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The Price of a Portrait and its Privacy	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 71 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            She’s in heat.
            Kurama normally was quiet these days. A beast of longevity and enormous power, he could sleep for days, weeks, months on end and not think anything of it when waking. He stirred when there was action and conflict in Naruto’s life. And the blonde loudmouth – the woman, not Naruto – had made Naruto quiver to his core.
            But hearing his crude diagnosis only troubled Naruto, who hurled a mental retort of denial back at the apparition. Kurama’s returning scoff was snide, but certainly ended the debate; it was of no interest to him, just like when his host struggled to rut with his mate. Hinata, he liked – as best as a Biju could like a human female, he supposed – but the issues with her were never spoken of. Ino was a very different presence, and she was making a waver in Naruto’s infallible soul.
            “I told you not to,” Shikamaru chided on the outside of Naruto’s periphery. He dismissively jostled the papers in his hand. “Ino’s always seeking attention. You give it to her, and she won’t stop. Now if you tell her to leave you alone, she’ll get upset.”
            Naruto’s face torqued irritably. An afternoon of faux ramen and unnecessary planning, he needn’t a lecture from Shikamaru to top that off. “It’s just an evening meeting tomorrow,” he grumbled. He looked away from Shikamaru, cheek in hand, disgruntled and annoyed. “It’ll be over in five minutes.”
            Shikamaru remained unconvinced. Ino could run her mouth faster than Naruto. What hope could he possibly have to get a word in edgewise? So Shikamaru insisted to be in on the meeting. “It’s really not that important,” said Naruto, befuddled and already bored with the dispute. To him, Ino was shoehorning herself into a situation to promote her softspoken husband. It gave Naruto the impression that the great masterpiece was a work of her as the muse. Naruto could chortle at that idea, that this wasn’t about Sai or even him; all this flattery was about her. And he was doing well to suppress the pang of disappointment that went along with that theory.
            Shikamaru’s head ticked to one side with a small snort of dissatisfaction. “You’re too nice sometimes.”
            Naruto’s face split in a wide grin. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it, tebayo?”
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            Naruto’s passion went unreciprocated that night. A day of excitement and boredom and restlessness made him yearn for relief. He found his wife turned over in bed, asleep, comfortable. The thought to leave her be, that her rest was worth it for him, was briefly entertained, but he had to make a shot for it. Thinking it would go better for him, he undressed. Naked, not even boxers, and crawled under the covers behind her, cozying up tight to her back, his breath hitching with anticipation as he laid his hands upon her.
            Her body was soft beneath her nightgown; the only time she rarely wore support for her mother breasts. They sloped atop one another, moved malleably when his hand slid over the upper one, homing his fingers onto the ridge of her nipple, stimulating it with gentle prodding and pinching. The brown nub woke before her, a maintained sigh as her whole body stirred. He didn’t want to rouse her all at once; he waited for her to mutter his name before he took the direct plunge to the in-between of her thighs.
            Pale eyes opened tiredly following a quiet moan. The fingers rubbed her in impatient circles, combing the hair and focusing on that one spot that tensed her muscles.
            “Sorry,” whispered Naruto with a smile glowing in the darkness when she rolled onto her back and let her head fall to him. Despite his apology, he continued to try at her groin. “I just got home… I thought we could…” He left the idea open, pausing his ministrations of her pussy to guide her left hand to his own groin, finding him hard, throbbing, even wet at his tip.
            Mercifully, Hinata’s fingers joined around his thickness. “Naruto-kun,” she murmured in the darkness, and it sucked away his hope. “I was training Himawari today with Hanabi. I…” She paused briefly to acknowledge the look on his face. “I hope you don’t mind if…” Like him, she trailed off to let her actions speak for themselves. She was running her hand up and down his shaft, slowly to get the proper grip, and then quickening; too much, like she wanted it to be over with.
            Naruto winced at her haste. There was a part of him that just thought Let her finish! but he always strove to be a considerate husband. He eased her pace – Even like this, it’d take him more than a while to be satisfied – until she stopped completely. Her eyebrows furrowed in lamentation, so he kissed her brow consolingly. “It’s alright,” he said with a weight on his chest. He laid down, and though she was making an effort to seem willing, she put him to her back and let him cuddle up against her, not even asking him to get dressed for bed.
            “I love you, Naruto-kun,” he heard her say before drifting off to sleep.
            Naruto’s lips twitched. “Yeah. I love you too.”
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            “So here’s what I was thinking!”
            She is loud in the morning, thought Shikamaru with a grimace, though his sentiments weren’t shared by his friend. Ino had gotten down the art of flattery and knew most of all the old adage that a man’s heart was in his stomach, once again bringing a full bowl of Ichiraku’s specialty to appease the Hokage.
            “The way you eat,” giggled Ino as Naruto hollered with joy when the meal was set down in front of him, “you’d think Hinata never feeds you.”
            “She brings him food plenty of times,” Shikamaru admonished, leering at her. “But she’s also got Himawari to train at home, and Boruto stirs up trouble sometimes.” He stopped there. He didn’t want to touch on those matters when Naruto was in earshot; not like Naruto paid any attention to it while singing “Ichiraku~ Ichiraku~ Miso~ Miso~” One would hardly guess that he was the second in a ramen-eating family. The way Hinata consumed was monstrous.
            As if she didn’t hear him, Ino said in a singsong voice, “I bet you like the food that I brought you~♪” As if she boiled the broth and strung the noodles herself. Naruto made a murmur of agreement, though that may just have been the ecstasy of the first taste. Hopeless. Shikamaru filled his pockets with his hands, clutching desperately at his cigarette pack, and wishing he could have one right now.
            “So here’s what I was thinking,” she started when Naruto had hunkered into his bowl, his concentration split between her and his ramen – the latter taking precedence. She swung around, hands outstretched, unintentionally (maybe) warding Shikamaru back with her sweeping arms. She projected like there was a blank slate in front of her. “Flowers! A great monument of flowers in a wreathe around the sign! And of course, a picture of me and Sai for posterity’s sake.” She put a hand to her breast in a not-so-modest way, looking like she was accepting an aware rather than setting the scene for an art show. Already, it sounded tacky. And if it was something to showcase Sai’s work, shouldn’t it only be his picture?
            Naruto cast a glance to Shikamaru, who understood the unspoken question and just shrugged. Let her finish, or it’ll get troublesome.
            “Of course,” Ino added, turning to Naruto with an easy smile, “you can be mentioned. As Hokage and financier of the show.”
            A sin was nearly committed when Naruto nearly spat up his ramen, but he managed to keep his lips puckered and then swallowed the mouthful entirely. “Financier?! You mean I have to pay for it?!”
            “Of course,” answered Ino in flagrant disregard. Her hip jutted to one side for her to place a hand upon. “Why do you think I came to you in the first place?”
            “But-But I thought you were just asking for a permit!” Naruto glanced between her and Shikamaru who wasn’t the type to say ‘I told you so’ with a grin. “Or promotion! Or something like that!”
            “The Yamanaka is a private business,” Ino explained, turning her nose up at the suggestion. “However we want to promote ourselves is our business, though the Hokage can always count on us to provide. You shouldn’t act to stingy, Naruto. It’s one of the three vices to hoard money.”
            Naruto blushed at this statement. He really wasn’t stingy, but saving money was different than hoarding it. She very clearly knew that.
            “Well, Ino,” he said haltingly. It was something he dreaded, after Shikamaru had given him so many warnings. “I-I don’t think I’ll be able to provide you with the help you need.”
            “Hm?!” Ino grunted sharply, head snapping to him with deadpan annoyance that made him balk. There was a tense moment between them, her sizing him up, as if assessing how determined he’d be to defy her. Shikamaru was a buffer, but unreliable to pit himself against her rage. He’d be as sage with her as any other irrational shinobi, but his patience had limits.
            Diplomacy. De-escalation. Pacification. Naruto would need to rely on his Hokage training to survive this, but Ino surprised him with a sudden change of face, smiling bright with a chirpy “Is that so?!♥ Well, I think I can change you’re mind if you come with me, Naruto! And we can pay a visit to the flower shop!”
            “Ino,” Shikamaru interjected irritably. “Naruto’s Hokage now. You can’t just pull him around whenever you want. He had a job to do here. He’s already listened to your proposal. You should have been upfront about the whole situation so it wouldn’t have gotten this far…”
            “Oh, be quiet, Shikamaru.” Ino folded his arms, looking away from him like he was unsightly. “You’re always saying ‘troublesome this, troublesome that,’ but you’re always sticking your nose in everyone’s business!” She wheeled at him, sticking a finger up at his face like she meant to poke his nose. “You don’t know anything about business, so keep out of this! It’s between me”—She switched to the flighty schoolgirl routine—“and Nanadaime♥”
            Shikamaru was disgusted by Ino’s flattery tactic. If didn’t work on Neji, why would she think it would work on…?
            “Well, hehe, I guess we could go see what you want, tebayo,” babbled a flattered Naruto.
            Shikamaru buried his face in his hand. Why had he ever taken this job?
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            At the very least, Ino granted Shikamaru the condition that Naruto stop by her shop after he’d finished all his work for the day. And he shoveled in an extra amount of documents scheduled for tomorrow’s processing. He couldn’t trust that either of them would stick to his schedule and not interrupt again and again until this whole matter was settled.
            “Alright! Done!” Naruto closed the folder after jotting down his name and conditions for a Konoha barge docking in Kirigakure. A big leverage he had for dealing with the Wave Country was the name of the bridge that joined their Villages with the mainland. He handed it over to Shikamaru for processing and rubbed his hands together with glee. “I can stop by Ichiraku before home! I actually finished pretty early today!” There was still some sun in the sky, so that was true.
            “That’s because you actually did the work,” said Shikamaru with a smile. “See? If you don’t take a break between each document, it gets done a lot faster.”
            Naruto was on his feet, stretching and enjoying doing so. “So much reading makes my eyes tired. And it’s boring.”
            Shikamaru would hardly call the complexities of international relations boring, but then again, he’d suggest shogi on the porch instead of playing shinobi when kids. “Well, thanks for doing it anyway. You really have come a long way since sleeping through Iruka-sensei’s lectures.”
            With a friendly chuckle, Naruto pointed out that he too was a frequent napper, but Shikamaru had the benefit of gifted intelligence that let him get by. “Okay then…” Naruto turned to the window and slid it wide, stepping up onto the sill as an evening breeze made his open jacket billow slightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow! Unless you wanna go to Ichiraku with me. You said Temari’s off at Gaara’s again, right?”
            “She is,” said Shikamaru, wanting to say that it was a mission and not just some sibling visit as Naruto implied. “But you’ve already forgotten, haven’t you?”
            The confusion on Naruto’s face answered that.
            “You said you’d stop by Ino’s flower shop after work.” Shikamaru’s head tilted. “You should do that first, and then go home. If you hurry, you might be in time for dinner.”
            “Ah!” It was like the thought hadn’t even occurred to Naruto in the first place. “You’re right! I should hurry, tebayo!”
            It took Shikamaru half a second for that statement to be processed. He tensed, grabbed at the files, and shouted a plea, “No! Wait-!!” Too late.
            Naruto blazed with the Kyubi cloak and zipped through the air, sending the closed-air room into a fit of paper-scattering maelstrom winds. Shikamaru had no chance, the neatly-organized documents flying up and mixing and falling to every corner and tile of the room. Even when the winds died down, he stood in place. For a long, long time, he stood in place… And then he gave a heavy sigh, grabbed his pack and plucked out a tasty stem. He walked toward the open window as he lit it, relieved to finally have a strong inhale. He mused the clouds on the horizon as he puffed out one of his own.
            “Guess I’ll just go home early,” he mumbled aloud. “He can have his Shadow Clones fix this mess.”
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            Naruto landed at the doorway of the Yamanaka Flower Shop. Business may not have been booming, but they certainly were not in want of customers. Little Inojin worked the counter – The elderly ladies who came in for cemetery flowers always fussed over his cuteness and Ino put that to use – while Sai bustled about the backroom, arranging merchandise.
            “Hokage-sama!” Inojin snapped to attention, his expression tense. “I-uh-It’s good to see you!” he proclaimed with a bow that unsettled Naruto.
            “Now, now,” Naruto awkwardly hushed him with a waving hand, “there’s no need for all that.”
            “Naruto!” It was Sai now, jovial to see his first friend and teammate in their shop. His hands were loaded with two sacks of plotting soil, he wore gloves, had a bandana on his head and wore a white apron at his front; probably saw a picture of a casual housekeeper and modeled himself after it to seem normal. Whatever suited him, though Naruto with a smile of his own. “Ino told me you’d be coming. Are you perhaps looking for some flowers for Hinata-san?”
            “Um, no, nothing like that.” Didn’t Ino inform her husband? “It’s about the art gallery… I guess.”
            “Oh!” Sai moved the bundles out of his hands and onto the counter. “Is that so? She’s really excited about it.” The phrasing and tone made it seem like he could take it or leave it and feel no different the next day. Yep, it was definitely a vanity project for Ino. Naruto feigned a smile, saying that it was an exciting project for him as well… if I agree to it, tebayo.
            “Is that Naruto?”
            As if it was a surprise that he’d come here.
            Ino swung out from the backroom like she’d just been waiting for her cue and wrapped herself around her husband; Sai’s smile did not convey joy as much as awkward tolerance. No doubt he was still going through the trials of acclimating to peace and honesty. But Ino enjoyed his stature all the same, draping around him, leaning across him and resting her face against his shoulder while beaming at Naruto. Her hair was down now, Naruto immediately noticed, a full curtain of gossamer platinum flowing behind her with each movement she made.
            Naruto’s smile tightened somewhat. “Hi, Ino.”
            “Welcome to our shop, Naruto!” Ino patted Sai’s chest. “Darling, why didn’t you let me know that he was here? We should have cleaned up!”
            Sai looked despondent and confused. “But I thought…” He meant to make reference to the sacks of soil, but felt a sharp pinch at his side. He winced, opened his mouth to address it, but then remembered his training and ignored it completely. He smiled at Naruto instead and said, “Sorry for the mess, Naruto!”
            “No, it’s alright,” Naruto laughed dryly. He’d lived in absolute squaller before married life. The tidiness of the shop was not an issue at all and already looked spotless. “I just wanted to make the visit that I promised. You have time now, don’t you?”
            “Of course!” Ino fawned around her husband again, pleading that he take their son home while issuing the art gallery’s full scope to the Hokage.
            This unnerved Naruto, who looked to the two preparing to leave. Before he could catch himself, he pointed at them. “I-I thought he’d stay, tebayo.”
            “He lets me handle the business by myself.” Ino reached out, smoothing the palm of her hand over the top of his, circling around and latching as if deciding at the last second not to link their fingers. “Don’t tell me you think I can’t handle you?” she jibed playfully.
            Naruto fumbled. “N-No! Not at all! I mean, yes! Of course, you can! I mean…!” He sweated profusely, anxious and wishing that maybe he’d postponed for the morning.
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            “Ah-ah…!” Hinata caught it in time, suppressing the building sneeze and let it out as a relieved sigh instead.
            “Are you okay?” asked Boruto from the dinner table.
            “Mm.” Hinata turned a warm smile to him. “It’s nothing.” She sat in for the meal, Himawari cheering that it looked delicious. True, she did go a bit more above-and-beyond for dinner; she’d heard that it was a possibility that Naruto-kun would be out of the office early. It might not be ramen, but it was one of his favorite dishes; it was her go-to when she wasn’t sure, and didn’t want to prepare a dinner that would make their irate son think too much of him.
            It was as if Boruto could sense the worry in his mom’s bosom. He made a snide huff. “Who cares what that old man is doing anyway?” He reached for a helping of the food.
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            Naruto really would have preferred Sai to be there. Sai had more of an understanding of Naruto’s basic attention span. Hokage training couldn’t fix that. He could endure it better than he had Iruka-sensei’s lessons but…
            “Naruto! Are you paying attention?!”
            “Yeah, I am!” he answered defensively, sitting at attention on the little stool she set up for him. He recited a bit of what Ino had been explaining to prove it, but the day was catching up to him and he wanted to rest his eyes for a bit.
            Ino turned halfway, her displeasure turning back to a smile. She had a draft set up behind her – lists of flower types, particular guests who could be invited who would bolster the culture of the event, schedules, just a lot more reading for Naruto’s boredom – and was explaining everything in detail. But she diverged for a moment, for some reflective musing. “I’m impressed,” she confessed, much to his bewilderment. She moved – or swayed – in a way that rocked her whole body in a fluid undulation as she hopped up and sat on the desk of her presentation. It was hard for Naruto not to notice how much of her pale leg was showing as it crossed over the other. His mouth held its line poorly, eyes flinching to take a peek to see how far the slit went up her thigh,
            “I-Impressed?” he repeated, if only to keep a subject alive between them instead of silence and plentiful ocular observations.
            “I know it was a long time ago”—She smiled toothily, a line of gleaming pearls between soft-pink lips—“but you could hardly hold a conversation when we were younger. Well, not that I’m old…” She preened to herself, satisfied by the ease at which her fingers brushed through her hair.
            Naruto bit his tongue to avoid saying that they were the same age, though they certainly weren’t old by any means.
            “… but you’re certainly more of a Hokage-type now,” she told him, eye fixed steadily on him, measuring him by appearance.
            And that silence and observation returned. Only a moment, but Naruto felt the weight of it just as surely as he could feel the intent to kill from an enemy.
            A steady rumble echoed in his recollection. He couldn’t possibly think so…
            It would be like something out of Ero-Sennin’s books! No explanation, no drive! Basic passion! A weakness to driving impulse that only animals and Inuzuka succumbed to! A Hokage must be better than that and suppress the pumping of his heated blood!
            It was all in that look of hers. He must be mistaken by it. Ino was simply trying to manipulate him to coerce him into sponsoring Sai’s – or her – art show. Simply flattery and flirtations, no different than when the aging former Mizukage propositioned him. Being married kept him reined in, his lusty impulses not so demanding anymore… until the kids were born…
            “Well?”
            Naruto blinked at her, taking in the vision of her now rather than the implications, and it did not help his current condition. Her shoulders were raised as her arms propped her up, her head tilting innocently onto one, baring a side of her neck. Her hair shrouded one eye while the other gleamed expectantly at him. She didn’t show any skin of her chest, but her breasts strained out against her halter top, and she compensated by displaying her midriff. Her splayed hips ran into long… sinfully long legs, crossed over one another, not minding how high the split of cloth reached as her foot lazily kicked.
            Naruto hid it well when he bit the inside of his bottom lip, but remained altogether silent.
            Ino showed no impatience and, in fact, seemed to revel in his silence. “Do you think I’ve changed?”
            Flashbacks of a happy reunion turning dismal played like a warning in his mind. Naruto feigned a smile – All this fake-smiling was learned behavior for a politician, though he accused Kakashi-sensei of cheating behind his mask – and went cautiously, “Y-yeah. You’re a lot… taller now, tebayo.”
            Wrong thing to compliment, and it showed as Ino had a sudden flash of irritation on her face. She composed herself well enough, but not that agitated vein at her temple. She seemed to struggle not to gnash her teeth. “I suppose Hinata’s changed a lot too,” she said provokingly. She pointed to herself; her bust. “I remember them being a lot bigger, after all. Isn’t that why you were interested?”
            Naruto’s face became one of offense and embarrassment. “That’s not why!” But he couldn’t argue that Hinata’s heavy clothes gave her no flattery. The big, supple melons the once jumbled at her front were compressed until she looked almost – Dare he say it? – flatter than Sakura-chan…
            Not like… Ino, whose breasts seemed only more glorious. And he could not be blamed for looking when Ino was so blatantly regarding them proudly herself. Of all the moms, she seemed to be the one to flourish in motherhood, more glamorous and filled out than ever…
            “You know what, Naruto?” She slid off the table.
            Very subtly, though no subtle enough to escape the eye of a Hokage-trained shinobi, she made a distinctive hand sign for just an instant; one to either dispel or activate a Jutsu. Naruto was confused by it, but didn’t dwell on it when Ino brushed a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stand up and follow her to the back room.
            “We keep some of Sai’s work in the back,” she said as she turned on the light. The room was tighter than the storage room; a very close and intimate space to share between two married individuals. Naruto felt uncomfortable. The wooden smell was quickly replaced by the flowery perfume of Ino, forcing him to breathe her in with each inhale, and it was becoming intoxicating.
            She had cleaned this place up mostly since taking the family business. She replaced the clutter of woodshop tools with sealing scrolls and clippers, gardening supplies and whatnot. But in the corner was a line of canvases. She flipped through them very quickly and showed a satisfied smile before turning to Naruto and stepping aside and presenting them.
            “How about a little sneak peek? There’s no denying the culture of Sai’s work!”
            “Right,” Naruto responded waveringly. He could have just said he’d seen enough of Sai’s art to make a decision, but he’d humor Ino, if only to seem rightly cultured himself.
            To none of his surprise – though he deadpanned a little – it was collection of art focused on her. But they weren’t necessarily gaudy pieces like other vain women; Sai accurately captured the expressions on his wife’s face, when she was laughing, frowning, confused, sad, or naked.
            Naked?!
            Naruto had almost casually flipped by that canvas! He came to a stop like he’d just crashed into a Mud-Wall Jutsu headfist. It could have been the low light, and his eyes were tired. But no, that was definitely a nude portrait of Ino! It may have been a tasteful nude with her covering the points of most interest, but it certainly was enough to garner his full attention! And he so missed seeing the form of a naked woman!
            He jawed dumbly for a moment before Ino exclaimed, her theatrics over the top. “Oh no! How did that get in there?!” She pulled that intrusive pick from the lineup and held it to her breast. She cast her face to one side, seeming despondent. “I’m so embarrassed. Darling is so fond of me, he must have put that in his favorites.” She looked shyly over to him, still clutching the picture to her person.
            But Naruto was not (entirely) fooled. He had watched her flip through them before allowing him a glimpse. There was no way she had missed that particular painting! It must have been a setup…!
            “Here you are!”
            Naruto’s and Ino’s heads jerked to the gruff voice from the doorway and found themselves staring down the merchantman from Iwagakure! He was back, and with the confronting demeanor that he had lost after Ino’s Mind Destruction Jutsu. This time, Ino shirked away with a gasp, acting like she’d never thrown a kunai – or rose – with lethal accuracy.
            The burly man squeezed through the frame to box the two inside; no way to escape around him. “It’s time to finish it, Hokage!”
            “Finish what?!” exclaimed Naruto in rebuke, his hands coming up like he needed an answer handed to him. “We don’t need to…!”
            To fight? Apparently, they did. The man who had no shinobi training jolted forward, bounding off the floor with astounding precision, tucking his leg in, circling his arms almost as if in dance. Ino cried out, dashing herself against Naruto as the foot arced through the air, ready to kick her for a chance to get the Hokage in the chops.
            Naruto acted instinctively, holding Ino to him, activating his Kyubi cloak – which was excessive, but effective to diminish the risk of damage – to catch the man midair in a Chakra claw. There was hardly time to exclaim before he was crashed into the ground, knocked immediately unconscious.
            Simple, though Naruto lamented the paperwork this would cause as well as the backlash from Kurotsuchi when she got word that a merchant was assaulted by the Hokage. Well, better him than a civilian getting wrapped up in the mess.
            Movement against his chest reminded him of the civilian. His eyes turned down to her; she was cuddled to him, smiling contentedly as her fingertips roamed. “Naruto,” she purred, “you’re so warm.”
            “Huh? Y-Yeah, sorry!” He turned off the cloak’s activation, not worried about the merchant at all now. Little to be worried about when Ino was still tucking against him, firmly, trapping him between the countertop and her body, soft and warm itself.
            “I-Ino?”
            “You saved me,” she whispered when she looked up at him. The impact of those cerulean eyes up close was more damaging than the Almighty Push that leveled Konoha. This could rip the very foundation from beneath Naruto’s feet. She kissed him once on the cheek. He wished it could have stopped there.
            She kissed him on the lips, and he couldn’t refrain from it. A minor noise, though not an objection nor a sound of pleasure. He couldn’t…
            Yet when her body pressed to him, following the line of his own body to where their groins met, he couldn’t help himself a small utterance of a moan. The pressure of his erection intensified under her pelvis. Without thinking of it, he wound his left hand around her waist, touching the skin across the small of her back.
            It was the adrenaline, the lack of sexual connection, it was the heat of the moment, it was a lot of things, but Naruto’s conscience struggled to take back the reins.
            “Naruto,” Ino whispered as he panted from their unhitched lips. Her mouth crawled over to his right ear to whisper in a hot breath, “You’re hard…” And so that he could not deny it, she shoved her pelvis into him and felt that distinctive ridge running down the inseam of his pant leg.
            Naruto hissed. “No,” he sputtered, and then squeezed his eyes shut, grabbed Ino by the shoulders, and held her at arm’s length with a shouted, “No!” He panted while she remained composed, smirking.
            “Are you alright, Naruto?”
            His breath rattled. “Ino, we…!” He didn’t even dare look at her. He snarled softly, hands tightening on her shoulders, and then shoved by her, marching briskly to pick up the merchant.
            That kick…
            The moment the man was under his arm, Naruto once again blazed orange before vanishing from sight, leaving a gust in his wake. Ino weathered it, holding back her hair, and smirked after him.
            He wasn’t so easy after all~
            She licked her lips excitedly.
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