Naruto flushed again, before cleari

Naruto flushed again, before clearing his throat and trying once more. He even lowered the pitch of his voice to a slightly more masculine tone, as if to compensate for his earlier slip-up.

"Actually, I should probably get going now. My parents are expecting me-"

He was then rather abruptly interrupted by the distinct, sharp whirring of a blade thrown with swift power in his direction. Naruto clenched his teeth and his shut his eyes firmly as he felt the kunai sail over his shoulder at a dangerously close proximity. The blade sliced directly through the material of his own baggy jacket and was embedded firmly into the side of a tree, dragging his prone body with it.

Hinata stalked towards his vulnerable figure almost menacingly, her lips however, forming in an enticing smirk. She reached her hand out carefully her fingertips cupping his chin gently. Naruto found himself captivated by those enigmatic, alluring eyes, mere inches away from his own.

"I wasn't asking you," she whispered closely, her voice an intoxicating slither. He swore he could feel her teeth scrapping against the outer shell of his ear as she moved in further. "I was telling you."

Her lips then descended upon the corner of his neck, ravishing the tanned flesh. Naruto shuddered blissfully beneath her unexpected ministrations, too shocked to even question the young woman's actions. He could sense the heat of her body radiating against his own. Her hair was tickling his nose, the loose strands spilling over his naked collar bone. Her full, barely covered breasts were brushing against his chest as she continued to explore every trace of uncovered skin she could find with her lips. Her lithe fingers were working at the zipper of his jacket, as she seeked out more. Her touch burnt.

Naruto moaned lowly as he remained stuck between the solid, thick tree trunk, against which he had been pinned, and the supple, curvaceous figure of Hyuuga Hinata. He became well aware of his member prodding uncomfortably against the now rather restricting confines of his pants, as a result of her actions. Her warmth left him momentarily, as the heiress pulled away, before hastily removing her lavender jacket, leaving her in nothing more than her skimpy shorts and fishnet top. Hinata then straddled Naruto's waist, her long, lithe legs wrapping swiftly around his body. Shrugging his own jacket from off his shoulders, Naruto's arms surrounded her, his hands caressing wantonly at her bare back. He fell back into the tree, his head colliding against the bark with a dull thud. The impact did not bother Naruto, however. He was focused on the soft pair of lips massaging passionately against his own. Naruto returned the kiss fervently, his hands trailing over the kunoichi's toned body. It was still slick with sweat and practically glowing in the moonlight, accentuating its alluring shapes and contours.

Feeling something hard pressing against her stomach, Hinata ceased her actions, before looking coyly into Naruto's eyes. She smirked at the blond, a halo of dark locks surrounding her face. Grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling them down slowly, she revealed the sizable bulge in his boxer shorts.

"Well, it looks like you're all warmed up."

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"Naruto," Minato's concerned voice sounded from the other side of the table, as he watched his son fidget with his chopsticks, almost guiltily.

"H-hai, tou-chan?"

"You've barely touched your dinner, is something the matter?"

"Oh, no... I'm fine, 'ttebayo."

"What are those markings around your neck?"

Naruto had hoped that the high-collared shirt he'd slipped discreetly into upon arriving hope would have covered some of the suspicious looking marks he'd received earlier in the day. It did not appear to have worked.

"Oh these, uh... They're from training today. Heh, yeah. I uh, found myself a new sparring partner and they were really working me hard out there."

Well, at least what he'd said was half true.