"Why are you still single, Ao? Why have you never got married? Why are you still here, by my side, unconditionally? How can I set you free?" She asked those questions while looking at a picture he had on his nightstand in which the two of them were young shinobi's . She was alone in his room waiting for him to come. She knew his loyalty towards her was more important than his personal life for him, but she still wondered why, after all these years he never changed.
"Mei-sama!" He enters his room surprised to find her there holding one of his framed pictures. He approaches her to see which picture she holds. A cute smile brightens his face as he realizes it must have wakened beautiful memories in her. "Oh, yes… We look so young and happy here. I wish I could turn back in time to live those moments again."
Mei puts the picture back to where she found it and forcefully grabs his kimono pulling him close to her "Shut up, or I'll kill you!" His eyes widen as he hears those threatening words from her again. "You might be old and grumpy, but I'm still young and happy, you idiot!"
"Mei-sama, I didn't mean to…"She lifts her index finger placing it on his lips."Shh, stop talking. I like you more when you are quiet." Her hand moves downwards to untie his kimono. As she was slowly taking off his clothes, he looked at her wondering why this unusual behavior all of a sudden, but he chose to keep quiet and see what she's up to. He grabbed her chin lifting her head to see those beautiful green eyes she has. He saw something in them. Something he've never seen in her before, but couldn't quite figure out what. One think he knew for sure, that at this point he was trapped in her game and couldn't back off. So, fully aware of the risks he assumes, he leaned towards her to kiss those lustful rose lips. Her fingers playing with his hair while her lips were gently touched by his.
She stopped the soft lip touching between them that wanted to look like a kiss, she stepped a little backwards to get even. He was standing naked in front of her, she measured him with her eyes before starting to take off her dress. Slowly, sensually, glaring at his delighted face expression. She grabbed his hand calling him to lie over her onto his bed.
Making love to her was his deepest desire. He still couldn't believe it actually happened at last. It was the best that ever happened to him. Her smile, her profound glare into his eyes the next morning meant even more than that. He saw this time something more than just desire in her eyes. It was pure love.