A/N: A late Christmas present for you all. Hope you enjoy.

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Tenderness and Troublemaking

'Why, what troubles thee, my husband?' she typed, her words laced with a teasing tone. 'Art thou not fond of what thine eyes behold? Dost desire encumber thee still, for other things?'

Minato's reply was a rapid cascade of frantic typing, his surprise evident in the hurried rhythm of his keystrokes. 'Tsukiumi, please, cover yourself! Did Matsu talk you into this?' His words scrolled hastily, as if he were trying to outrun his own flustered thoughts.

'Thou art the one who brought up cybering, are you not?' she queried, her words a tightrope walk between jest and earnest. 'Or are the haunches of thy wife not to thy liking?'

'I mean, yes, but I never imagined you, of all people, would do it!' His surprise resonated through each word, leaping off the screen.

'And why is that, may I ask?' Tsukiumi probed. 'I am beautiful and thy wife. Surely, I am the sun around which thy fantasies orbit.'

Minato hesitated, his fingers pausing above the keys as he pondered his words. 'You're the most... dignified of all my Sekirei,' he eventually replied, navigating the delicate dynamics of their conversation with caution. Thankfully the image she sent him was now above the chat window. Now all he had to do was keep from scrolling up again…

Tsukiumi's response was both assertive and refined. 'Then thou art blessed, knowing what thou alone mayst draw from a dignified woman such as I,' she declared, maintaining her regal composure even in the realm of online discourse. 'So answer me: dost thou like what thou seest?'

Minato's next message was a blend of admiration and humility. 'I guess I'm still learning about the many deep facets of who you are,' he typed. 'It's surprising, but... I'm not complaining,' he added, a hint of a smile playing in his text.

Tsukiumi's reply came with a hint of mischief. 'Perhaps thou shouldst adjust thy perceptions, my dear husband. I am more than a mere portrait of antiquity,' she wrote. 'I, too, have needs, and I, too, wish for thee to explore my depths.'

Minato chuckled to himself before replying. 'You're full of surprises, Tsukiumi. And that's one of the many reasons I…' He paused, contemplating how to express his feelings through the impersonal medium of text.

Tsukiumi waited, her digital presence a patient, expectant glow on the screen. Finally, Minato completed his thought. 'One of the many reasons I care about you so much,' he confessed, his honesty shining through the pixels.

The conversation took a softer turn. 'And I, thee,' Tsukiumi responded. 'Though we converse through screens, my sentiments are as true as if spoken face to face.'

Minato felt a warmth spread through him. Tsukiumi was a paradox: always ready to speak her mind but so shy when it came to anything "shameful". At least now he knew a way to open her up on that front. 'I'm really glad to hear that, Tsukiumi. Maybe one day, we'll be able to have these talks in person,' he mused, hopeful.

Tsukiumi's next message was a promise. 'That day shall come, my husband. Until then, let us continue to explore this unique path together, in both the virtual and the real.'

Minato's next message carried a playful undertone. 'I'm starting to think you enjoy surprising me,' he typed, the rhythm of his typing now more relaxed, and comfortable. 'If Matsu took this sort of approach and ditched the porno-speak she likely would have had me first.'

Tsukiumi's response was swift, tinged with humor. 'Mayhaps I do. It is quite a delight to see thy reactions, especially when they are so... animated,' she wrote. 'Perhaps Matsu isn't such a know-it-all after all.'

Minato laughed softly, his fingers dancing over the keyboard. 'Well, consider me thoroughly entertained. And here I was, thinking I knew all there was to know about my Sekirei.'

'There is much to learn about one another, Minato. The depths of our souls are like the vast ocean – endless and ever-changing.'

Minato was really starting to enjoy this game they were playing. Tsukiumi had never been like this in-person. 'So, what other surprises do you have in store? Or is that something I need to find out in time?'

'Oh, thou art a terrible scoundrel, tormenting thy poor wife and tempting her so.' Minato laughed at that. She talked about temptation but he was sorely tempted to go see her and sweep her off her feet. Tsukiumi's newfound playfulness was really having an effect on him.

'So, I will torment thee in turn. Some things are better left for discovery. Anticipation, after all, is a delightful spice.'

Their conversation then took a more reflective turn. 'Do you ever think about the future, Tsukiumi? Where the Sekirei Plan is heading?' Minato asked, his words conveying a mix of hope and uncertainty.

Tsukiumi's response took longer to write than the length of words would imply. 'The future is an unwritten scroll, my husband. We pen it with our actions and dreams. I believe as long as you and I are together, the journey will be a splendid one.'

Minato smiled at her words, feeling a sense of peace. He sent a smiley emoji and typed, 'I hope so. With you, Matsu, and the others... it's like a strange, wonderful family.'

'It is indeed,' Tsukiumi agreed. 'A family born not of blood, but of bond. And in that, we find our strength and purpose. Never forget, though, which of us is thy REAL wife.'

Minato shifted the conversation to lighter topics. 'You know, I never asked, but what do you enjoy doing in your free time?' he inquired, curious about her personal interests.

'I find solace in the garden with Kusano and the landlady, tending to the flowers. There is a certain tranquility in nurturing life,' she wrote, her words painting a serene image.

'That sounds peaceful. I can almost picture you, a tranquil figure amidst the blooms and cherry blossoms,' Minato replied, his imagination painting the scene.

A moment of silence followed before Tsukiumi's next message appeared, bringing a surprising twist to their conversation. 'Minato, might I be so bold as to request something from thee?'

Curious, Minato replied swiftly. 'Of course, anything. What is it?'

'Wouldst thou grace me with an image of thyself? Without thy shirt, if thou art willing,' Tsukiumi asked, her request a blend of boldness and bashfulness. She could hardly keep her thighs from rubbing together, let alone keep her hand out from underneath her panties. It had proved difficult to converse with him whilst resisting the urge to pleasure herself.

Minato's heart skipped a beat, a mix of surprise and amusement flooding him. 'Well, that's... unexpected.' He took a moment to decide. She was one of his Sekirei, and if Miya caught onto this she would likely kill him. But then again, she'd probably clobber him just for having the images in the first place. His hard-on throbbed against the button of his dungarees and he sighed. 'But sure, give me a moment.'

There was a brief pause as Minato prepared himself, hoisting his t-shirt over his head and onto the mattress. He leaned back in his chair as he pulled out his phone and, feeling a blend of shyness and excitement, took the selfie and sent it, his heart racing slightly.

Tsukiumi's response was immediate. Her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed crimson. She couldn't resist the urge to swirl her fingertips around her honey pot. 'Thou art more charming than I anticipated,' she complimented her words carrying a hint of warmth and admiration. 'Such a lean and handsome young man… Thou should not find such requests from me, or the others, so unexpected.'

Minato couldn't help but blush. 'I'm glad you think so. But remember, this is just between us, okay?'

'Of course,' Tsukiumi assured him. Her breaths grew heavier as her fingers dug deeper, typing furiously with one thumb. 'Thy trust is not misplaced.'

Minato, encouraged by their growing intimacy, ventured further. 'If I were with you right now, what would you do?' he typed, his words laced with a daring curiosity.

'I might dare to steal a kiss, a bold move perhaps, but one I find myself increasingly inclined to consider,' she flirted back.

Minato's heart raced at her reply. 'A stolen kiss, huh? I don't think I'd mind being your victim in that case,' he typed. 'Sending each other nudes is one thing, seeing it in person might result in serious hemorrhaging on my part.'

'Wouldst thou not retaliate in kind, then? Or perhaps, seek a more... daring compensation?' Tsukiumi teased, her text carrying a tantalizing hint of challenge.

Minato chuckled, his imagination ignited. 'Oh, I'd definitely retaliate. Maybe I'd even escalate things a bit. How would you feel about that?'

Tsukiumi began to pant like an out-of-shape runner during a marathon. If any of her rivals saw her, she might die of shame. 'Escalation? Now thou speakest a common tongue. I am curious to see how far thou wouldst go.'

'Let's just say, I wouldn't stop at just a kiss,' Minato flirted back.

Tsukiumi was now panting like a runner during a sprint. 'And neither would I,' she responded, her fingers running slick with her arousal. 'The game of escalation could lead us to uncharted waters.'

Minato's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his mind racing with possibilities. 'I guess we'll have to explore those waters together, won't we?'

'Indeed, exploration is always more thrilling with a companion,' Tsukiumi agreed, her message concluding with a flirtatious note. 'Until then, we have our imaginations to guide us.'

Minato decided to turn up the heat. 'If I were there, I'd start by tracing my fingers along your arm, feeling the warmth of your skin,' he typed, his words painting a vivid picture.

Tsukiumi shuddered, feeling the tingle along her arm. 'And I would lean into thy touch, feeling the electricity of thy fingers as they explore.'

'Then, I'd pull you close, our breaths mingling, the space between us charged with lightning,' Minato continued, his words becoming more evocative.

Tsukiumi's typing speed increased, a sign of her growing arousal. 'The thought alone sends shivers down my spine, a deadly lightning strike which thou would bring. What else wouldst thou do, my darling husband?'

'I'd look into your eyes, deep and endless, and then slowly, very slowly, kiss you. First gently, then with increasing passion,' Minato wrote, his own heart racing with the imagery.

'The imagery thou paints is intoxicating,' Tsukiumi confessed, her words a mix of arousal and enchantment. 'It kindles a fire within me, a burning desire for thy presence. I would consume both thee and thy lips, Minato.'

Encouraged, Minato's next words were bold and explicit. 'I'd want to explore every inch of you, to hear the soft moans escape your lips as my hands discover all the places that make you gasp.'

Tsukiumi's reply was breathless, her arousal palpable through the screen. 'Thy words rekindle a deep longing in me, Minato. Oh, how I've yearned to be touched, explored, cherished in thine arms.'

Minato, sensing Tsukiumi's rising desire, further intensified his words. 'I can almost feel you now, the heat of your body, the silkiness of your skin under my fingers.'

'Thy words are like a caress, stirring deep sensations within me,' Tsukiumi responded, her text reflecting her heightened state of arousal. 'I long for the pressure of thy touch, the weight of thy body against mine. My quim aches for thee!'

'I'd press against you, our bodies fitting together perfectly. I'd whisper in your ear, telling you all the things I want to do to you, all the ways I want to make you feel,' Minato wrote, his own imagination fueled by their steamy exchange.

Speak those words, Minato. Let me hear thy desires. The very thought of them sets my heart ablaze.'

Minato replied with more explicit detail, 'How would you like to sit on my lap? To feel my lean body as you lay upon me without fear as I explore all the places you've saved just for me?'

'I would guide thee, show thee the paths to my own pleasure,' Tsukiumi wrote, her words painting a picture of mutual exploration and ecstasy. 'Together, we would soar to heights unknown, lost in a world of our own making. Tell me, canst thou feel my breath? It grows heavy as the heat in my bosom, pressed to thy chest!'

Tsukiumi leaned back on her bed, her expression stretched in orgasmic bliss as she let her fantasies take over her mind. She pumped her fingers as far as they could reach, in and out as she kneaded her exposed breast like pizza dough.

She bit her lip as her eyes rolled back and her body raised into a tense arc upon her sexual release.

She returned to the conversation not long after the fantasy passed its climax.

'Are you there Tsukiumi?' was the message that awaited her upon returning.

'I am sorry, Minato. At some point, I seemed to have lost myself…'

Minato's eyes averted from the screen and over to his trash can which had one extra crumpled tissue thrown inside. He returned to the conversation. 'You're not the only one…'

As the intensity of their conversation ebbed, Minato and Tsukiumi found themselves in a calm, reflective state. 'This was unexpected, but amazing,' Minato typed, a sense of awe in his words. 'I didn't know we could connect like this, even from afar.'

Tsukiumi's reply was tender and heartfelt. 'Neither did I, my husband. Thou hast opened new horizons for me, ones I never knew existed. This night shall be etched in my heart forever.'

'There will be more nights like this,' Minato promised, feeling a profound connection to Tsukiumi that transcended the digital space. 'And hopefully, one day, we won't need screens to share these moments.'

'I look forward to such a day,' Tsukiumi responded, her words imbued with hope and longing. 'Until then, know that my heart is ever thine, across any distance.'

They continued to chat for a while, sharing thoughts and laughter, the conversation now lighter, yet still intimate. Eventually, the need for rest called to them both.

'It's late, we should probably get some sleep,' Minato finally typed, reluctant to end their encounter but knowing they needed rest.

'Indeed, my husband. I shall dream of thee tonight, of us,' Tsukiumi replied, a hint of a smile in her text.

'Goodnight, Tsukiumi. Sweet dreams,' Minato sent his final message for the night, feeling a contentment he hadn't known before.

'Goodnight, Minato. Until we meet again, in dreams or in the waking world,' Tsukiumi responded, closing the conversation with a sentiment as timeless as her speech.

With that, the chat window went silent, each of them lingering for a moment before logging off. They went to their respective beds, but the warmth of their connection stayed with them, a gentle reminder of the deep bond they shared. In the quiet of the night, they both smiled, hearts full and minds still echoing with the memories of their digital rendezvous.

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A/N: So, who should I have Minato cyberbone next? Leave your answer in a review.