Blonds Have More Fun by EroSlackerMicha

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Chapter 7

(Hyper-time)

Two Years Later. Two Hours in real time.

Ino balanced on her fingertips doing vertical pushups. Looking across the training dojo she watched Naruto doing the same, just with his thumbs. The two years of training thus far had seen changes in both. Now fifteen they both looked to be in peak physical condition, and Ino was finding it harder and harder to ignore the voice in the back of her head telling her to jump her husband.

He's not mine again…

YET!

But we promised the Hokage…and damn it, look at the sweat roll down…

Ino's mind argued, she watched the shirtless Naruto, whose eyes were closed. Maybe I shouldn't have given him his memories and just jumped him…

She mentally giggled at that, but with his memories, she found the past two years with him both wonderful and trying.

I WANT MY NARUTO-TIME DAMN IT! Ino mentally yelled. They'd shared a bed, but Naruto's iron will kept them from doing more than kissing and cuddling.

He promised the Hokage, and Naruto will twist himself inside out to keep a promise. Ino sighed. It was one of the things she loved about him.

But my fingers are getting tired and I'm really starting to hate cold showers so much. She mentally whined.

Naruto was now five foot eight. The fact there was no ramen in here had helped getting her to have him eat healthy. Mixed with the proper nutritional input and proper training Naruto finally filled out.

HA! Take that Jiraiya! Ino yelled in her mind. It didn't take a three- year training trip and another two years after of hard work.

Ino flipped to her feet finishing her set and went on to perform her stretches before going to the weight bench, her eyes drifting back to the young man she'd do anything for.

It's not fair. One moment we're fine, like old times, and then he puts up a barrier and acts…(sigh) acts like we're fifteen again. Damn it, the body is fifteen, but the mind is in its thirties… Even in her mind Ino wouldn't admit her real age, it was something Naruto always teased her about. When they became twenty-one, Naruto had laughed and the following year had gotten the same cake and told her she would always be twenty-one.

It was a touching thing he'd done every year they'd been together until his death.

Is that it? Till death do us part? He died… Ino put the weights back and sat up looking at Naruto as he'd gone from the pushups to squat thrusts.

Doesn't he want me anymore now that he died?

Ino shook her head. No. He's loving and tender. I'm just spazing out is all. But fear was creeping in and Ino wanted reassurance.

Sixteen. Just one more fucking year and your finely toned ass is mine Naruto. No running, I'm pushing the marriage contract and I WANT MY WEDDING NIGHT!

She watched him work out even more with a sigh as he mindlessly went from his squat thrusts to jumping jacks, then his morning jog.

"Your ass is mine Uzumaki." She muttered out loud knowing she couldn't use the Namikaze name. She swore she wanted to hit the old man for that. But until they were Jonin, he'd made them use a blood vow before entering the chamber.

Crafty old bastard. Ino thought none too kindly watching her man run the field. It was the size of running around Konoha, and they usually did ten laps before cooling down. For some reason, this morning, Ino felt like just watching her man.