A/N: So the thing is, this story is a pretty happy and funny kind of story; or at least I like to think so... But, I just couldn't be satisfied without seeing my favorite Naruto ladies ALSO happily satisfied along with Naruto and Sasuke. I actually really like the characters of Ino, Sakura, and Hinata; just not as like... useless housewives, or women pining to impress their men. Call me a feminist who shouldn't be reading/watching Naruto anyways - I don't care! I want a better ending for everyone LOL. I recently got a flame review on my story (What) Should Have Been (Mine) that accused me of being Anti-Sakura and Anti-Hinata BUT I'M REALLY NOT? Luckily, I don't really care about flames (well-thought out criticisms are great though; I'm totally open to them) but I've been thinking about the girls ever since.

(Also shameless plug for (What) Should Have Been (Mine), my latest angsty SasuNaru fic; go check it out y'all)

And so, in addition to our lovely best boys Sasuke and Naruto being sweet and ridiculous in their own relationship; this chapter ALSO feature InoSaku content! You gotta love epilogues; they give me the opportunity to collect and present to you all of my tangential thoughts that didn't make sense to include in the main story.

Last thing! If you've read my other story, Us, which is a collection of my attempts in trying to improve my sexual content writing skills, the SNS sex scene may appear a little familiar...; but I've reworked everything, so hopefully you can still enjoy yourselves reading this in a whole new way! Love, K.M.

Who's On Top?

Ino flounced into Sakura's office for lunch a few days later; her hair and make-up done-up even nicer than usual, holding a basket in one hand and a pink envelope in the other, emboldened with the word 'Thank You!' in her very best calligraphy.

"Thanks for throwing me such a fabulous birthday party! I made lunch, and got your secretary to block off an extra long lunch break so that you can finally relax," Ino explained, laying the envelope on her desk, and busying herself taking out and arranging all of the food she had brought.

The two had a fantastic lunch, with all of Sakura's favorites; anko dumplings, umeboshi, and of course, nothing spicy. Ino was positively beaming by the end of it, apparently thrilled that Sakura enjoyed herself; though why such an regular occurrence would please her so much after almost two decades of friendship escaped Sakura, who looked a bit confused.

"I know, I know! It's not such a big deal that we throw parties for each other, and cook for each other, and enjoy our time together, but I'm just so elated today! I don't even know what's put me in such a good mood either!" she said, smiling wide the whole while.

That was a blatant lie. Indeed, she had actually just passed by Sasuke's house on the way over to work that morning, and was treated to a very beautiful scene of him and Naruto sweetly spooning each other in the soft sunlight of the early morning. Sasuke had evidently come home a few days early because Shikamaru had warned her that Naruto would be sulking until at least midway through next week (when Sasuke had been set to return).

Obviously, Ino was glad that her friend was home, safe and sound, but his early return had also felt like a good omen for Ino's plans, and she wanted to squeal, it was going to be such a good day.

Sakura shook her head, but began smiling too. Ino was so extra sometimes, but she was happy to have her in her life. Her energy and confidence had always brightened how she viewed her own life and made her value herself more than she used to.

Not that she would ever say so, out-loud.

That's not the sort of thing that friends said to each other, after all. And although Sakura often rationalized that that was because it was just understood, and there was no point in making things explicitly heavy with emotion; sometimes she wondered if it was because most friends did not feel so deeply inspired and changed by their best friend…

She was too embarrassed to say anything about it either way.

Sakura was happy to have Ino in her life as they currently stood with each other; after an awkward post-war re-start they had become better friends than ever before. She mattered to Sakura, a lot, and she saw no reason to risk it for… Well, for anything, even if she did sometimes get the sense that she was internally hiding from herself.

Suddenly, Ino sighed, "Don't you ever get tired of keeping so many thoughts all to yourself in that head of yours? You should just tell people, specifically me, what's on your mind!...I mean, I do know that it's a roomy head and all but-,"

Sakura kicked her under her chair. Not expecting the kick (although she really, really should have after all these years) Ino fell flat on her back, and gasped out loud. One of her heels fell off and clattered to the floor and it made Ino suddenly burst out into laughter.

Sakura, for some reason, couldn't help it either, staring at her friend whose legs were dangling in the air - one shoe on and one shoe off - and started laughing too. They didn't even stop laughing to notice Karin walking in, holding a stack of files, and wordlessly laying them on a dresser to the side. The redhead rolled her eyes and wondered just what everyone in Konoha was smoking.

Eventually, however, Sakura wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes, walked over, and pulled the chair back into it's proper position; and Ino slipped her shoes back on, smoothing out her skirt too.

It was a nice skirt, Sakura noticed; falling just at her knees in an A-line cut; a soft layer of pink tulle over a darker purple satiny fabric. She distinctly remembered telling Ino to try on a skirt that looked just like that when it was a new item at the fancy new international boutique that opened up near the trade routes, only that one had been a little too small and too short to wear to work. This one was just her size, and emphasized the lean lines of her legs, and the swell of her hips when she crossed her legs. It was a subtle sort of sexy; professional in its modest length, but cut and draped just right to make people want to stare, run their hands below its hem, up her thighs...

"There you go again, spacing out!" Ino said, moving forward to cup her hand around Sakura's delicate jawline. Sakura noticed that the pupils in her big blue eyes were dilated. Dilated?

"...I'd ask you more about it, but unfortunately, I have to get going," Ino said.

She walked to the door of Sakura's office and turned around, "I'll see you! Probably sooner, rather than later." And then, with a wink and wave, she was gone.

With a slight blush on her face, (and just where was that heat coming from?) the Dean of Medicine decided to open and read the pink envelope.

Sasuke -X- Naruto

For Sakura Haruno

When Sasuke comes back home from his missions; horny, impatient, wanting to drown himself in his lover's embrace after so so long - he can't help but lose his control, lose the calm demeanor he normally dons under the strength of his desires. It's lucky for him that Naruto is so good at obliging him.

Sasuke likes it when Naruto raises himself onto his knees, tan legs spread slightly apart, and clutches a pillow in trembling arms, biting the fabric to suppress his whines when Sasuke licks him up the length of his back, marks the delicious skin of his neck. Sasuke knows that the marks will disappear soon enough, but he can't help himself; can't help how much he loves the red color blooming across Naruto's tanned skin after he bites and sucks, wanting to leave his trace, however temporary, on him after missing him for so long.

He likes to get Naruto all nicely hot and bothered; tracing patterns with his tongue down his strong arms, his defined abs, his collarbone, his inner thighs. Then, he likes to move his tongue and his fingers into his entrance; working him until the rim of his hole is pink and puffy from Sasuke's tongue plunging in and out of him, the feeling of being fingered open in preparation for how Sasuke was going to fuck him with his cock. He likes to bite the sensitive juncture where his thighs meet his ass, pushing him to the point where the blond desperately twists around and begs him for more - solely with his beautiful blue eyes - so that Sasuke can shove him face first into the pillow and have him like an animal, dirty, hard, hot. Sasuke likes to bottom out on his first thrust, picking up a brutal pace that shakes the bed frame and drives into Naruto's prostate hard enough to make him see white. Lips wet from his panting, cock rubbing against the fabric of the sheets below, he looks so desperate that Sasuke can't help but grin, and take him deeper.

Then, when Naruto is on the verge of ecstasy, he likes to slow down to a painfully slow pace and perversely gaze at the place where his body thrusts into Naruto's, tracing the rim of his entrance, squeezing down around his cock, with the tips of his fingers. And as Naruto grows more and more desperate for release, Sasuke uses his Sharingan to memorize the way his hole stretches wantonly around his length, sucking him in as deep as it can, silently begging to be pounded into the mattress. Sasuke likes to torture him, moving just a little faster, barely brushing him where he wants it - drawing whine after whine out of his lover.

Later, when Naruto is busy playing innocent and charming as Konoha's Savior, Sasuke will re-watch the memories and fist his own cock to the sweet, hot sounds Naruto makes trying to take him in deeper, aching for him, the side of him that nobody else knows.

He likes to torture him like this so that when Naruto, hysterical with want, tries to reach down and bring himself off, he can slam his hands above his head and growl into his ear that he doesn't get off unless he begs for it. Naruto is so far gone, body trembling in arousal that he doesn't even protest. He clenches his eyes shut, fists the sheets beneath him, and screams that he needs Sasuke's cock fucking him now, and that he needs him to fill him with his cum, needs him to make him his on every level; that he's the only one who can make him feel this way, and that heloveshim.

Sasuke likes to suck hard him right below his ear, over his pulse point, and move his hands over his chest, telling him that he's the sexiest thing he's ever seen, and that of course he would; would always, since he's the only one who can satisfy him. And before Naruto can make a single sound, he lifts his hips up with both hands and fucks him so mercilessly, that Naruto can do nothing but scream as he drowns in such pleasure and intensity that he can't even remember his own name. Naruto, with his stamina, always comes several times in a row, but the last time, he does so right after Sasuke, the sensation of being filled up, pushing him over the edge as black spots cloud his vision, urging him to slip into unconsciousness.

Sasuke likes to pull out as slowly as possible, watching every drop of his essence drip down Naruto's exhausted, quivering legs. It feels good to have him like this; loose and pliant in his arms, wanting him so much that he lets Sasuke see him like this, have him like this, trusting him, even though Sasuke could do anything to him like this. The Eighth Hokage of Konoha on his knees, dripping with Sasuke Uchiha's cum running down his trembling legs, glistening on his skin. The reality of the situation threatens to make him hard again.

But when Naruto turns to him with a slow smile, he feels his heart fill with such tender affection, he doesn't know what he should do with himself. He likes to leave the room and try to compose the pounding heart and racing thoughts that Naruto always managed to give him; coming back with a washcloth and some water for both of them. He's satisfied now, control back in place after his heart is filled with Naruto and the security he gives him; has always given him.

He likes to fall asleep spooning Naruto from the back, with their bodies pressed so close he can't feel where he ends and Naruto begins. Then, when he can hear Naruto begin to snore, he likes to kiss him on the crown of his head and tell him he loves him. He kisses Naruto's lips, and pretends he can't see Naruto's grin in response. He doesn't know how he managed to luck out, to catch Naruto in his arms, but now that he's here, he knows he'll never let him go.

X

Actually, I lied; you also have the rest of the day off! Go home, get in the bath I prepared for you, and then... well, you'll find out when it happens :) It should be illegal to act the way you do, teasing me with how cute you are, looking at me with your bright green eyes full of love, lust; how long did you think that I could hold out for? I thought you might want to be the one to ask me out, since I was the one who initiated many firsts in our relationship, but then I decided that I was definitely not patient enough to wait even one more day to finally… Well, come home and find out?

Yours,

Ino

"I-Ino..." Sakura's voice was small and tight as she sat at her desk, staring at the last words of the hand-delivered letter gripped in her trembling hands. She heard a bell toll from somewhere outside her office and startled up right. Uncomfortably, she shifted where she sat; she felt that she was wet, and it made the fabric of her panties stick to her, and made her head race with thoughts of how the rest of her night might turn out.

She sprinted home, not noticing the twinkling sound of laughter coming from just outside her office window.

'I mean I'm pretty versatile too,' Ino thought, running home after her, a few minutes later, 'And it's not that I don't think Sakura shouldn't get to top me...'

She leaped in through the bedroom window, running her fingers through her long blond hair. The sunlight glinted off of the light-colored strands and formed an ethereal halo around her person, making her look regal and powerful, if Ino didn't say so herself. She grinned at her own reflection, standing up to her full height; taller than Sakura.

'But I'm definitely topping tonight; the lights just right, I look great, so maybe it just feels like the kind of day that blonds get to have their fun? Sasuke should watch out too, haha!'

Ino shook her head at her own ridiculous thoughts, and silently slipped out of her clothes.

"Achoo!" Sasuke rubbed at his nose, eyebrows raised in confusion.

Naruto sat up from where he was crouched between Sasuke's spread legs, and pulled his fingers out of him; trying not to moan from how hard Sasuke clamped down around him as Naruto drew back. He moaned anyways. "You're sick? I mean, I know that you're not me, but that's really rare!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, figuring that he probably should not be fingering or blowing his sick boyfriend; even though they had just been getting to the good part. Damn.

Naruto held in a sigh with much difficulty, "Let's stop here for tonight then."

Sasuke shook his head. "No... I don't think that I'm sick," he mused, meeting Naruto's questioning look with a shrug, "More like a random chill and I want you to continue...You haven't fucked me in weeks," he said slowly, deliberately rolling his hips up, and pulling Naruto's body down towards his own. "Don't stop now."

Naruto looked mildly troubled still, but then suddenly grinned, "Maybe it's that kind of sneeze, the one you get when someone's talking about you?~"

Naruto winked, and Sasuke pinched one of his whiskered cheeks, trying to hide a grin himself, "Yeah, you are," he said, "I could have heard your sighing and longing for me, all the way from Kiri, and that's before Shikarmaru phoned me to come home so you wouldn't peste- ahhn!"

Naruto leaned down and sunk three of his fingers deep into his lover, yet again, curling them up and into his prostate. "Well if you're healthy, then I'm continuing!" he said, with a cheeky wink, but Naruto was also blushing a little.

His lover wasn't wrong after all, when Sasuke was on his mission, Naruto had been missing him. But only just a little.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and looked up at Naruto, as he reached over to the nightstand for more lubricant. The blond squeezed some out onto his hands and leaned back, beginning to stroke himself, liberally coating his erection. The sweat dripped off of his forehead, rolling down his face, gathering in the dips of his collarbone. His hair was damp too, glistening in the late afternoon sunlight in stark contrast to the intensity behind his blue eyes.

Sasuke bit his lips and looked away. The dobe always looked good (not that he needed to know) but the way he looked now…

Sasuke parted his legs a little wider, hissing when Naruto sank his length into him, hips pressed hard into the back of his trembling thighs. Sasuke reached up to kiss his lips, and rake his fingers through his hair, running his hands over the smooth skin of his face, until Naruto sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, biting down a little when he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Sasuke groaned in frustration.

Just when did this moron get so hot?

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this latest epilogue chapter! I would be ever so grateful if you left me a review with your thoughts if time permits, or otherwise dropping me a follow/fav if you found it enjoyable.

Take care of yourselves! It's getting cold where I live! Love, K.M.