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Departure

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Departure

May 4, 2010

Naruto was drying the last cup when the front door opened. He placed it inside the open cabinet to his right, his gaze meeting his dish washing partner. Garbed in a fluttery dress that hung below her shoulders, leaving the smooth skin bare, and sleeve hems that dangled over her fingers, the Hyuuga heir looked as earthly beautiful as ever. Even more so considering that pretty, form hugging, knee length outfit was colored a vibrant orange. His favorite color on his favorite person. It was almost too much for his heart. Hair gathered and falling messily over her right shoulder, he felt that familiar urge to press his lips to the smooth expanse.

The stood close together with barely enough room for a thin breeze to pass between. Hinata had maintained contact with him as much as possible ever since her assessment, an indication his chakra was still permeating her senses. He didn't mind the closeness what so ever. She was like a cute Hina kitten brushing against him any chance she got, reaching for his hand, and cuddling close to him. Even at breakfast, while they sat at the table eating, she'd ran her dainty little foot along his leg before twining one between hers. The blonde had been half tempted to toss the table aside, strip them both and let her twine her legs higher up his body. He hadn't lied last night. He found her reaction to his chakra sexually arousing and her desire to spend ever moment she could in close proximity to it just as lust inducing.

This new component had his whole hearted approval.

"Guess Sasuke's back," he commented, watching as she wiped her wet hands on the apron tied around her waist.

He closed the cabinet then turned back to her, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Good thing he slept outside last night, huh?"

He was kinda glad Sasuke hadn't been home either. The things she'd done to him last night...what red blooded man could keep his mouth closed with the mouth of a goddess latched onto their cock? Or having said goddess rinding atop them with the most sensual rolls of her hips and the wettest, tightest grip known to man?

Certainly not him. Even now, desire churned in his gut.

Crimson painted her cheeks.

"N-Naruto-kun!" she admonished, bringing both hands to her flaming face, scandalized and embarrassed, "don't say things like that. W-what if Sasuke-san hears you."

He chuckled.

"He'd know we had sex last night."

She slapped both hands over his mouth, her eyes wide, face cherry red.

"N-Naruto-kun!"

He laughed behind her little hands. She gave him a chastising, slightly panicked look while she waited for his shoulders to stop shaking before she spoke.

"Do you promise you'll...behave?"

"Mephs."

"R-Really?"

"Mo."

"Naruto-kun!"

He laughed even harder then kissed her hands before sliding them from his reckless mouth.

"I'm kidding, I'll behave," he promise before winding an arm around his hot faced, pouting goddess.

Movement captured both their attention.

"Hey Sasuke," the amused blonde greeted as his friend entered the kitchen.

"G-Good morning, Sasuke-san," his wife-to-be welcomed, though his poor woman was unable to look the dark haired man in the face, "w-would you like breakfast?"