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Facilitating Between Heaven and Hell	By : ChaCha92 Category: Naruto AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Time has a kooky way of moving at breakneck speeds while simultaneously fooling the world life is crawling along at a more leisurely pace.
At least, that’s how it feels to Naruto.
Narrowed blue eyes stare intensely at the seemingly innocuous hanging wall calendar in the kitchen of the main house of the Nara clan homestead. Her gaze dares the simple grid of neatly arranged numbers to lie that it’s not quite been three months since New Years Eve. There’s no way in hell because far too much shit has happened in too short a time. So either her temporal perception is extremely fucked up, or she’s dreaming.
Taking a sip of the tea she made, she hopes for the latter. A dream is much easier to cope with than all the insane changes her life has undergone. She wasn’t kidding when she told Shikaku and Shikamaru that she didn’t recognize her life anymore. At times it freaks her out enough where she’ll spend nearly an hour staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, recognizing the image as her own, but feeling entirely out of place. It doesn’t belong in the life she is currently living.
Naruto doesn’t dare tell anyone about these little staring contests with the mirror. Even she knows that’s nuts.
She does share her feelings with Inoichi, though. Kami bless the man for patiently putting up with her neurosis and talking her through them.
Tearing her gaze away from the offending calendar, she moves back over to sit at the kitchen table. Not like she can change reality. Thanks to what probably should’ve been a simple one-night stand, her life has morphed irrevocably.
Easing into a chair she grabs an apple out of the fruit bowl centered on the tabletop. Absentmindedly she polishes it on her sleeve. Biting into the fruit she noisily crunches away, musing she’s going to be eighteen weeks pregnant by the time of the wedding. She’ll be showing, but won’t be too big.
Taking another bite, she’s grateful Baa-chan confirmed she’s carrying only one child. She can’t imagine handling multiples. It’s another positive in an insane situation.
That, and having the wedding planned.
Yoshino shocked Naruto the previous night when she said everything is done. They just have to wait for all the replies from the invitations to come back so the caterer will have a final count.
Since Baa-chan forced them into doing a traditional wedding, Naruto and Ibiki had to invite people they don’t know just because of whom Naruto’s parents were. Pausing to sip her tea, she muses on how stupid it is to invite strangers just because her dad was a Hokage. She doesn’t give a shit if the Daimyo attended or not.
However, being the sneaky bitch she is, Baa-chan got her way anyway. She ‘accidentally’ let slip to Yoshino there was a strong likelihood of the Daimyo and other dignitaries attending the ceremony if they’re invited. So Yoshino verbally beat Naruto into submission over it. Her ears still ring like a fucking gong when she recalls that browbeating.
Sighing into the silent kitchen, Naruto resumes eating her apple, appreciating how easy the ceremony was to arrange despite all the overwhelming choices she initially faced. Because of the restrictive nature of the traditional ceremony, there will be more people attending the reception afterward. Tsunade insisted the small ceremony be held on the observation deck of the Hokage Mansion, which Naruto readily agreed to, thinking it’s fitting to have the stone visages of all the Hokage looming in the background. Her father may not be there for the ceremony, but his image will be.
Another plus to holding the ceremony there is it happens to also be the perfect place for the reception. There is the large banquet hall on the ground floor, so they won’t have far to go after the ceremony. Tsunade felt holding both the ceremony and reception in the mansion would be safer for Naruto since it’s one of the most secure locations in the village. Naruto thinks using the banquet hall is ironic since that was where the New Year’s party was held.
Finishing off the apple she rises to her feet to throw the core away in the trash just as Yoshino enters the room.
“Good to see you’re getting your appetite back, Naruto,” Yoshino nods approvingly as she walks over to the fridge.
“Slowly. Chances are still good of my apple making a return trip,” Naruto quips as she walks back to the table. “Want some tea, Yoshino? I’ve got another three cups in the pot.”
Yoshino nods as she replaces the water jug she originally pulled out of the fridge and closes the door.
“Did you find out how the renovations on your home are coming along?” she asks, easing into a chair opposite Naruto.
Pouring out a cup of tea for the older woman, Naruto nods.
“I went over there this morning to check everything.”
“You went alone?” Yoshino questions disapprovingly.
Naruto twitches slightly before choosing her words carefully to stave off another fierce lecture.
“Shikamaru escorted me on the way to work this morning.” Resisting the overwhelming urge to roll her eyes at the older woman visibly relaxing, she continues. “Yamato was already there and showed me what’s been done so far. It’s looking pretty good.”
“Will the house be ready soon?”
“Nah,” she replies, shaking her head. “The repairs and stuff are coming along nicely, but there’s no way it’ll be done before we’re married. Yamato is sure the house will be ready around the ceremony.”
“That’s still fast considering the house has been empty for so long,” Yoshino muses, sipping her tea.
“Yeah, and it’s one less worry off my back,” Naruto comments, the relief evident in her voice. “With you watching Anko so she doesn’t try sneaking a stripper into my bachelorette party, I’ve got almost nothing to stress about. Should make Baa-chan happy.”
Yoshino studies the redhead sipping her tea for a moment before letting her curiosity get the better of her.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you, Naruto. Why don’t you want a stripper? It’s almost unheard of for a bachelorette party not to have one, but it’s even more shocking in your case because Jiraiya-sama was one of your sensei.” Glaring off to the side, she mutters, “And is the biggest peeping Tom this side of Suna.”
“True,” Naruto grins before dropping her smile with a weary sigh. “You’re the only one to bother asking instead of doing a piss poor job speculating within earshot.”
“I’m not a gossip monger,” Yoshino snips pithily. “When I was a girl I learned gossiping got you the wrong information and caused more harm when it’s easier to just ask the source.”
Naruto rolls her eyes to the ceiling.
“Why would anyone bother doing that when it’s so much more fun to gossip?”
“Laziness and bad manners,” the brunette huffs before crossing her arms and glaring at the younger woman. “And you’re avoiding the question. If you don’t want to answer, just say so.”
Blue eyes drop as she absentmindedly fingers the rim of the teacup.
“I’m not avoiding because I don’t want to answer the question, it’s just the reason is going to sound really stupid.”
“Not half as stupid as some of the speculations I’ve been hearing,” Yoshino comments, rolling her eyes. “One is you’re really trying to punish Jiraiya for some transgression and to keep him from shamelessly milking the parties for ideas.”
Naruto’s lips quirk slightly.
“Ero-sennin has plenty of other sources of inspiration.” Sighing again, she continues. “A couple of years after my breakdown, Ayame-chan dragged me to a bachelorette party. Some friend of a friend. She thought it’d be a great way for me to get out and enjoy myself without ending up in an uncomfortable situation.”
“Uncomfortable? What do you mean?” Yoshino asks in confusion.
Taking a deep breath, Naruto explains.
“See, I couldn’t handle being out in crowds. If I went out to a bar and got hit on by a drunk, I’d freak out. Inoichi thought it was because I was afraid of being kidnapped again when my guard was lowered in a social setting. He was mostly right, but since he didn’t know about the…” Yoshino watches in silent concern as she trails off to take another deep breath before continuing quietly. “Didn’t know about the rape he was partially wrong about why I’d freak out.”
Naruto spends a few moments gently rolling the teacup between her hands.
“So I couldn’t just go hang out in a bar surrounded by drunk men. Ayame-chan convinced me to go since the party was at the bride’s home and only women would be there.”
“I actually was enjoying myself,” she admits fondly with a smile. “I was doing okay until the stripper came out. He did the usual shirtless bump and grind, gradually losing the rest of his clothes. When he came to dance in front of me, he whipped out a pair of handcuffs and locked my wrist to the chair.”
“Wasn’t a fun situation,” Naruto shrugs to a scowling Yoshino. “It was hard not freaking out while everyone else was really enjoying the show. Didn’t help when the ass left me cuffed as he moved to dance on the other side of the room. I started doing the breathing exercises Inoichi taught me, so I kept my head enough to pull out a senbon I always keep on me. I picked the lock and snuck out before anyone noticed.” Quirking her lips into a smirk, she adds, “There are definite advantages to being a ninja sometimes.”
Noticing Yoshino isn’t amused, her smile drops and she quietly continues.
“He was just dancing, but it was that look of desire all strippers wear to make their routine sexier and cuffing me was way too close to what Sasuke did.” She pauses to take another deep breath. “We could probably tell the stripper not to restrain me, but I can’t get comfortable with the idea. I could probably let Ibiki have one for his party, but it didn’t bother him when I said no strippers and he doesn’t even want a party. So since I don’t want one, he doesn’t get one.”
“Makes sense,” Yoshino states, “but that doesn’t sound like a stupid reason to me.”
Naruto gives Yoshino an, ‘are you kidding’ look.
“How is it not stupid when I’m afraid of strippers?”
Yoshino levels a withering glare that causes her to shrink back a little.
“You’re afraid of what the stripper may do to remind you of Sasuke, not of the stripper himself.” Leaving that thought hanging, she continues. “Now that I know your reasons, I’ll keep making sure Anko adheres to your ‘no stripper’ rule.”
“Thanks, Yoshino,” Naruto states sincerely while inwardly shivering at the glint in Yoshino’s eye. She mentally pities Anko if she dares to cross the brunette.
Things aren’t nearly as simple at the T&I building a few days later.
Standing in the hallway near his office, Inoichi wonders why his own daughter is currently singling him out.
Shifting his weight back slightly, he crosses his arms and arches a brow to glare sternly at Ino. He can’t resist the inward glint of pride at her ability to hold her ground with him now. Where she used back down quickly, Ino is finally taking after his tactic of appearing unaffected.
That still doesn’t mean he’s going along with her latest scheme.
“I distinctly recall just saying, no to your suggestion, Ino.”
“It’s not a suggestion, daddy,” Ino asserts, mimicking his posture. “You’re the only one who knows Ibiki well enough and will plan his bachelor party according to Naruto’s wishes.”
“There are other people who know Ibiki well enough,” Inoichi replies, his tone unimpressed. “Ibiki isn’t that intimidating.”
Ino merely arches a brow, causing Inoichi to reconsider his words and try again.
“To comrades.”
He didn’t think it was possible for her brow to arch higher.
Refusing to cave, he adds, “You haven’t given me one good reason why I should plan a party Ibiki doesn’t want in the first place and put up with the constant pleas and badgering to hire strippers behind Naruto’s back.”
“Gai.”
Thrown off, Inoichi blinks in surprise.
“What does Gai have to do with this?”
Ino’s head drops forward with a sigh of frustration and she closes her eyes briefly, wearily rubbing a hand across them.
“Gai volunteered to plan Ibiki’s bachelor party since no one else wants to do it.”
Dropping her hand away from her eyes, she counts off on her fingers.
“They’re either scared of Ibiki not liking the party, crossing Naruto, or dealing with a bunch of pissed shinobi because they didn’t hire strippers for the party. Usually it’s a combination of all three.” She pauses to roll her eyes in annoyance. “Gai feels such a joyous occasion deserves a youthfully exuberant celebration of epic proportions, honoring the springtime of Ibiki and Naruto-chan’s love as they confront the grand challenges of their new life together.”
Ino pauses again to give her gob smacked father a moment to process what she said.
“Obviously Gai’s words,” she clarifies. “Don’t you think Naruto deserves some peace of mind during such a stressful time and having a far more stable and rational person handle planning Ibiki’s party than Gai?”
“That’s fighting dirty,” Inoichi glares at his daughter.
“No, it’s getting someone sane to handle the bachelor party before Gai follows through on his threat, or worse, that old pervert Jiraiya comes back and decides to do it himself.”
Inoichi cringes, realizing she’s right.
“All right, I’ll do it,” he sighs in resignation.
“Thank you, daddy!” Ino cries joyously, throwing her arms around him in a hug.
“What did you sucker your dad into doing this time, Ino?” Naruto’s amused voice asks from somewhere behind the blonde.
Releasing her dad, she turns to grin at the redhead.
“You’ll like this one, Naruto. Daddy agreed to handle planning Ibiki’s bachelor party.”
Both watch Naruto blink at Ino in shock.
“Really?” When Ino nods, Naruto visibly relaxes. Briefly closing her eyes, she quietly tells Inoichi, “Thank you. I was scared wondering who was going to plan his party.”
Until that moment, Inoichi still planned on dumping the task off onto someone else. Mentally sighing, he inwardly acknowledges he’s stuck planning the party then changes the subject.
“You’re welcome, Naruto,” he smiles at her. “Do you want to get your session underway?”
Naruto nods and follows him to his office, never noticing Ino’s knowing smirk. She lucked out that Naruto showed up when she did and sealed the deal with her father. He would do everything possible to get out of planning the party.
Walking away, she’s grateful her dad finally caved so she can focus on planning the baby shower.
Later that afternoon a weary Inoichi steps into the office, prompting Ibiki to glance up from the documents in his hand and smirk knowingly.
“What did you get manipulated into doing against your will this time?”
“Your bachelor party,” the older blond answers.
He sets a small stack of envelopes on the corner of the desk Ibiki recognizes as wedding invitations before easing into a seat in front of the desk.
“How did that happen?” Ibiki arches a questioning brow. “You managed to avoid getting roped into planning it since Naruto’s announcement meeting.”
“All thanks to my beloved pride and joy and the perfectly timed appearance of Naruto for her therapy session,” he sighs wearily. “Ino didn’t pull any punches. She informed me Gai was thinking of taking responsibility. For good measure she also tossed out Jiraiya might take over. I agreed in order to get her off my back and planned on dumping it off on someone else when Naruto showed up and sealed the deal by appearing visibly relieved and thanking me for doing it.” Shrugging helplessly he adds, “I can’t get out of it now.”
Unable to resist chucking at the annoyed blond, Ibiki suggests, “Make it easy on yourself and hold the party at a bar. There will be enough single women hanging around to keep the guys occupied and they still get their booze, which is all they want anyway. By the end of the night they’ll be too drunk to care.”
“A very good point, my friend,” Inoichi laughs. Rising to his feet he heads for the door. “Once the guys have enough booze in them, they won’t remember if there were strippers or not.”
“Which should be within two hours after the start of the party,” Ibiki quips, reaching for the discarded invitations.
Inoichi laughs again and steps out the door while the younger man begins casually flipping through the small stack.
Since Naruto has been on the move so much, most of the replies to the invitations to the reception are sent to the tower to avoid getting misdirected and are then handed over to Ibiki to deliver to her when he visits her wherever she is at the end of the day.
Unless he works late, Ibiki always makes the effort to at least see her for a few minutes if he can’t spend the night with her. It gives them the chance to get to know each other better, talking about things other than the wedding, the house or the baby. Both feel if they’re going to be married, they need to make the effort.
Ibiki struggled to share more of himself, being far too used to extracting information than offering any, which triggered a few small arguments between him and Naruto.
Eventually Naruto succinctly pointed out, “You didn’t one day magically appear a full-grown jounin after your parents had an accident trying out a new jutsu. You existed long before your days of gleefully scaring the shit out of genins.”
She had a very good point.
However, he still finds it difficult to share more beyond the succinct answers he’s used to giving. He’s aware of her frustration and is impressed she forces herself to be patient, knowing it’s difficult for her to refrain from trying to pry more out of him.
Ibiki appreciates her efforts to accommodate him, which is why his eyes widen slightly in surprise while glancing through the latest invitation replies. Most have already been accounted for. The ones in his hands are some of the last stragglers. Cold eyes stare at two in particular for several moments before rising to his feet and seeking out Anko and finds her sitting with Mozuku in her office.
“Hey, boss!” Mozuku greets cheerfully when he steps through the open door.
“What can I do you for, Ibiki?” Anko’s tone is curious. If he needs her, he summons her to his office. He almost never goes looking for her.
“I’m leaving. Keep an eye on things here. If you need anything, Inoichi’s in his office,” Ibiki replies curtly.
Anko opens her mouth and is about to tease him about getting a little ‘afternoon delight’ with Naruto, until something clicks in her head. He’s leaving early. He is definitely not happy.
“Yes, sir,” she replies promptly.
The pair silently watches him disappear through the doorway without another word.
“What was that about?” Mozuku asks quietly, turning to look back at her with a confused frown.
Frowning in thought, Anko replies, “I dunno and I’m sure as fuck not going to ask. I actually like my life and am not about to shorten it by aggravating a royally pissed off Ibiki.”
Mozuku considers her words.
“Y’know, I don’t even want to know. Safer.”
Anko nods as they resume their conversation.
Within a half hour Ibiki arrives at the Nara homestead where Shikamaru ushers him to the kitchen where Naruto is enjoying tea with Yoshino. Both women look up in surprise when he walks in the room.
“You’re off early. Something wrong?” Naruto asks with a concerned frown.
“Nothing is wrong,” Ibiki replies curtly, coming to stand near her by the table. “But I need clarification as to why two of these invitations were sent out.”
He holds out the stack of replies. Confused, Naruto takes the proffered cards and shuffles through them until she comes to two in particular. With a soft sigh she opens and scans the two she realizes are the ones he wants ‘clarified.’ When she meets his cold gaze, he points at the cards in her hands.
“Why did you invite Haruno Sakura and Idate to our wedding?”
Yoshino sits quietly, observing the entire exchange before deciding they need to discuss this alone. Discreetly slipping out of the kitchen, she goes in search of her husband and son to warn them from stumbling on the impending battle.
Ignoring the older brunette’s departure, Naruto calmly replies, “It’s custom to invite friends and family.”
“I distinctly recall saying ‘no’ when you asked if you could invite him,” he tersely arches a brow.
“I asked if you wanted to invite Idate to the ceremony,” she replies with her own arched brow. “You said ‘no,’ so I didn’t. You never said I couldn’t invite him to the reception.”
Dark eyes narrow as Ibiki steps closer and towers over her.
“That’s stretching it damn thin and you know it. You knew I didn’t want to invite him. I’ve made almost no restrictions on this wedding, yet you go against my wishes the one time I do.”
“I consider Idate a friend,” she growls up at him, her gaze hardening. “Whatever problems you have are between you two and has nothing to do with our friendship. It’s courtesy to invite your friends to your wedding and you never specifically said I couldn’t invite him to the reception.”
“I thought it went without saying,” he counters tersely, leaning forward more. “And is that the reason you invited Sakura? Because she’s a friend? If you consider people who treat you like shit friends, I’d hate to see what you consider enemies.”
Naruto stands up, forcing him to straighten up as she glares into his eyes.
“I’m trying to mend fences,” she snarls, struggling to remain civil. “Sakura was my genin teammate and my friend. I don’t forgive everything she did, but I’d like to try moving past that garbage and thought it’d be a nice gesture. I didn’t know I needed your approval to invite my own friends to my own wedding.”
“It’s not a matter of needing my approval,” he snaps, his control slipping a little as he glares right back. “Just my input when you’re being unrealistic about certain people.”
“Unrealistic?” she indignantly asks, her volume increasing. “Where the fuck do you get off calling me unrealistic? I’m not running around squealing in giddy delight about my dream wedding, inviting anyone I can think of to jealously attend in awe. I was being realistic sending Sakura that invite, knowing it was a long shot she’d accept. Well, guess what? She didn’t and Idate can’t make it either, so what’s the big fucking deal?”
“The big fucking deal is you went behind my back to do whatever you pleased, ignoring my wishes,” Ibiki growls, crossing his arms across his chest. “I didn’t want to invite Idate and I never liked Sakura. You went out of your way to run the rest of the invitation list by me, even going so far to have me help send the damn things out. Yet you conveniently forgot to mention those two and you’re honestly expecting me not to be angry about it?”
“You’re assuming I went out of my way to hide I was inviting them,” she snaps peevishly. “I didn’t. I kept going back and forth with Sakura and sent off her invitation at the last minute. As for Idate, he’s my friend. I thought you might at least be okay with him attending the reception. I tried telling you but that’s when you got really busy and said whatever I decided was okay. Then I forgot to tell you about it afterward.”
He stares at her in angry disbelief.
“You couldn’t just blurt out, ‘I invited Idate?’ Doesn’t take much time or effort to say those three words.”
Attempting to rein in her temper, Naruto takes a deep breath.
“I knew you’d be angry about it,” she begins more calmly. “I figured we’d talk about it civilly, not nitpick and yell at each other.”
“I’m not nitpicking,” he snaps. “And you’re the one who’s getting close to yelling.”
“Why the fuck are you acting like I committed treason or some heinous crime?” she snarls, losing her cool again. “You’re not on the clock in T&I, so why are you interrogating me like a suspect?”
“I don’t like being played,” he growls low.
Briefly stunned, Naruto blinks at him in disbelief.
“Is this how you’re gonna react when things don’t go your way over something so inconsequential?” she asks quietly. “Are you gonna intimidate our kid to tears ‘cause they didn’t read your mind?” she continues in a louder voice. “Maybe we’ve got to simplify things. How ‘bout we don’t get married at all? It’s off, as of now,” she declares, angry tears welling in her eyes. “I’ll raise the baby without worrying about it pissing you off ‘cause I’m not going to let you make the poor kid so jittery they’re afraid to breathe. Ignore us and go back to your old life if you want to! I don’t need your help!”
Naruto is red faced and shouting by the end of her speech. She stalks past him out of the kitchen, ignoring the three Nara guiltily standing outside the doorway blatantly eavesdropping.
Ibiki stares after her before striding out of the house without another word or acknowledging them either.
Naruto isn’t surprised when Kakashi settles on the porch across from her. It’s been hours since her fight with Ibiki and dusk has fallen. She spent most of the time sitting on the veranda outside her room, leaning against a support post. Glancing over at the jounin leaning his back against another post, studying her in silence, she’s surprised he didn’t show up sooner, but silently guesses Shikamaru gave her the time she wanted to be alone and think.
He had checked on her right after the fight and offered to be her ear. She didn’t feel like talking, but promised to talk later when it wasn’t so fresh. However, she was certain he’d run and tell Kakashi and Iruka what happened right away, but is glad he gave her time to calm down first.
“Where’s Iruka?” she asks, breaking the companionable silence first.
Kakashi smiles.
“Calming down a stressed out Yoshino who thinks you’re going to die because you didn’t feel like eating dinner.”
Rolling her eyes Naruto blows out a harsh breath.
“There is no point in forcing dinner down when my stomach is tied up in knots. My nausea has been easing up lately, but that doesn’t mean dinner wouldn’t have made a return trip.”
Kakashi nods in understanding.
“It’d be out of character if Yoshino didn’t worry about you skipping dinner.”
“True, but she really needs to lighten up or she’ll get an aneurysm.” She smirks as Kakashi laughs before commenting, “If you and Iruka are here then Shikamaru must’ve told you guys what happened. Or at least what he overheard.”
Calming, Kakashi nods again.
“If you don’t feel like talking about it, that’s fine, but we’re worried and had to check.”
Naruto quietly debates whether or not she’s ready to talk about it. Deciding to just get it out of the way she shares what happened. As usual, Kakashi listens carefully and is a little surprised she invited Sakura, but understands why. When she finishes both allow the silence stretch out for several minutes.
“I get why Ibiki is upset,” she softly admits, finally breaking the silence. “I really could’ve tried harder to let him know. I knew he wasn’t going to change his mind on Idate and he sure as hell wouldn’t let me invite Sakura. But I felt I had to invite them. And, yeah, there was a bit of defiance mixed in too.”
“Ibiki probably didn’t want Sakura invited more out of concern for you because he’s aware of how she treated you when things were at their worst,” Kakashi reasons. “As for Idate, did you really expect him not to get angry when he found out like he did? You admit to being defiant, so that means you deliberately didn’t tell him.”
Naruto crosses her arms and pouts as she glares out into the darkening grounds.
“He didn’t have to get so angry about it,” she grumbles.
Arching a brow Kakashi states, “He may have been angry, but he wasn’t the one to call off the wedding. You did. This really doesn’t sound like enough of a reason to call everything off.”
Naruto sighs heavily as she leans her head back against the post to look up at the roof of the veranda in frustration.
Closing her eyes, she quietly admits, “When Ibiki towered over me, I wondered if that’s how things are going to be after we’re married. Am I supposed to follow his wishes without question?”
Opening her eyes she meets Kakashi’s steady gaze.
“You know how I am. I don’t deal well with restrictions. I don’t think I can adapt to accepting his absolutes and it scares me. When I was a kid I tried pleasing everyone for a while and was miserable because no one was ever happy with me. I don’t want the baby to go through that, trying to please its own father and failing. No one can deny Ibiki is strict. It’s part of the reason why Idate ran away and was too scared to own up to what he did.”
“Is that the only reason you called off the wedding?” Kakashi asks, eyeing her. “Or was it out of fear of committing yourself completely to one person?”
Naruto’s stunned gaze snaps to him as he lets her absorb his words for a few moments.
“You have the tact of a sledgehammer. So telling Ibiki your concerns shouldn’t have been a problem. You were forced to be alone for so long and now you’re getting married faster than you ever anticipated without a typical courtship. Now that the ceremony is planned and the date is set, it’s clear, without a doubt, you’re getting married. That’s not including your pregnancy, Sasuke, the Akatsuki or anything else.”
Kakashi leans toward her on his hands and knees, moving his face within centimeters of hers.
“You’ve never been good at admitting your fears. Once you’re married that’s it, you’re in it come hell or high water and that terrifies you.” Reaching up he flicks her in the forehead. “Maybe it’s time you admit you’re scared so you can face it and deal with it.”
Kakashi leans back to rest on his knees as he watches Naruto sulkily rub her forehead.
Sighing again, he adds, “At least think about it. It doesn’t sound like the problem is with Ibiki. It’s with you. Perhaps it was a good idea to call off the wedding so you’ll have time to think about it, but you need to be honest with yourself.”
Naruto drops her hand with a heavy sigh of her own.
“There’s so much. It’s hard to think straight.”
“Take as long as you need to work it out,” Kakashi assures her. “Remember, you’ve got people willing to listen and be honest with you.”
“I’m trying,” she smiles softly. “And I promise to think about it.”
Kakashi returns her smile and pulls her into a hug.
Wandering into the kitchen nearly two weeks later Shikamaru is mildly surprised to find his mother intensely gazing through the window. Since they didn’t have any neighbors, spying on them is out. Despite knowing he’ll regret asking, his curiosity gets the better of him.
“What are you looking at?”
“Naruto,” she replies absently without turning away from the window.
“Why?” he sighs heavily. “She likes to take long walks outside with the deer.”
“None of the herd is outside the house,” Yoshino snaps irritably.
Glancing over her shoulder she notices her son’s arched brow. Sighing in frustration she reluctantly turns from the window and eases into one of chairs at the table, prompting her son to follow suit and settle into the chair next to her.
“Naruto mentioned this morning she was considering going back to Iruka and Kakashi’s apartment for a few days. I asked if she was finally going to speak to Ibiki. Instead of answering she asked why would she,” Yoshino rolls her eyes in annoyance. “I pointed out to her that one of them had to make the first move because they can’t have a strong relationship after they’re married if they can’t resolve their differences.”
Shikamaru watches his mother look uncharacteristically guilty as she continues.
“Naruto got upset insisting Ibiki knows where to find her and obviously doesn’t care if he hasn’t bothered coming around all this time. I reminded her that she was the one who called off the wedding.” Meeting her son’s inscrutable gaze she reluctantly admits, “She practically bit my head off, snapping there isn’t any reason to worry about having a relationship if they aren’t getting married, which she’s not changing her mind before stalking outside.” Sighing wearily, she adds, “I may have made things worse.”
Shikamaru considers his mother’s words while she stews in guilty silence.
“You only touched a nerve, but you haven’t made things worse.” At his mother’s questioning look, he asks, “What can be worse than calling off the wedding?” He rolls his eyes at her surprised look and ignores her subsequent glare. “You only pointed out what her stubbornness is refusing to let her acknowledge; she and Ibiki need to talk.”
“Which neither is making a move towards doing. I’m starting to wonder if Naruto calling off the wedding is going to be permanent after all,” Yoshino argues.
“Which is exactly why you should continue finalizing the details.” At his mother’s incredulous look he sighs wearily, muttering, “What a drag.” Continuing in a normal voice while ignoring her glare again, he explains, “They will get over their stubborn pride to talk and the wedding will be back on. I’ve watched them both, and I’m sure you’ve noticed it too, that neither has realized they want to get married more than to just protect their baby.”
Yoshino considers it before smiling at her son and nodding in agreement.
“I better give the caterers the final count then.”
“Just don’t mention it to Naruto,” he warns.
“Okay, but I should probably go outside and check on her and apologize,” she frowns in concern while looking over at the window.
“Leave her alone to think. She needs it,” he states. “It’ll work out between her and Ibiki.”
Knowing her son is right, Yoshino absently nods, wondering how long until that happens.
Which happens to be nearly the same sentiment shared by Ibiki’s minions, who are contemplating setting a trap to lock their boss and Naruto in a cell until they work things out. They are experiencing first hand how much the situation is irritating him. It’s getting to the point he’s almost impossible to work with.
Inoichi finally becomes fed up with Ibiki’s moodiness when he stops the torture specialist in the hallway.
“Did you get a chance to go over those evaluations I left on your desk yesterday?”
Turning his hard gaze onto the blond, Ibiki tersely replies, “Last minute documents you feel should be rushed are not my top priority. I’ll get to them when I can.”
The older man blinks in surprise at the rude words and tone.
Eyeing Ibiki for a moment, he just as tersely states, “Step into my office for a few minutes.” At Ibiki’s glare, pale blue eyes harden to match the one word order given in a quiet, steely voice, “Now.”
Without waiting for a reply, Inoichi walks down the hallway to his office nearby and is certain Ibiki will stalk off. He’s mildly surprised when the younger man grudgingly follows, scowling fiercely the entire way.
“Take a seat,” Inoichi orders while allowing Ibiki to step into the room first before pulling the door closed behind them.
Looking anything but pleased, Ibiki remains standing and crosses his arms.
“I can’t stay long.”
Arching a brow, the blond settles behind his desk and in a voice with no give orders, “Sit.”
His gaze hardening further, Ibiki tilts his head slightly to the side.
“Last time I checked, I was in charge of T&I, meaning I give the orders.”
“Don’t try pulling rank,” Inoichi replies nonchalantly. “I’ll slap a psyche restriction on you faster than you can blink. Then you’ll have plenty of time to talk without worrying about being too busy.”
He didn’t think it’s possible, but Ibiki’s scowl becomes more pronounced as he grudgingly settles into a seat before the desk.
Resisting the urge to smirk, Inoichi asks, “What the hell is wrong with you? Ever since you and Naruto argued two weeks ago you’ve been crankier than a starving bear.”
“I never allow my personal life affect my work,” Ibiki succinctly retorts.
“Really?” Inoichi drawls. “Then why are you jumping down everyone’s throats for no good reason? Despite all their quirks and idiosyncrasies, your people get the job done efficiently. Yet you nearly drove Shimon to tears a couple of days ago and Anko’s jumping at shadows thinking you’re going to come down on her ass for something inconsequential. You’re doing your job all right, but you’re making everyone else miserable while you’re at it. If your fight with Naruto is bugging you that much then you need to talk to her.”
Ibiki glares balefully at Inoichi.
“If Naruto wishes to talk to me, she knows where to find me. She’s the one who called off the wedding. The ball is in her court.”
Inoichi rolls his eyes before shaking his head in disbelief.
“If I had any doubts you two are meant to be together, that just quelled them. You both are so ridiculously stubborn you’re made for each other.”
Ibiki’s gaze turns flinty.
“For being the top guy in T&I, it’s amazing how afraid you are to question her reasons for calling things off.” Ignoring Ibiki’s growl, he adds, “It’s clear you’re the one who wishes to talk, but haven’t moved to do so. You get this way whenever you have unresolved personal issues. You did the same damn thing when you returned after trying to bring back Idate.”
Leaning forward in his chair, Inoichi returns Ibiki’s glare.
“If you truly wish to keep your personal shit and work separate, then talk to her because it is interfering. I’m not saying this as your second in command, but as your friend. I know you too damn well and you’ll just ignore things and go on with your life, just as you did with Idate.”
Ibiki coldly eyes Inoichi before finally asking, “Are we done?”
Narrowing his eyes and sighing in frustration, Inoichi grinds out, “We are.”
Rising to his feet, Ibiki steps over to the door.
“Naruto has a checkup scheduled with Tsunade in the morning,” Inoichi innocently points out. At Ibiki’s over the shoulder glare he shrugs. “I just thought you’d like to know since it does have to do with the health of your baby.”
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Ibiki growls again and leaves the room.
Inoichi smirks, knowing he got the other man thinking instead of avoiding.
The following morning is bright and full of promise as the birds chirp a merry chorus from the trees. The simple beauty, however, is completely ignored by the distracted redhead walking the village streets toward the hospital.
Naruto feels guilty spending the past two weeks avoiding Ibiki. Every time she decided to find him, she always came up with what she thought was a good reason not to do it that day. Each excuse was lame and insignificant; yet she ran with them. She feels particularly guilty for not trying harder before her checkup, especially since Ibiki had gone out of his way to go to every appointment with her.
She really did try leaving early enough to swing by his apartment first. If Ibiki weren’t home, the T&I building would be her next stop to see if he wants to go with her. Again, she came up with reasons not to leave so early.
Overall, she hates how childishly she’s acting.
Turning the final corner, her eyes widen to see him waiting in front of the hospital. A small flame of hope is kindled within her. Maybe he’s not so mad anymore.
Opening her mouth in greeting, she promptly closes it when he silently turns around and steps toward the front doors to pull one open for her. Dropping her smile, she gives him a flat look. He’s still mad.
Silently they maneuver through the corridors toward Tsunade’s office. The Hokage is waiting for them with a cheerful smile, until she notes their expressions and the tension between them.
“Morning, Baa-chan!” Naruto greets with false cheer.
“Good morning, Hokage-sama,” Ibiki tersely states.
Rolling her eyes, Tsunade rises to her feet.
“Morning, grumps. Follow me.”
Ignoring their scowls, Tsunade leads them to an exam room. Within minutes she proceeds to give Naruto a thorough examination.
“Your blood pressure is lower than it was last time, gaki,” the blonde murmurs after checking the gauge on the cuff. “But it’s still reading a little higher than normal. It’s not putting you or the baby in danger, but we’ll continue keeping track of it.”
Reaching for the chart, Tsunade scribbles a couple notes and continues.
“You gained a half-pound since we last weighed you, so you’ll start showing soon. You’re just starting your second trimester and there’s plenty of time to start gaining weight. Otherwise everything looks good.”
Setting the chart aside on a nearby table, Tsunade crosses her arms. Her voice hardens as she glares at the couple.
“Now work out whatever shit you’ve got going on. I don’t care what you’re fighting about. Get it settled or I’ll have you both locked in a chakra sealed room until you do or Naruto gives birth. Whichever comes first. Do I make myself clear?”
Ibiki glowers back before grudgingly nodding.
“Okay, Baa-chan,” Naruto sighs wearily.
“Great, see you next week,” Tsunade cheerfully quips before leaving with a lazy wave.
Minutes later, Naruto and Ibiki exit the hospital in uncomfortable silence. Noticing he’s still walking alongside her, she opens her mouth to say he didn’t have to escort her home when he cuts her off.
“Would you like to come over to my place for lunch?” As she blinks in surprise, he glances over, adding, “We need to talk.”
Releasing a soft sigh, Naruto nods and they head to his apartment. The tense silence continues even after they’ve settled down to eat until Naruto finally sets down her chopsticks to gaze across the table at Ibiki, patiently waiting until he meets her eyes.
“I’m not sorry for inviting Sakura and Idate,” she begins quietly. “It wasn’t easy deciding to invite her, but I felt I needed to. As for Idate, you know I didn’t have friends for most of my childhood, so I’ll selfishly hang onto the ones I’ve made over the years. Whatever shit happened is between Sakura and I, just like whatever happened between you and Idate is your business.”
Sighing tiredly, Naruto glances down before meeting dark, inscrutable eyes again.
“I am sorry for sneaking behind your back. Normally I’d have just said ‘fuck off’ and done what I wanted. But Kakashi got me thinking. It’s not so much about chafing against the rules I thought you were trying to put on me. The way you towered over me during our fight triggered something. It finally hit home. I’m marrying you and you’re particular with how you like to do things. You’re not known for being flexible.”
Pausing for a few moments, she collects her thoughts.
“I realized I’d be going into this marriage with everything I’ve got. Yet, despite that determination, I’d have problems doing things your way.” Naruto shakes her head. “I’m not saying you’re controlling or domineering, but it boils down to hating the idea of disappointing you because I can’t meet your standards.”
A rueful smirk forms on her lips as her eyes drift off to the side.
“Before I went wild with the pranks, I tried being what others wanted. Maybe if I did exactly what the adults expected, they’d finally see me.” She shakes her head sadly. “They never did. In fact, it seemed to make me more invisible. They could pretend I didn’t exist. So I got mad and decided to make them see me.”
She meets Ibiki’s unwavering gaze.
“You’re different. By marrying you, you’re becoming my family. That’s a whole new ballgame I have no experience with and scared shitless about. It hurt seeing the disappointment in your eyes when we argued about the invitations. It was only there briefly before your anger hid it. That’s why I called off the wedding. I thought it was better than making us both miserable because I can’t measure up.”
The silence stretches out after she finishes and it’s several minutes before Ibiki finally takes his turn to speak.
“Is that really the only reason you called off the wedding? Because you didn’t think you’d measure up to my standards?”
“And what’s generally expected of a wife,” she nods. “I mean, even some elements of the ceremony highlighted in glaring neon those expectations and is why I dropped some traditions, like wearing a white kimono and being covered from head to toe in the traditional white makeup. That crap is supposed to show the gods my purity." Gesturing at her stomach, she adds, “I’m a long ways from being pure enough for the gods.”
Ibiki smiles slightly in agreement.
“It’s also why I didn’t want to wear either of the headdresses typically worn by a bride,” she adds, rolling her eyes. “Forget the white wataboshi hood, or the tsunokakushi. The wataboshi looks stupid and I don’t like what the tsunokakushi in particular represents. I’m not gonna wear a rectangular piece of white cloth on my head like a cap to hide my 'horns of jealousy' as a symbol my intention to become a gentle and obedient wife. Bullshit.” Quirking her lips, she quips, “Gentle and obedient never applied to me.”
Nodding Ibiki softly chuckles.
“A marriage should be a partnership between equals,” she continues, becoming serious again. “Especially if the couple are both shinobi. And as equals they have to be a team because a team is far more effective.” Taking a deep breath, she holds his gaze, reluctantly adding, “And if I can’t meet your standards I’d be weakening that team and disappointing you.”
When it’s clear she’s finished, Ibiki studies her for a few minutes before rising to his feet. Walking around the table, he surprises her by gently scooping her into his arms. Moving to the sofa, he sits down and settles her into his lap.
“I know I’m not easy to get along with,” he admits quietly, gazing intensely into her eyes. “I have an easier time driving people away than making friends. You’re right. I’m not very flexible. I don’t live my life worrying about ‘maybes’ or ‘what ifs.’ It’s either do or don’t. There’s no gray area or in-between. I’ve always been straight forward, leaving little room to doubt my intentions. I know you’re not like that. You stick to your beliefs, but even those aren’t absolutes because you can forgive those who’ve wronged you. You can recognize the good qualities in an enemy and accept others without conditions.” Still boring into her eyes, he emphasizes, “This won’t be the last thing we’ll clash over.”
He pauses to take a deep breath.
“I never thought you wouldn’t trust me.”
Surprised, Naruto opens her mouth to protest, but he cuts her off.
“You didn’t trust me if you couldn’t stand your ground with me. That you’d think I’d hold you to an unrealistic standard you can never meet. I hold myself to a high standard, but don’t expect anyone else to do the same. That was my mistake with Idate. Despite what you may think, I don’t intend to do that to our child.”
Uncharacteristic reluctance shows on his scarred countenance.
“I thought I pushed you away like everyone else and I miss you.”
Naruto looks away guiltily.
“I thought I trusted you, but that’s not the case is it?” Glancing back she watches Ibiki nod before sighing wearily. “Planning this wedding highlighted all my fears and the only thing I could think to do was call it off. I never daydreamed about my wedding day like Ino and Sakura. I’m not a masochist, torturing myself over something I was sure I’d never have. Maybe if we had our way we’d already be done with this crap, signing the wedding papers in Baa-chan’s office and I wouldn’t be having this problem.”
Reaching up to comb his fingers soothingly through her hair, Ibiki smiles.
“The problems would’ve still been there. We would’ve stumbled on them in an even worse way if they didn’t come to light now.”
Sighing, she closes her eyes to lean her head on his shoulder, softly admitting, “You’re probably right.”
“Of course I’m right,” he chuckles. “I only deal in absolutes, remember?”
Naruto opens her eyes to glare up at him.
Becoming serious, he asks, “Are you still willing to marry me?”
Straightening up to blink in shock, she asks, “You still want to get married?”
“Why not?” he shrugs. “Our reasons haven’t changed. However, we can postpone the ceremony until you’re ready, even if it’s after the baby is born.” Reaching down he gently places his hand against her stomach. “That’s still my child and I’m not going to let Sasuke’s suck-ups interfere.”
Worrying her lower lip for a moment, Naruto considers his words.
“It almost doesn’t make a difference either way, except it makes it clear to the world you’re staking a claim to this baby.” Smiling softly, she adds, “I’m still willing to marry you.”
“I still promise to do my best,” Ibiki smiles reassuringly.
“I didn’t or I wouldn’t have been such a coward,” she admits guiltily.
His eyes bore into hers.
“Sometimes our best doesn’t measure up to what we’d consider good enough. All you can do is try. I’m not making any guarantees I won’t make even worse mistakes.” Smirking, he adds, “There are only guarantees in death, not in marriage.”
“Thanks for wanting to still try,” Naruto smiles widely before leaning in to kiss him.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, he deepens it and both become lost as the kiss becomes more passionate.
When they break for air, he asks, “Do you have any plans for the rest of the afternoon?”
“It depends on what you’ve got in mind,” she replies with an arched brow.
“It depends on what you feel up to,” he retorts, his gaze darkening with desire.
Naruto’s lips quirk a little.
“My nausea has been gone for a couple of weeks and I’m not fatigued anymore, so I’m pretty much up for anything.”
Smirking, Ibiki wastes no time showing her exactly how much he missed her.
Dropping a hand to her pants he unfastens the button then pulls down the zipper before lifting her up slightly to loosen them down her legs. Settling her back into his lap, he tugs her pants free before discarding them.
While he works Naruto’s tongue traces a sultry path along the groove of his ear. She gasps when she feels his fingers trespass into her panties and invade her lower lips. Groaning she resumes tonguing his ear, alternating with nibbling on the lobe as his fingers massage a tortuously slow rhythm, causing her to grow increasingly wetter while gently thrusting her hips into the motion.
Ibiki spends several minutes building her up before pulling his hand clear. She only gets as far as growling in frustration when he sets her onto her feet, pulling her panties down to her ankles before rising from the sofa.
Turning her to face the sofa, he guides her into kneeling on the cushions and bending forward to lean on the backrest. Reaching down he nudges her legs apart before smoothing his hands along the inside of her thighs before encountering her sex again much to her pleasure if her breathy moan is anything to go by.
Kneeling on the floor behind her, his deft fingers resume exploring every fleshy crevice from front to back. He carefully probes her womb deeply with one hand while the other invades her anus.
Peering out the picture window through hooded eyes, Naruto can’t help thrusting and swaying her hips in ceaseless motion while her inner muscles repeatedly clench around his invading fingers. She cries out when his mouth suddenly attaches to her sensitive flesh while his hand continues deeply invading her ass with up to three fingers now and his right caresses and kneads up and down along her ass and thigh.
Naruto’s keening desperate cries grow louder. She feels his mouth relentlessly suckle different parts of her velvety flesh in turn while heightening the exquisite torture by alternately caressing her ass then seeking out to tug and rub at her clitoris.
Before long he’s rewarded by a choked off shriek while she arches her back as her tangy moisture drenches her flesh.
Dropping her head in reeling bliss against her arms resting on top of the backrest, Naruto moans while his tongue deftly cleans her up. She doesn’t resist when strong hands drag her by the waist, causing her to fall bonelessly backward into his lap as he sits back on his heels. Her head lolls back on his shoulder and her breath hitches as calloused hands caress her under her sweater.
Ibiki peers over her shoulder down her body, enjoying the view of her heaving cleavage and his hands constantly moving under her clothes, stroking the flesh of her abdomen or squeezing her bra clad breasts. The rest of her clothes have to go. Pulling his hands clear, he grabs the hem of her sweater and tugs it off before dealing with her bra, leaving her completely naked against his clothed body. Angling her head, his tongue invades her mouth for a lusty kiss.
Grasping at his arms Naruto arches her body and moans into his mouth as one hand drops down to aggressively massage a breast while the other resumes invading between her legs. Her breast is deserted as he reaches between their bodies to loosen his own pants then pulling his hardened cock free.
Abandoning his attentive ministrations to the slit delta between her legs to her frustrated annoyance, he lifts her up to pull her into position and impale her as deeply as he can. Her prolonged moan nearly drowns out his.
Ibiki doesn’t move. He simply wraps his arms around her, molding her body to his, pausing to savor the moment. He really missed this. He missed willingly losing himself inside her. Their separation was brief, but felt like an insufferable eternity.
“Ibiki?” Naruto’s quietly desperate voice interrupts. “Please…” she huskily pleads.
She feels more than hears his rumbling chuckle as it vibrates through the junction of their intimately joined bodies, tearing a soft whimper from her throat. She may have cum already, but as usual Ibiki worked his magic to rouse her desperately to the edge again. His fully clothed body added significantly to the erotic sensations coursing through her. She’s certain from now on, seeing him in uniform will make more than just her mouth water.
Instead of moving as she wishes, he merely reaches up to angle her head so he can claim her mouth in another hot kiss. In a long, sensuous caress his hand follows a searing path down her neck to her breasts to resume torturing them with rough squeezing or pinching tugs on pert nipples. His other hand alights between her legs to either pinch and tug her clit in time with her nipples or to noisily invade her most private parts.
When she responds to his ministrations by arching and undulating against him, he starts thrusting up in her. Their position doesn’t allow him to draw out as much as he normally would, but his short thrusts are teasing enough to drive her mad.
Naruto growls and moans into his mouth until she pulls her mouth free to gasp for air. One of her hands clutches the wrist torturing her clitoris while the other either clutches behind her at his hip or at his shoulder.
Ibiki expresses his annoyance at breaking the kiss by scraping his teeth along her neck before painfully nipping at the soft juncture of her neck and shoulder, dragging choked noises from her mouth.
“Ibiki, c’mon, please!” she begs, her eyes squeezing shut in response to the simultaneously rough tugs to both her nipple and clit.
Deigning to answer with nothing more than a sadistic sounding chuckle, her world shifts as he pulls her off again.
“Asshole,” she growls in barely coherent frustration.
He lays her out on the sofa. Kneeling on the floor he pins her left arm in the sofa crevice then positions her left leg with his right hand to bend at the knee vertically parallel to the backrest. Then pushing her right leg to dangle over the side of the sofa he reaches under her thigh and grabs her right wrist, pulling her arm up against her body. He adjusts his upper body to pin her left leg in place with his right shoulder.
Looming over her, Ibiki smirks deviously at the frustrated, flushed redhead glaring death at him. Dark eyes then drop down to her exposed sex within striking distance. Leaning down he tears a startled cry from her throat as he aggressively attacks her slick folds with his mouth.
Naruto thrusts against the rough ministrations of his tongue deeply exploring her hot, velvety folds. She hoarsely keens as sharp teeth nip at her. Unconsciously she tries pulling her hands free from his without success as his slow and cruelly pleasurable torture continues relentlessly.
“Ibiki, I can’t…” she all but sobs. “Do something…” she begs.
Lifting his mouth from her, he smiles tenderly at her. He’s not sure she’ll ever really comprehend she’s the only one to ever elicit that expression from him or drive him to please her to the point of madness.
He climbs onto the sofa to hover over her. Reaching for her bent left knee, he gently pushes it to touch her chest and holds it there. Using his free hand to guide himself into her entrance, he slowly pushes in, drawing out the exquisite torture he’s been deliberately subjecting her to that much longer until he’s buried with a satisfied sigh from him and a loud moan from her.
Leaning forward he invades her eager mouth with his tongue, allowing her to taste herself on his lips as her arms immediately wrap around his neck and shoulders. His left arm winds underneath her shoulder to bury his fingers into her hair while his other hand keeps her left leg pinned to the cushion instead of allowing her to wrap it around his waist. He starts gently rocking back and forth, not really thrusting; just rocking with enough motion to drive her nuts.
Without stopping he breaks off the kiss.
“You already knew I was a sadistic asshole. Although, I think yours is much more appealing and I plan on exploring it very intimately in the future,” he sadistically smirks again into clouded blue eyes. “Normally begging pisses me off, but I get more turned on when you do it and I want to work you into a bigger frenzy.”
“You’ve got…uh,” she breaks of her protest with a groan as his hand suddenly moves from pinning her leg to roughly molesting her breast.
Abruptly leaning down he clamps down on her other breast, causing her to arch up with a shriek as her hands claw at his clothed back. He nibbles a path back to her left ear since her head lolled to the right.
“I’ve never heard you scream,” he observes huskily into her ear while still rocking against her.
“Dammit,” she growls low, squeezing her eyes closed again as he tugs hard on her abused nipple. “I,” she swallows thickly looking up at him again. “I can’t take anymore. C’mon, please, fuck me hard. Please,” she desperately sobs as a tear escapes from her eye.
Offering a slight smile, he leans down to coax her into a slow, searing kiss. Pulling back again, he holds her pleading gaze before shocking her with a brutally sudden thrust that causes her body to lurch along the sofa.
“Yes! That’s it! Un, harder!” she cries out, squeezing her eyes shut again.
Pinning her leg down again to keep her from moving it, he roughly pounds into her, his own groaning, gasping breaths overlapping hers. Every few hard, quick thrusts, he pulls nearly completely out before tearing another cry from her by slamming back in.
“I think…aw hell…yea…gonna…umnh…” Naruto moans disjointedly before arching up and screaming to the ceiling much to his satisfaction.
Not relenting, Ibiki continues pounding to his climax as she weakly tries keeping pace with him.
“Shit,” he hisses as his balls seize up before he bursts forth into her still spasming womb.
Taking a few moments to recover his senses, he opens his eyes to gaze down at the exhausted redhead pinned beneath him. Releasing her leg, he leans down to bury his fingers in her hair while engaging her in languorous kiss.
Breathlessly breaking off minutes later, he wordlessly pulls out of her, drawing out another soft moan before gathering her naked body in his arms and carrying her to his room.
Both need a nap before he continues showing her how much he missed her.
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