A/N: OMG! I've got so many ideas for this fic! But for now, you'll have to excuse the shortness! I hope you like it, and the epicness in store when Naruto and co. storm the Kage Summit as Onoki's bodyguards! Until then, by all means, dear reader, content thyself with this little teaser. This chapter might be just the tinniest bit on the drabble side, but hey, I hope you like it!

Sorry if its short!

Enjoy the ending, y'all~!

I will move mountains to keep my family together.

~Namikaze Naruto.

Bedrock and Rocky Road

Sore.

Naruto was sore-and for good reason. Kurotsuchi had gotten in some good licks during their brief battle. And he was tired. She'd kept him up all night with her sexual romps, lasting more than six hours into the morning. That was to be expected. It had been their anniversary, after all. The lack of sleep and the exhaustion were not. Now, at nearly Eight A.M. in the morning, the Namikaze wanted nothing more than to roll back into bed.

Unfortunately, his wife wasn't proving accomodating in that regard.

Soft lips suckled the back of his neck as bare arms flung themselves around them. Warm breasts, soft and round and oh so damned soft pressed flush against him through the sheets, hardened nipples caressing the surface of his skin. Despite the tender ministrations of his lover, Naruto's desire to sleep, was only strengthened. He was tired. Sex was all well and good when he had the stamina for it. But now, after keeping his wife entertained for most of the night, even the legendary virility of the Uzumaki clan-a testament to the fact she already had a bun in the oven-failed him.

That is, until she sought his lips.

"Good morning, lover." She purred against his mouth, the anger of the previous night forgotten. Gods. He loved it when she spoke like that! Maybe he wasn't so tired after all...

Grrrrrrrrr...

"I'm hungry." She said suddenly, grmacing and pushing off him. "Make me breakfast."

He rolled out of bed.

"Fine." He'd long since become accustomed to her sudden hunger pangs. She was eating for two, after all. "What to you want?"

"I want...you." Her words emerged as little more than a husky whine. "But I also want food." She jammed her lips against his hungrily; as though he could somehow provide her with some much needed nourishment. Naruto returned the kiss with a hunger all his own, his tongue dancing around hers as she ground her hips against him in slow, deliberate movements; her fingers seeking the sheets that prevented him from driving into her.

"Seriously though, what do you want to eat?" Naruto asked, tempering her pout with a chaste kiss as he tore his body from hers. "I'll get it for you."

"Anything?" She pressed, eyes gleaming like jewels, black obsidian, in the morning light. "Anything at all?"

"Anything." Naruto reaffirmed.

"In that case, I want...

Kurotsuchi grinned up at him, all warmth and smiles, and for a moment, he was reminded of just how much he loved her. After fleeing Konoha, he hadn't anywhere to go but to Suna, and whereas Gaara offered him temporary sanctuary from the wrath of Danzou, Iwa had been surprisingly accomodating upon his defection. Oh sure, the Tsuchikage had tried to kill him at first for being the son of the Yondaime Hokage, but once he realized that the demon container came in peace, not war he'd welcomed the boy like some long lost son.

Which was ironic, considering that he already had a son. And a grandaughter. Such a lovely grandaughter, Naruto thought to himself as he reached down, stroking the cheek of his darling bride-to-be. This was the girl-no, this was the woman who'd held his heart in her hands for several years now, and never once had she broken it. Never had she, never would she, break his heart. Ever. He'd always understood her, ever since the Tsuchikage had introduced them to one another. Kurotsuchi was blunt. Direct. Obvious. If she didn't like something, she'd tell you. And Kuro's dislike of him had been all-too evident in the beginning, but as the years the years, they'd grown incredibly close.

...pickles and ice cream!" Kurotsuchi gushed, curling her cheek into his palm. "You'll get it for me, right?"

Those words brought it all crashing down.

Incredulous, Naruto swept a hand through his hair, the blond mess perfecting itself at the touch of his fingertips. His smile did not return. This again? What was with her oddly timed fascination with that damned food! He'd gladly get her anything else, anything that was good for her and the baby, but seriously? Pickles and ice cream? Yuck! How she could swallow the stuff escaped him, and for a moment, disgust loosened his tongue.

"You're kidding, ya know?" It was a mistake, and he tried to snatch the words back. "R-Right, dear?"

There was a silence.

"Naruto," Kurotsuchi grinned; it was a deadly, dangerous grin, "My dear, dear, dear Naruto...

"Eh?"

"If you utter so much as one syllable that isn't 'yes dear'...I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH!"

Naruto turned pale.

"Yes, dear!"

A/N: BEWARE pregnant women! They are violent and unpredictable! I speak from experience! *shudders*

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chappy! Nothing really happened except hilarity, but that's a fine ending in my book.

Bye, all~!

~Fin.

R&R! =D