Naruto was really happy to walk into his home with his wife after the strange evening they had experienced. Sakura freed her abused feet from her towering shoes and made a bee line to check on Takara, only to find the beautiful blond child sleeping soundly in her crib. A quiet nanny rocked in the chair on the other side of the room. The exhausted Hokage made his way to their bedroom, ready to be done with his constricting formal robes. He stripped down to his black boxers and hung the robes neatly in the closet. Finding a faded blue t-shirt to cover his torso, he pulled it on and turned to see a disappointed woman standing in the doorway.
"Were you enjoying the show?" he teased, feeling a little more energetic now that she was in the dimly lit room with him.
"I have to admit, I like it when you take off your clothes," a seductive voice purred as she glided into his awaiting arms, green emeralds shone up at him with an open lust the darkness couldn't even hide.
"For once you're the one that's overdressed," he chuckled as his hands roamed over her body, not lingering in one spot for too long, he never tired of feeling every little bit of her.
She pushed him to the bed and mounted him, she was ready for a rough ride but her curiosity kept pecking at the back of her mind.
"What were you and Gaara talking about?" she asked as her nails raked along his scalp, a soft groan rumbling from him.
He stopped the movement of his hands and rested his head on her shoulder. He was quiet for a few moments before he looked into her eyes, answering with a playful grin, "ninja stuff."
"I'm a ninja!" she exclaimed.
"You're a ninja on medical, maternity leave, thingy, so you don't need to worry your pink little head about it," he sneered, his hand reaching up and pulling her hair stick out, letting her mane tumbled down, pink locks relishing in the freedom.
In her head, he was begging to be hit. Asking for it with a devious smirk and eyes that held a playful quality that she only saw when they were alone. A balled up fist crunched into his pectoral, sprawling him out on the bed. All he did was laugh at her, she hadn't put anything behind the punch, she was rethinking that decision and next time she would give it more backbone with some well timed chakra.
"And who's fault is it that I'm on leave?" she growled.
"Yours," he shot back quickly.
"It takes two to tango!" came her response, as she realized she now sounded like her mother.
"You want to tango?" he questioned, lifting them off the bed, his muscle bound arms wrapped around her to hold her weight as he strutted around the room in a somewhat rhythmic manner.
"This is not how you," before she could finish correcting him she was on her back on their bed.
"You're right, I like this tango better," he smirked as he tugged at her red dress. Lifting the bottom fabric out of the way of his goal, he froze. He'd never seen her wear this kind of contraption before. Along with the normal wrap at her thigh with her weapons neatly arranged, were new things. Lacy things with straps and clips holding her stocking in place, he didn't know where or how to begin.
"Its a garter belt, and," she looked away from him, she couldn't utter the next words without being embarrassed, "you can leave the panties on, they're crotchless."
He was sure I'd never heard such member hardening words in in life. He could have taken her at the party without having to remove an stitch of her clothing. His mind was now changing about taking her to the next social gathering of the big wigs. If she was going to wear this kind of thing, they could make it much more interesting.
She didn't know why she chose to wear such a thing that night. It had made her feel girly and sexy but the way her husband was just staring, she wondered if it was too much and intimidating him. It was a pain to get on and she figured if she went with panties with easy access he'd be able to figure it out. She'd let him take a blade to them if he wanted.
"You can rip them off if you don't like them," she spoke softly, hardly more than a mumbled whisper.
His ears perked up, something about the innocent tone in her voice and the contrasting words, that brought his desire for her body to new levels. His plunged his face into her crotch, teeth tearing at the delicate fabric and grazing sensitive skin. A small squeal sounded from the woman as she'd never had his mouth so close to that part of her body before. It created a tangled mess of longing, fear, and excitement. Once the garment that was safe guarding her womanhood was reduced to shreds, he moved up, taking her dress with him. She hadn't confined her breast with a bra this time, now, a mostly naked woman was defenseless on his bed. His eyes took a feral turn, picturing her as his helpless prey. Sakura couldn't allow that look to last. Her hands grabbed for his shirt. Disrobing him with swiftly, his boxers followed the other clothes to the floor.
Her eyes told him tonight, if she got her way, he would not be the hunter. Finding himself sitting on the bed being straddled again, he was confused as to how she had gotten him there so quickly and effortlessly. A sly look from his wife made him suspicious.
"What did you do?" he questioned, the vixen look was replaced by one of blamelessness in the involvement of their sudden change of position. He knew better than to believe her guilt free facade.
He seized her thighs bringing them up again but this time, he pined her to the wall harshly, causing her breath to hitch from the sudden contact with the hard surface. A quizzical look was all she graced him with. He repeated his question, sounding a little more demanding. If he was trying to intimidate her it failed, all it served was to arouse her. Another look warned her that if she didn't confess she wouldn't like the consequences. She was still teetering between being turned on and overly stubborn. But the way he said her name pushed her to speak.
"Its just a little medic technique I picked up, your brain wasn't receiving information there for a few seconds," she answered like a scolded child.
Her being nonchalant about messing with his brain function worried him. And the fact that she used a move like that on him in the bedroom floored him. He wasn't sure if he should be mad or impressed. They had never set any ground rules about it. Things could get out of hand fast if they started down that road. He was all for the kinky possibilities but they competed enough for dominance without bringing ninja moves into the situation, someone could get hurt or worse.
"None of that, no showing off our skills here. I loved you long before Team Seven became legends, before you became a renowned medic and known as the disciple of the Fifth. I loved you when you were a nameless ninja. You don't have to prove anything here, you just have to let me love you," he whispered as he pushed into her.
A small cry sang from her mouth as his hips moved back and fourth. Her back rubbed against the wall with every thrust. All she could do was hold onto his broad shoulders and moan out his name. Her nails dug into his sun kissed skin, leaving streaks of red. He pressed his hands to the wall keeping her knees draped over them. He was relentless with his pace, giving her barely enough time to gulp in air before it had to be expelled with her yelps of pleasure. All her efforts at not becoming the submissive one were out the window as he pushed every inch he could into her. Contorting her body to his whims, he lavished her with affection and his raw unbridled passion. A normal girl would have broken under the pressure but her body welcomed it, craved it, and demanded more.
His name spilled from her lips as he felt her body convulse in ecstasy. He was close to following suit until he pulled her from the wall and set her on her feet. It took a second before her legs stopped feeling like jelly and would respond properly to her commands. He turned her and pushed her over a low dresser and began his bombardment on her again with renewed vigor. She held onto the furniture for dear life as he rocked her core. She lost control for a second and a part of the wooden structure she was sprawled over was ripped apart as she abused his name.
Knowing she was on the edge of insanity, the words that flew from her mouth were things she would normally never say. They could make the characters in their former sensei's favorite books blush. One last dangerous thrust sent them both over another edge and he set all his seed free in her. He gently scooped up her panting form and laid her on their bed.
"I'll get you a new dresser tomorrow," he assured her as he laid next to her pulling the covers over them.
"I'm going to have to go buy more panties," she huffed in mock anger.
"Next time I'll go with you," he offered.
Him loose in a lingerie store was about as close to a nightmare brought to life as she could think of. She was sure it was bound to bring out his pervert side he'd been doing really well to hide. She supposed there could be worse things than the Hokage gawking at ladies undergarments. It could be more entertaining than trouble. Maybe she would brave it one day.
The pace of her husband's breath told her he was already asleep. She studied his features for a moment, his clean shaven face, this trademark whiskers, his open mouth with his small lips. He was a beautiful man, even with the drool leaking out of his mouth, that was undeniable. The young lord who tried to entice her had been just as easy on the eyes but he lacked all the qualities she found desirable. She mentally cursed the blond beside her for always knowing the words that made her drop her guard. In her travels other men had spouted some truly fantastic things making all the other women in the room swoon, but she found it to be fancy dribble.
Perhaps it was when she came to the outstanding conclusion that she was in love with the idea of Sasuke and not the man himself that allowed her to open her eyes. Her real love for Naruto then got a chance to bloom. It was then that his words became the only ones she needed. She had been without them for so long, that now that struck her to her core. She only had herself to blame for the time they spent apart.
The journey to self discovery had been a trying one, despite the potholes and tripping herself up, she was happy with it over all and the destination she had found. She wanted to stop time and for them to always be this blissful. But time marched on no matter who willed it to stop.
