Naoya wipes his sweaty hand on his jeans and then moves the bouquet of pink flowers, not roses because wants Kagome to seethe about no longer having his attention, to his now not sweaty hand so he can wipe his other one.

Kagome gave Utahime her house address for tonight's group date. Was it wrong of him to suggest they hang at Satoru's residence? Probably. But this is the only way he can talk to Kagome alone. He racked his brain all day since Kagome and Utahime came up with the great idea to have a group date on how he could talk to Kagome alone, but the only option he could think of was getting her address and showing up unannounced.

Naoya rolls his shoulders back and then rings the doorbell. Hopefully, she is home. She should be right? Kagome is just a house girlfriend. He swallows back the wave of nerves, which is stupid. He's Zenin Naoya. There is no reason for him to ever be nervous.

Kagome opens the door and frowns. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and yet there is something endearing about it. "You know dinner is later today, right? It's not a lunch date. And you're supposed to bring Utahime with you."

It's not lost on him how Kagome does not open the door all the way and how she isn't as friendly to him as she was with Utahime, but he cannot allow that to deter him. Who knows what lies Satoru has been spewing in her ears all these years?

"I know." He clears his throat and then holds out the bouquet. "I wanted to come by early so we could talk."

Kagome doesn't look at the flowers. She doesn't open the door wide enough for him to step in. The way she is staring at him has him hot under his collar.

He wants to bend her over and fuck that look of distrust off her face.

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior and the things I said to you. They were out of line and disrespectful to you and your family."

Kagome narrows her eyes, but takes a step back. She opens the door wider and crosses her arms.

Naoya tries to keep his eyes on her face, but when she crosses her arms like that, her tits are just begging for him to wrap his lips around her nipples. She just walks around the house in a tank top and shorts?

Scratch that. She answers the door like that? If she were his woman, he'd raise hell.

"You're worried I was going to say something to Utahime," Kagome states as if it is a given.

"No," he admits. "She isn't the type to jump to conclusions. We weren't dating when I approached you. I came over early so I could apologize to you without Gojo-san threatening to break my neck." He holds out the flowers. "I hope we can all have a good time tonight and put the past behind us."

Kagome uncrosses her arms and accepts the bouquet. It annoys him that she doesn't smell the flowers or swoon over them like Utahime does. Does she think he gets just anyone gifts? So, what if they are not roses? He still went through the effort of taking time out of his busy day to pick them out and bring them to her. The least she can do is pretend to be grateful for them.

"Thank you for the apology," she says after a moment.

Is she not going to invite him in?

Kagome tilts her head. "Was there something else?"

"Uh...no." He bites back the wince and keeps his expression unbothered. So that's a no. "Well, I also wanted to thank you for the other day."

"Don't mention it. Must have been a real nasty curse." Kagome places a hand on the door, and it's obvious she wants the conversation to be over, but Naoya is reluctant to leave, though he needs to finish getting ready for tonight and he needs to pick Utahime up from her place.

"I'm looking forward to tonight." He puts his hands in his pockets and rocks back. "Are you—"

"Why are you bothering my wife?"

Naoya flinches. How did Satoru sneak up on him? She must have called him or texted Satoru when she saw who was at the door.

He feels betrayed.

"Satoru! When did you get here?"

The affection in Kagome's voice is making him nauseous. Why can't she sound like that when she addresses him?

But, there's also a hint of surprise, so perhaps Kagome did not betray him after all.

Naoya half turns and offers Satoru a small smile. "I came to apologize. That is all. I didn't want that hanging over us during dinner."

"Uh-huh." Satoru walks by him and into the house. He leans down and kisses Kagome. "Sounds like ya tryin' to bother my wife."

Savage.

Has he no decorum?

"What's this?" Kagome asks, pointing to a bag in Satoru's hand.

"You said you were craving strawberry shortcakes." Satoru takes the flowers from Kagome and exchanges them with the small black bag. He does not look over his shoulder at Naoya. He acts as though Naoya is no longer standing there.

Prick. How dare he dismiss him as though he is not worth the effort.

"I didn't expect you to stop working to get me food."

"You can't tell me you want something and expect me to keep working," Satoru says with a laugh. "The boys taking a nap?" He wraps an arm around Kagome, hiding her from Naoya's view. "You smell good."

Naoya catches the flowers right before the door slams in his face. He grits his teeth.

This is fine.

He'll show up with Utahime on his arm and Kagome will reveal her true nature. How desperate she is to be away from Gojo Satoru.

Naoya is the only man that knows how to handle a woman like her and if those were his sons, he would have them training nonstop to strengthen the Zenin name. Resisting the urge to look back at the house, Naoya walks away with his head held high, chin tilted up. The day he lures Kagome away will be the day he gets to look down on Gojo Satoru.

Fucker needs to be reminded that when it comes to power, the Zenin clan has that in spades.

He tosses the flowers at a couple arguing in the middle of the sidewalk and blows out a breath. His temple throbs with agitation. He can't get her out of his mind or how her energy felt when she dispelled that curse. Naoya flexes his fingers and stops in front of a hotel.

Tonight.

He needs to make his move tonight.

Knock. Knock.

Utahime jumps and glances in the direction of the front door from the bathroom. Shit. Naoya is early, and she is not ready. She runs her fingers through her hair, styled in soft curls.

"Coming!" she yells, rushing to open the door. She inhales and tries to calm herself down, but it's not working. She can't help it. Ever since she said yes to Naoya, he's been showing her sides of him she didn't know he had. His gentle side.

Turns out, Naoya in a relationship is attentive, sweet, and everything she didn't know she wanted.

"Hi!" she breathes, opening the door. "You're early."

Naoya's eyes rake over her from head to toe. She flushes. Is the light gray long-sleeved jumpsuit not sexy enough? It is low cut with a drawstring in the middle to highlight her curves, but maybe it is too casual. Kagome did say to dress casually, but still, it is a date.

"I can change into—"

"You look beautiful," he compliments. Naoya hands her a bouquet of roses and steps inside the apartment. "I got you something. I hope you wear it tonight."

Utahime holds the bouquet close to her chest and closes the door. "You didn't have to do that." He's already gotten her so much stuff.

Naoya reaches into the bag and pulls out a box. "Nonsense, I'm dating you with the intention of marriage." He opens the box, revealing a gold necklace with five small hearts. Each heart has its own set of diamonds. "I vow to always provide for you while we are dating and when we are married."

She presses her fingers to her lips. Her eyes do not know what to focus on. Naoya's soft smile or the necklace.

"Will you put it on me?" She turns, giving him her back, and moves her hair to the side. She shivers at the feel of his fingertips on her. Naoya presses a kiss on the column of her neck. "Naoya..."

He slides his hand around her front and places it on stomach. There's a possessiveness to his hold.

"I got us a hotel in Tokyo for the night."

Utahime bites her bottom lip. Naoya isn't being subtle about what he wants. They're both adults, but this feels like a huge step. What if she doesn't like it? Sex has always been a bit mediocre.

She thinks back to Mei Mei's words and nods her head.

"Give me some time to pack and then I'll be ready."

"No need. I got everything you might need in the room." He pulls away and leans against the door. "I'll wait here for you to turn off your lights."

"I wasn't done with my makeup, and I still need to—"

"You look beautiful," Naoya repeats. "We need to get going now if we want to make it on time. Unfortunately, I can't teleport us there, so we'll have to settle for driving."

She hesitates for a moment and then turns to do as he asked. This is a big moment for everyone. A chance for the Zenin and Gojo clan to put their differences aside for the greater good of Jujutsu society... and she wants to know more about Kagome. How does she get Satoru, of all people, to apologize? Satoru has been an ass since the day Utahime met him, but seeing him with Kagome is like seeing a different person.

Utahime unplugs her curling iron and turns off the lights. She goes into the kitchen and puts the roses in a vase before grabbing her heels. She meets Naoya by the door. He looks handsome in a simple black shirt and jeans. His watch is the only accessory on his arm. She loops her arm with his and smiles up at him. Her body feels light.

Is this what it feels like to be infatuated?

Naoya returns her smile and then turns away, getting the door for them. He walks with the confidence of a future clan leader. And he's all hers.

They make small talk while Naoya drives them to Satoru's residence with the navigation playing in the background, ensuring they don't make a wrong turn. When they pull into the driveway, Naoya parks the car and then opens the passenger door for her. Utahime silently marvels at the outside of the house.

Holy shit.

She knew Satoru was loaded, but what the fuck?

She should ask for a raise.

"Zenin," Satoru greets. "Utahime." He's wearing a pair of black sweats and a white shirt. No blindfold and no shades.

Doesn't he need to wear something for his eyes? She could have sworn she heard that from Shoko.

"Come now, you can call me Naoya. We're here to put the past behind us, after all."

Utahime nods in agreement. "Something smells good. Where did you get the food catered from?" she asks, breaking the ice.

Satoru steps to the side, allowing them into his house. "We made it. Well, Kagome did most of the work. She shooed me out of the kitchen." He closes the door and then motions for them to follow him. "She enjoys cooking."

"Oh okay. If she enjoys it, then I guess that's fine," Utahime says. "I can help with the cleanup, then." She bends down to slide her heels off.

Oh. The floor is heated.

"Nah, it's fine. I'll help Kagome with the cleanup."

Naoya stiffens.

Utahime glances at him. What's with that reaction?

"Dinner is almost ready!" Kagome yells from the kitchen. "Make yourselves at home."

"Don't actually do that," Satoru whispers.

"You cannot be serious."

Satoru shrugs. "Just go sit down at the table. We'll be there in a second." He walks to the kitchen, leaving Naoya and Utahime alone.

Naoya chuckles. "It'll take more than one night to repair the relationships between the clans. Do not let Satoru's words get to you." He grabs her wrist and tugs her forward. "Would you like a place like this or to stay at the clan estate?"

"Uh... I haven't given it much thought." Utahime laughs. "But I would prefer somewhere where we have privacy. I'm not used to living with a bunch of people."

Isn't this a bit too fast?

She doesn't have time to ponder on it more because Kagome and Satoru walk into the living room with food floating behind them.

Utahime blinks.

"Hi!" Kagome greets. "I'm so glad you could make it." She's wearing gray sweatpants that are so wide, they remind Utahime of a pair of comfy bell bottoms, and an oversized black shirt that looks like it belongs to Satoru and not Kagome. "Shoko told me that hamburger steak is your favorite."

"Oh, that's so sweet of you."

"Don't mention it." Kagome motions for them to sit down. "Sorry, we don't have any wine. She said you liked alcohol, but she didn't know which brand was your favorite."

Satoru places a hand on Kagome's lap and uses his other hand to direct the food on to the table. This must be a common occurrence because Kagome is not fazed by the casual use of Satoru's technique.

"So, how did you two meet?" Utahime asks.

"Bar," Satoru quips. "Like most people."

"I thought you didn't drink," Naoya comments.

"I don't."

Utahime chews on her steak and watches Naoya and Satoru. They appear to be having a conversation that only they can hear.

"He was drinking like a smoothie," Kagome says.

"So, you two met at a bar and then you guys went on a date?"

Kagome snorts and then laughs. "No, we... uh..."

"Went to a love hotel and made Shippo," Satoru says, without any shame. "Been together ever since. I didn't need more than a night to know she was the one. We kept things under wraps for obvious reasons." He throws an arm over the back of Kagome's chair and strokes her arm. "As much as I miss having you all to myself, it is nice to go out without worrying if someone will catch us."

"We were worried about assassination attempts," Kagome continues. "But Shippo is strong enough to handle himself, and Koushi is... every day, he gives me something more to worry about."

Satoru smiles. "That was pretty funny, though. Ijichi should learn how to dodge."

Utahime glances at Naoya. His expression is unreadable. She glances down at his clenched hands and places her hand over his. He stiffens but relaxes himself when he looks over at her.

She gets it.

He's jealous because Satoru and Kagome are so in love, and they wear their love for one another on their sleeves. Naoya wants to settle down. She still isn't sure about rushing into a marriage with him, but hearing how things worked out for Kagome and Satoru gives her something to think on.

The night continues on, with Utahime and Kagome doing the bulk of the conversing with Naoya and Satoru sizing the other up. Utahime offers to help clean up again, but Kagome waves her off and walks them to the door.

"Thank you for having us," Naoya says, placing his hand on her back. "We should do this again sometime."

"We'll see," Satoru says. "I have been busy lately cleaning up messes."

Naoya's smile is tight.

Utahime blinks. What is that about? Did someone botch a mission?

"Whenever our schedules align, then," Naoya says. "Have a great rest of your evening and thank you again for the hospitality." He turns them away from the door and walks them towards the car.

Utahime squeezes her thighs together and glances out the window. "Where to now?"

"To the hotel or I can drop you off at your apartment." He places a hand on her leg and squeezes. "The choice is always up to you."

They are moving fast.

But.

So did Kagome and Satoru. From the sound of it, Kagome didn't even know much about the jujutsu world before she and Satoru got together, and they seem to be working out.

"The hotel."

Utahime barely has time to take in the hotel room before Naoya's lips are on hers. She moans, pushing herself closer to him as she trails her hands down his chest. He's pure lust and strength. Naoya brushes his thumb across her scar and then grips the back of her head. She can feel him straining in his jeans, and her body quivers in response.

"Naoya," she murmurs against his lips.

"Take this off," he says, though his hands are pushing the top of her jumpsuit down. He backs her up against the door and bends his head, kissing the top of her breasts. Teasing her. "I'll buy you another," he says before ripping the fabric. "You can leave these on." He taps at her heels and then stands, leaving her in just her bra, the necklace, her underwear, and black heels.

Utahime opens her mouth, but Naoya kisses her complaints away. Her head is filled with nothing but the pleasure that follows his touch. He slides his hands down and squeezes her ass right before lifting her into his arms. She lets out a squeak in surprise that blends into a moan at the feel of his mouth wrapped around her nipple through the soft lace fabric of her bra.

Naoya turns and walks them over to the bed, or at least she thinks that is where he is taking them. All she can see now is the door. He lowers her down and plants one hand on the bed near her head. She resists the urge to cover herself.

It's stupid, but her body has small scars on them. She's gotten looks from the few times she's gone to the beach in a swimsuit. Looks of disgust, but Naoya isn't looking at her as though he is disgusted.

She reaches for him, but he pulls away just enough to keep her hands out of reach.

"No, tonight is about you." He tosses his shirt over his head, reaches for the sides of her underwear, and slides them off. "Look at cha, glistening for me. Ain't even touched ya yet." He hooks her legs over his shoulders and inhales.

Her nerves flare to life, sending sparks of electricity down her spine. She forces her eyes to stay open as she tries to prop herself up with her elbows. There's a sleekness about Naoya. Something about him reminds her of a panther.

Dangerous.

She shivers with a deep, aching need. His tongue flattens against her. Utahime cries out, threading her fingers in his hair.

Oh, this is...

Naoya groans. He traces her clit with his tongue and then sucks on her lips, bringing her closer to the edge. She grinds her hips against him, needing more. She's so close.

"Mine," Naoya growls out right before curling his tongue. With just one tension-filled word, she comes apart in his arms. He flattens his tongue once more and then stands, shoving his pants off and kicking his shoes off.

The breath is knocked out of her.

He grips his cock in his fist and strokes. The head is red. Angry.

She wets her lips, tracking the bead of precum. He's as affected by her as she is by him. Utahime leans forward and unclasps her bra. She wants to feel him completely.

"I need you."

A faint shudder racks his body as though he cannot believe he's there with her now.

"Turn around. Ass up," Naoya commands.

She turns and does as he says, though she's slightly disappointed that she can't see the faces he'll make.

His large hand slaps her ass. Utahime jumps at the sudden contact. Her hands grip the cover.

"So beautiful," Naoya murmurs. He runs his hand down her back, over her ass, and then cups her pussy. "And all mine." He pushes two fingers inside of her. She inhales and pushes back against him.

"Naoya, please."

He pauses and then leans over, nipping her ear. "Shush, I'll give you what you need." Pressing a kiss on her shoulder, he pulls back, but his fingers never leave her. He works them in her until she is a vibrating bundle of nerves.

The pressure mounts. He teases her, bringing her close to the edge again, but not quite giving her what she wants. Utahime squeezes her eyes shut. The pleasure borders on too much. She wiggles her hips.

"Such a needy thing you are," he says with a chuckle, withdrawing his fingers. Her heart beats faster at the sound of him sucking his fingers. "Hold on. Gotta get the condom."

She sighs in relief. Utahime goes to turn her head, when Naoya's hand wraps around her neck.

"Shhh," he coos. "I know you can handle it." His hand leaves her neck and threads into her hair. He pulls on the strands, forcing her head to tilt back while he guides his cock into her. "Fuck, you feel good."

Her heart is beating so fast, she fears it may explode in her chest, but she doesn't want him to stop.

"Naoya, don't stop," she begs.

His hold on her hair tightens. She cries out from the mix of pain and pleasure coming together like a cocktail, leaving her body feeling warm. He lets her hair go and then pushes her head down. He fucks her like she is there for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. Her moans are muffled by the bedding.

He pulls out of her and grips her hips. Utahime squeals from the sudden movement. He lowers her down on his cock and wraps his lips around her nipple.

Did he use his technique to move them so fast?

She grips his shoulders, arching her back, and tries to match his thrusts.

"I'm close," she slurs. Pressure builds between her eyes. It's too much. She's never felt like this with another person before.

"Yeah?" He bites her breast and then soothes the sting with his tongue. "Come on, give it to me." He slides a hand down and flicks his thumb over her clit.

Utahime comes with a sob. She swears the room bursts into a spectacle of stars. Naoya follows her. She sighs at the warmth of his come through the condom. She doesn't want to move.

"Hold me," Utahime says, wrapping her arms around him.

Naoya presses a kiss to her cheek. "I got you."

A/N: I know, I know, this is not the Stranded update, but One Night wouldn't leave me alone, so Stranded will be updated next week.

Naoya is lucky Satoru didn't ask Shippo to help him pull another trick.

"Need a babysitter Megumi chapter"- I might write a chapter where the students get roped into babysitting lol.

Hope you are all having a great weekend and are getting some rest. Wishing you a wonderful week ahead and please make sure to take care of yourselves! The weather is getting warmer and more people are going out, which means more germs are getting spread, so make sure to take your vitamins and get plenty of rest so your body is refreshed.

Side note, I can't believe I wrote a Naoya smut scene before writing Kento's.