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The Price of a Portrait and its Privacy	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            “He’s being processed and then he’ll be on his way home.” Shikamaru was looking over the form written out by the Police Force, the events dictated by Naruto. Naruto, himself, stared distractedly in the other direction, out the window. “He’s saying he doesn’t have any recollection of going to the flower shop. Hmm. It doesn’t say anything about him drinking.” He looked over the form. “You said you just put him down? Did you hit him?”
            “No!” Naruto denied, swinging around, his panic poorly concealed. Anxiously, he knit his fingers together, pressing his arms down on the desk, knee bobbing underneath and head bowed. “No,” he said more softly now, “I-I used Kurama’s power just to catch him.”
            “To catch him?”
            “Yeah.” Naruto’s head lifted, his hands coming up. “He jumped and did a kind of spin in the air! It was like…!”
            A pirouette.
            Naruto knew well enough which clan used such tawdry moves in taijutsu. His memory went back to that hand symbol Ino snuck into her movement when descending from the counter in the storeroom. He didn’t need to run it by Shikamaru to know it was coordinated, that the man was under some hypnosis Jutsu – the kind a talented Yamanaka could employ with ease – but he wouldn’t want to confirm it with his confidant. He didn’t want this to turn into a scandal, and Naruto had meshed his lips with Ino just as surely as she had his, even if he’d mustered the willpower to pull away.
            That would haunt him. He suffered through it all last night as his wife’s head lay on his chest. His erection throbbing under the stifling blanket seemed to rage and fill his mind with ideas of how the night could have ended: with him utterly satisfied, taken for a ride of his life, betraying wife and friend for a moment of unmatched passion and pleasure.
            He began to ask himself the questions of how it would have been, with Ino, someone who he never outright desired, not because of her Sasuke-obsession, but because she was unobtainable; above his league in looks and class, the kind of girl (now woman) that he didn’t even fantasize about because it was just impossible. Yet she had kissed him, set him up to kiss her!
            Why?
            Why do that to him, Sai, and Hinata? Their families?
            Even if he told Shikamaru – who was still mumbling about the troublesome merchant’s objections to deportation – he doubted the clever Nara could come back with an answer.
            “Well, it’s being taken care of anyway,” Shikamaru ended his musing with a shrug. He rolled up the tiny scroll to be given to the aviary for official word to Iwagakura. “If the Tsuchikage needs more detail, she can just contact you.”
            “Right,” Naruto replied softly, though he wouldn’t want that.
            “Now that that’s taken care of, we can get to work. Shino’s been asking for some new supplies for the Academy.” Shikamaru pulled out the request form, skimmed it, and made a sour face. “Looks like Boruto’s been messing with the wares again. He stole a whole case of chalk to draw on the Faces last week, if you remember.”
            Naruto murmured that he did. Dammit… As if his son didn’t hate him enough…
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            “Boruto~♪”
            Naruto’s son stopped mid-step, for when that sweet-ringing voice called out to you, you had to give pause and reverence to the woman strolling out from the flower shop with a flower wrapped tidily in a paper sheathe. Boruto was a prick to just about anyone, scorning those especially that worked with and enabled his stupid dad. But there was no denying Inojin’s mom, the radiant beauty of Konohagakure.
            “Hi, ma’am,” he said as she approached.
            “Boruto, I told you,” she said sweetly, bowing forward to ease onto his eyelevel. “Call me Onee-san.”
            Boruto blushed a bit. She was his mom’s age, so it didn’t seem right to address her as a sister. Inojin had warned his friends, though, that his mom seemed sweet for appearance’s sake, but could turn to a fire-spewing dragon at the drop of a hat. He agreed, calling her the endearing title for her benefit.
            “I have another gift for your mom,” she told him, patting his yellow hair and giving him a playful wink. “Is she home~♪”
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            “Another meeting?” Shikamaru blurted incredulously. He hadn’t even laid out all the forms for today when Naruto suddenly made the request, for Ino to be brought to him. “Naruto, it’s becoming too much! You’ve had enough meetings about an art show! Either approve it or don’t. It shouldn’t be your financial obligation to support her business, nor at the top of your list of priorities.”
            “It’s not about that,” Naruto fired back defensively, though he knew this wasn’t an argument they should get into. With that in mind, he grabbed a pen and moved a request form in front of him, ready to fill it out as if in pledge to Shikamaru that he wasn’t going to be distracted. “It’s-It’s actually about”—He flushed a little, the rim of his ears tinging pink—“a reprimand.”
            This gave Shikamaru pause. Naruto was pretty lenient and looked the other way when it came to bad behavior. With a son that caused numerous incidents of damage and defacements that cost a pretty ryo, as well as his own history with delinquent behavior, Shikamaru couldn’t see how Ino could have done anything to warrant a formal discipline. Truthfully, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her and was deeply concerned. “Hey now, is this a joke? You can’t possibly mean that…” Shikamaru took note of Naruto’s eyes glancing up from the paper; stern, unwavering. He was serious, and that didn’t bode well for Ino. Touching a hand to his head, Shikamaru shook it like he was jarring a thought loose from clutter. “Hold on, what could have gone on last night?! Does it have something to do with the merchant?” It was like stumbling onto a clue, his eyes widening, though Naruto gave no indication of answering. “Is that it?! You think she did something to his memory?!”
            Naruto didn’t usually give over to anger, but something slipped, his open hand closing and coming down with a thud that stopped Shikamaru’s questioning. “Shikamaru,” he said lowly, almost threateningly, “it’s between me and Ino. Just bring her here and I’ll handle it, tebayo.”
            Shikamaru didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. Rarely, he’d see Naruto – this Naruto, and not the clumsy boy from their childhood – lost his temper. Such events were normally reserved for when he was abstaining from ramen on Hinata’s behest; like an addict’s temperament during withdrawal. This was absolutely different.
            So Shikamaru inclined slightly and respectfully. “Yes,” he said formally. “Sorry, Hokage-dono. I’ll leave word with her”—He turned, pulling the near-empty pack from his pocket—“just as soon as I get off from my break.”
            Naruto was left alone, regretting himself. He hadn’t even finished the first word (or character) of compliance for the request form of imported spices from Sunagakure to Ichiraku. Normally, such documents from his favorite restaurant could be finished in seconds, with him bending over backwards to comply. He couldn’t muster that generosity at the moment. Clutching the pen in his fist, he groaned, fell back on his seat, and rotated to the window overlooking his Village.
            Dammit, what was he supposed to even say to Ino?
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            “Thank you, Ino-san,” muttered Hinata softly as she accepted the flower to her bosom, clutching it with both hands as it was offered to her.
            “Naruto’s always a work, I hear,” replied Ino with a casual smile. “He should know his wife still needs some tenderness shown to her, even if it is with a flower.”
            Hinata blushed and then invited Ino in for a quick stay and drink. “Oh, if you insist,” gushed the blonde, holding a hand under her mouth in a show of flattery. Hinata led the way to the kitchen, mousey next to the proud-standing woman with long bright hair and looks to match her bravado. It seemed less like Hinata was leading a guest and more like she was heading a procession.
            “Um, I’ll put a kettle on the stove,” Hinata said, pulling out a chair from the table and gesturing for Ino to have a seat, which she took smoothly and with a sweep of her leg over the other. She caught Hinata’s eye looking at the amount of leg showing from beneath her dress. It made her smirk.
            “Before you do that,” she harped with abundant friendliness and a raised finger. “Maybe you should put the flower in some water. Add a little sugar, too, so it lasts longer.” She returned both hands to her seat as she leered at her hostess, who showed a sliver of mirth to the issue of flowers. She was no botanist, but she assured Ino as she rummaged through the cupboards, that she was taking the finest care of these flowers as possible.
            “That’s good~♪” Ino settled comfortably in her seat, folding her arms beneath her breasts. “These flowers are said to help a relationship thrive in marriage.”
            Hinata’s smile grew a bit in hope as she found a suitable cup to act as this latest flower’s vase. She knew she was faltering in her marital duties lately, but surely this flower at her bedside would rectify that.
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            Ino wasn’t home or at the shop, but Sai was. And after having the situation told to him, the husband was more than willing to accompany Shikamaru back to the Hokage’s office, where he stood in front of Naruto, laughing bashfully as he petted the back of his head. “She’s gone off on her own, I’m afraid,” he told the disappointed Naruto. “She was working the shop for a little bit, but when I looked, she was gone.”
            Shikamaru’s hands were in his pocket, his back arched somewhat. He’d done his job, and now looked to Naruto to resolve it. “Ino can be flighty.”
            “That’s true, Shikamaru-san,” said Sai with a laugh as an aside.
            “Should I send Udon and Moegi to find her?”
            Naruto considered it. It was important to address what had happened last night. His lips were still fresh from the memory, even if he’d kissed Hinata deeply during his morning leave, hoping to wash away his guilt and reaffirm his attraction to her. Sadly, the erection shoved to Hinata’s lower belly was not caused by her kiss.
            At the same time, Naruto was apprehensive – to say the least – about confronting her. This wasn’t scolding some miscreant off the street, this was addressing a snappy woman who had kissed him on the lips last night. And not only kissed him, he kissed back, unable to deny her unobtainable beauty. He touched her, and her skin scorched his fingertips to a lasting memory. Similar to the softness of his Hinata, yet entirely different at the same time; blazing, perhaps, with her security and confidence.
            His left hand’s fingers twitched upon the table.
            “No,” he sighed, his head lilting slightly in resignation. He gave the matter a solemn moment, and then rectified his posture, sitting up straight, head high and shoulders back, as a Hokage should look. “It’s a matter than can be taken care of later. How about we get to work instead, Shikamaru?”
            To this request, Shikamaru shone with an appreciative smile. There was a leader he could follow and defend. “Sounds good. Sure you don’t want some Ichiraku first, though?”
            “Nope, just pour some hot water in the cup, tebayo!”
            No helping it. Shikamaru chuckled and muttered, “Right away.”
            “Oh? Does that mean you’re done with me?” Sai gestated uncomfortably where he stood, smiling despite his awkward gait. Naruto actually looked taken aback, like he’d all but forgotten the artist; the man who, in his own way, had been the cause of this whole kerfuffle.
            Naruto felt a full range of emotions staring at him, most potently pity and guilt. Sai was an unassuming man now, with a traumatic past that he was still afflicted by with anti-social tendencies, trying to bypass them with an abundance of unfiltered truths. Naruto didn’t dislike him at all, despite their introduction to each other, and saw him as one of his closer friends. How many had stood up for him, after all, and shielded him from a relentless beating purely on the principle of their friendship?
            Yet now Naruto had kissed his wife and betrayed that friendship.
            “Well,” Naruto started with a stammer and a forced smile that Sai was quick to decipher, “it’s good to see you, Sai, and you can hang around for a bit if you’d like.”
            “Hm? Naruto, your smile is very fake right now,” Sai observed with a point. “It’s like you’re hiding something.”
            “No! I mean, no way! Not me! I’m not hiding anything, tebayo!” It wrenched Naruto’s gut not to be honest, but it wasn’t so much lying as it was sparing feelings; at least for the moment. “I’m just a little hungry, maybe.” He placed a hand over his tummy for emphasis and laughed through his teeth. “I’ve always hated the two-minute wait for instant ramen.”
            Sai watched him a few seconds more, and then propped up his own smile; more cheery and honest than Naruto’s. “I suppose I can stay a while, Naruto. Inojin is very good at watching the shop, and it’s not been busy lately.” He strolled over and took a seat in one of the chairs at the wall. He sat straight and stiff, like a doll, creepy in a way with how mechanically and precise his posture was along with the turn of his head. “I think your anxiety comes from Ino, right? She’s putting a lot of pressure on you lately, but you also have a lot of other things to do.”
            “Wh-What? Oh!” Naruto smiled a bit more and latched onto this topic. “Yeah, yeah, that’s right. It’s not really that much trouble. She sprung a few surprises on me”—He suppressed his gulp—“but maybe we can work something out.”
            Sai cocked his head with that smile. “I hope she’s not being too much of an inconvenience for you. The art show wasn’t my idea.”
            Naruto’s laughter was stunted and feigned. Not for a second did he think that Sai wanted to showcase his portraits for profit. “Don’t worry about it. In fact, let’s not talk about it!”
            At that point, Shikamaru arrived with the Ichiraku cup ramen already steaming with an egg timer on the tray. A formality to carry it like this; Shikamaru did have a sense of humor in odd ways. And as he set it down on Naruto’s desk, he made the suggestion, “How about we get started on the readvised list of sundries for Academy pupils?”
            “Sure,” said Naruto, picking up the chopsticks and raising them overhead with a following cheer, “but after you pour some more ramen for you and Sai, tebayo!”
            “Heh! Sounds good,” agreed Sai, while Shikamaru made a face of grievance.
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            He’d nearly forgotten about the incident with Ino throughout the day. Sai, while not so limber, was affable to Naruto’s ways – perhaps by force – and engaged in conversations and had an opinion to challenge Shikamaru’s. For Shikamaru, it wasn’t the easiest day to have his suggestions second-guessed, but it was intellectually stimulating. Going home for bed was a bit more than just resting for another day; he went with a smile and trusted Naruto, who’d stayed behind for the few last documents. “I’ll get them done,” he promised, and that was good enough for Shikamaru, who bid him goodnight and went home not long after Sai departed.
            “I’ll tell Ino that you were looking for her,” he had said, and that had rekindled Naruto’s anxiety.
            He could go home himself now, and no one would fault him. The form in front of him had no real deadline, and was really only in need of a signature to allow a shipment from Sunagakure into Konoha in the coming months. Gaara was nothing if not a stickler for the process.
            Now in his solitude, Naruto ached from the burden; the burden of guilt and of not knowing how to proceed. He truly did want to reprimand Ino, as was a Hokage’s responsibility. He couldn’t actually let his villagers do as they pleased, even with him. He disciplined Boruto when he got out of line because he couldn’t have favoritism. And what Ino had done…!
            Naruto sulked with a shade of pink on his face.
            Well, it could cause a scandal to say the least. One that could potentially ruin families and might even have him resign in shame, although knowing Hinata’s dad… It was likely that he would be against it, and that he would cast shame on his daughter for allowing this to happen. The old man was a sucker for his grandkids, but a prudent nobleman who saw whatever as means to an end. His daughter, once thought a failure, had now become wife to a highly-esteemed Hokage. Naruto losing his seat would demean the Hyuga just as much.
            But Naruto’s woes were for Hinata herself. Not to mention Sai, whom he had just palled around with all day like old buddies. Both were casualties in this unexpected role, and Naruto wasn’t sure he could live with it.
            “Oh, Naruto-san!”
            Naruto jumped from his relaxed position, seeing who it was, and blurting out, “Nee-san! Y-You’re still here?!”
            Shizune stood at the doorway, youthful and looking, well, more vibrant than ever in her new selection of clothing. Ever since her master retired, she had gotten a closer glimpse of spinsterhood with the frequent gatherings with the Fifth Mizukage and decided she should wear more attractive clothes to lure a partner. Admittedly, seeing the conservative woman don more promiscuous garb for the first time had jarred Naruto, seeing her in shorter robes that showed off her thighs in fishnet stockings, but he’d gotten over it. Only now, when Ino had tripped up his priorities, did he acknowledge Shizune’s thighs shifting together as she walked into the room, meandering to the notice board that Naruto had put up – or rather, Shikamaru had when Naruto’s desk became cluttered with personal notes – and tacking on a little message from her mentor.
            “Tsunade-sama wanted me to request a dinner with you and her, though I suspect she’ll only want to drink.” Shizune looked very cute when she was at ease about this unprofessional behavior. “I told her that you were worse than she is with alcohol.”
            Naruto laughed awkwardly, “I’m not that bad, am I?” And Shizune reminded him that the last time he went out drinking with Shikamaru and friends, they had to carry him home before midnight. Again with the sheepish laugh, he rubbed the back of his head and said he probably was bad with sake.
            “I would have thought you’d have gone home,” Shizune then said, whisking smoothly around the room to collect books that Naruto didn’t need in his office or ones that she needed to look over. “Shikamaru-san already left, didn’t he?”
            Naruto gave a very indignant if not childish look. “I can stay afterhours to get the work done.” He picked up his pen like he was resolved to do just that, yet the tip hung over the paper unmoving. For a good while, it seemed like he was resolved to it but struggling, like he had forgotten how to put his signature, and then he gave up with a groan. “It was easier for Baa-chan, wasn’t it?”
            “Not at all!” Shizune tittered merrily. “I couldn’t get her to finish forms as quick as Shikamaru-san can get you to finish yours. But then, we are in a time of peace now.” With her arms filled with the heavy stack, she came over, rounded the desk, and patted Naruto’s head – after carefully setting the books to distribute their weight onto the desk. “And you helped bring about that peace, Naruto-san. You’ve earned it.”
            She left after that, and Naruto was glad for it. Women smelled so nice, and he noticed it much more when he was aching for them. Sure enough, and he looked down on it with a vengeful sort of scowl, Nee-san’s presence had awoken his lust, and his mind trekked back to that instant of kissing Ino.
            She was practically on his lap. If he wanted to, he could have swept her off her feet, laid her across a table of his choosing, never minding the laid-out merchant unconscious on the floor, and could have taken her with rabid desire! Harder, faster than Hinata was willing to take it in recent years. “They might hear!”
            No one would hear here. Shizune-nee-san said that she was leaving, to go with Baa-chan to a teahouse for some retired enjoyment. Naruto could have invited whomever and enjoy the office for a bit. Maybe Hinata would be awake enough to come over and christen this desk with him.
            Or… And it was a terrible thing to consider… He could drop his zipper and end it there. Just take care of it, go home, and if Hinata was in the mood finally, he could follow up strong.
            “Ahh~!” he droned, rubbing his head and kicking himself out of his seat to pace the office. Sign these last two forms and go home! He grabbed the tea that Shikamaru had left him – which was now cold – and went to the window, opening the blinds to peer out across his village. The bright moonlight gave the houses a mystical and vibrant glow. Windows of light dotted various homes of families still awake. Likely, his own was probably going dark soon; Hinata always scooted the kids to bed early. If he wasn’t so afraid of seeing them, he could be there to say goodnight. Boruto would be snide to him, but Hima would burst with excitement that her dad was home, and Hinata…
            Naruto caught movement. A Hokage could not ignore the draw of his eye when alone in his office. Peace reigned, but there would always be those who’d want to rupture that peace. He looked in the little niche of water towers and floor levels. Hidden to everyone, except the Hokage’s vantage.
            Was that…? Two people? Dressed in dark clothes. Wait, no. One was darkly clothed, shielding the other; the other was shimmering in the moonlight.
            Naruto’s face pulled nervously.
            Ino, with Sai hoarding her. Or was it the other way around? Her hands were around her husband, pulling his face to her neck, helping his hand to her breasts, her legs curling sensually around his hips. Her face expressed her pleasure, biting her bottom lip, eyes shut, head tilted back to expose her throat. She was also going at his front, at his pants.
            Naruto’s breath hitched, his heart racing in his ears, though he could swear his ears could pick up the sounds of her moaning.
            It was…! It was wrong of them to be behaving like this in public… just as it was wrong of him to be watching. And wrong of him to covet… Naruto first felt the pang of shock, not being ready to catch this site. The woman he had meant to meet was now right before him, and within half a second, he could catch and confront her. But his feet were leaden, unable to carry him to the door, much less from his window to their rooftop.
            His jaw tightened as he watched Sai’s hips move and Ino’s legs hitch. They were there, upon one another. Ino’s teeth clamped on Sai’s ear, muffling her reaction, but Naruto could read it on her face. Pleasure… and want.
            Harder, he read on her lips, and Sai obliged perhaps to the best of his capabilities. Little that Naruto could see – or pay attention to – of Sai’s face, he saw his former teammate stressed, reddened by the exertion. Ino’s complimentary legs held onto his lithe, bucking frame as he buried his face into her neck, probably warning her of what she was doing to him. She raking her hands across his back, a sinister smirk appearing on the lips Naruto knew to be so soft and smooth and forceful. Her tongue lashed out against the upper, clearly giggling as her husband gave her his all, pounding her up against the wall. The moonbeam upon them showed the glow of her skin, Sai was red down to the neck as his neck tensed, his placid face crinkled with hidden effort in the nape of her neck.
            He was finished.
            He slumped, pinning his wife between his dead weight and the wall as she stroked his hair, consoling him, kissing the bitemark on his ear, whispering to him.
            And as far away as she was, Naruto was certain that her intense blue eyes turned to him in the window, watching them. She spotted him just as surely as he had watched them. He stumbled back like the fact they had made eye contact was merely a myth or a figment of his imagination. But it wasn’t. She’d caught him spying them, and she was undoubtably smiling about it.
            Naruto wheeled around, slamming his hand onto his desk and curling it into a fist. The room was hot and stuffy all of a sudden. He was sweating even with the fan on him. He pulled at his collar, groaning, grunting, needing air.
            Just what was with Ino? He stormed out in the hallway, throwing his cape behind him and opening his jacket. Sai too! Behaving like that, in full view of him! Sai said he’d send her to him as soon as he could!
            Did she think she could belabor the ramifications of her behavior the past night?!
            Naruto stopped in the kitchen to pour himself a cup of cold water. He drank it fast, refilled, drank again, and then crushed and threw the paper cup to the wastebasket, missing it in his frustration.
            Was she messing with him?! Was the art gallery a farce?! Or was this some sort of tactic to convince him to fund the showing?!
            “I should have just said no,” he growled as he stalked out of the Hokage building, not even acknowledging the night staff saying goodnight. Moegi and Udon were certainly affronted by it, but then Naruto stopped halfway to the gate. He pivoted and thrust his bandaged hand out at them with a powerful point. “I want Yamanaka Ino in my office tomorrow!” he commanded. “Even if you have to send out the Anbu, tebayo!”
            Udon and Moegi snapped to attention. He’d rarely spoken like this before. It likely meant nothing good for Ino, but they said resolutely “Yessir!” in uniform.
            He knew he could catch her. Right now. Sai was likely still recovering. But given what Naruto might have to put him through… he’d give his friend the night.
            Naruto leaned forward as if to run… but vanished in a blip of orange chakra, taking a run a step further with his Transportation Jutsu. He hit the front porch with a trailblazing tailwind that he let calm before opening the door. Unlocked. No one was stupid enough to try breaking into the home of the Hokage and a proficient Hyuga mother. He didn’t call out. Likely, everyone was already abed, and his announcement would just rouse his daughter and upset his son.
            Quietly and with care, he sat down on the doorstep to unbuckle his sandals, removing them slowly as opposed to when he would kick them off and slump his way to the kitchen. He didn’t feel that tiredness that he normally would after a day of signing and listening to Shikamaru drag on and on about appointments and posturing. He felt revitalized, but not entirely in a good way. Perhaps he just wanted his wife.
            Not in the kitchen, though the aroma of a seafood dinner was still poignant. He’d missed something special, but hoped it wasn’t for him. He thought about checking the refrigerator, but thought instead that he wasn’t hungry. He was thinking more about that look; that unmistakable, sensuous look from over Sai’s shoulder.
            Naruto saw his wife in bed, dozing soundly. He didn’t even feel the need to rouse her and beseech that she consummate with him. Dejectedly, he undressed to his boxers, his erection shameless in its protruding. He’d discipline himself tonight, leave it entirely alone, act like it wasn’t the only thing he could think about.
            Did Ino really know he was watching all along? It couldn’t have just been coincidence that she smiled in his direction. If she knew he was there, watching the entirety of it, why hadn’t she stopped? What was her intention? Of holding onto Sai…
            Naruto could feel the muscles of his face, souring to how Ino clung onto Sai in ways that Hinata had never clung to him. His envy was showing.
            “Mm.” Hinata shifted and turned, maneuvering through the sheets to turn onto her left side and send an arm around her husband, anchoring herself to him as she laid her head upon his shoulder. Mechanically, Naruto’s right arm – underneath her – curved around her waist. He could feel her lips turn into a smile. “Welcome home, Naruto-kun,” she murmured sleepily.
            “Yeah,” he responded with a weak flash of a smile.
            His cock throbbed, urging him to start fondling the soft and heavy breasts leaning into him, or to caress the prominent bulge of her hips and try to provoke her. But she was already asleep. He knew it by the patterns of her breath and how her body relaxed against him. Just him with his thoughts, the ceiling, a beautiful but tired wife, and the dizzying fragrance of flower from Hinata’s nightstand.
            The smell only made him think of Ino.
            He’d have more to say to her when he met with her later on. But as he shut his eyes, he still couldn’t think of even the first thing to say.
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