink hair and Naruto's cheeky grin, both of them calling her Mommy.

Sakura was picturing her own parents playing with their kids so thoroughly that she jumped when the bathroom door opened and Naruto, wearing just a towel and dripping sexily all over the place emerged and threw her sweet, romantic thoughts out the window.

Cos goddamn her man looked good wet.

Her brain was doing the homina homina homina thing as he ruffled his hair with a towel and smiled warmly at her. Sakura was only barely paying attention to his face though, water droplets running over his muscled chest and stomach in a path she'd love to follow with her tongue were far too distracting for even his handsome face to hold her attention.

Sakura swallowed as the water droplets trickled into the darkened hair of a snail trail and disappeared into the towel tied firmly at his waist. A towel that, like most hotel towels, was definitely too small for a stallion of a man like Naruto Uzumaki.

What had she said about how throwing herself at him was a bad idea? What had she been smoking when she'd said that? If she could move, she'd already have her thighs wrapped round his damn head.

Unluckily for her though, she … um, couldn't move right now. Her legs had turned to jelly and were staying that way as he continued to towel off in front of her.

'Sorry for taking so long Sakura, shower's free now,' he said, walking over to his suitcase and turning away from her. 'How's your head? Good?'

She caught herself, when had she leant forwards? And coughed to clear her throat.

And instead of saying something along the lines of 'very good, come here and let me show you,' she managed to act like an actual mature adult woman and not a horny teenager.

No matter how loud her brain was screaming 'Come to Mama' at him.

'Better actually, it seemed to fade on its own, guess I don't need to be as jealous of your tolerance as I thought,' she said, feeling lamer than she thankfully sounded. 'Let me just grab a shower and we'll head down for breakfast kay?'

Naruto made a noise of acknowledgement and while his back was still turned … it was Sakura's turn to slink into the bathroom, his shirt pulled down low over her thighs to hide the renewed dampness between her legs.

'Well be quick,' he called, with a chuckle as she heard both their phones start to ding with morning notifications. 'If we're too late you know they'll come looking for us and Ino definitely won't stay outside. And if she catches you in those panties and my shirt while I'm in just a towel … well whatever will she think?'

Sakura blushed scarlet, down to her toes, and found that said toes, and the rest of her feet suddenly decided they didn't want to work. They, like the rest of her very curious body, wanted desperately to know exactly what Naruto thought others would think about them being almost naked and together.

Stupid, sexy Naruto, with his saying stupid, sexy hot things and not actually being her boyfriend yet. So she couldn't go over and smack him on his gorgeous ass for being so dirty minded.

And then pounce on him and show him she could be dirtier. So much dirtier.

He turned and their eyes locked for a second, until he gave her a playful wink and shooed her into the bathroom before going back to his suitcase.

It wasn't until she was under the glorious warmth of the water that she came up with a suitably sexy comeback.

'"Suppose you should just come take it back then huh Naruto?"' she mumbled to herself, fluttering her eyelashes at the shower head, making her voice lower and throatier until she caught what she was doing and shook her head. 'No … maybe … "Oh no, guess I'd best take it off right away!" yeah that would be good.'

Ugh, why hadn't she just said that? Either of them would have been hot as fuck! And maybe she could have moved the conversation to getting him to come join her in a much longer shower.

Wait, wasn't she meant to be calming that shit down? Planning a romantic confession and first time for later tonight instead of thinking of good come-hither lines?

But they were really good come-hither lines though!

Stupid, sexy Naruto with his stupid, sexy flirting. Making her want to be equally sexy and flirty and actively stopping her from being able to be.

Whatever, she'd just have to save them for later and hope he set her up that perfectly again or something.

Hell, if tonight went the way she hoped … she'd probably be able to use both of them later. You know, before all the sex they were definitely going to have. All night long.

Wrapping herself in that toe-curling thought, Sakura pushed her hair back and leant back under the spray of water, groaning happily as it washed all the way through her locks and she pretended the water moving over her body was instead Naruto's hands and lips and sighed happily.

She tried not to wonder just what Naruto had been doing in there for so long earlier, her hands drifting over the planes of her body, mimicking where she wanted him to touch her.

She failed though, and she couldn't care less as 'his' hand delved lower.