The couch wasn't comfortable.

At least that's what she thought she heard him say. He settled comfortably beneath the sheets, taking up his usual two-person space, effectively forcing her to the edge of the mattress. Annoyed, she pulled the covers, hard. This left him with half his body without the blanket, the cold wind colliding with his chest. He turned his head with darkened eyes, seeing nothing but the silhouette of his very pissed-off wife, her back turned away from him. He gathered the material in his fist and tugged at the covers, harder, only to find her grip tighten on it, the force instead pulling her whole body closer to him. She must have noticed this and retaliated by grabbing the edge of the mattress on one hand while keeping a good hold on of the blanket with the other, rooting her in place. Knowing she wasn't going to back down, he slacked his hold and gave up, turning his back on her.

He tossed and turned for the next ten minutes, putting as much weight on his body as possible. He went so far as purposely bump into her more than once, feeling her immediately tense up at the contact. Two can play this game, sweetheart, and if I'm not getting any sleep then neither should you.

After ten minutes it didn't look like he was making any progress, and so he calmly, quietly turned to his side, before giving the blanket a chakra-enhanced tug.

It was obviously too much, as she hadn't been holding the blanket tightly at all, and it slid through her form and into his hands, her body immediately curling at the loss of warmth. He stared, dumbfounded, as she rose to sit, running her hands through her tousled hair; the strap of her nightgown falling loosely over her shoulders, she let out a long, deep sigh. She rose to stand, and thanks to his quick reflexes, he caught her in his arms and forced her back to sit.

"Let me go, you can have your damn bed."

"Sakura I didn't mean to-"

"Sure, just like you didn't mean to completely leave me out of that mission and not even tell me even when you knew I wanted in on it, and strutting back in here - by the way you forgot to pick me up at the hospital - and greeting me and eating your food and expecting me to coddle you like there was nothing wrong? And you actually had the nerve to get angry about me not talking to you? Get your hands off me,"

"Sakura-chan... I didn't mean to-"

"Don't Sakura-chan me!" she pulled away from his grasp, elbowing his gut. He recovered quickly and caught her again, this time pulling her hard, taking her down with him, and in a swift motion he moved over her, hands gripping her wrists above her head and trapping her in place.

"What the heck is your problem, Sakura? I was asking you earlier why you're so upset, and all you did was give me that same look you're giving me right now! I can't read minds, alright? Now you're going to go on a rampage expecting me to understand what's bothering-"

"I'm not weak, Naruto!" she spat, writhing beneath. " And that should be something you know very well," she fought his grip and threw him off, landing a punch on his right jaw. He caught her fist before he could land another blow, attempting to pin her down once again by forcibly pulling apart her nightgown, the fabric ripping in his hands, leaving her with nothing on but white lacy panties.

"That's ENOUGH!" he used her surprise to pin her beneath, this time infusing his own chakra to intimidate her. She wasn't, he could see clearly through her eyes, but she looked exhausted, and in all honesty, so was he.

He leaned down to kiss her, but she turned her head, exposing the flesh of her neck, to which he contented himself, releasing a hunger that had brew at the sight of her creamy white skin. She tensed beneath and closed her eyes, bitter and hurt at his way, at his knowledge of her weaknesses, when his hands relieved their grip on her wrists and began wandering, a slight touch at the palm of her hands, sliding down her arms and resting at her neck, his thumb caressing the line of her jaw.

"Sakura,"

She opened her eyes and met his soft gaze; her biggest mistake, for all at once a mad desire took over, her anger taking a back seat. Her lips took his, hands cupping his face as she forcibly let her tongue inside his mouth, wild and dominating. He responded in kind and allowed his hands to wander over, loving the way she moaned in his mouth when his fingers rolled on a nipple. He broke the kiss and began his descent, his lips not missing an inch of her most sensitive places as he took a nipple in his mouth with his hand pleasuring the other while she tenderly stroked his hair, her legs unconsciously parting as a familiar heat pooled in at the feel of his arousal rubbing on her thighs.

He took her in for another kiss as his hands roamed lower to the middle of her thighs, a finger stroked through the laced panties, her wetness seeping through. He expertly pulled, ripping it just as easily as he did her nightgown, before he stood at the edge of the bed to remove his own boxers. She looked on, never leaving his eyes, and it disturbed him seeing a bit of loneliness there. He positioned atop her, received by her arms, and he stayed there unmoving, despite the maddening desire to take her there; when she was so willingly open for him.

He closed his eyes and rested on her forehead, letting out a slow breath before leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose, his fingers travelling down the line of her jaw, stroking the skin on her neck, to the valley of her breasts, her tight stomach and belly button, till he reached her nether lips, slick and slippery with need. He gently inserted two fingers, his eyes never leaving hers, stroking till her breath quickened.

"I left you out of the mission because the ANBU found out that the teams who will meet you aren't really medical ninjas, and they had no intention to learn from you at all. I don't know what they really want, but I'm not out to risk you and your team to venture a place where our village isn't completely familiar and you'll be outnumbered three to one. All these things, you could have just asked me, Sakura. I would have answered you straight up and you know that."

He let his fingers stroke deeper into her walls as she closed her eyes and moaned, her hands fisting the pillowcase. "I'm sorry if I hurt you and we misunderstood each other, but Sakura… you don't need to tell me what I already know," he parted his fingers inside, her back arching as he swallowed her moans in a deep kiss, curling his fingers when she writhed and bucked her hips as she reached her peak. He let go of her lips and angled himself at her entrance, swiftly entering her before she even recovered.

"Naruto –" she panted, arms gliding up and down his back as a solitary tear left her. Her legs parting even further as he began to move, starting with a slow tease to draw her out, a groan escaping him at the savor of her tightness, enclosing all of him, the temperature rising as swift as his desire.

Her eyes flew open and she began kissing his throat, moaning his name as his strokes gradually picked up pace, feeling every inch inside, while his hands ran over her breasts, a thin veil of sweat covering their bodies. They were so close, and they both knew, as he pounded into her, winding and winding them both, her hands fisted in his hair, her breath tickling the side of his neck; the sounds of their moans and their bodies, fueled by lust and desire, met each other, faster, harder.

In a final thrust, they came, his seed filling her heat as she convulsed around him while his arm slid around her waist, holding her all the more tighter. They stayed in each other; him leaning on her forehead, still holding his weight on his arms, both of them trying to catch their breath. She lightly kissed his lips and brought her arms around his neck, pulling him down to let his body collapse on top of hers.

"I'm sorry, Naruto."

He didn't answer for a while; instead he pressed his lips on the crook of her neck before gently sliding off her, remembering the feeling of ache at the loss, and holding her closer as he drew a deep breath.

"Sshh…" he whispered, kissing the line of her jaw before as he nuzzled himself deeper into her, melding his body into hers and relaxing in her embrace, her fingers softly touching his hair.

This is was him accepting her apology, just as she accepted his when he took her body, loving him in a way he would never get enough of, loving him in a way he would want to fight and make up for.

This story was inspired by this fabulous art on tumblr:

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This is my first smut. I fucking did it. *pun intended*