Once home in their room he laid her on the bed gently, keeping close contact, all the time trying to not loose his balance. His mouth kissing all the places of exposed skin it could reach. His heart was hammering in his ears, his blood pumping to the needed areas. She smelled of peaches and passion. Her body already aching at just the thought of him. Having his body pressed up against hers made her dizzy.
"How are you going to show me you love me?" he asked, pulling away from her slender body so he could drink in her beautiful flushed form.
"By not killing you" she taunted hitting him in the upper arm playfully.
"Sakura," he whined as he dove his face into her cleavage, nipping one breast then the other.
Her laughter would have been heard by the whole tower if Naruto hadn't permanently sealed the room for sound. He learned over and over on their short honeymoon how loud she liked to get.
"Stop it," she ordered, as she pushed him away halfheartedly, he left a trail of saliva of where he had explored.
His predatory instincts heated, pushing the black cloth away from her breast exposing a pointed nipple. A hungry mouth engulfed it, nibbling and sucking. Bringing moan after wanting moan out of the owner of the exposed flesh. Green painted nails dug through blond scalp as he traveled down her toned body. Her dress was in the way, his own clothing began to feel restricting and bothersome. He righted himself to correct the situation but found that his lovely wife swept her leg out and knocked him on his ass. From her pack she retrieved a kunai on her way to the floor with him. Danger danced in her eyes as she straddled him.
She made quick work of his shirt. A small scratch ran over his ribs as droplets of blood beaded in a line. With the flat of her tongue she licked his wound. She had a way of turning this hunter into prey. He wasn't about to play nice if she wasn't. Surprising her, he got the black blade from her and sliced her dress up the middle, cold metal never defiling her creamy skin. Under it was some black fishnet covering her hips down to mid thigh. Under that shone a pair of bright red underwear. Her breast he had attacked was half hanging out of her red bra with the strap off her shoulder, while the other one still hid behind the lace. He had no qualms about turning her undergarments to ribbons. Before he could, her small frame pinned the blond to the floor sending the weapon into a distant wall.
Plump lips ambushed wind burned ones in a lust filled kiss. He pushed her up with a little effort, the straddling woman was taken to the floor. Strong thighs locked around his hips as he pushed against her. It wasn't enough, she needed more. She unlocked herself from him so a hand could slip down to his pants and grab a handful of his most sensitive parts. It wasn't rough, or mean. It was pleading, drawing him in with a simple unspoken request of love in its purest of physical forms. He wasn't one to deny her anything. He stripped her of the rest of her clothes while shedding his a second later.
She was the one who was suppose to show him how much she loved him but he was the one being dominating. Being submissive to him when she didn't want to was as good as any way to show how she felt about him. He pushed himself inside her. Pleasure rippled through her alert body. One upside to the pregnancy hormones, everything was on edge. He rocked his body against hers, he watched as her face contorted in bliss. She chewed on her lips to keep from saying all the dirty words floating through her mind. He slammed into her fully and rolled his hips. Breath caught in her throat, as a wave of new found joy pulsed through her. A hand reached out and slapped his ass surprising him. His fox grin graced his face as his hands claimed her hips. He was up on his knees as he pulled her onto his throbbing member repeatedly. He felt too far away in this position but she couldn't get words out of her mouth other than his name. She clawed at the rug as her body burst from the rapture only he could send her to.
His body responded to hers and followed suit, his release spreading into her. Exhaustion from the fight and their love makings caught up to him and he collapsed onto her. Recovering her breath took some work with the heavy male on top of her.
"Let's move to the bed," she suggested as the hard flood didn't give much comfort with the added weight on top of her.
"You're the one who brought us down here," he reminded her.
"I didn't plan on sleeping down here, get off me fatty," she whined trying to push the lethargic man off her.
He only chuckled at her wasted efforts. Nuzzling into her skin he did his best to ignore her pleas.
"You're going to hurt the baby," she lied to see his reaction.
She was off the floor and captured in his arms like a blushing bride before she could process how he could move so fast after being so tired. He tucked them both into bed. A strong hand resting firmly on her belly, thinking of all the possibilities. A beautiful girl with her mother's eyes, a strong boy with his fox grin. He didn't know how to feel about his friend's request for a girl. If his sons followed their father's foot steps in having more than one wife, he wasn't sure he wanted that for his little girl. If he had a boy, he could go for an older woman and marry one of the girls. Knowing Sasuke, he wasn't done having kids yet. So it was still possible for his son to end up with a younger woman.
His wife had a good point, their child may not want to end up with an Uchiha. He decided to stop worrying about it and just enjoy the fact that he was going to be a father. Getting through the pregnancy was a more relevant worry than who his child was going to marry at this point.
Sakura waited till she heard his even breaths of slumber before she slipped out of his protective grasp. Walking over to her dresser as she removed her forehead protector and placed it lovingly down. She scribbled something down on a piece of paper and grabbing some cloths as she maneuvered out of the room without making a sound so she didn't disturb the sleeping man.
Naruto slept peacefully until the afternoon sun shone through his window. He knew something was off but his mind was still protesting waking up. He hadn't woke to empty arms since Sakura had come home. Searching the room for her, his eyes landed on the red fabric on the dresser. His heart shuddered as he got up and moved across the room to the forbidding object. Her forehead protector lay neatly folded with a note by it. A finger traced over the cold metal before he picked it up. He read her hastily written words, he cursed as his massive hand crushed the defenseless paper.
Rushing to his office he found both assistants working away at the pile of paper work that never seemed to ever be done.
"Have you seen Sakura?" he asked them, his tone betraying his feelings.
"She was here a while ago filing some paperwork, she said you would know exactly what it was about. Its around here somewhere if you want to look at it," Haruko offered shuffling some papers around.
He looked at the sun, he didn't have time to wait. He left before his assistants could stop him. Panic was rising as he realized how large of a head start she had on him. There was no way to teleport to her by now. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice and let her get away. The same question kept running around his brain. Why did she leave? He couldn't figure it out. Only thing that sounded slightly reasonable was if she though he would never get over his jealousy. Even if that was the case that didn't give her the right to run away with his child. He didn't want to involve the demon child he called his student. He'd get Sasuke to help him. Then it could be kept quiet.
Once to the Uchiha compound, he found Sasuke sitting on his porch drinking tea.
"I need your help right now," the Hokage demanded.
"What's wrong?" Sasuke asked, standing and checking for his sword.
"Sakura is gone, we have to go after her," Naruto explained, fear gripping at his words.
Sasuke visibly relaxed and gave him a stupid look. Naruto then went on to tell him in great detail what had happened since he woke without her. As he paced back and forth he spoke of every worry, every step, and even threw her forehead protector at his friend as if that proved she was gone. Sasuke signed and moved to block his path. The palm of the Uchiha's hand smacked into the forehead of the Uzumaki. The poor man blink in disbelief that his friend had assaulted him at a time like this.
"You need to stop thinking before you hurt yourself," Sasuke stated, a slight smile tugging his lips on his otherwise emotionless face.
