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He was back, and he was hers. They truly were official, and Mei couldn’t believe that in all these years their love has been alive. How it would continue to expand in their home and through their very beings of their children, eventually. And it was in his vow that Mei knew that love has never went away. It is said actions speak louder than words, though, it does the heart well to hear that adoration, that claim, to know that she belonged all to him. And nothing could dare come in between them like this.

“I love you, Naruto.” She holds his face close to her bosom, where her heart matched to his. “I fell in love with this face the moment you first came to my doorstep. From the moment I met you, I just knew you’d already meant so much to me.” Fate had already decreed them for each other, it was only a matter of years for their paths to align to their goals for the next wonderful years they’ll have together now. <3

She kisses his forehead, and she couldn’t wait to see where else their once again crossed paths would lead them.

Naruto slowed his breathing as it all came to a calm - like the tide calming after a storm passed. He grunts momentarily as she states his name. He fluttered his eyes open before staring at her as she called for him to come back to her. That voice could wake the gods from their sleep if she so wished. Naruto tilts his head as she kissed him before expressing that they had done it. "Hah." It was less a word and more of a sound that came from his lips. He had achieved one big goal of his - though he wasn't sure he would have worded the goal in any way. "That...that we did. I guess we're official now." He knew they had been official from the moment he returned - though they had just needed to say it. He simply tried to interject some humor into the moment. Naruto brought both hands across her body in gentle caresses of his own. She was his world and he suspected he was hers - unsaid with voice but spoken through their eyes. He then properly rested his head down against her chest and let out a content sigh. "I love you, Mei-hime." A three word phrase that could and would shake the world in the years to come.

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!! A silent shriek through her widened eyes–she was at a loss of words for what came–not even the Mizukage herself could have been prepared to carry so much royal seed. Bountiful in its harvest, it trickles like a garden in the sheets of their love nest. And she was the blossom overflowing with rainfall; albeit well fertilized with the Uzumaki vitality. It was undeniable that she would be blessed with a child very soon, though, they were more than welcome to try as many times as desired even if siring said heir, was a success.

“Naruto-” She gulps, then gasps trying to welcome back the air they both shared. Her eyes finally blink, several times over to make up for all the twitching her body had done prior, before her lidded hues sigh contently at the warmth from within her coursing through her every fiber of being. Welcoming as her womb was, it was inevitable that Naruto’s seed wouldn’t be encapsulated all in one session–but a greater hint that he still had so much young Uzumaki’s to still give her–in due nights as nature would intend. Patience, those little ones~

She outlines his wet face, her dewdrop digits caressing the slick strands behind his ear, the moist of his brows. “Darling...” She notes of his own heart racing, her brows knitting at the exertion the bijuu’s influence had on his body. Of course he’ll need his time to recover. Her heart was lovingly selfish, and she wanted her husband here to bear witness to the world they’ll be expanding soon. “Naruto, come back to me...” Soothing little whisper, gentle like the wind, and her hands continue to comb through the weight of his head, wanting his descent from heaven to be a gentle landing again.

And when his eyes lock with hers again, and when his body released him from his own pulses, she tilts her own head and welcomes him back with a gentle kiss.

It’s quiet. Suddenly, she heaves with lively laughter, a series of breathy giggles for what they’ve created together. “Darling, we did it.”

Naruto groaned and hissed in response to the pleasure spiking through him. He was not quite used to it, but he was adapting and becoming used to it quickly. Naruto's blue eyes screwed shut as he tried to hold on in willpower and mental mantras - he wanted it to be together when they would come undone. The young man feels her hands lock onto his body and he feels her dig deep - marking him as hers in one of many ways. He heaved and panted as she drawled out a response. His blood pumped, his heart raced, and his mind began to unravel in quick succession as her words repeated in his mind. It wasn't long before he groans out her name with a gutteral growl mixed in. He *yanks* her down atop him into his final thrusts. There is no escaping his grip as he finds orgasmic release in that very moment. The feeling of his cum rushing into her follows, but what comes next is perhaps a surprise. He has a lot to give. The double-edged sword of the Uzumaki vitality when it came to their vitality. It is enough to start staining their legs and the bed beneath - though in a slow trickle given how he has pushed both of them together. In the aftermath there is only his heaving chest and his racing pulse. No words were uttered or even needed. Nor were they any the wiser to a certain bijuu's influence in that critical moment. Even a demi-god wanted its jailer to have happiness.

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The way her body latches onto his is instinctual, her legs pushing him down to further move him in than what he already was. Her eyes roll back into a closing, knitted brows hinting at getting used to just how big he is. She knew what to expect, but by god, she felt so full already. Taking in air through her teeth, she huffs it all out in a hearty breath, then, several more as he begins thrusting into her gently. Her nails squeeze at the sheets beneath her, he was so fast she didn’t have time to fix them just where she would have liked to and as he looked at her from above, she was able to fixate her own attention back to him. Her sweating hands lock onto his neck, spreading to his chest, before molding her body to his and her hands onto his shoulders.

Naruto will come out of this scathed with her love marks after tonight.

She’d be lying if she didn’t enjoy being caught off guard – there was so much she’d seen, knew, and to be at the piqued curiosity end of Naruto’s tactics was one she wouldn’t want to miss. So, she intends to keep her eyes on him as much as she could. They’re generous with admiring his chiseled form, the sweat, or drool, that drizzles down his jaw. He keeps this up, and she’ll want the night to last forever.

“Yours, only yours.” She drawls out, and as their heats enjoy the sensation of each other, she lightly bounces in place, encouraging him to go as wild as he’d love to. Skin that gently slaps together through their frantic dance, it quickens steadily in their current motion. With her legs bound to him as they were, he has nowhere to escape. And her nails begin hooking into his blades, no space is left empty between the two.

She was ready to carry a world for him.

Naruto exhaled between repetitive groans and faint growls as she continued. He continues to run fingers through her hair, but there was a small feeling of his callouses as his fingers touch her scalp. He holds out, but then she speaks those words. She wanted him inside of her and his breath hitched. Oh how he COULD have lost himself there, but he had a strong will. She climbs atop him and he watches with interest. She is above him and teasing him. She is moving against and above him. She looks to him with those eyes of hers. Blue eyes narrow and his lips quirk. He can only take so much movement and teasing - so he acts. There's a spin and she is now the one on her back. Naruto is above her - though now firmly between her legs. "Mine." came a feral possessive word from his lips. It was affirmation that they belonged only to one another. He angled his hips and pushed forward. A hiss fell from his lips as he felt his cock slide against her and then inside of her. A feeling that he was only ever going to have with her. He gives her a moment to get used to his size. He needs a moment to get used to her. A moment that he begins to break with slow and gentle thrusts. Naruto stares down at her with love and desire both in equal shares. He brings her legs around his waist - urging her to trap him there.

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There is nothing more beautiful than the gentlemanly gestures of an avid listener, of sonnets of a man expressing his devotion to his one and only, but even more the cries of a man when he has no words only a melting puddle of moans. There is no truer compliment than having her ears sang to by Naruto’s groans, letting her realize just how well she’s pleasing him. Her tongue flickers at his head while containing him in the vessel of her moist orifice, guiding him down the ridges of her roof and enveloping his twitching length so as to reassure him.

And his own digits reassure her, dancing the trails of her strands, sending coolness to her simmer. It’s when they lock eyes again that she can hear those words through them, i love you. It’s heavenly to adore on that angelic expression that resisted back from where she was kneeling, and she was ready to release him from that caged prison that restricted him from going fully unleashed.

“Not yet, baby. I want you to finish in me.” She breathes with the only air she has left, gasping at how close he was, the twitching inside her letting her realize how fast she’d been going. With a pop, she heaves, crawling towards him, her hands clawing at his chest as she prepares herself against him. She had edged him in the best way possible, though no Uzumaki seed will be spilled to waste. It certainly would have made for a wonderful mess to coat atop her body, her lips, her pretty little face. But there are many, many more days for that.

Her mouth breathes, bracing for the contrast of her heat against his already cooling manhood. Her other plush lips, begin grazing her folds against it, almost teasingly, wanting to see how far Naruto would go with his caged predatorial desires. She knew well where he belongs, inside, and yet, she indulges her labia in grinding against his slicked throb.

She looks at him with wanting, desperation - a hint of excited fear for what’s to come.

Naruto shuddered from how her lips treated him to soft rewards for his devotion and his dedication. Naruto's blue eyes watched her as she spoke and moved. A grin and then her teeth touched his abdomen - where the masterwork of a seal laid. A seal that allowed him and yet cursed him to be a jinchuriki. She takes him with her mouth and he lets out the loudest groan a man can make. He is treated to her quickening the pace and bobbing her head. He is certain he went to heaven and she was the angel of his dreams. "Fuck!" He exclaimed in pleasure as she worked with an expertise Naruto loved. Naruto raised a hand to her head and brushed hair back from her face. His touch was cool like the sea compared to the warm air between them. It was almost icy compared to the heat rising. He grunts and heaves with a heavy breath. He looked at her with adoration and desire - innocent adoration mixed with predatorial desire. Naruto then eyes the rest of her as ideas formulate. He had done his research and studies of his clan's culture. The ideas that stemmed from them could be discussed, but he certainly felt himself throb because of them. Though he began to furrow his brows. His breathing hitched. He wasn't going to last much longer for their first time. This was likely to not be a surprise, but what would be was his stamina after the fact. He was, after all, an Uzumaki.

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She doesn’t intend to stop her feverish kisses of before, her plump lips were already making headway from his upper to his lower half, and Naruto gladly aided with that process. “What a clever man you’ve become...” Still, it was rather appropriate to hear, and she can’t hide the grin that pauses her actions for a moment. Teeth against his abdomen, salivating with a hunger appropriate of her own sights. “...and, so big....” Muses that were intended to just her thoughts, they finish the rest of her process, admiring his manhood with bated breath. It twitches with the coolness around, and if Mei hadn’t known any better was in need of her heated services.

Many a men and onlookers had much to guess and rumor of her mouth, is she really as hot as her kekkei genkai? Only Naruto would live to tell that tale, but even a gentleman like himself wouldn’t kiss and tell. It is thanks to his possessiveness, that all of her body before him was only his for the taking. It burns, the contrast of the cool air to the wetness of her lips enveloping around his head. Perhaps a warning was in due.

She can’t help it, she had already known Naruto would grow up to be such a handsome husband one day, but to have him as hers? It was this same reality that made Mei dangerously possessive, finally have found someone so precious in her life. Her mouth intends to leave him with her own love marks, even if only for his eyes and hers. The room becomes hotter, and the area between them becomes humid, sweaty, sticky. Mei quickens her pace as she takes more of him into her mouth, her head bobbing with a patterned precision. Her hair strands stick to her face, and her moistened breasts ensure that the rest of him is warm, hugged nicely at the base of his groin. Entrapped in her this way, she flickers her lashes at him, wanting to see every writhe and crease of his movements. She doesn’t want to miss the beautiful face of his when he comes.

Through her experienced movement and sensual position, there’s an innocent want in her eyes to please, to satisfy, all the same as he’d once done to her. This was more than just sex, it was love, and it surpassed even their spoken language as to how much they need each other.

Naruto's sea blue eyes wandered her frame and memorized every inch of her. Every scar, every imperfection, and the perfection he enjoyed about her. He was truly an enamored man when it came to her. He sucked in a breath as he felt her fingers touch over parts of him. He knew she saw the hole-like scar over his chest - a reminder of a failure that ran deep. Yet she moans as he possesses her - makes her his in ways that most men would die to do. He was gripped closer and he growled against her. A growl as deep as the earth that Mei's lava came from. He was an animal in human skin, but one tamed by the woman above him. Her lips claim his face, his chest, neck, and more. She is pouring love onto him and he welcomes it while knowing the depths of it. Naruto exhaled an exasperated breath as impatience began to build. There would be days where it would get the better of him. He moved a hand and clung to her like his life needed it. "Here. Let me..." he trailed off. It was clear the young man paused his thoughts to figure how he would talk to her. "...free something for your mouth." Oh even the great fox within him raised a brow at that. He grimaced afterwards - clearly thinking that might not have landed. Still, he wiggles a bit and pulls down his pants and boxers both. He now frees his manhood to the cool air of the room. A throbbing rod that she could now feel against her body. Now a tinge of embarrassment colored his cheeks. He was certainly never thinking he'd get this far in reality.

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Leaving a lady alone with her desires is a dangerous thing to do; Mei Terumi had been left longing for many years for the touch of a man, but from one reciprocating of the same love she had for a man, it made it all worth the wait. Naruto couldn’t have come into her life at a far better time. He is a man she fell hard for, had the honor to watch grow into his own man, and she’d reign all hell lose if it’s not him. Yet, her heart is certain of his own unconditional love, and she’s ready to go as far as her body allows her. To create life together.

Her body is littered with her own scars, her own years of being a kunoichi especially in Kiri as a consequence. Though concentrated on certain parts, they've healed since. Regardless, she is all the more beautiful with her own stories to tell her growing family one day. Her azure optics marvel at what she can finally see. A roughed diamond, but even more beautiful with that spoken rarity. It was his very same scars that only made her want him more. Protect, worship, love more. Her hands often had the privilege of touching him; now that he was of age, she wasted no second in tracing her fingers to where the eyes couldn’t before. They crawl over the hole scar of his chest, and allowing her fingers to dance once more, to where her eyes guided, the art on his body, the handsome canvas. Naruto was a walking masterpiece. She would have to ask him about his inks once they’re through their carnal hunger.

She moans as his lips go from soft to possessive, her fingers bunching into a fist as she’s liberal with her breathing, even using her free hand to comb through his curls, before bunching them up behind his nape to mimic his biting, gripping him closer more than what he already was buried into her girls. Not only did Naruto come back with so much training, but this had been years of his own love repressed watching her grow as well.

Not anymore. No more waiting.

When they locked eyes again, her hands ease, quivering with anticipation. Her name is whispered, like a holy prayer, and when his eyes linger like that, she swears she was ready to be worshipped and devoured all the same by those goddess honoring lips. What are they waiting for?

It’s sudden, like a crash, the way her nails claw into his shoulders, pulling his weight to her, her lips feverish to kiss at his face and anywhere but it, his toned chest, his ribs, back at his neck, but she doesn’t stop. After all those years of waiting, she doesn’t intend to stop with her own desire, and she knows Naruto’s movements are just as fast, calculated, impulsive, just the way she would have wanted it. Just the way his eyes had spoken it already.

Those thoughts had telepathically transpired through their being, and their every fibre of want for each other, to become undone. Naruto, Naruto....Naruto!!!

Naruto exhaled against her as she allows him to rest against her, but their shared passion is just beginning. She murmurs his name and he leans back to watch her disrobe. It causes him to stir in many ways, but he avoids his desire for impatience. He wants to watch and see all of her. Now he was on his back and he was staring up at her. She was atop him and pressing her bosom to his face. He could die a happy man with just these things, but the night was just beginning. Naruto raises his hands to undo bindings and ties that keep his clothes together. A little wiggle and he was soon shirtless with her. Perhaps typical was the appearance of a trained body - muscles that showed how physical his training had been. He was not some musclebound brute like some sought to be. He was Uzumaki elegance combined with the rugged nature of Kiri - though "stained" by his scars. The most apparent scar was the lightning-made "hole" scar over his chest. Ink also touched his arms. A pattern of ink on both arms that told stories in their own ways. There were rumors and legends long lost that the Uzumaki Clan had developed a deep culture given their isolated nature. A culture that seemed to be slowly returning to the front with their new Lord. Naruto then moved to begin planting soft kisses to her breasts. They were like feathers touching her skin. However, Naruto quickly moved from feathery soft touches to marking her breasts with love-bites. An easy thing to hide. His hands roamed her body slowly and with purpose. He was memorizing all that was his. He does cease his actions on her chest to pull his head back. His eyes find hers and there's still love in his eyes, but also desire. Desire that was as deep as the seas that surrounded Kiri. "Mei-hime." A nickname for her. A calling that was his to say to her and only his. Anyone else calling her that might find claws at their throat. He was testing to see if she'd like it or feel the same as his thoughts echoed.

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She has charted a map on his body-and she intended to explore those uncharted places-and seize beyond where her nails had traced. Her heart drums loud drowning her thoughts, and Naruto’s little noise becomes a bated breath in her ears. It is his in-love smile and heat that pulls them towards that kiss of mutual understanding. Naruto would soon chart his own course and create a new world from within her.

“Mm!-” Locked into his mouth she would sound like a broken record over the marvel that was his strength and his passion to make her feel like she’s afloat into heaven, even on earth. She catches her breath, as he does so into the love nest of her breasts. It’s impossible to calm her heart, but she knows that her darling Naruto is following so closely along, their raising becoming gentler to the awareness of bringing him back. Back to her.

“Naruto...” It is done so gently, a huge part of her does not intend to ruin his focus for what his body plans to do next. Her own body knows she needs the feral still contained within the two to come undone. Right where she’s seated on his laps, Mei begins disrobing the lace behind her. Gravity is generous and tugs down on her dress that hid even plusher breasts, breathing out further till they’re back against his chin.

An itch left unscratched; her increasing libido moves her to shift atop him, dancing on his manhood, manicured nails that gain even further strength of their own to sprawl him on their bed. Crawling her body atop him, it demands to be seen. And like this, she’s able to present herself even further, feed him further. And like this, she’s able to motion her bosom containing her heart against his lips.

“Can you feel her? How much she needs this?”

Naruto exhaled as she expressed she was proud of him - more than proud. He was going to protest that he had surpassed others, but he stopped himself as she combed hair from his face. She spoke of him with passion and love that he had never really experienced in his life. My man. Naruto bristled with excitement at being called Mei's man like that. She traced hearts all over his arm and he smiled at it. "Ah." he sounds out as she speaks of cherubic boys. Their boys. She turns his chair proper to face her and he blinks. His ears burn as she continues to speak - though it soon enough leads to another kiss. Another gentle kiss between sworn lovers. He leans into it and smiles against her lips. He touches a hand to her leg before he is breaking the kiss. His forehead touches hers before he draws back. Not a word was said as he then moved to pick her up. The broad-shouldered warrior was hoisting his lady love up against him. Hands firmly digging into legs and butt both as he stood up. He knew she'd wrap herself around him in the moments that followed.

Firm footsteps took them from living room to a hallway and then a sliding door opened to a bedroom. A lavish bedroom fit for a noble lord and his lady - crimson and gold tapestries, darker red sheets with faint Uzumaki swirls, and dim light from the moon shining in. There was an attached bedroom and access to a backyard. However, Naruto then spun them around as he sat down on the edge of the bed. She was seated on his lap and his face was nestled against her chest - towards her breasts even.

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The future of Kirigakure had already been laid out for Naruto, which was all his for the taking when he was ready. There was humility in him stepping aside until appointed. Mei Terumi would not select any other successor than the one before her. He will know when the time comes, even if she personally felt he could at any time. She already believed in him that very much.

And if in training he needs to go through for the nobility, there was the loving duty to wed her. To dominate. To bed her.

“I am more than proud baby. You’ve surpassed so many other jounin, sannin, other jinchuriki too I bet~” She combs through his hair, getting a better look at his darling visage. The ferocity of him digging into her meal, there was no love language like food. Her bosom swells at the honor of his feast, so much passion set aside for her meal to him. The same passion he held out for her in his every waking day. “There is no other place I’d rather be right now. I am with the boy who loves me so much, the man who’s done more than protect me, my man whom I love so much.” By this point, she had finished dining, at least what her mouth had her fill in. The rest of her moving lips had been dedicated to Naruto, and there was still so much she yearned with him with them.

“It’ll be you who continues to bring Kirigakure anew. I’ll be the luckier to witness that, and all by your side.” Her manicured fingers create a map on his arm, and her tracing makes hearts at each marked scar. “Between all that’ll need attending, I’ll need at least more than one Uzumaki to keep me company; whenever I feel lonely, I’ll have you through those cherubic little boys...” Her brows knit at her heart dreaming at the idea they both already had in mind. Her own insinuations bordered into invitation, and one that opened the gates to leading the humble soul before her to the beat of their hearts.

“There is no age in order for one to be whatever their heart desires. Only for you to take that first step into the deep end of that pool.” Her grip latches at the bottom of his seat, sudden strength that swivels him to completely face her. “And then again, it is better to enter that pool with another.” Past her own insinuation that could double as a life lesson lies a princess who had one very important duty tonight, a first to teach her own Mizukage in training. There was still one more training that would come in handy, and perhaps, in several more occasions for what they’ve intended of their growing clan.

She’s made home into his laps once more, and through her ferity, her body wills her to a gentle kiss on his lips.

He smiled at her all while staying close to see her cook - though she soon finishes and the plates are set. She takes a look at the swords and he watches her for her reaction. "Ah. The Kyuubi says I don't have eternal, but to most other shinobi? It's likely...an ocean. A vast ocean. Between being a jinchuriki and an Uzumaki." He then slowly moved to take a seat at the table. "Ah. Both and then some. I wanted to show you one of my skills, but I also wanted to get to this home. To...my new life here now that I'm eighteen." It meant many things for him now. One of the major things was that he could be with Mei without judgement--without worry. He let the food cool down before glancing to her. He smiled knowing she was proud of him. "You being proud of me is one of the many things I want when it comes to you." He kept it vague, but it was quite clear that his mind wandered. He clears his throat and began to eat - clearly enjoying the meal she made. Canines that could rip through armor barely peeked out as he ate. He was the fox in human flesh - that much he remembered being called while growing up. "I used to profess and proclaim that I'd be the greatest Hokage that there ever was. When I was...younger and in a worse place." A chuckle follows as he swallows some of his food. "Now? Now I want to eventually be the greatest Mizukage. Though I'll only come for that role after I'm older. More experienced." He knew he wasn't ready for it yet. "But by that time? My clan should be more than just me." A tinge of red touches his cheeks as he glances aside. He wasn't sure if such an insinuation was proper before Mei. There was still little shreds of the shy soul in him with her.

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Mei would grin at his own jest; the little humorous antics ran in each of her men a plenty. As she prepared the spread as he spoke, her hands would move carefully, she was a natural at her talent that she could be cutting and still keep her eye contact on Naruto. Placing the plates in front of him, she shortly accompanies by his side, taking her own gander at the swords that rested nearby. “They are true representations of their namesake.” Beautiful, it oddly matched their energies. And at his disposal, it sure had shown Naruto’s true calling of collecting the swords that were meant for him. “Eternal chakra, you have much of that. It’s like they were waiting for you.”

The Red Flash of the Mist would become his new nickname. At his exceptional rate, Naruto would be known by so many more, his prowess was infinite, and it was far from finished. “Is that why you showed off your teleport skills first thing? Or were you missing home just as much?”

Another little tease, but it greatly surprised Mei just how much Naruto had in his arsenal. She was no doubt the most protected Kage, not even the Hokage had this much defense with her million men army. No, seriously, their enemies, beware.

“Your promise, it continues to follow you even through all these years.” And in her calm, she softens, turning her knees to him. “You’ve been gifted with such a power that you made it all your own. I could not be any prouder, Naruto darling.”

Naruto was taking after all who had taught him and the inherent legacy he bore on his shoulders. A young man with an aptitude for cunning tactics. He did smile at the compliment while she spoke of how he was two steps. He was many steps ahead, but he'd keep that close to the vest for now. He was ushered to the kitchen where she would show what she set out. "Ah, yes. I mostly spent it training. I wanted to be big and strong." He half-jested. Physical training helped him a lot, but it wasn't all he did. He trained to master the power of the Kyuubi. He trained to further the craft of seals that his clan was known for. He even mastered his father's trademark techniques. "Ah. The swords." He glanced way over to where they are. "They are called, funny enough, Sun and Moon. Blades of my clan. I found them in the ruins. The...villages that attacked Uzushio didn't get everything." He looked back to her. "Twin katanas that were made with a special ore that's far more receptive to chakra and thus elemental affinity." Naruto had found his swords - making it clear which path he seemed to be leaning towards. "I uh...I also mastered my father's technique in a way that goes beyond the kunai he was known for. Given my chakra pool is vast." That was an understatement. "I can...teleport around and to greater distances. Truly a *red* flash across the battlefield if needed." The Red Flash of the Mist was a good calling if he wanted.

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She would give up her air if it meant being close to his. In his home, she knew she would have plenty of time to drown herself in his oxygen and come back alive with it the very same. And the excitement of his eyes only encouraged her the same notion: that waiting makes the heart fonder.

They were both in sync, in each other’s eyes, they were already devouring each other. The bed would have to be a very sturdy one for the gaze these two had to hint. All the gifts she could ask for, she already had the most beautiful set of gems in his eyes. That isn’t to say she doesn’t appreciate all the more devotion Naruto has in store for her and her body. “Two steps ahead of the game.” His thoughtful planning, it reminded her so kindly of Akawarai. Naruto has truly learned a lot from both of his tutelages, and it continued to show.

But the body had so much to still complete for its day, and she had yet to finish dinner! How could she forget? “Come my darling, to the kitchen we go.” Mei releases him from her love prison, her dainty hands leading him to where all the ingredients had been set out. Through mixing a couple of things together, being in his focus helped her stay in her own. “Surely away from your own free time you’ve spent it a lot more in training.” Her hand hints at his chiseled arms. “Pray tell, what else do you have to share for me?”

Lady Terumi and Naruto would continue to catch up for as long as he’d been gone. And no matter how many hours would go by, in the little corner of the world where she and Naruto reigned, life continued again. For she will never be alone again. And in his nights, she will be the moon that will always shine his way back home whenever he goes too far again.

They melded together like they belonged together. His frame met hers as if they completed a puzzle. Naruto watched her as the kiss broke and his breathing ramped up. He was excited to say the least, but even he needed to contain it. Even as she settled nicely to his grip and to his touch he breathed slowly and relaxed. He needed to rein himself in and he did. His eyes sought hers out. "As...as much as I want to do things to you, Mei-hime? We should eat. We should...catch up and talk. Besides, a bed will be far more comfortable for what I want to do." Reasonable, but it also showed where his mind was going. He does however smile. "...and come the next few weeks, I will have gifts for you. Uzumaki gifts." No doubt things to bear or wear - such was the nature of gifts. The glint of an animal in his eyes likely gave it away - they were going to be possessive gifts no doubt about it. "But ah...I will need to space them out. No doubt to...look proper." Proper. He thought strategically for their sake. The Mizukage lavished in gifts was one thing, but themed gifts and within rapid succession? It would look too suspicious and unkind - like she was using Naruto. Naruto knew they had to take their devotion carefully in publicly. The Lord Uzumaki would court the Mizukage properly and fairly. As she deserved, but privately? He knew it would be a whole other story. Hands tearing clothes, canines leaving marks, and fingernails leaving moon-shaped indents across backs. All very soon no doubt.

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lack of interaction ≠ lack of interest. sometimes, life gets in the way, or my muse doesn't cooperate with me the way i want, or i'm simply too anxious to take the first step. but just because we currently don't have any interactions going, doesn't mean that i'm not interested in writing with you and your muse(s). maybe the perfect opportunity hasn't presented itself yet, or i couldn't think of a good enough plot but that never ever has anything to do with you. after all, we're mutuals for a reason and that's usually because i enjoy seeing you on my dash and would love to write with you ― whenever that may happen.

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Mei Terumi was a woman with an exceptional amount of love to share. Her body moved to its own whims, and it sought the carnal desire of those she set her eyes on. And for how much of an animal she had within herself of her libido, she knew very well that there was always a right time and place for everything. Her body, her temple, would come to be worshipped when he was ready.

She leans back after realizing she hasn’t been breathing, lost in the sun-kissed frame beneath her, flushed and pooled with the marks of her own territory: red smears that coated his lips, his face. Her nails that rippled in the creases of his attire. The scent of her on him. The taste of her in his mouth.

She grinds gently, licking at the feint taste of blood of her lips. Marvelous, the restraint of her own man to not have gone further. Someone had to be the stronger one of them two, and she’s certainly thankful it was her vowful protector who continued to prove true to his word.

And once she’s settled in her rump nicely in his hand grip, she breathes once more. Safe in his hands, his hold, his scent. She marvels at the beauty of her fox, her sun, her fiery firestorm.

“Beautiful....” His devotion makes her fall in love all over and over. And her heart intends to fall in love all over again like it’s the first time.

There was no other devotion like the one Naruto has.

Naruto is certainly in heaven as she slips into his lap easily and tells him that she was all his. This beautiful woman who had saved him and helped him rise to what he was now. She was here saying she was his. The effect was chiefly felt between his legs, but Naruto had the restraint and gentleness to not take full and rapid advantage of that. The kiss deepens and her hands trail his body. He was currently hating the flak jacket on him, but he couldn't just do away with it yet. However, her fingers would find purchase on his skin - he wore a sleeveless undershirt that allowed her to touch up his arms. Scar-dotted arms that had bulked up through years of training.

Olive-colored fingers grazed her body during the kiss as claws traced her clothes. He wanted to, in a moment of ferocity and need, do more than touch her. Yet it was restraint he showed as his canines nipped at her lower lip for just a brief moment. He broke the kiss as to not get lost in it. His claws dig in as his hands grab hold of her ass. A firm and possessive grip - a territorial grip that threatens to leave a mark. Flame-kissed hair shadowed his face as he tilts his head and brushes his nose to her jaw and cheek. An animal's trait shown in private to her now.

Her fox. Her sun. Her firestorm.

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Everything they both ever needed was right there in front of them. And Naruto wasn’t wrong, ever since the Uzumaki’s making permanent home in Kiri and with that news spreading like wildfire her own reputation in housing him made her an even bigger target. For good reason, it was for the better she never even knows the names of those safekeeping the rest of his belongings, let alone never know where they were to be hidden. For Naruto’s safety as well. But of course, she had nothing to worry about here with his reassurance.

Then, there was the other matters of Akawarai’s warnings of long ago. His last council, she remembers this conversation too well. The day she realized how much she loved Naruto, and in more ways than one. Naruto had gotten so strong not just for his sake, but for the reality that in their future, he’ll be protecting more than one princess. They wouldn’t dare hurt this family if they know what’s good for them.

Naruto’s reputation precedes him. Surely his return turned many a tail now that he was not the same boy as before. A legendary man who only continues to get stronger.

She was ready to continuously feed him with her love for as long as they could. And Naruto was her man in need of feeding. “Let your hands touch, it’s all yours...” She smiles, proud of his resilience against others. There was no one’s love as big as hers, and she’s come to know this a long time ago.

And like that, she was lulled in his lips. She gasps, deepening the kiss in her throne where she sat, her hands speaking for her lips, kissing atop his mane, his shoulders, him. And the moon loved the warmth of her sun.

He watches her like he was interested in seeing what she might do. He smiled at her as she finally speaks while in the kitchen. He moved one of his hands over the other while listening. "Ah, the rest are...in other hands that aren't so convinced to hand it over. Even with Jiraiya at my side." He shrugged. "...and I won't ask you for your help. Rather not cause international incidents." Vague but it made it clear that the remaining items were spread across the greater villages. Uzushio, the once fortunate home of the Uzumaki Clan, had been ransacked generations ago during the attack to wipe out the famed clan. Kiri, Kumo, and Iwa had taken what they could during darker days and earlier generations. So it was no surprise Naruto had trouble getting back what was rightfully his. He then exhaled as they began to talk about Akawarai. "Stubborn and firm, but with a good heart. He...is part of why I am so dedicated to your safety. He told me that if my feelings for you ever bore fruit--his word choice--that it would put a big target on your back. A very big target." Anyone who got close to the last living Uzumaki would be seen as a threat to those who feared the clan to this day. "So. I got stronger so that my enemies--be it known or unknown--would dread targeting you." Naruto's ears and cheeks burned at the teasing. "Be selfish. I want to be selfish too. I...ah...Jiraiya tried throwing me towards other women. But I selfishly only want you." He would cut down the very moon in the sky if it meant having her in his life. He would challenge the world for her and her alone.

Naruto got emboldened by the fact he was of proper age now. There was also the fact she sought to be close as well. His hands found her body once more in respectful fashion, but his lips pressed to hers. His repeated profession of devotion and affection now repeated through action. He *plopped* down into a chair and pulled her with him during this. A princess seated on the lap of her prince. The sun holding his moon.

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The Uzumaki Compound, it was beautiful, homey, everything befitting royalty like them. A world they can call their own. Specially, Naruto, who was robbed of his own. Akawarai’s name will never be forgotten in these forged walls, her hands trace a pathway whenever Naruto leads. He had prepared them ahead of time, and she intends to life her life to the fullest for each of their sake. She marveled at the decors; the respect given to the Uzumaki name. All of his lost belongings he could finally hold when he couldn’t. The walls bare, but pages ready to be written with the next chapter of their lives. A bachelor pad that, if left in the hands of her feminine touch could easily turn the whole setting into the home of a well-lived family. The home of a well-loved man and woman in perfect partnership.

With the two of them standing together in the shared space, it was officially home already~

Following his hums, she admires his cloak, it looked so much like his kyuubi, the elements of his pride spoke loudly in his attire. There was certainly a perfect place in this home to honor his garments. Her devotion hints through her digits feathering at the swords, only imagining how much Naruto carried through his journey in training. Atop what he already does of his history, Naruto had the world on his shoulders.

She twirls after her musings, and in a jiffy was at the kitchen ready to prepare some ingredients (so many selections to choose from!), her eye contact eased on her beloved to hear of his adventures. “It does my heart well to know you had some time for yourself.” She pauses in her actions, no surprise as she’s often distracted in the voice of his, their conversations were always her favorite part of her day. “I bet we can find some of those missing items if you so desired. From what it sounds though, you’ve found a good number of them.” In her imitation, she tilts her head to his head angle, resting her chin on her hand from the counter.

“Akawarai wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He was always stubborn that one, but for a good reason.” Her own lips pause, a gentle sigh, but one without regret. “Still, I thank him for it all the more. I wouldn’t have wanted him any other way.” In their reminiscing, she found herself once more at the chair adjacent to him, face to face with each other. She’d climb on him, now that she could.

“Mm, you already have been my dearest. The only man who could ever protect me.” She giggles, earnest as she meant that. His promise of long ago was already fortified the moment his devotion was laid onto her and only her. “Now that you’re here for good, I will be needing more of your protection, if that isn’t selfish of me to ask, darling.” A natural teasing, but secretly and not much so, which girl doesn’t like being treated like a princess?

The Uzumaki Compound was, in a funny stroke of chosen irony, constructed much like the Uchiha Compound from Konoha. A vast piece of Kiri turned into a district that would eventually bloom with new life. Akawarai had spared no expense much to the amusement and annoyance of his clan, but no protest had been offered. The main building - where Naruto had taken her - was almost befitting of a Prince. Finely carved wood and padding made for most of the house. Banners of the Uzumaki Clan - reforged by newer tailors - hung on the wall. The rest of the walls could be filled by the two of them together in time. Naruto pulled away from her so that she wasn't trapped by him - that was his excuse anyway. As he began to explore the living room and the attached kitchen he hummed. "Yeah, I'm certainly famished." spoke Naruto with a smile on his face. Mei would find the kitchen stocked with food recently - no doubt someone of Akawarai's clan fueling their former patriarch's prodigal pupil once they heard he was coming back. As Naruto traced his fingers along the surfaces of the walls and tables he finally removed the cloak. It was hung around a chair and thus freeing him of it. His body was covered much like one would expect a shinobi of the village. A black flak jacket, form-fitting pants, and the usual shoes. At his waist sat a pouch-burdened belt and the two swords he now carried with him. He carefully set the swords down onto a counter in the living room - stored there for now. "I did a lot of research while Jiraiya-sensei was busy doing...research for his book. He'd do that every new location we went to. Gave me time between lessons. I learned a lot about my clan and the area surrounding it. What it was like. Even found things I think lost or forgotten." He then tilts his head as he looks to her. "Akawarai-sensei did his own too. Things I think he kept from you until I was back." Naruto pursed his lips before smiling. "But that old man was always three steps ahead. Suppose that's why he made sure this place was built." It was to be a sanctuary for Naruto and Mei--their sanctuary. "Anyway, uh...it put me on a path of living up to this...clan of mine." He chuckled. "I know Akawarai-sensei also made sure my clan was now recognized as part of Kiri now. With one sole member." For now. "I wish I could have returned sooner, but I needed to complete my training. So I could live up to my promise of protecting you." He paused. "Still going to follow that promise. Just...now that I'm actually able to." The young man grinned - still very dedicated to that promise he made several years ago.