Chapter Thirty-Six
"The deal goes off in two weeks," the spectacled man gestured for Temari to pour him another round of whiskey, and she politely obliged him. Ten year-old whisky, expensive shit. She feigned disinterest as she leaned forward, making sure to flash plenty of cleavage thanks to her skimpy outfit of a red bikini top and a black leather mini-skirt. Unlike the man's companion, Dr. Amando Sanzu grasped the concept of Look but don't touch as he admired her breasts and her ass. "All the higher ups will be here for a private event." The man resumed talking as if Temari's little show hadn't interrupted things, apart from a slight change in the tone.
"Bar bitch, another round!" Kara security chief, Kokatsu Warui called out his moniker for her. After spurring his advances the first time, he treated her with a mix of disdain and respect – she was the only one who could make a Vesper to his liking. Three martinis, I'd hate to see the bastard's liver! He was a big man, but the red flushing of his face suggested he was only holding his liquor so well. It doesn't help, he drinks on the job. Why the hell would anyone hire this bum!
"Coming right up, sugar," Temari hated how good she had gotten at playing a bubbly blonde bimbo that served over-proofed drinks. She poured the familiar measures of gin, vodka, and Lillet Blanc into the shaker of ice. She shook, strained, garnished, and served on autopilot. "Here you go!" she leaned forward, giving the man a perfect view of her chest as she handed off the drink.
"And here you go!" he handed her fifteen thousand yen in bills. Temari slipped it into the little space that was available in the cup of her bikini top. Who knew serving strong and overly fancy drinks to desperate men could be so lucrative. In only a few months, the men of the club had dropped almost a year's pay as a shinobi in her lap.
Shikamaru, too, had made lucrative bank in his time working for Dr. Sanzu. Apparently, the man had taken a shine to Shikamaru and promoted him. The admiration was not mutual. Shikamaru come home about a month ago and told her about Dr. Sanzu's lab at the gut-wrenching findings inside. Temari confirmed countless kids disappearing from orphanages, sex workers going out and never returning home, and mental health wards missing patients not missed. Dr. Sanzu was using live test subjects Using the marginalized, the invisible. You make me sick, both of you!
"I suppose you guys want something special to commemorate this deal?" the club owner asked. He held out his glass for Temari to refill with gin and soda. Temari had an opening, but she couldn't make her move here; talking now might raise suspicions.
"Gents, will there be anything else for you?" She smirked, hoping to get a rise from them both.
"Typhoon, you'd better get back up front; you're next set is up," the club owner insisted.
"Of course," she bowed politely, turned and left.
As she left, she caught the words, "If I was just a bit younger, I'd hit that and never stop," in Dr. Sanzu's voice. Far from being flattering, Temari shivered at the words. The man supposedly has his daughter's brain and spinal cord in a jar in his office. From what she gathered, he was trying to resurrect her as a clone that was part human and part machine. By all accounts, he was close to making something. But what? She had a familial genetic disorder that caused serious neurologic decline in a matter of a few years. A carbon copy would die or be deformed just as fast! Even the Edo Tensei Orohimaru used was far from perfect.
Temari put on her best face as she returned to the DJ's booth and began another set of some of the hottest dance beats in the land. While she was enjoying her time undercover and being a bad girl on the wild side, the faint call of home – Konoha – reached out to her. She hadn't seen Hinata, Naruto, Ino, Lady and Lord Nara, nor any of the people she cared about so much in months. Her mind wandered to Gaara. A week ago, Ino had forwarded their mail, and she had an invite to Gaara and Matsuri's wedding at the end of August. Matsuri was already visibly pregnant by the invitation's photograph. The youngest of us, and he's going to be the first to be a parent.
It took everything she had not to sulk over the unfairness of the situation. Stow it! If you had a baby right now, some other poor sap, maybe Ino, maybe Hinata would be here right now and missing her family. You'll get your chance soon enough!
The set ended, and Temari called into the microphone, "All right everyone, it's 0200, and you know the 'O' stands for 'Oh my god, it's early!' Last call for alcohol!" Her words nearly caused a wave of patrons to descend on the bar for one last drink. Temari set the last song of the night and began closing down the nonessential parts of the booth. The song played out, and she powered down flashing lights and sound equipment as the overhead lights came on – another evening having come to its end.
Temari exited the booth and made for the dressing rooms backstage. Like most nightclubs and strip clubs, the girls all shared one common dressing room versus individual rooms. The room consisted of one long vanity with mirrors and lights surrounding them, scattered bits of makeup and costumes, and everyone's personal effects for when not on stage. For Temari, the only thing personal was a black leather jacket she wore on her walks home.
As she took the jacket from the closet, she heard a sound all too familiar – crying. However, this wasn't one of the girls crying because they'd been touched inappropriately or embarrassed by a customer. Temari recognized the gurgling sound of someone who'd just had their nose smashed in. "Mommy!" Temari ran to the dark corner of the dressing room, perplexed. Who the hell brings their kid in a place like this? "Mommy!"
"Baby, it's all right," the young woman protested. Temari froze as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She knew the voice of both mother and child. Temari initially thought it was her flashing back to the day she got injured near this village. "Y-You!" The mother stared as blood drained down her nose and mouth.
"Oh my god, what happened to you!" Temari deflected, searching the long vanity for tissues, rags, anything to stop the bleeding. Spotting what she needed she snatched a handful of tissues and handed them to the still sobbing mass, "Here." Temari's stomach turned over in knots. She can identify me; the mission is compromised!
"I- I never had the chance to say thank you!"
"And you never had to," Temari raised a hand.
"Mommy, it's her!" the little girl stared as if she were looking at a ghost. "It's the pretty lady that save me and Snuffy!"
"Please, you can't tell anyone!" Temari spoked hushed but desperate. She again assessed the woman and child. Her heart sank at the sight of black and blue bruises on the little girl's forearm and smeared makeup on the mother's face revealing the same around her left eye. "Dear god, who did this to you?" Temari asked but she already knew.
"My husband," the lady confirmed, "the guy with the cheap suit and the expensive martinis."
Oh god! This was her target's spouse. This was the woman that pleaded with her, Shikamaru, and Choji to save her little girl when Ten-Tails was attacking this area. Kokatsu Warui is her husband! "How- how long!"
"Since before the war," she wiped tears and blood. A younger Temari might have chided the woman for staying with an abusive husband. The years spent investigating the drug, Fatal Lust, reminded her that things were rarely so simple. For that matter think of what Mom went through with Lord Rasa. "He was always a heavy drinker, but he started getting violent a few months before shipping out. Afterwards, he started hitting Kayo," she looked at her daughter, "as well as me!"
The room spun, but Temari kept her head still, "I never did ask you your name."
"Emi, Emi Warui…"
"What was your name before…" Before you married a monster.
"Makino, my maiden name was Makino," she explained.
"Emi," Temari weighed the situation. Every instinct said this woman and child were a liability to the mission and should be eliminated. Really? You'll just go Shrew of the Sands again? "Come on," she held out a hand to Emi, "There is a twenty-four-hour diner around the corner. I'll buy you a cup of coffee."
"Please, I don't want to impose…"
"We need to talk, and with how liquored up your husband is," Temari looked at her watch, "give him say, thirty minutes, and he'll be passed out and sleeping it off."
Emi nodded slightly and took Temari's hand. Her nose had stopped bleeding; although, it was still angry red. As far as Temari could tell, the nose wasn't broken. Thankfully, the trip to the diner around the corner from the club was uneventful, and the diner was near deserted. "Two cups of coffee, cream and sugar for us, and a vanilla shake for the little one," Temari ordered as they sat at the counter.
Coffee arrived, and the shake just a few moments later. Temari and Emi sat awkwardly as Kayo enjoyed her milkshake, oblivious to the situation. "Emi, was he always like this?"
"He was always a drinker, but it got worse the past few years," Emi said, waiting for the waitress to head back to the kitchen, "You are Temari Nara, right?"
"Don't let it get around," Temari prayed this conversation wouldn't end with her walking the two out into the night and having to make them disappear.
"Thank you for saving my daughter! I… I sent you a card and flowers…"
"I remember, and no need to thank me."
"What are you doing here?" Emi asked, staring incredulous, "you can't have fallen as bad as I have!"
"How is it that you have fallen so hard?" Temari asked, "Isn't your husband some local bigwig?"
"You think I see a ryo of that money he makes?" Emi scoffed. "He drinks most of it, and what he doesn't drink he spends on the club's dancers." She shook her head, "I don't know why his job actually hired him, much less keeps him!"
Temari thought back to the Fatal Lust Crisis, back to what Shikamaru told her about Dr. Sanzu's lab. Another child in a vulnerable family, ready to be sold off for a cheap bit of money. A drunkard who won't question it or the ethics of what the company is doing. That little girl is going to disappear soon. "He's into something extremely illegal," Temari admitted, "something I can't talk about." Temari looked around to make sure the waitress wasn't listening in. "He abuses both of you physically."
Temari noticed the woman's throat tighten at the mention of abuse, "He..he…"
Temari took Emi's hand, "Go on…"
"He," the woman cried, "he's had his dirty hands all over me, forced himself of me several times in a drunken rage…."
"And…"
"He's started doing the same to Kayo!"
Temari gripped her coffee mug with enough force she worried it might crack. The girl just enjoyed her milkshake, not understanding the gravity of what was happening. Dear god, she's what, eight years old! "He's going to kill both of you, you know," Temari said.
"What?!"
Temari raised a finger to hush Emi, "Emi, I've seen my share of abusive husbands and boyfriends. They don't get better; they don't mellow out. They only get worse and worse, until one day they step over a line they can't come back from."
"I don't know what to do," Emi cried.
"Mommy?!" Kayo registered some concern.
"Emi," Temari's stomach sat heavy. Lord Rasa had been callous to Mom, outright abusive to Gaara. A few years ago, the shrew of the sands wouldn't have batted an eyelash at this situation. It's not you anymore. Right now you have a choice if that is your legacy. "If I could get you away from here, would you take it?"
"He can find me! I've run away before!"
Temari raised a hand to shush her, "He won't find you; I know people who can make you disappear. You and Kayo can start over, and he'll never see you again." Or anyone else when I'm through with the bastard.
Shikamaru lay on the bed in the studio apartment as he thumbed through the pamphlet the White Kitsune had provided before he'd left on this mission. He couldn't believe he was reading it. In the past hour he'd been waiting for Temari, he'd read about birthing options, options for the sub-fertile, and options for those who were infertile. The information was boundless, and he didn't know what if any of it applied to his situation with Temari.
There hadn't been time to speak to Akemi before they left, much less get fully tested. It didn't matter; Temari continued birth control through this mission. Naruto and Hinata get married sometime this spring. Figure they get pregnant by mid-summer. He had no doubt about Naruto's virility or Hinata for that matter. The two were like animals in heat, and Shikamaru had kept quiet many times about them coming to meetings after clearly having had sex. You should talk. You were walking funny at the Red Kitsune that last night there! He smirked at the memory of the first night his sexy girlfriend, now sexy wife, had ruined him.
The door to the flophouse apartment they rented opened; it was Temari. "Hey," he said. Temari's cheeks were red, possibly from crying. "What's up?"
"Shika, we need to talk," Temari said as she took off her leather jacket, revealing her red bikini top. She wasn't trying to be sexy, but nevertheless, her toned body managed the deed without any enhancement.
"Okay, talk," he pushed away the pamphlet and the day's mail – including something he needed to talk about as well.
"The mission may be compromised," she said.
Shit! "What happened?" he asked.
"One of the cocktail waitresses…" her eyes averted to the side, "recognized me… It was the mother whose little girl I saved!"
"Oh… oh!" Shikamaru grasped how emotional that event had been. Her injuries in saving that child had cost them a pregnancy they hadn't even know about. "Temari, I can't even begin to…"
"It's fine, but it complicates things," she held up a hand to quiet him.
"Like?"
"For one, there is a huge deal going down in two weeks."
"They're moving a massive shipment of suicide vests in two weeks," Shikamaru chimed in, "Plus, something else."
"Something else?" Temari wrinkled her forehead.
"You know those cyborg-clone-whatever the hell they are hybrids I saw in the glass cylinders?" She nodded an understanding. "They're planning on moving them somewhere soon; if we don't stop that move, we might never pick up the trail again." He stared at his wife, "This woman…"
"Emi, her name is Emi, and her daughter is Kayo," she added.
"I'm assuming this means you don't want to eliminate them."
"I don't…. Shikamaru," he cheeks again reddened, "She's the wife of your security director."
"Oh shit…"
"He beats her and her daughter, he molests both of them!"
"I was planning on killing him anyhow," Shikamaru sighed, feeling a bit hollow at how easy killing had become in his mind.
"As am I," Temari said.
"By the tone of your voice, I'm assuming you are sympathetic."
"Shika, how hard would it be to make the two disappear? Start them all over?"
"We were given full sanction of the Hokage," he mused. "And this is a black op. Technically, we can do whatever the hell we want as long as we don't get caught." He stared at his wife's teal eyes. "Can you trust her?"
"Yes," Temari nodded and spoke without hesitation. "She's tried to escape before, and her daughter is going to end up another one of those disappeared children if we don't act soon."
"Shit, this all goes down really quick; we don't have long to plan," he stood from the bed.
"And it gets complicated," he held up the wedding invitation from Gaara.
"I saw it," she said.
"I assume you want to go? Shikamaru asked.
"Why wouldn't I?" she asked.
"You do realize you might be at risk of kidnapping."
"And you would be at risk for assassination," she nodded.
Shikamaru shrugged, "It seems to be an occupational hazard to us being married. If nothing else, Naruto and Hinata will be there for sure, maybe a few others. I doubt we'll be in any real danger"
"Speaking of occupational hazards of marriage," she eyed the pamphlet on the bed, "Are you still up for this when we get back?"
"Yes," he answered, surprised how certain he sounded.
"Are you sure?" she asked with real concern, "I know I've been pushing the issue, kind of hard lately."
"We aren't kids anymore, Temari," he picked up the pamphlet. "We talked about this many times." He set down the pamphlet, walked to her, and took her hands. "Not a day goes by when I don't think about what might have been," a lone tear traced his cheek. "I'll be afraid the whole time… but I want to know what still could be!"
Temari squeezed his hands and nodded. She let go of his hands and untied her bikini top and discarded the article to the nearby laundry hamper. She stretched as she made her way to the bathroom. She wasn't going for sensuous, not that she had to try. Her casually walking around topless would turn any straight male on. "I miss our room at the Nara Compound on nights like this," she eyed the diminutive restroom that somehow included a shower, sink, and toilet. "Hell, even our old place at Stony Bridge was nicer than this!"
"At least the shower there was big enough for two." Shikamaru smirked as she turned to look back at him. "And the bed held so many fun memories."
"Listen, perv," She unfastened her miniskirt and dropped it and her underwear as casually as ever, "just because we're talking babies doesn't mean I'm going to have sex with you tonight." She winked at the end of her statement.
"Sadly," he sighed, "If we're going to get everything ready for the next few weeks," he eyed his watch, seeing it was 0200, "I should be asking for a raincheck anyhow."
"Coward," she winked playfully as she turned on the shower.
"Troublesome woman," he laughed as he watched her shower.
Naruto stared at his wife, dolled up in a brilliant white Kimono trimmed in red. "It's perfect in every way," Hinata said as she eyed her reflection. Naruto stood transfixed. Years earlier, Hinata had dreamed of them getting married with her wearing the exact dress she'd found at the bridal boutique. The dream is becoming reality! He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing nervously.
"I admit," the saleslady scrutinized Hinata from every ankle, "It fits you with uncanny perfection – a blend of traditional elegance and modern beauty." She turned to Naruto, "The groom is a very lucky man."
"Yes, he is!" Naruto agreed with a smile cracked ear to ear.
"The Kimono is perfect," Hinata took a moment to admire herself from multiple angles in the mirror. "We'll take it!"
"Excellent," the saleswoman clapped her hands, "I'll get us scheduled for a follow up fitting for… when did you say the wedding date was?"
"March 23," Naruto and Hinata answered in unison.
"Ah, I'll schedule it for mid-January, then. That will leave plenty of time if alterations are needed – granted I don't see that as likely."
"Of course," Hinata nodded.
"Well, Lady Hyūga, if you want to get changed out back to your street clothes, you can leave the dress in the dressing room, and I'll have it set aside." The lady bowed, "I'll meet you both in the front of the store." She turned on her heels and left the room.
"Damn," Naruto eyed Hinata, "I can't begin to tell you," he stepped closer, "how damn great you look in that outfit."
"Just wait until I'm made up completely," she said, voice dreamy.
"I'm Imaging that final moment when Mom says, 'You may kiss the bride,'" Naruto drew in close.
Unexpectedly, Hinata brought her hand over his lips, "We haven't paid for the dress yet, and I don't want to risk ruining it before we can get married in it, naughty boy!" she winked. "That part will have to wait until after the ceremony." She walked away to the separate changing room. Naruto noticed her hips swaying just a bit more than usual as she walked.
"Killjoy," he teased.
"I have to leave something for you to look forward to," she called out through the changing room door. She exited in a few moments, wearing her mauve mission top and her form-fitting navy blue shorts. "Besides, we need to talk after we finish at the apartment.
"Am I in trouble?"
"No," she assured him, "but just something we should talk about." Her coy tone suggested it was something more exciting than moving the last of his stuff out before his lease ended in a few days. Konohamaru, Hanabi, Neji, and Dad had been moving boxes when they left for the dress fitting.
They left the fitting area, paid a sizable deposit before leaving, and made their way back to Stony Bridge Apartments. Along the walk, they were followed by the usual throngs of male and female admirers. Naruto didn't need Sage Mode to detect the intentions of a few members of the crowd who were a bit more than curious as to what bra size Hinata wore. Naruto gently brought his right hand to the small of her back, his last two fingers extending down to the upper curve of her seat, just above her back pocket. The message would be subtle to most but clear to those with perverted intentions.
There was a sudden pressure in Naruto's left back pocket followed by a firm pinch of his left buttocks, "AHH!" he jumped, surprised that one of his fangirls had stepped over a line so blatantly. To his surprise, it had been a fangirl – Hinata. "We're in public!" he half-gasped, half-laugh as her finger stroked across his rump.
"That's the point," she giggled, taking her hand from his pocket , and patting his butt with a playful spank. "I'm sending a message, just like you."
"Hehehe," he grinned. "And what message is that?"
"That you're the only one allowed to put his hands on my ass," she again gave his butt a firm but pleasant squeeze, "and I'm the only one allowed to put my hands on yours!" Hinata lurched towards him and took his lower earlobe into her mouth with a gentle nip.
There was a collective sigh among several women watching them as they walked along the street with the public display of affection. Sorry ladies, I'm taken! Naruto looked over his shoulder at a few guys now kicking rocks along the street. Eat your heart out, guys! She's mine! They both walked, almost skipped, the rest of the way to Stony Bridge Apartments.
As they entered the building, butterflies circled in Naruto's stomach. The apartment had been a place of solitude, his personal space. In three days, he was returning the keys to the building management and would now a permanent resident of the Hyūga Compound, not that he'd actually spent much time at the apartment since last October. He hadn't spent the night since Hinata took her medical boards. However, for the past month, it was a place for them to quietly plan a wedding away from prying eyes. Going to miss this place, but it's time to go.
They reached the apartment as Konohamaru and Hanabi were coming out, both of them carrying boxes, "Hey boss!" Konohamaru lifted the box with little effort, a sure sign that he was recovering like crazy. Quite the feat considering only a few months ago he was in a wheelchair.
"Did you leave anything for us?" Naruto asked.
"Just the bed, a few toiletries, and your collection of wedding plans," Hanabi answered. "What few childcare items you had left from Akane have been donated or moved to the Hyūga Compound's nursery."
It was that moment that Naruto's phone buzzed. He extracted it from his pocket and saw a text, surprised that it was from Hinata, and even more surprised at the text's contents: "I'm horny!" The message was punctuated by a smiley face icon. Naruto struggled to maintain composure at the salacious message. From the corner of his eye, he could see Hinata discretely holding her phone.
"Boss, you okay?"
"Just one of the vendors sending a message," he lied, now eager to have the other two leave.
"Why don't you two head out," Hinata said, "We'll do final clean up and return the keys in just a little bit. We'll all get pizza later and watch a movie tonight when we get back to the compound!"
"Awesome!" Konohamaru said oblivious as he walked away, Hanabi following behind.
Hinata and he watched the other two walk down the hallway and down the stairs. Both of their hearts were thundering in anticipation with the younger siblings being out of range. Hinata gave a wordless smirk and then entered the apartment. Getting the message, Naruto raced in behind her, and closed and locked the door. "So," he said, heart up in his throat. The increased flow of blood also tightened his pants. "To what do I owe the honor?" He held out the phone with the offending text.
"You are my husband," she winked, teasing. Hinata undid the high collar of her mission gear, walked to the room's curtains, and made sure the curtains were securely closed. "And there is at least one thing we need to talk about that we couldn't at the dress fitting."
"Oh," Naruto grinned, "what might that be?"
Hinata turned back to him, unzipping the front of her top, "Well, we decided on the dress," she loosened the Obi around her waist and finished unzipping, "we still haven't decided on what goes underneath." Her bra was a pink and white floral pattern trimmed with white lace, and it heavily accented her already ample chest. "What do you think? Too simple?" She held her hands under her breasts to help him appreciate her features even more.
"Not at all," he protested, "I like it!" Naruto struggled to stay conscious as the blood flowed from his brain to the bulge surging in his pants.
Hinata let her mission gear top drop to the floor, "you haven't seen all of it yet." Hinata unfastened her belt, unsnapped her button, and tore down her zipper to reveal what initially looked like a simple set of cotton and lace panties to match the bra. As her shorts dropped to the floor, Naruto noticed the bottoms were much more sheer hip-hugging than initially suggested. "What do you think?" She pivoted to show her artfully-formed ass being hugged by the sheer pink material and white lace.
"Hmm…" Naruto stepped close, bringing a hand to his chin like an appraiser inspecting a piece of art. She is a piece of art – a priceless one! No man or woman could capture this beauty in paint, ink, stone, or clay! Naruto traced his hand along her rump, fingers tracing the edge of the material back slightly. "It highlights all the best physical features," his eyes moved to her chest, lingered for a moment, and moved up to meet her eyes. "Unfortunately, as the groom I can't make much of a return offer!"
"Fantasy garments for men," she reached a hand under his shirt, massaging his toned stomach, "are usually more gawdy. No," she smiled, "you bring your best features," her hand migrated down, unfastening his belt, and stealthily gliding under the elastic of boxers.
The sensation of her cool fingers gripping around his length caused Naruto to gasp. Hinata's toothy grin suggested she was satisfied, "I take it you like my underwear then? You don't think I should go for something dark and sheer?" She stroked him as she asked.
"It's perfect…" he groaned, struggling to hold back. He brought both hands to her butt and pulled their hips close, "… pink or purple look much better for the occasion!"
"Excellent," Hinata drew herself nose to nose with him, not removing her hand from his penis. "I'm glad this preview of things to come was most productive."
"Please tell me," He paused, fighting the urge to start ripping clothing, "you're not about to leave me hanging!" his voice strained.
"Of course not," she kissed him, deep, penetrating. Her tongue teased him with visions of what their bodies were about to do. Her hands came up from his manhood and traced up his sculpted abs and chest "We're out of practice, and we need to play catch up!"
"Catch up?" Naruto laughed as his fingers migrated up her butt, through her back, and to the clasp of her bra; Hinata's body shivered the whole time.
"Between the issues with Sasuke," she moaned, "preparing for a wedding, and dodging the tabloids!" She moaned again as the bra came unhooked. As the bra came loose, she clawed at his shirt and pulled it over Naruto's head as he removed her bra. "We haven't had a chance to do this in weeks! It's not healthy!"
"Not healthy?" he laughed.
"You're twenty!" she tossed aside his shirt and her bra, "You should be having no less than five hard-ons a day!" She unfastened the button on his pants and shucked down pants and boxers. Her hands encased his manhood, stroking his dick and balls. Naruto bit down on his bottom lip. "And you should be finding any excuse to put your hands on my butt at all hours of the day!"
"How negligent of me!" His hands returned to her butt as her breasts traced his bare chest. Naruto began tugging down her panties, for once, taking care not to damage them. Can't ruin the wedding night before it has happened!" He massaged her butt like he was sculpting clay as the sole remaining undergarment slid down her dancer's, legs pooling in a mass of sheer pink cotton and white lace as she stepped out. Naruto kissed her again, and they danced back toward the bed.
Hinata flopped back on the bed, spreading herself out in invitation, "That's much better!" She traced her black silk hair out on the pillow. Naruto wasted no time. He pounced on the bed between her legs and drove himself into her, finding she was already wet and ready.
"Gods!" he moaned, "You're right, I really am out of practice!" He giggled. "I forgot to pleasure you first!"
"A rookie mistake for a soon to be groom," she taunted. Hinata gave a soft moan as he thrusted and ground their pelvises together. "One that I'm happy to forgive!"
"Damn, and here I thought you were going to make me beg," he thrust again, rolling his eyes back in his head – everything was too amazing. As his eyes refocused, he realized this wasn't an incredibly erotic dream.
"Naruto," she squeezed with both her legs and channel, almost causing him to release, "there is something serious we need to discuss."
"Yes?"
"Our honeymoon…"
"You want to talk about that now?" he cocked up an eyebrow, not giving up attention to what he was doing with his cock.
"You still wanted me to take that last injection before the wedding, right?"
"I mean, do you want to have a baby so soon afterwards?"
"I mean, assuming we get pregnant right after, the baby would be born in January most likely." Her hands traced up his chest and stomach, reminding him not to be too serious.
"Uh huh," he said breathless. He couldn't hold out much longer.
"If we take the last shot, our earliest time to become pregnant would be what, June?"
"Give or take, right around the time of the Iron Shinobi competition and the Chunin Exams."
"And the baby would be born in March, right?"
He paused thrusting but remained deep within her warm channel. "I suppose so, why?"
"I was a winter baby, I just thought some variety would be in order," she giggled.
"You decide you want to talk about this in the middle of sex?" he turned his head to the side, eyeing her crossly.
"I mean," her right hand slid from his abs to along his buttocks, "is there a better time to talk about baby planning?" She pressed him deeper. "Practice does make perfect!"
"It most certainly does," his fire returned. Naruto began moving back and forth inside her again. Her insides sucked at him, and Naruto's dick twitched. "Feel that?" he taunted.
"Oh yes!" Hinata squeezed with her legs.
"You're the only woman that makes it do that!"
"You're the only man I'll ever let do that inside me!" She began stroking his butt as legs squeezed the rest of him. Naruto could no longer hold back, and he let out a strained mode as he filled her with his cum. Hinata sprawled out, grin wide on her face as she too, reached climax. "Soon," she whispered, "very soon."
"What?" he asked.
"We'll finally get to stop hiding things," she spoke, breathless with bliss. "Soon, we get to meet our son and our daughter."
"Hinata?" Naruto felt himself going soft at the mention of their children.
"Yes?" she eyed him with concern.
"I know we have two…"
"Yes?"
"What are your thoughts on more?" he asked as he sank to her side, holding her as they both adjusted.
"Since when did you suddenly think about more?"
"For one, taking care of Akane the last almost three years must have softened me up a bit."
"Ah, so you do like caring for young ones," she teased.
"Well, they grow so fast," he winked.
"How about this," she relaxed her legs. "Let's start with those two…"
"And?"
"We'll see how we feel after that?"
"Deal!"
The buzzing of his cellphone in his discarded pants irked Naruto. Naruto rolled to reach his phone, "Dammit!" he huffed as he extracted it from his pocket. Staring down, he saw the number on the screen was the Hokage's office – the private line. "Shit," he tapped to answer the call and brought the phone to his ear, "Hello?"
"Naruto," Kakashi's voice came though to his ear, "I need you and Hinata to come in, urgently.
"Has something happened?!" Naruto sat up and then stood upright, not caring about his frank nudity. The presence of Hinata at his back soon joined him.
"We have a major security situation that requires your special set of skills," Kakashi replied, "but, we should discuss the rest in person."
Author's notes: Hello everyone, and thank you for reading. I apologize for this being almost a week late. Life has been one nonstop curveball between work and my own personal issues. The next chapter will start getting more action oriented to round out this part of the story. As some of you may guess, there will be at least two deaths that will have a major impact on the future. After that, there probably will be several filler chapters that deal with various weddings and first pregnancies before we reach act III of this story. Given the still uncertain future of the Boruto series, I'm probably going to run up against some issues with future canon depending on what twists the writers decide to throw. Rest assured, I'm going to try and keep those issues to a minimum with some creative writing.
Anyhow, thank you again for reading. I hope to see you next chapter. Stay health, stay safe, and stay classy!