Sasuki glared daggers on his way out the next morning.

Although that might be more to do with going to see Temari a couple of hours ahead of their departure. Theoretically this was because delivery men often demeaned, leered at, or even refused to discuss business with her! Making the poor thing go find and fetch her husband. She didn't know EXACTLY when the delivery would come in you see, and he wasn't busy so…

Almost certainly his raven knew they were meeting up to fuck, but hey, she kept her mum about it.

Temari wore a dark purple corset adjacent cloth that pushed her bust up delightfully. Her skirt was nothing salacious but it hugged her ass well, she had even donned some minor cosmetics that made her face that much more intimidatingly beautiful when she first closed in on him.

They ended up on the hardwood floor for the first round of their furious fucking.

Their first of FOUR the young man would tell proudly, he had anyone to tell. Feeling quite accomplished as they giggled and blushed and cleaned each other. Necessary since both he and the gorgeous bushy-haired woman were soaked in sweat. Also a few other various fluids.

They were still giggling like dumb kids at each other when their cart rolled off the ferry. Fortunately, the bored clerk reading off their cargo didn't care enough to notice as he went through his rounds. It drolled on much longer than he expected.

Naruto felt safe enough zoning out. It was all written he'd confirmed, and it was mostly just a list of weights or counts for various foodstuffs. A few candles, soaps, and other staples too. Nothing the pair of heavily furred donkeys brought along with the cart couldn't pull. Hell even if it was, Sakura could take over in a pinch. Would she feel angry or degraded by that?

Probably best to ask first.

Nauru felt optimistic! The only real concern was the distance, and that they'd be traveling home during the first month of winter. That was always dangerous, no matter how much wood there was around to harvest.

Thankfully Sakura's new armor included a thick cloth padding under the chain cloak. The giant wasn't going to be stuck with a tribal toga for the weather. This was standard for all chainmail, or at least most, the young man learned. It prevented chaffing or something.

Sasuki and he both shelled out for some new and thicker cloaks too, the cost was negligible but it still put another notch in his confidence. He was one of those hotshots with two pairs of clothes now. Kinda. It made a man feel important, elevated, respectable. Even Sasuki relented how nice it was to have a spare so as to have options depending on just how cold it was outside.

All this cheer and optimism the group shared was soured by the next morning.

Whether it was the northern root, a sudden cold snap, or the more meager fires of rationed wood, it was fucking cold. So, torturously cold. Too freezing to get naked with Sasuki, too frigid to poke their faces free enough to the wind for chatter, and what's worse, by the fourth day there was snow.

It was almost a relief when Sakura announced that it was dangerous. The cold, that is. She had interjected as he began building their fire at the end of the fifth day. A pitiful round thing just off the path.

"You little things might not live through the night, " she announced, capturing their attention quite firmly as one might imagine with such a remark. "With the fire your building, as things stand,"

"We'll huddle skin to skin by the flame if we have to," Sasuki rebutted through her shivers, eyes still on her flint and the shaking hands that she held it with.

"I fear that would not be enough. Giants live up in the mountains you know, we know much of cold. Just build your fire at the mouth of my tent, center properly and it won't burn, the doorway is big enough,"

"So that you'll be warm after we freeze to death?" Nauru asked, genuinely confused.

She stared a few seconds before answering.

"So that we can all rest warm together. Share heat?"

"Wait, In your tent?"

"It is big enough," she replied simply.

"Um... he spared a glance at their commander, his sharp little raven. She was shivering the hardest of the three. "I don't have a problem with it, " he offered.

"Nnno, nno me neither, " she shuddered out, stuffing either arm in her cloak's sleeves as he moved the wood.

She sounded eager and dropped her flint awful fast, but Naruto could hardly blame her. Sakura tent WAS enormous. Almost the size of a small cottage, although awkwardly narrow for one. The materials were much thicker than the ones they'd bought for their coats. Real skins, dozens if he had to guess, enough to overlap heavily.

Wonderfully!

So wonderfully warm inside. So much so that the young man panicked after finishing the fire and climbing in third. The narrow tent was perhaps too narrow. Sasuki's sleeping bag was tucked in tight, the head wedged just under her armpit, sandwiched between the giant's arm and torso.

With Sakura's feet less than a yard from the fire, said flame looked like it would be his only source of warmth. Maybe some feet on his back if he was lucky. He'd lost his precious snuggle sparrow! The heartbroken young man was just debating what body part to shield from the horrible ice-cold wind when she spoke.

"Come lie on my chest, idiot, " her tone was quiet, a whisper barely louder than Sasuki's soft snoring. "You will likely die if you don't," she added when he hesitated, sounding not necessarily upset about the possibility so much as annoyed to point it out.

He complied quickly, accompanied by an obnoxious number of apologies as he climbed over her. Just sitting down when a hand the size of his face clamped over his chest, forcing him none too gently to lay flat. She breathed a relaxed sigh as the pressure of her grip waned. The hand remailed like a small, heated blanket on his belly.

Sakura seemed completely unbothered by the fact his head was nestled firmly between two breasts almost as big.

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