Chapter 3: The Hokage and His Wife
-That Night-
With two children put into bed, a number of pesky last minute annoyances shooed away from her husband's office, and the enormous Hokage tower final locked up for the night, Hinata made her way back upstairs. She approached Naruto's office, only to push open the door and find the circular room empty.
"Naruto-kun?" Hinata asked quietly, stepping inside. Immediately the breath was forced out of her as a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her against and big, solid chest.
"Hinata-chan," the First Golden Hokage whispered huskily in her ear, tracing the shell with his tongue and leaving her with no doubt about his intent. Hinata sighed into him, letting his arms support her and leaning against his chest. This sensation, when he held her, made her feel so calm. She turned her head to bury her nose into his shirt, breathing in his scent. This was safe, she thought, this was home, more than the clan's compound had ever been. Naruto's arms provided more of a sanctuary than any fortress.
"Hinata-chan," he repeated, just as huskily, "go to the bedroom. I'll lock up, and then come and . . ."
"I already locked up, Naruto-kun," Hinata interrupted him dreamily. This seemed to be the correct response, as she once again had her breath stolen from her when he jerked her around in his arms and kissed her, forceful but not rough.
"What would I do without you, Hinata-chan?" he asked, his breath fanning her ear as his nose brushed along her cheek. Hinata just smiled to herself and placed her lips ever so lightly against his mouth, inviting it to crush hers in another demanding kiss. Naruto didn't waste time, his tongue demanding immediate entrance into her mouth. She gave it willingly, indeed desperately, as her palms pressed flat to his chest and she leaned against him for balance, drunk on his taste and dizzy from his touch.
"Let's have another one," Naruto suggested, when they came up for air. He rested his forehead against hers and he looked deep into her pale eyes.
"Another what?" Hinata asked, blinking slowly, hazily back at him.
"Baby," one of Naruto's hands left her back and slipped beneath the front of her shirt, gliding over her stomach in a possessive caress.
Hinata grinned at him. "Another girl?" she asked playfully, slipping her arms around his neck, "another little hellion for my cousin to run around after?"
"Give us more time to ourselves," Naruto agreed, "make Usagi much happier, since Neji would have someone else to take care of."
"Sounds like a plan," Hinata rubbed herself against her husband, fully aware of the bump pressing against her stomach.
Naruto moaned. "Oh, Hinata," he whispered, before bending down to pull her off her feet and into his arms. One arm went under her knees, the other stroked up and down her back as she cuddled into his shoulder, her face buried in his neck. It reminded her of how he had carried her away from the Hyuuga mansion, the last time she had ever laid eyes on it over his shoulder. They had not even left the office when Hinata's mouth began to explore the flesh exposed to her, kissing gently, then biting down only to trace the marks she left with her tongue.
They were halfway to the bedroom when Naruto decided he'd had enough of this. What she was doing to his neck made his eyes roll. Letting her legs drop he pushed her against a wall, pinning her arms above her head, his mouth coming down to crush hers again. His mouth dominated hers as one of his hands brushed down her arm to the zipper of her damnable coat. He hated this thing, sometimes, how much it hid from him, how much trouble it was to get off to reveal more of his beautiful wife to him. It dropped heavily to the floor to allow his hands to glide over her body.
Her hands freed when she had let him pull her arms out of her coat, Hinata ran her palms over his chest, tugging the white shirt up out of his pants to slip her hands under it to touch his bare skin. His muscles rippled under her touch, and she felt the all consuming desire to trace each one with her tongue. Marriage to Naruto, as well as two pregnancies, had taught her to obey her cravings, so she gently kissed her way down his neck until she reached his shirt collar. Pushing his coat off his shoulders she tugged impatiently at the hem of his shirt until he obligingly pulled it off, exposing his broad, muscular chest to her hungry eyes. And her hungry mouth.
Naruto was generally obliged to let Hinata do whatever she wanted during sex. This was the reason. God her mouth was wonderful, instantly seeking out his most sensitive places, running her tongue along the ridges between his muscles, tracing each of his few battle scars with tender lips. She ran her tongue over all the right places as his fingers buried themselves in her thick dark hair. It was only when her teeth began to pull at the drawstrings of his waistband that his grip tightened, forcing her to a stop.
Hinata glanced up to see Naruto's eyes half closed, his breathing ragged, his head tilted back. "Don't tease me, Hinata," he growled, though with a certain tenderness in his voice, "don't tease me."
And then they were kissing and trying to get to the bedroom as fast as they could manage. The walk was crazy, first one leading the way backwards, then the other, somewhere along the way Hinata's shirt and bra being discarded, their hands roaming all over each other, refusing to forsake contact.
Once they reached the bedroom Hinata found herself pushed up against something again, though this time it was the door. Naruto continued ravaging her mouth for another moment, then broke the heated kiss to bend down and scoop her up in his arms again, bridal style this time, so that he was looking down at her, cradled in his arms, as he kicked open the door and carried her to the bed.
Seeing the way he fought, one might expect Naruto to be rough, but he was exceedingly gentle as he laid her down on the bed. He discarded his own pants before sitting on the bed beside her. She tried to sit up, to kiss him again, but he gently pushed her back down so he could see her, all of her, lying in his bed, already aching for him. "You're beautiful, Hinata-chan," he breathed.
This earned him the blush he had come to love so much, as he gently ran the knuckles of one hand over her cheek. She stared up at him as his eyes traveled up and down her body, his hands ghosting over her skin, not touching her but close enough that she could feel the heat emanating from his palms. She let him pull off her pants, then closed her eyes in pleasure at the simple touch of his hands running over her legs, one hand stroking her inner thigh, the other running up her leg to glide over her hip.
Naruto bent over her. "Hinata," he kissed her navel, "tell me," he licked at her left breast, "what you want . . ." his mouth closed over the tiny hard bead and she arched her back in pleasure, molding her stomach to his. Her fingers worked into his blond hair as she tugged at him, trying to pull him upwards.
"You," she whispered with the little breath he left her with, "all I've ever wanted was you."
He groaned, and the sound vibrated through her breast as he continued to torture her nipple. "Hinata . . . Hinata . . ."
"Naruto-kun," she whispered breathlessly, "Naruto-kun I can't . . . mmmmm!"
Naruto had pulled down her panties and slipped a finger inside her. He pressed into her and she threw her head back, then stared at him with wild eyes. "No!" she gasped, "No I want . . . I want . . ." she clawed at his boxers. Naruto reached down and removed them, tossing them and her panties aside.
"Hinata," he whispered one last time before he pushed into her. Naruto groaned and Hinata's head was thrown back as she gasped again. Just like every time the sheer size of him made her eyes roll, and just like every time she drove him crazy with her tightness. Her legs went around his waist, pulling him in deeper. His arms were braced on either side of her head, his eyes burning with passion above her.
Hinata drew in several ragged breaths before she could feel or sense anything but his demanding presence inside of her. Her eyes slowly slid into focus, and she stared up at her husband. Their eyes finally met, hers burning into his, and she whispered the command he could not have disobeyed to save his soul. "Move in me."
He withdrew slowly, sliding himself over her clit and making her squirm under him. Her fingers were in his hair and her head was again thrown back, offering him her neck to burn with a trail of light kisses. And then he pushed in again, a little faster this time, stretching her, filling her. She whimpered.
"Hinata-chan," he murmured against her throat, withdrawing again to hold himself poised over her, "I . . ."
Naruto never got to finish the thought. At that precise moment Hinata's hips bucked, forcing him back into her, and whatever he had been about to say was lost in the sound of his groan and her gasp.
At first his rhythm was slow, tender as he breathed into her throat. Then he hit that spot and all attempt to savor the experience was lost at her punctuated cry. He loved the little breathy sounds she made, loved the tiny noises, between a scream and whimper, that escaped her when he was in her. He picked up his pace, the sounds of her pleasure ringing in his ears, his whole body singing in response.
Hinata's eyes rolled as he leaned into her, balancing on his elbows as he moved faster and faster, his mouth locked on the column of her throat. "Naruto-kun," the ragged cry burst from her throat, "Naruto-k . . . Naruto . . . kuuuuun!"
Her scream of release was all he needed to topple over the edge. She felt the warmth of his come inside her, he felt her spasms of aftershock clenching him as tiny ripples of pleasure washed over them.
The first thing Hinata felt when she came back to herself was his light kisses on her neck. She smiled, moving to get out from under him so she could cuddle into his arms, but he held her still, covering her with his body. "Just a minute, Hinata-chan," he whispered, pulling a sheet up between their bodies to cover her and reaching for his discarded boxers.
Once decently covered, Naruto stalked to the window. Bracing himself with both hands on the sill, he leaned out and yelled, "You had better have a damn good explanation for this Pervy Sage!"
Sannin Jiraiya, Naruto's former sensei, stepped out of the shadows outside the window, rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling nervously. "Uh, research?" he tried.
A swirling ball of concentrated chakra appeared in Naruto's hand. "You have five seconds to get off my roof. Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . ."
"Wait, wait wait!" Jiraiya waved his hands as though to ward off the Hokage, "I have a good excuse this time! Honest!"
"Is the excuse one of your pervy books?" Naruto asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jiraiya gave a mock look of offense. "Really Naruto!" he asked, feigning a wounded tone, "Is that really the only thing you think I think about?"
"It is the only thing you think about," Naruto said flatly.
If one can apply the word to a 60 year old ninja, Jiraiya pouted. At last, casting a disappointed look at the still covered Hinata, he held a scroll out to Naruto. "There's been a slight change in plans for the visiting Kages," he told his former pupil, "It seems your guests were so eager to see you they're arriving two days early."
"Tomorrow?" Naruto furrowed his brow, letting the rasengan dissipate and taking the scroll.
Jiraiya grinned, "Looks like you got some work to do tonight kid! No more time to spend with your sweetheart today!" then laughed as he evaded the punch Naruto aimed at his head by leaping backwards off the roof.
