A/N: I've started to rewatch anime :) and I miss writing smut. And also creating original characters. I don't own a single thing regarding the Naruto universe, but I made up this OC when I was twelve. There are flashbacks to the past, marked with X (mini-title) and it was italicized, but it didn't transfer over very well.
X Naruto X
"Akuri should be getting back tonight," Sakura informed, pushing her empty ramen bowl away. "She made ANBU, you know."
"ANBU!?" I parroted, "I missed a lot over the last three years, I guess."
"You did," she replied with a soft laugh, "but it's okay. You'll just have to catch up with her later when you see her."
"Has she...been okay," I finally asked, "I know when Sasuke left, it hurt her pretty bad."
The sadness that crossed my comrade's face almost made me regret asking. I felt the guilt starting to mount.
"Sasuke leaving hurt a lot of us," she admitted, "but I know it hurt her the most when you left on your journey with Jiraiya."
I balled my fists in the material of my pants, looking down at my feet in shame. I deserved it, but it wasn't a feeling that I was entirely familiar or comfortable with.
"I wanted to get strong enough to bring him back home," I defended, but quickly changed my tone, "I know I should have told her that...but I was too afraid to see the look on her face."
Sakura's green eyes suddenly sparkled, a knowing smile pulling her lips.
"You can tell her that tonight," she suggested, "she sent word that she'd be home this evening. Akuri is still in that two-bedroom flat she shared with Sasuke when they were kids."
"You think she'd forgive me?"
Sakura shrugged, standing from her seat and stretching her arms over her head.
"You might have to make it up to her, tell her exactly what you told me," she said with a laugh, before a yawn overtook her face. "Thanks for the bite to eat, Naruto, but I've gotta run. See you!"
I paid the lunch tab and set off to my own home, determined to clean the place up before I slept and to remain busy until I'd heard of Akuri's return. My thoughts centered around her and all of our time together.
X (first meeting)
"Want some?"
I did my best to halt the tears on my face, using the bottom of my shirt to clear the snot and traces of loneliness. When I looked up, a small girl with raven hair tied back loosely and bicolored eyes stood before me with a proffered rice ball. Her left eye made me think of the forest when it was in full bloom while the right reminded me of a stormy sea I'd seen in a book once, altogether a sight I'd never seen.
"Why?" I didn't trust her - not a single villager had ever given me a kind look or even a moment of their time. Other students at the academy had offered me similar things - a dumpling full of mud, a rice ball rolled in sand.
"I'm too full and my brother won't eat it," she answered, holding the rice ball further away from herself, "I'm Akuri Uchiha, you're Naruto, right?"
"You..you know my name?" I was stunned.
"Of course I do," she said with a laugh, placing the food into my open hand and sitting down in the grass beside me, "we're in the same class with Iruka Sensei!"
I looked down at the lunch in my hand, tears of gratitude welling in my eyes, and sat down next to her. The first bite of rice was like heaven, seasoning and texture perfectly done. Every bite got better and within almost no time at all, I devoured it.
"My mommy makes those," she boasted, "if you want, I can ask her for extra so we can have lunch together tomorrow too."
"Your mom won't mind..?" I asked warily, recalling the hundreds of times I've received dirty looks from parents and watched them pull their children away from me.
"Nah," she easily replied, "my mom loves making food, she won't mind another lunch. Especially for my new friend - mom says I need more friends!"
"New friend?"
"You, duh!"
X (the massacre)
The first day I didn't see Akuri at her seat, I got worried. She loved the academy and had only missed one day in the last three years of school together. I'd noticed that Sasuke was absent soon after, her twin brother reluctant to be anywhere she was not.
The day dragged on and I couldn't find enough to distract me from my concerns. Napping with Shikamaru or goofing off only took up so much time.
The moment the bell rang, I bolted to the door and started to make my way to the outskirts of the village. I'd walked home with the twins once, though I'd never entered the Uchiha compound on account of the sneers I'd received at the gate.
The entry to the compound was taped off and my blood ran cold. I broke through a line and crawled down under the rest, crossing the threshold and viewing something from a nightmare. Bodies were strewn about the vicinity, pools of blood still too thick to dry like massive oblong silhouettes.
"Kid, you shouldn't be here," a man's voice broke the horrific moment I was stuck in and I looked up at him, searching for answers.
"I came here to see if my friend was okay," I told him, the tears coming so close to falling and my lip losing the strength to fight a wobble. "Is Akuri okay? Do you know where she is?"
The Shinobi looked at me with pity instead of disgust and he nodded, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"She and her brother were relocated this morning," he informed, "she might need a friend right now."
I was delivered at the front door to a small flat that wasn't far from my own, the Shinobi entering before me and talking to a fellow operative in the living room. He led me to Akuri's room and I threw myself at her the moment I saw her.
"I'm so glad you're okay!" I exclaimed tearfully, squeezing her with everything I could. Her arms curled around my back and she held on fiercely, but quietly. After a moment, I leaned back to see her face.
Akuri's hair was unwashed and hadn't been brushed, there were a few dried dots of blood on her face and clothes. She held no expression, but her eyes glittered with something I'd never felt before.
"Your eyes are the same color now," I noted, her red irises so unfamiliar and the two tomoe making me wonder if she had three pupils.
"My Sharingan woke up," she said flatly, meeting my gaze fully and piercing me with it. "I don't know how to turn it off yet."
"What's the Sharingan?"
"It's the power of the Uchiha," Akuri told me, "it's going to make me a good Shinobi."
"I thought you wanted to open a bakery?" I'd never heard her express the desire to be a ninja. She was a simple girl and she was so gentle, I never imagined that she'd change her mind.
"Things change, I have a different goal now."
"Oh...what's that?"
Akuri's Sharingan eyes flicked over to the open door, a ninja stationed outside of it for surveillance and protection.
"One day, I'm going to make someone pay for this," she promised darkly, "if it's the last thing I ever do, someone's going to pay."
X (secrets)
"Congrats on making Chuunin," I called as Akuri's small form came into view, "you know this means that you're treating me to ramen!"
"Let's go now," she suggested when I reached her, a small smile tugging her pink lips, "Sasuke forgot to pick up milk and I had to skip breakfast."
"So," I began while we walked to Ichiraku, "was the exam hard? How many people took it with you?"
"There were probably a dozen or more other squads," she guessed, "and I didn't think it was too difficult, but I can't wait to get a better team. Chihiro and Touzen should have stayed Genin for a little while longer."
"Why do you say that?"
"You or Sasuke could take them easily, I feel like a babysitter sometimes."
Before long, we'd made it to my favorite place and took our seats, ordering and chattering while we waited. I took a moment to study my partner, looking so grown up and proud in her new green vest. She didn't wear her Shinobi status as a headband, but around her waist, the steel clinking just slightly with the undone zipper of her flack jacket.
The sun was beginning to set and the wind was gaining a slight chill by the time Akuri paid our tab and we left the ramen stall. She heaved a yawn and I suddenly felt guilty about monopolizing her time.
"Wanna have a sleep over?"
The question caught me off guard and I gleefully slung my arm around her shoulders, guilt lifted.
"We haven't done one of those since we were nine," I chuckled in response, "my house or yours?"
"Your house," she confirmed, "I'll just borrow your pajamas like I used to."
The pair of us made it back to my quiet one bedroom home, both of us kicking our shoes off at the mat and sighing happily at the freeness. I walked to my bedroom and grabbed a tshirt and soft pants for Akuri, returning and offering them to her. I retreated to my room to change my own clothing while she used the bathroom. We emerged together and met in the living room, my eyes suddenly very focused on her body.
Akuri had grown and matured since I'd last had her in such close proximity. Her legs were lean and defined, a few scars marring each one. I couldn't discern her figure in the tshirt very well, but I could see her erect nipples and growing breasts below the soft cotton. Her hair was fully free and the ends of it swished about her waist, shiny and soft looking raven locks.
I did my best to ignore what my eyes couldn't stop looking at, trying to focus on our conversation or game instead. I struggled for nearly three hours, but regained control of my eyeballs within the time.
It had to be nearly two in the morning by the time we felt the weariness of the day, my yawning now uncontrollable. We agreed to turn in, Akuri going straight for my room while I relieved myself before joining her. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, twirling a small lock of her hair around her finger. Akuri was nervous.
"Can I tell you a secret?"
"You can tell me anything," I assured her, settling beside her and putting an arm around her shoulders to lightly squeeze her to my side. Her nerves were palpable and I didn't understand why.
"Anything at all?"
"Of course!"
"...and you'll still.."
Akuri's lack of confidence was a little shocking and I looked at her closely. She was never without words, even when her nerves got to her.
"You'll still be my best friend, right?"
"As long as you're still my best friend," I promised her, my arm still around her and keeping her close. I wanted her to stay close like this for as long as we could.
"I think I like you," she started, "no, no. I know I like you. Like..."
"Like-like?" My heart started to race and I could feel it bouncing off my ribs like a bird in a cage.
Instead of confirming with words, Akuri turned and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss, though innocent, felt like a line had forged between us and I could feel every single cell in my body hum. When she pulled away, her cheeks were flushed a soft pink and her bicolored eyes glittered with love. I pulled her back for another kiss, cupping her soft cheeks in my hands to emphasize how much I enjoyed it.
"I like-like you too."
X (Jiraiya)
"There's no way you have a girlfriend," Jiraiya proclaimed, "let alone a Jonin."
"We've been together for almost two years, Pervy Sage," I snapped, "I told you, I'm with Akuri Uchiha!"
Jiraiya howled with laughter, cheeks pink with drink. I groaned in exasperation, popping another dumpling into my mouth to drown him out for a few sweet moments.
"She's just such a looker," he continued, "and a prodigy like Itachi. How did you two meet again?"
"We met at the academy, she was my first friend. We grew up together," I recounted, "the day she made Chuunin, she told me she liked me. But if I'm being honest, I guess I always felt that way too."
"Just scared of her brother?"
"Nah, she's scarier."
We cackled together in the small tavern, swapping stories and keeping an eye peeled for our target. Lady Tsunade was rumored to be around the area and we were tasked with bringing her home to become our fifth Hokage. I wished for her to appear soon, as I was anxious to return home to the girl I loved.
"You're how old, again?" The sage asked during a lull, "fourteen?"
"Almost, why?"
"Have you...y'know, with your girl?"
I tilted my head in question, wondering just what he was asking me. The sage sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face, looking slightly annoyed.
"Are you still a virgin?"
"Why the hell do you want to know that?!" I seethed, "it's none of your business, you pervert!"
Jiraiya crowed with laughter again, slapping his knee and leaning back against his side of the booth. I felt heat permeating from my entire face and down my neck, embarrassment evident. Being a virgin never bothered me or my girlfriend, we made the choice to wait until we were a little older to pursue that adventure.
"Alright, alright, I'm sorry," the sage tried, "it's just some guy talk. I know you're still just a kid and so is she. Enjoy what you've got while it's good."
"You can take your foot out of your mouth anytime, Pervy Sage."
Sometimes I couldn't believe I'd chosen to study under this old fool.
-X-
At the sound of soft foot steps approaching, I hopped from my stoop at the empty Uchiha home. The sight of her stole my breath. Akuri wore her standard ANBU gear well, although she was the smallest woman I'd seen on the force. She wore a fox-face mask, the only other discernible trait being her crimson Sharingan eyes when they were activated. I'd never seen someone so delicate and deadly before.
"Naruto..?" She uttered, gloved hand coming up to pull the mask from her face, "is that really you?"
She looked almost the same as I remembered, save for the telltale sign of hardship on her face that reminded me of her eldest brother. I wanted to race forward and pull her into my arms, kiss her with everything I had, remind her just how much I loved her. The way she kept her distance told me to wait.
"It's really me," I told her happily, "Sakura told me that you made ANBU and I had to congratulate you."
"Are you just visiting to wish me well?" The sadness that tinted her question squeezed my heart and I swallowed my nerves.
"No, no," I assured, trying to sound as warm as possible, "I'm back home for good. And I came home for you."
The night air swirled around, soaking through my clothes and making me shudder. Akuri wrapped her arms around herself to guard her bare biceps from the chill and glanced toward her home.
"I can make us some tea inside," she offered, tilting her head in the direction of the door, "I'm not trying to catch a cold, I have another mission in a couple of days."
I followed her inside, noting that everything looked the same as I remembered. The last time I was here was days before Sasuke disappeared, curled up with Akuri and napping on a lazy, rainy Sunday. After he'd gone, most of our time was spent in my home or at Ichiraku.
Akuri filled a kettle and placed it on the stove, igniting the flame before retreating to her bedroom without another word. I wanted to follow her, but my feet were rooted in place. I could feel the sadness as though every surface in the home had saturated it and took it on like a type of mold.
When she re-emerged, my heart began to pound. Akuri wore a navy kimono, adorned with the Uchiha crest and tied loosely enough to reveal some of the silk nightdress below. The girl I loved had grown into a woman and I wished that I'd been able to spend more time looking at her.
"Do you still like your tea with honey?"
"Yeah," I uttered lamely, watching as she walked over to a pantry. My body could move and did so without my permission, a stirring down below my belt. I'd been aroused by her before, but never from sight alone. Thoughts about training staved it off and I swallowed nervously.
"You can sit wherever you want," she informed, but began bringing her tea supplies to the table where only two seating mats were placed. I decided to take one of the vacant seats, remaining uncomfortably quiet while she set us up.
"Can we talk?"
"We are," she pointed out, settling into her seat across from me, "but I'm going to assume you have something specific in mind to talk about."
"I do, and I'm sure you know what it is," I countered, "but I need to start with the facts. And the first and foremost fact is, I love you."
Akuri opened her mouth, but closed it again. Instead of giving me any insight as to how the proclamation made her feel, she closed her eyes to quell herself before addressing me visually again. Both green and blue globes were schooled into blankness, her full lips slightly pressed into an unreadable line.
"You might not think so right now, but I do," I promised, "I didn't leave you here in the village to hurt you, I went on this journey so that I could be strong enough to bring Sasuke back home to you."
"You couldn't stay here and get stronger by training and going on missions?" She asked icily, "because that's what I did."
"No, I couldn't," I countered calmly, "if I hadn't gone with the Pervy Sage and learned what I know now, there's no way in hell I would be able to get him back."
"And he's still not home," she hissed, "my brother, who you swore to Sakura to bring home, is still with Orochimaru."
"You know how she feels about him," I protested, but stopped myself, "but you're right. You're exactly right - Sasuke isn't here and I haven't brought him home. But you also know my nindo. I'll never-"
"Go back on your word," she finished succinctly, her voice still sharp like a blade, "that was always your ninja way, I suppose."
Silence passed for long moments while she processed the information passed between us. It almost jarred me when she finally spoke, no venom in her words. Only candid pain.
"Then at least explain to me why you couldn't even say goodbye."
"Because I'm a coward," I admitted, "I didn't have the heart to break yours and see it for myself."
The ANBU across from me opened her mouth to speak, but the shrill cry from the kettle silenced her. She stood abruptly, attending to the screeching appliance and bringing it over on a hot pad before reclaiming her seat. Akuri poured steaming water over our teabags, dropping a dollop of honey in each mug. Her delicate hands curled around the warm cup, pulling hers closer to inhale the aroma.
"You couldn't have taken me with you?" She wondered quietly, taking a small sip of her steamy tea.
"The village needed you here, and that isn't an excuse," I reasoned, bringing my own mug closer to take a sip. It reminded me of all the fall and winter nights we spent drinking hot orange zest tea, talking about life and loving one another. "Grandma Tsunade herself ordered me to leave you here to protect the village."
"That explains why she personally recommended me for ANBU special ops, I guess," she surmised, looking down intently at the swirling steam.
"She knows how valuable you are," I pointed out, "how skilled you've become."
The dark haired woman opposite myself didn't seem to acknowledge my praise, instead I wondered where her mind was running.
"Akuri..."
Those pretty orbs flicked up to meet my own in wordless question.
"Do you still love me?" I asked outright, "is there a chance that you'll forgive me for being such a coward?"
The nervous habit of twirling her hair started up, the first sign of the old Akuri I'd seen since she'd arrived home. I wanted to take her hands in mine, but these were strange waters and I didn't dare test her.
"Naruto, I...I never stopped loving you," she murmured, "I just...I was so alone and so angry. I haven't stopped being angry...even now."
Akuri was clearly warring with herself across from me, unsure of how she wanted or ought to feel about her predicament. She took a healthy sip of her tea, heaving a long and weary sigh after. The Shinobi across from me held my gaze for long minutes, her eyes even more piercing without her deadly Doujutsu while they prodded for answers.
"Can I hug you?" I asked, feeling all the more awkward for asking. She nodded after a brief moment, allowing me to shift closer to face her.
Akuri fit in my arms as perfectly as she did three years ago, but she no longer felt like a girl. Her muscled arms curled behind me as she returned the hug, our bodies seemingly melting together. I buried my nose in her silky hair, taking in the new but familiar scent. She was shaking in my arms and I realized it to be tears.
"I missed you so fucking much," she sobbed into my chest, her fingers fisting in the back of my jacket in an attempt to keep me against her. "I waited for you every fucking day! I just wanted you to come home, Naruto!"
"I missed you too," I told her thickly, bringing one hand up to cup the back of her neck. "I'm not going to leave you ever again, I won't ever hurt you like this again."
It felt like I was siphoning the sadness from her and storing it in my stomach as she cried into my jacket, but there was a small joy in the act itself. Akuri was letting her guard down, allowing me into her world again. The way she clung to me like driftwood in a tsunami told me that she meant every word.
"I'm home," I assured, "and there's nowhere for me to go without you next to me."
Once she had calmed enough to only hiccup or sniffle occasionally, I shifted her in my arms to stand and carry her. I nudged the bedroom door open with my foot, settling her on the mattress prior to removing my jacket and headband. Seeing her sprawled across the sheets, hair like black tendrils branching out, her robe loose enough for me to see the silk of her gown hugging every curve of her body was starting to get to me. I squelched my wanting before I slid in behind her, wrapping an arm around her slim waist to pull her to me.
"I remember the last time we shared this bed," I murmured into her hair, rearranging us to spoon comfortably, "you fell asleep in my arms in thirty minutes after being gone for two weeks in the land of lightning."
"This time, I was in the Hidden Mist for six days," Akuri divulged, "I could fall asleep in the next thirty seconds, if I'm honest."
"Gimme a kiss and I'll let you sleep," I bargained, but was met with even breaths and soft snores. A laugh almost escaped, but I held on to the quiet, knowing how tired she had to have been. The moonlight filtered in through the bedroom window, shedding just enough for me to study her face. Any traces of baby fat had sunken away to reveal delicate cheekbones and a small straight nose, her lips had filled to a succulent Cupid's bow.
Within moments, I was drowsy with the weariness of my own journey home and nuzzled into the sweet-smelling woman beside me, sleep dragging me down under with haste.
X Akuri X
A few very soft nudges to the base of my spine woke me up, but what made me aware was the nudge turning into a blunt stab and a quiet groan from my bed partner. I turned my head to see Naruto in the light of the early morning, asleep with his mouth partially open and a strained expression wrinkling his nose and brows. His body curled closer and the blunt object digging into my back became clearly obvious when he sighed.
Naruto was hard and my core throbbed in response, a sensation that I hadn't felt in years. My heartbeat began to gently thrum between my legs, a soft tingle spreading throughout my body.
"Mmm...'Kuri..." he moaned softly, rolling his hips again to relieve himself with friction. His fingers twitched in his sleep on my hip and I shifted with him, pressing myself against him.
I remembered those many years ago, when our growing bodies would respond to one another's. I'd woken up like this many times before, but it had been nearly three years since the last time. Now, I was sixteen and finally had the man of my dreams close to me again.
Desire pooled deep down in my stomach and I acted upon it, rolling to face the blond snoozing contently beside me. I studied his face, noting his infamous whiskers and that he'd trimmed his hair. His Adam's Apple had protruded and I could see light yellow peach fuzz growing on his upper lip. The boy that I loved was becoming a man, a process that I wished I'd been able to experience with him.
"Why're you awake?" Naruto rumbled sleepily, cerulean eyes half mast with sleep. The grin that pulled on my lips came without much of a fight, the joy of having him so near pushing away anything else.
"You."
Naruto's puzzled expression almost made me laugh, but the flush that tinted his cheeks indicated his awareness.
"I'm sorry, it's been a really long time since I've been so close to you," he apologized softly, shifting as though to pull back.
"You don't need to be sorry," I said quickly, curling a hand on his hip to cease his retreat, "maybe I want you much closer than this."
Naruto froze momentarily, his sleep-fogged brain putting the pieces together. His warm blue eyes caught mine, as though searching for further clarification. I began rubbing my thumb in circles on the bone of his hip, shifting nearer to press our bodies and lips together. A warm, wet prod from the neighboring tongue startled me, but I allowed entrance and my own began to mingle. Hands began to wander and paw, fingers and nails snagging on hair or clothes.
"I missed you so much," Naruto managed, his adept fingers pushing my robe from my shoulders, "you have no idea how many times I dreamed about this, about you."
"About half as much as I dreamed about you," I shot back lightheartedly, tugging at the hem of his fishnet shirt.
Naruto obliged, pulling away and sitting up to remove his shirt, flinging it over by the ajar door. I took the opportunity and straddled his lap, shrugging the navy material from my shoulders and letting it pool behind me while I kissed him wetly again. My skin broke out in goose flesh the moment his warm hands slid under my gown to caress and grope my thighs and rump, his hips rolling up while he pulled mine down. He ate every moan I fed him, feeling the bulbous head prodding through the layers of his clothes and my panties.
"Clothes need to go," I huffed against his lips before retreating and standing by the bed, "I want to see the rest of you."
Naruto stood to undo his pants, eyes hooded with desire and trained on me. I reached for the hem of my short white gown, pulling it up and over my head before launching it over to the pile of discarded articles. My nipples began to pebble and the goosebumps spread over the rest of me, excitement and chill in the air. This was the barest I'd ever been before him, the only article remaining being the clean, plain cotton panties I'd changed into. His stare made me want to cover up, my arms coming up to cross over my chest; suddenly self-conscious about any marring or old wounds, stretch marks from growing and changing over the years.
X Naruto X
When her arms curled around defensively, I finished removing my pants and crossed the distance between us to gently take her wrists in my hands.
"You don't have to be shy," I encouraged softly, sweetly bringing her hands to my lips to drop light kisses about the surface before speaking again, "there's not a single part of you I don't want to see."
"I don't look like I used to."
"Of course you don't," I said with a soft laugh, my fingers releasing her palms to skim over her waist and back, "you're grown now, and you've worked so hard with this body of yours."
Our lips met instead of a reply and I pulled her against me, her soft skin melting with mine. I could feel the buds of her breasts against my chest like I'm sure she felt my unyielding erection pressing into her flat belly through the material of my boxers. Tentatively, I slid my hands below her panties to feel the plushness of her behind and fed her a low groan as she ground forward against me. The kunoichi's hands were a surprise at my waistband, though not unwelcome as she began to pull them from me.
"You first," she muttered against my lips, but dropped down with my undergarments following closely. She was kneeling before me, my underwear about my ankles, her hand sliding up one thigh to curl around the base of my cock.
"Akuri, you don't have to do tha-aaaatt," I trailed off with a moan, her mouth descending the length wetly. My hands furled loosely in her hair, my hips straining with desire to thrust down her throat. "Oh god..."
I didn't have to move, Akuri's head starting to bob up and down like she could read my mind. The cavern of her mouth was warm and moistened, her tongue paying mind to a vein that ran along the underside of my member. My fingers tightened their hold when she looked up at me, blue and green eyes glittering with arousal and her mouth absolutely full of me.
"I'm not gonna last long," I warned her, "if you keep up like this, I'm not gonna make it another minute."
Akuri's mouth left me with a wet pop almost immediately, to my amusement and dismay. Her full absence made me groan again, reaching down to firmly squeeze myself to stave off the coming orgasm.
"Your turn," I told her, hauling her up by the waist to push her backwards. She yelped in surprise, though landing on her plush mattress.
I came closer and parted her legs, watching her open her mouth to protest. Her nearly hairless genitals made finding her clitoris easy, sealing my mouth to the nub to cease her words. The moan she made got my cock to throb and I did my best to focus on the task at hand. I suckled at it and the woman below me keened, her thighs closing around my ears in response. My fingers found the glistening lips of her core and I slid one inside of her, adjusting the rhythm of my mouth to compensate for any discomfort. Her walls were warm and silky to the touch, my cock now fully envious of my hand and throbbing to get in.
Akuri's noises weren't muted in the slightest and the pitch of her voice told me she was near her end. I redoubled my efforts, a second finger added and I lightly rolled her bud between my teeth. The ministration sent her tumbling over the edge, her fingers clawing in the sheets and her hips bucking against me.
I shifted from my place, sitting back on my haunches to wipe the fluids from my mouth and to admire my handiwork. Akuri lay flat on her back, a flush tinting her whole body while she caught her breath.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" I couldn't help but ask.
"I don't normally think about that sort of thing anymore," she answered honestly, "but I like hearing you say it."
"I'm going to say it forever, then," I promised with a grin, leaning down over her to kiss her again. Her limbs coiled around me, pulling our bodies flush. We both tensed and our lips parted when I grazed her moist opening, my dick giving a hearty twitch of apprehension after being so near it's goal. Our eyes met and Akuri gave me the smallest nod, her legs releasing me to spread open. I kissed her with more passion then, guiding myself into her with one hand at an agonizingly slow pace.
"You won't hurt me," she murmured against my lips, her hands finding my hips to urge me further inside.
After a moment of great internal debate, I obliged and sunk myself into her with a moan from both parties. It was snug and silky being rooted within her, but my drive to move was too strong to ignore. I began to pump myself in and out of her, gaining fervor with every noise that she made. Her whole form jostled with my thrusts and her face was wrenched in rapture.
"You feel so good," she praised breathlessly, spurring my momentum. My hands wandered over her, taking the time to get to know the feel of her skin again. A paw curled at one of her breasts, thumbing the nipple into hardness before taking it in my mouth. She gasped and moaned, her own fingers fisting in my hair as though it kept her there. My end was drawing near, thrusting unrelentingly inside of her to gain another climax before I was spent.
"Naruto!" She cried out, her entire body clamping and fluttering on mine as she tumbled over the edge. I could only produce a guttural groan, unable to withdraw before I followed her into the post-coital abyss. A secondary flutter of her internal muscles made me wince, overstimulated and too satisfied to move.
"I'm afraid we aren't sleeping like this," Akuri's soft voice roused me, proffering an empty pillowcase as a cleanup rag. "I don't think either of us want to sleep in our mess."
I took it and carefully wedged it below our connection point, slowly pulling out with a grunt. My spunk immediately began to ooze out of her, pooling on the cotton before starting to saturate it and I found myself mesmerized by the sight. If I hadn't just blown my load and dried off, I would've tried to slide back in.
"You'll see it again in the morning," Akuri promised with a long yawn, taking the cloth from me to clean herself.
"It's morning now," I teased, shifting to lay beside her again, "maybe later this evening after a nap and some ramen?"
The kunoichi beside me smiled and rolled her eyes, turning to slot against my side and close her eyes. I curled one arm around her, lightly skimming my fingertips over her hip. I felt sleep tugging at my senses urgently and yawned deeply, turning my head to nuzzle her hair.
"Love you," she mumbled into my skin.
"Love you more," I promised, dropping a kiss on her temple. "Get some sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."
Once I felt her relax into slumber, I joined her quickly. This would be our first of many, many nights together and I felt more than lucky. I was home and so was she.
