Chapter 10:

Blossoming Love

A/N: This chapter contains some explicit scenes. It's nothing overly sexualised or dirty, and this will probably be the only chapter of its kind. Viewer discretion is advised.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Nagato and Pinako pulled away from their festivities in their limo. They were exhausted, yet elated at the same time. The two newly-weds could hardly keep their hands off each other, and even in the limo they cuddled as they drove to their honeymoon destination. Two of their hands intertwined, the other of Pinako's on Nagato's chest, the other of Nagato's in Pinako's hair. They closed their eyes and simply enjoyed each other's company, as Nagato began to hum softly and melodiously under his breath. Comforted by the sound, as well as her new husband's presence, Pinako could almost feel herself drift off to sleep. This, this pure bliss feeling of simply being together, this was the true reason the couple had gotten married. Each knew they wanted to be with the other, no matter what.

The ride lasted several hours. When they had finally arrived at their honeymoon inn, the limousine driver gently woke the slumbering, couple. They grabbed their luggage and headed inside, renting a room in the inn to share. Pinako lifted her bags to carry to their room, but Nagato stopped her with a smile. "Don't worry about it, I got his. Just go up and prepare the room for us."

When Nagato arrived some minutes later carrying all the bags, he was surprised to find the room empty. She must just be outside, he thought. Yawning, he took off his shirt to change into his nightclothes. It was late and it had been a long, albeit exciting and memorable, day. As he grabbed his nightshirt from inside his bag, he heard the door slide open. He turned around, and what he saw made his blood rush, his heart beat faster, and he gulped.

Before him stood Pinako. Except for her chuunin vest, one of Nagato's red long-sleeved shirts and her lace panties, she was completely naked. She emerged from the bathroom where she had hidden in wait for him, sashaying her hips seductively, striding toward him with a confidence she did not really feel.

Both Nagato and Pinako were straight-laced, both believed the first woman or man, in each case, you lay with should also be the last. Both had patiently waited for marriage. Nagato pulled her in closer, on hand on her lower back just above her butt, the other holding her chin as he kissed her deeply.

Both were incredibly nervous, and yet, both wanted this to happen more than anything. Both desired it with all their hearts, not just bodily with lust, but also mentally, they craved the intimacy. Nagato's mind was blank, all he thought was that he wanted to be inside her. He unzipped her vest as they kissed, pushing her down onto the futon they were to share. Pinako was nervous, she didn't know what to do, but Nagato seemed to move naturally. He seemed to know exactly where to touch, where to caress, the exact right places to press his lips or stroke with his warm, wet tongue. She had never felt pleasure like this, her whole body consumed with passion, flexibly bending and submitting to his every whim and movement. Her face grew flushed, her sensitivity heightened, her pleasure intensified until she reached her climax. Her throbbing loins hungered for him, with his incredibly gentle touch, his loving and tender embraces, she feared the pain of the first penetration, but at the same time, wanted to give herself to him, and she knew he was the right man to deflower her.

And indeed Nagato entered, minimising her pain as best he could, but finally, when his concentration broke and he looked up into her soft, usually dark eyes which glowed red now; she had activated her Sharingan by mistake due to the pain. But her face reflected no pain, simply love and carnal desire.

The same time, many kilometres away in a little village known as the Hidden Leaf, Yahiko and Konan enjoyed a similar night of passion. They were not, of course, married, but they had loved each other, knowingly and unknowingly, for much, much longer than Nagato and Pinako.

Konan, like Pinako, was a virgin, and had never felt a man's embrace. Yahiko, on the other hand, took after his former Sensei, and was no stranger to the body of a woman. His wild nights and casual romps meant he was no longer nervous to be with a woman, but Konan was so much different than his usual casual sex partner. No, with Konan he wanted the intimacy, not so much the pleasure.

Yahiko lay, shirtless, on top of the bluehead, who had been stripped down to her underwear. They kissed passionately, deeply. Yahiko was careful to move as slow as he could; he was in no hurry tonight. Unexpectedly, though, Konan broke his kiss and looked down, her hands on is chest, averting his gaze.

"What's wrong?" Yahiko asked softly.

Shyly, still averting her gaze, Konan admitted shed never been with a man before. Yahiko smiled. "Don't worry, I've been with plenty of women, I'll guide you through it."

Konan blushed furiously and looked at him, hurt and angry. She bit her top lip and puffed out her cheeks slightly. Yahiko immediately realised his mistake and, mentally kicking himself, apologised profusely for his insensitive comment. But he just found her face so damn adorable, he realised he did not regret his comment since he got to see her face like this.

He gave her a comforting kiss, a warm embrace, and told her if she didn't want to do this now, that was alright.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, of course! I don't mind if I have to wait a week, a month, or a year for you, no matter how long, you'll be worth the wait. No doubt." He kissed the top of her nose affectionately.

Konan rolled onto him, her head resting on his chest. She chewed her bottom lip. She was touched by his comment, and how sweet he was being, and she really loved him enough to want to give herself to him. In a soft, meek, say voice she said, "O.. okay… let's do it."

His blue eyes looked at her soft brown, face covered in worry, his voice gentle in order to not pressurise her. "Are you absolutely sure?"

"Y..yes.. just please.. be gentle.."

He held her chin and brought her face close to his, tapping her forehead affectionately as he loved to. He placed his forehead to hers, still holding her chin, and any worries in Konan's mind melted as she looked into his firm eyes, and her lithe, soft body succumbed to his strong touch. She bit his shoulder hard as he entered her, but he did not cry out or gasp; he knew her pain was worse. He pulled out of her immediately, and waited for her to catch her breath from the shock, before slowly entering again. It was easier this time, and she did not feel much pain. The third time, pain was negligible. The fourth brought only pleasure, a pleasure greater than she had envisioned for such an act. Instantly she was hooked; she wanted more, more of this, more of him. She loved the feeling like he filled her up completely, it was a satisfaction unlike any other. In two different lands, the first act of pleasure and ultimate act of love was celebrated by two couples, as the night faded away into morningtime.

About a month later, Pinako and Nagato had returned from their honeymoon, looking fresh, revitalised, invigorated. They had both requested some time off from their duties as Shinobi, which the Third Hokage, moved by the romance and the love in the air, which he held so dear, happily obliged. Slowly their lives returned to their routine, and both began to accept missions again.

On break from his own missions, Yahiko lay in his favourite spot, on a small grassy hill at the edge of a forest, overlooking the flowing river. He used to come and nap here under a tree, or simply lie and watch the clouds, without a care in the word, lost in nature's peace and serenity. He believed nothing could be better. He was wrong.

Today he had a visitor. Konan sat cross-legged in the grass, her back against a tree. Yahiko's head lay in her lap, and she gently stroked and played with his hair, as she sang, sweetly and softly as a nightingale, to him, or they conversed, making random small talk, but just enjoying each other. Yahiko's heart was full. Things certainly don't get better than this, he thought. Once again, however, he was wrong.

Konan's heart, already as full as Yahiko's, was bursting now. She sat calmly but in reality was excited, more than she would have believed. Her heart hammered almost painfully as she bent down to whisper in Yahiko's ear.

"I'm pregnant."

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Finally got another chapter out! For some reason I've been procrastinating a lot so this took longer than expected, so I'm sorry. But I hopefully won't take so long for the next one.

I notice the posting of new reviews has slowed to a halt, which, I won't lie, kinda bums me out. :P I encourage you all to review, without trying to sound pompous or anything. I understand if you can't or don't want to, however.

There won't be much more romance in this story, and I'm definitely not planning to have another sex scene, so don't worry/sorry to disappoint.

Also, I wanted to mention, I will be writing another story, centred in this same world. It will be a romance story between Kakashi and Rin. If anybody is interested, please say so in your reviews. With the slow rate I get them, I figured I better ask now so I can have a definite answer by the time I'm done with this!

Next chapter will hopefully be out soon. Look forward to it!