Naruto ended up staying late in the office because he had taken so long at lunch. It had been worth it to see his wife looking like she felt a little more like herself again. He pulled at his white robes as he was pondering what his next move should be with the whirlwind of destruction with pink hair when his head of ANBU came in and dropped a long list on the desk in front of him. He looked over the names carefully, he knew most of them and their abilities personally. Before he had become Hokage he had been pretty active at the academy trying to instill the will of fire to the next generations of ninja. His position now left less free time to go there and observe and encourage the kids but he tried to make a point of seeing the children in person and not just learning about them from a piece of paper. He felt old seeing some of their names on the list before him.
"Is this really the recommendations for new ANBU?" the blond asked, he had never seen the list so long.
"I've had a few request retirement from ANBU to start families," Snake answered.
"My wife is on the list, did she request the position?" Naruto wondered feeling a cocktail mixture of emotions stirring in him, some stronger than others.
"No, I nominated her," came the stoic answer of the subordinate.
Naruto looked at the masked man to see if he could figure out the path his mind had taken by his body posture. As usual, he couldn't read the man, his relaxed pose spoke more of boredom than anything else. He was sure Snake had a million comebacks for any of the snide remarks he had running through his mind.
"Does this mean you trust her now?" the Sixth inquired.
"You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies," Snake didn't finish his sentence as the leader of the Leaf shot to his feet and pounded a fist on the desk, snapping the wooden furnishing in half. Smiling behind his mask, Sasuke didn't even flinch at the outburst. Seeing Naruto so passionate about something, it reminded him of better days. On his journey he had come to miss the loud mouth screaming about becoming Hokage so that all the village would notice him. The small spark the pink haired temptress had lit when she walked back into their lives, was now a raging fire behind the Hokage's eyes. One day he would have to thank her, the blond was way more fun since she came home.
"Snake," came a warning tone from the infuriated man.
"If I didn't trust her I wouldn't have allowed her name on the list," Snake sighed, doing his best to sound annoyed with the childish man behind the broken mess.
"I don't want her in ANBU," a much calmer Naruto announced pinching the bridge of his nose. It wasn't like he had any doubts about her abilities but he would rather make her a sensei to a trio of unruly kids, then he could stick her on D and C rank missions forever and she couldn't complain about it one bit.
"Then don't approve her and she'll never even know she was on the list. I just know her drive, she won't sit by and be happy with what she has accomplished so far. She is going to want to further her ninja career. I have one at home I've been trying to convince to retire for ages now," Sasuke shared his difficulties he was having with his own wife.
"I have to tell her, you know what she'll do to me if I don't? I like my bones intact," he shivered, wiping a hand over his face eying his desk like it offended him it broke so easily. It wasn't the first one to be destroyed by him having a seemingly harmless conversation with the head of ANBU, and it was probably far from the last the way his teammate liked to test him.
"Either way, its your funeral," shrugged the ANBU operative.
Naruto knew the truth of that. He would tell her sooner or later but for now he was going to go home and get some much needed quality time with his wife. He dismissed the snake mask and decided to walk to his lodging, maybe the exercise would give him an idea of how on to seduce his wife who had been acting like a prude since the baby was born. He had become accustom to her running about with hardly a stitch of clothing on and now she was covering all the parts he had come to adore her to show when they were alone. He quietly walked into the apartment, careful to not make a lot of noise. His daughter was usually asleep in her crib by this time for the small part of the night she spent sleeping alone. He moved to their bedroom to find a sight he had been longing to see.
Sakura was standing in front of a mirror in nothing but a matching set of dark blue lace underwear. He felt himself tick to life just at the sight of her smooth curves and soft skin. Her scars still lingered on her arms in a decorative pattern that she refused to have removed or reduced. She said they reminded her of how close to death she was and how she would never forget that she had a lot of things to live for. They reminded Naruto that she wasn't immortal and he needed to handle her with care even if she had monster strength she was still a woman who he would always help when her pride got her in over her head.
She was scrutinizing all the soft fleshy patches she had never had before. A lifetime as a ninja had kept her body fit and toned. He watched as jade eyes criticized the undesired extra pounds. Her hands moved over her body, thinking of the different exercises she was going to have to do to wake up old muscles. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't realize there was someone standing in the doorway finding the scene very erotic. Naruto wanted to glide his hands behind hers, feeling everything she did. She turned to look at her behind, lace covered half of her rump but Naruto's imagination could fill in what she didn't expose. Her small wondering hands started at the back of her rib cage and moved over her love handles to her ass. A small curse crossed her lips as she wanted her old body back.
"You're beautiful," came the words he wanted to prove to her. She spun to face him in surprise, eyes darting around to find her silk robe to cover all the things she hated about herself. When she found the flowered pattern she was seeking her hands dove for it but he was faster, locking her to him, "don't hide from me," he purred in her ear sending a shiver down her spin.
She felt a flame ignite in her neglected feminine parts by his simple words. He pushed her to the bed, laying her on her back, his hands tracking all the spots he had watched her cross. His mouth found its way to her neck and his hips pushed his now excited member against her. She was finding it hard to breath with the sudden attack on her despised body. She didn't want him to touch her until she had her old figure back, her mind was screaming for her to slam him through the wall and not let him see how far she had fallen but her body betrayed her as it longed for him. His touch, his breath, his skin, everything that he had pushed up against her so she could feel his very soul intertwine with her own.
"Your doctor cleared you, right?" he asked, his lips brushing her neck, sending sparks across her sensitive skin.
She nodded not trusting her voice, it would tell him more than she wanted to confess.
"What's wrong? Am I going too fast?" he questioned pulling back from her so he could look into the green paned widows to her soul.
She couldn't look at him when she confessed her worries, her eyes sought the safety of the walls, "what if its too different and you don't like it anymore."
He smiled down at her, her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink to a deep red. It wasn't going to be rouge ninja, Petal bitches, or using illusion techniques when her chakra was gone that was going to kill her, she was going to die of embarrassment right in front of her idiot husband.
"Sakura, sex with you is like ramen, no matter what the flavor, hot or cold, I'm going to love it," he tried to comfort her. He moved into kiss her lips but a hand flew up and grabbed his face. Her palm rested against his lips as her fingers stretched out over his face. He could see the scowl on her features through her fingers.
"You're comparing sex with me to ramen?" she glared, her temper making her forget her embarrassment.
He spoke some words but they were mumbled by her hand. She let go of him to hear how he would dig himself a bigger hole to make as his grave.
"People always compare sex with food. It was hot and spicy, she was like a cold fish, or cherry pie. All I'm saying is to me, making love to you is similar to my views on ramen. If I could get away with it, I'd eat ramen every day for every meal. I'd take you that many times if you'd let me," he coed trying again for that kiss.
She didn't block him but she also looked less than convinced by his words. She'd let his failed attempt at being romantic slide. In truth if she looked at it from the idiot's prospective it was probably the sweetest thing he could think of. His kisses left her mouth and traveled down her fleshy body.
"So if you had to choose between sex and ramen, which would you choose?" she asked feeling vengeful.
"Sakura! Why do you have to ask such hard questions?" he whined as he rubbed his face against her soft stomach.
"I could make the choice for you," she taunted.
"I have to choose?" he yelped pushing his body up to look in her smirking eyes.
"Pick wisely," she cautioned, her heart hammering away, trying to break through the ribs that caged it.
Two could play this game, he was intoxicated by the thrill of the chase, "I'm going to have to go with ramen," he shrugged rolling off of her onto his back. He was unnaturally calm on the outside but a storm was brewing in his body just under the surface.
That was far from the outcome she was expecting and her heart cried out at the loss of his body melting with her own. Naruto's trap was set, and now he waited for her to come to the bait.
"Ramen!" she growled cocking up on a boney elbow to look at him.
He lay there, hands behind his head looking rather relaxed for a man who just gave up sex for ramen. Looking over at the adorable scowl on his wife's face he could barely contain his excitement and decided to push the game to the next level and capture his prey.
"I've gone a lot longer without sex in my lifetime than my favorite food. But," he sprung up and pinned her to the bed again, "maybe you'll have to remind me what I'm giving up before I can make a rational decision," he spoke with breathy hot words.
Just like that she went from irritated to extremely turned on. Under his smoldering blue eyes she had to remind herself that her lungs were meant to breath in oxygen and not sit there and burn because the man on top of her literally took her breath away.
"That sounds like a rational approach," she conceded as she pulled his mouth to hers, letting their bodies do the rest of the battling.
All her worries about her self image were kneaded away by his gentle hands pulling her passion from its hibernation. The way her nimble hands tugged at his clothes he knew he had ensnared her fully in his lust filled trap. He could live without ramen but she had become as precious as air. He knew his quality of life would plummet without being able to feel her over every inch of him. Soon his white Hokage robes littered the room. She was well practiced at freeing him of them. She longed to be liberated of her own garments but he had yet to touch them. Patience was never her strong point, but he would make her slow down and enjoy the pleasure from his teasing touches. She felt like a virgin again waiting for the big moment, his hardened appendage rubbing against her with only a thin layer of lace separating them building her anticipation.
A hum of approval sounded from her throat as his calloused hands grasped the back of her blue bra. He freed his favorite endowments from their lace bondage. He saw a stream of milk flow down one side of her enlarged breast. An eyebrow arched as his human curiosity nipped at his mind. He wanted to know what it tasted like. Before she could registrar what was going through the blond's compulsive mind, his mouth latched on to her raised peak and gave a couple good sucks. A shocked and slightly discussed noise came from the woman under him as his mouth filled with creamy warm liquid. Never had he tasted anything as glorious in his life. It was like a honey melon flavor, now he understood why his daughter put up such a fuss when his wife took too long to get her milk jugs uncovered for the tiny girl.
"Naruto," his wife moaned as what was still hidden under her last bit of clothing began to feel forgotten. She cursed herself for being a fickle woman, one moment wanting to send him through a wall, the next begging him to fill the empty spot only he could.
He swirled his tongue over her nipple one more time for good measure before he relinquished his hold of it. Warm hands took a firm hold of her supple body and traveled down to latch onto the remaining lace. Slowly he moved away from her taking the under garment with him. She was a sight to behold, pink hair fanned around her naked body. She looked like an unearthly creature sent to torture him with desire. He was so hypnotized by her beauty that she startled him when she moved to bring him back to her. His naked sculpted by angels body or possibly an entity that had only a lustfully sinful nature, was too far away to feel. A come and get me grin spread across his whiskered face, and her lips launched themselves at him to taste it.
Pushing himself against her again, his heart beat kicked up a notch, thinking of all the ways he wanted to please her, make her call out his name over and over. He calmed his passion as he didn't want to hurt her, easing himself into her lubricated walls, he watched her for any signs of discomfort. Seeing only pleasure in her unspoken language, he continued to move around and draw himself out as slow as he went in. Surprising her, he bucked his hips into her a little harder, followed by a steady rhythm. She was grateful he didn't try any acrobatics their first time together since the baby. He poured compliments into her ears with every thrust of his body. His deep voice brought her as much pleasure as the words he uttered. Massive hands helped guide her onto him. Moving back to get a different angle, hands sliding over he creamy skin, he could see her rose colored cheeks and her mouth agape taking in shallow breaths trying to not get lost in a haze of bliss.
A strangled cry sounded from the pinkette as she tossed her head back, more moans of various words including his name, spilled out of her lips. Hearing the way he sent her tumbling over the edge of sanity in her voice, his release soon came after hers. Panting he collapsed beside her and pulled her sweat covered body to his. For the life of her, she couldn't remember what had her so worried about making love to well built man holding her close.
"So, what's it going to be? Sex with me or ramen?" she teased despite her panting.
"I think we need another round before I make a life changing decision like that," he laughed as he pulled her in for a kiss. It was gentle and loving, just what he knew she needed in that moment. Along with his kiss he received a playful slap to the chest. His eye brows raised in mock surprise.
"If you need another round you better prepare yourself, cause I'm not holding back, I won't be passed over for damn ramen," she growled, climbing on top of the tanned mountain of bone and muscle.
A fit of laughter bounded out of him that shook the woman on top of him and the bed below. She looked so serious, like she was really competing for his affection with his favorite food group.
"Like ramen every stood a chance against you," he chuckled, slow fingers gliding over her ticklish sides causing her to squirm above him, "I'd be a fool to ever pick anything over you."
Their lips met again but a cry from the other room stole her attention from him. She was dressed in a night gown and gone before he could move. A small sigh sounded in the empty room. He was use to sharing her with Takara by now but he was still saddened by the loss of her naked body against his. He had an important question for her but it could wait till morning, so he allowed sleep to claim him.
