Naruto panted, exhausted as he roll

Naruto panted, exhausted as he rolled onto his back. The bed sheets under him clung to his sweaty skin uncomfortably, but that did not take away from the blissful effects that afterglow brought to him after making love to his lovely, and shy, Hinata.

“Wow…!” he heaved, still panting.

He felt the careful movements of his wife shifting cautiously to press herself to his side, and place the palm of her hand on his chest, above his rapidly beating heart.

“Naruto-kun…?”

Naruto snaked his arm under her and pulled her to him greedily, holding her tightly, almost jealous of the bed sheets under her, which covered a greater area of her skin than him.

She was so beautiful… trying her hardest to suppress her own panting, as if in fear of disturbing him; she always touched him as if she could hardly believe he was there with her… loving her, admiring her, adoring her, holding her tightly. There was always that look of amazement in her flawless and warm lavender eyes that spoke volumes to him and made him feel almost insignificant. Though they had only been married for a year, he still wondered in amazement what it was she saw in him, or why she loved him so damn much, for that matter.

“Yeah…?” he replied, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat.

“Are you okay, Naruto-kun?” she asked quietly. If it weren’t for him holding her, and trapping her arms between their bodies, she’d be twiddling her fingers.

He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Never better!” he said, briefly brushing his lips against hers, making her eep quietly when their lips met. She nonetheless returned his affection, even if shyly.

He was really baffled at how shy she still acted around him. It was not the first time they had made love, and surely it was not going to be the last time, either. When she loved him, her touch was that of adoration, and almost hesitation. Although he knew she longed to touch him, love him, and hold him to her without reservations, there was that part of her that didn’t believe she should’ve been graced with his presence, as if she wasn’t good enough for him. Even when he asked her to marry him, the first words out of her mouth weren’t “Yes, Naruto-kun,” but “Are you sure?”

Naruto counted his blessings, nevertheless. Hinata had made great strides in overcoming her shyness around him, and everyone else for that matter. She had even stopped stuttering… for the most part, anyway. However, part of him reasoned that if Hinata wasn’t shy, then it wasn’t really Hinata. It was part of who she was… her trademark, and despite it all, one of the main things that drew him to her. She intrigued him. He wanted to know why all the mystery, and instead of looking at it as a burden, it was more of an adventure to discovering who she really was. Even if there were still parts of her he had yet to discover, what he felt for her, and what she made him feel were so profound that he had no problem making the choice to spend the rest of his life with her. It was even more delightful to know that she had made up her mind long ago, and also had no problem devoting herself to him. That was very much like her. Though quiet and reserved, she was stubborn, and set in her ways once she had her mind made up.