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Thinking

Biju, etc. speaking

Biju, etc. thinking

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He gazed down at his little wife and smiled unknowingly. "Little" was definitely the right word for her: aside from her killer curves, she was so petite! Seeing plenty of room in his recliner, he sat back next to her, putting his arm over and around her head. She curled into his chest and he was able to keep his arm around her.

This is nice. It was also a little frightening, but he'd had worse assignments.

He reached out for the Icha-Icha that was once again on the top of the adjacent table - she must have put it back, he realized - then flipped it open and began to read. Way too into his book, he didn't even recognize how every so often he kissed the top of her head as she slept in his arms.

As Naruto continued to sleep, the scenes on the pages of Icha-Icha Paradise were really heating up. He was getting to his favorite part: the climax - he let out a perverted giggle at the thought of the word "climax," but blanched upon Naruto making a little sound.

Don't wake up now: I'm almost at the best part!

Fortunately, she didn't wake. Naruto did, however, turn more toward him and snuggled into him further. Kakashi knew that he should be uncomfortable: this was very "domestic" after all but was in fact feeling quite the opposite. He blamed part of it on being so close to THAT scene coming up…

Mmm, only 15 and a half more pages.

Reading on, he got that familiar urge. Shaking his head and putting it aside, he finally reached his favorite part of the book that he'd waited so long for. Getting more into it, he didn't even think as he moved the sleeping blonde beside him further into his side, gripping her waist. Even three more pages in, he hadn't realized she was making little moans in her sleep. When he finally heard her whisper part of his name, though, he did look over and nearly jumped out of his skin as he realized what he'd been doing. At some point, while reading his erotica, he had moved his hand up to Naruto's breast er-side, and had been nearly massag- er, assaulting it - er, her! Slowly, in order to not wake or alert her to his hand's dastardly deeds, he tried to move it away from the place it was so favoring. Of course, that was when his wife clearly moaned the word "more" in her sleep.

Fu-uh-ucking hell! She was going to be the death of him! When she moved her hand down to his waist he felt relief that she was again relaxing, only to jump clear out of the recliner when she grasped his hard-on.

"Do what?" Naruto asked stupidly to no one as she woke up face down on the floor. She got up on her hands and knees and heard her husband squeal, almost like a pig. "What's wrong?" she asked hurriedly.

What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?! I'll tell you what's wrong! You're posed like THAT! - Like you're ready to be mounted! And in that spandex? Kami-sama, help me... "Nothing," he responded in a strangled voice before sunshinning up to his room.

"Well that was weird," she said out loud. Noticing the time, she realized it was time to make dinner. She couldn't believe she'd slept that long. That chair must be even more comfortable than she thought it would be! Taking her time as she prepared their meal, she wondered what had Kakashi's panties in a wad. She chuckled to herself at the thought of Kakashi wearing panties as she prepared the rice, then realized her nose was bleeding. "No, dammit," she yelled out. Thankfully no one was downstairs - she would have been mortified at anyone knowing that she might be a closet-pervert.

"Might be?"

"Shut up, Kurama."

Closet Pervert… "Ugh," she groaned, thinking of the first closet-pervert she ever met. She hadn't seen Ebisu-perv in this lifetime, fortunately, and hadn't previously given him much thought. The Sandaime had brought Konohamaru-kun over a few times to the Nara place, where she and Shikamaru babysat the little cutie. Well, she did most of the work, as usual; Shikamaru having taken that time to sleep. She didn't tattle-tale on him, though.

She smiled, still having the inclination to occasionally "tell on" the Nara heir even now, at her age.

It must be a sibling thing.

Wondering what Konohamaru was doing, she shook her head, thinking of him being influenced by that awful "demon hating" sensei.

What a jerk that Ebisu is. It's not as if she wanted her beloved innocent little Konohamaru (she hadn't taught him that jutsu this time) to be taught by that insufferable geek.

What a trip Kono had been, though. She couldn't believe it when the little 6 or 7-year-old first swore to marry her rather than beat her to the title of Hokage. The little brat was still doing it to this day! Naruto really SHOULD have given Shikamaru up from a whole list of things he'd done when he laughed at her upon telling him about the whole Konohamaru thing. Especially since the next time she babysat, her big brother spent his time convincing Kono-chan to never end his pursuit of her.

Shadowy bastard…

"Uh, what?" greeted a sleepy voice in her ear.

"Dude, no way!" Naruto said out loud.

"Whad'ya want, Naru-chan?" Shikamaru sleepily drawled.

"Seriously! I can't believe it! Hey, hold on a second, I'm going to try to think something to you." He tried to interrupt her, saying that such a thing couldn't work but she shushed him and thought of a secret he'd told her long ago while drunk. She thought it as hard as she could and waited for the shriek he'd make… Nothing. "BOO! You didn't react! So did you get that I was thinking at you that Temari-chan prefers it on her knees?"

"NARUTO!"

Ah, very good: there was the scream she'd been anticipating.

"Gods damn you, Naruto Uzu… I mean Hatake! Don't you ever…"

"Yeah, yeah. So you were sleeping?" She only heard him grunt - which meant yes. "So, did you get what was happening? I was just thinking about you and suddenly you picked up! My fuuinjutsu is awesome!"

"Hmmm… Not sure if this is a good thing, Naruto-chan," Shikamaru responded. "I mean, think about it: what if we're up to something, say something you want to keep private. Intimate even." Nearly hearing her gulp along with definitely hearing a string of obscenities - Naru could swear like nobody's business - he realized he'd have to work on some kind of volume control for the seals on their matching earrings. The woman was not only troublesome but LOUD.

Kakashi walked down the stairs and saw his green-clad very shapely wife bouncing up and down in the kitchen, pouting miserably as she cursed like a sailor. He turned around and went directly back up the stairs to his room.

A half-hour later, Naruto knocked gently on Kakashi's door before hearing him acknowledge her. Through the door, she told him that dinner would soon be ready and she'd be in the shower and getting ready until then. Hearing a groan of defeat or something, she happily gave him a "See ya soon!" and skipped off to strip off the spandex horritard she was still wearing.

Downstairs she found her silver-haired husband dishing up a couple of plates. "Thank you for helping!" She bounced up and kissed his masked cheek.

Kakashi froze but looked over at his blonde… friend. Friend, or roommate: stop thinking of her as your wife before you jump her bones! She was flitting about happily, humming some unknown song. He cleared his throat. "Looks good, Naruto. I should be getting used to it, but that curry…" He gave her an unheated glare for the curry of death she prepared the night before. Seeing her sit up in excitement at the thought of cooking him another mouth-ending experience, he winced. It seemed that letting Naru-chan take a nap during the day gave her even more energy than she already had; it was troublesome.

A young man sneezed, which took his mind a little off his former - or future - girlfriend in a certain position.

Kakashi kept up the genjutsu on his face as he watched the blonde eat, smiling at him every time she looked up. He shook his head: she really was just too cute for her own good - and for his, too. Taking a very, very tentative bite, he sighed in appreciation. Damn, this woman could cook! Giving her a smile and a nod, he noticed she was wearing slightly larger pajamas. The pants were Capri-length and more appropriately fitted - he ignored his inner pervert's cry over that - and the top. Once again, there were toads… kissing. He chuckled at the words "Frog Slog" bent around the top of her breasts.

"What are you laughing about?" she asked teasingly.

"Maa, not much. Just thinking about how much you must really like amphibians."

Naruto choked, then looked down at her top. She giggled, nodded, then thinking more of it, clarified her position. "Not all amphibians, I can guarantee you that." Thinking of snakes, she heard Kurama growl menacingly. She tried to literally shake the thought out of her head, then continued to speak to Kakashi. "I've been getting these PJs ever since I can remember... At this point I consider them a collection, ya know." She smiled at the memory of her godfather: in this life, she knew for a near fact that he was the one who was anonymously sending those to her. In her past life, she just accepted getting anything from anyone - whether she knew who the person was or not. It had only been a bonus back then that her favorite animal of all time was on each set she received. "I actually think that whoever is sending me these must be a giant pervert - sending me pajamas of all things," she laughed knowingly.

More like a super-pervert. Kakashi froze, his chopsticks near his open mouth, at the thought. Kami-sama… How did I not consider this sooner? Jiraiya-sama, a freaking Sannin, is Naruto's godfather. He felt a chill go down his spine, which reverberated all over his body. As if it weren't bad enough to have sensei and Kushina-nee coming back to kill me from the dead at some point, I have an actual alive, completely frightening Super Shinobi to worry about.

Naruto's smile faded as she continued watching her husband get one of those looks on his face. She wished she could read his mind, but Kami knows that would probably only make her more perverted and sad. She watched as he did that weird trick of eating all his food in one unseen-to-others bite, and wondered what was going on with him. He thanked her again for the food and made a very wide berth around her. She got up to do dishes but remembered that her favorite show was on TV tonight and was just starting. Piling everything into a soapy sink, she returned to the room Kakashi was in. Her husband was laying in his beloved huge recliner with his favorite book draped over his face while he muttered.

What a weirdo, Naruto thought as she turned on the TV.

The blonde turned on the TV just as one of the game show's contestants stuck his head through a tight hole in the table. The man screamed as he saw rats scurrying around the table - some coming close to his terrified face. She began to laugh at how ridiculous it was but caught sight of something new on her wall. "Kakashi, someone's been in here!"

Kakashi took the book off his face and reoriented himself. He'd been deeply in thought, welcoming his imminent death at the hands of various jutsus, chains, and toads stomping and shooting flaming oil at him. Looking up he saw a bizarre thing on television. Why would people be applauding and laughing at a poor sucker who was trying to keep rats out of his mouth? Is this for real? Smelling fear coming off his wife, he was immediately on alert.

Naruto reached up and took the picture - her wedding picture, she realized - off the wall. Who brought it in and put it up on here? The entire estate property was sealed, for Kami's sake! Turning it over as she walked towards Kakashi, she read the attached note and gasped. She handed the picture over to him wordlessly and asked him to hold on for a moment.

Naruto came back soon after, looking incredibly pale, still holding the note that she'd removed from the wedding picture. She collapsed into Kakashi's recliner next to him, pale and clammy. "Naru-chan? What's wrong?" He was worried enough about her that he hadn't even realized what he'd again called her - and neither did she. "What is it?" he asked as he pulled her into his arms. She didn't smell like fear so much anymore, but it was the waves of anxiety pouring off of her that now concerned him.

"Nice picture I guess,ne?" she asked quietly.

"Hai, it is, but that's not what you're concerned about, is it? I can't do anything if I don't know what's wrong."

"JiJi was over… I kinda freaked when I saw something here I hadn't noticed before, and I love the picture. I really do - you look so handsome in it," she said without thinking. "I hadn't even seen anyone take a picture of us that day." Kakashi agreed, he hadn't noticed that either. "Ano, I checked out what else he, uhh, left here. He didn't know where we wanted them, so he put them in that room we haven't figured out what to do with yet?" Kakashi began to question her but stopped as big teary blue eyes looked up at him. His heart caught in his chest when she finished explaining what was wrong. "He left scrolls full of my parent's stuff." She said before letting out a sob.

Kakashi pulled her into his chest and stroked her soft wild hair. He needed to say something to comfort her but what? "Do you want me to go with you - or stand outside the door or something while you open everything?"

Naruto wiped her eyes and hung onto her former sensei like a lifeline. "Yes, I mean no... Ugh! I mean, of course, I want you with me when I open everything! I mean, if you want… Just please, not tonight Kash? I never EVER thought I'd see anything of theirs and… Maybe I'm just in shock - I don't know." She finally asked what she wanted, no matter how uncomfortable doing so was. "Can we please stay here tonight, together?".

Kakashi reached out for the light next to his chair and turned it off, then clicked a button on the chair making it nearly fully recline. He grabbed a large throw from the couch and threw it over them, tucking Naruto in beside him. "Whatever you want, hime... Goodnight, sweetheart."

His eyes widened at what he'd just said, trying not to groan out loud. He must have been just so freaked out… STOP, his inner voice told him. He slowly let out a sigh - the part of him he argued with so often was right this time. Tomorrow's going to be a very stressful day. He pulled the blonde fully into his arms and snuggled up against her. Taking in each others' scents, they both relaxed and fell asleep within minutes.