Eventually was a lot longer than I planned on it being. I apologize to anyone that was waiting on this, and I hope that you enjoy this chapter, too.

Also, someone asked about Bolt's whereabouts. Well, uh, by this point he's old enough to be left to his own devices for most of the day. Yeah, that sounds good.

Naruto looked down at the sheets of paper covering his desk. He had been hovering his pen over the same unmarked sheet for the last five minutes, too consumed with his thoughts to focus on it. It was a miracle he had managed to get any work at all done, but he still had a lot of work to do. Though he quite readily acknowledged this, he was quickly swept up into his private musings once more.

It was a Tuesday, and his heart was beating so heavily he could feel each pulse shake his entire body. He felt light because of the adrenaline that had been circulating his system ever since he entered his office. His thoughts were in disarray and he could feel himself shaking, but he was still focusing his attention to one spot: his unlocked door.

After the Tuesday last week, he dutifully worked until he was finally able to leave his office and return to his home, as drained as usual, though with a much lighter step than he could remember having. He was cheerfully greeted by his children as he entered his house, but his mind was focused solely on his wife cooking dinner in their kitchen while he entertained Bolt and Himawari. It wasn't until after they had all eaten that he got a chance to speak with her alone.

Like many things in his life, he went into the conversation with hardly a plan to speak of, but he definitely was not expecting how she responded to his prodding about their encounter earlier that day. Her face lit up in a bright blush and, though he could tell she was being somewhat coy, she admitted that it was an impulsive act on her part, and she could barely keep it together until she herself had returned home. They spent a lot of time that night talking, among other things…

Naruto shook his head, trying to disengage from those memories. They weren't exactly helping his current state. He instead thought back to the week that followed: things seemed to progress as he would usually expect, but as he left this morning, he could tell Hinata was thinking about that office triste, too, and got the impression she had something in mind for today, as well.

Thus, we return to Naruto in his office, completely disregarding his paperwork, each minute only compounding his anxiety and the pulse he could feel from his fingertips to his toes. So intent was his focus on the office door that his highly developed shinobi instincts failed to pick up on the intruder skulking through his office window. Naruto was positive his heart lept out of his chest once a pair of hands covered his eyes, but as the person leant into him, he quickly identified who the mysterious intruder was and rapidly settled down (though his anxiety did nothing but intensify).

"Guess who?" he heard a soft voice say, amidst stifled chuckles.

"Is there a reason you came in through my window, H-hinata?" Naruto responded, not proud of the way his voice shook. He quickly doubled down on his efforts to chill.

"Hmm, do I need a reason?" Naruto could hear her smile very plainly, but his focus was thrown off when she moved her chest forward, coming to rest with his head settled in between two very particular body parts. This wasn't an unfamiliar situation, but Naruto found himself rooted to his spot, unwilling to move even slightly. He no longer trusted himself or his body, and feared did not want to risk doing what he very desperately wanted to do. He was the Hokage, for Ōtsutsuki's sake! He had a standard of professionalism to maintain, and ravaging his wife on his desk was somewhat counterintuitive to that! But more pressing was the fact that the door was unlocked, and anybody could walk in at any moment.

He could think of few moments in his life more mortifying than Shizune's unwelcome interruption last week.

So Naruto sat there, shock-stiff, as his wife removed her hands and held them above his head, for some reason. He then heard a familiar noise, but his focus was so disjointed he couldn't grasp the implications of that- until, that is, his wife strolled into view while still trapping his head in her- uh, feminine features.

"W- uh, shadow clone?" was the most articulate question Naruto managed to get out, but it sufficed all the same. The apparent clone smiled at him as she moved over to his office door and locked it with a very audible click. Naruto gulped.

"Well, yes," the Hinata behind him affirmed, "I've always rather enjoyed it when you pull this trick, so I figured I should try to return the favor." Somehow, other-Hinata's smirk became even more predatory at that, and she returned to where Naruto was seated- or more accurately, gripped his arms, before sliding into his lap.

At this point, the best Naruto could manage was a choking noise, before he was thrust into the terrible paradise that was being surrounded in soft lady-flesh. The Hinata in his lap shifted in her seat and pressed against his chest, bringing her lips to his neck and oh-so-gently kissed him there. The Hinata behind him moved forward even further settling her head on top of his, while running her hands down his arms.

It was a supreme exercise of his willpower to not let go at that moment, and he was questioning if it was even worth it. The door was locked, right? His wife very obviously wanted this, and so did he, possibly even more than her. Her scent completely surrounded him, and he was aware of a pair of hands traveling over his stomach while a different pair wrapped around his neck. Unwilling to be a passive participant any longer, Naruto started by snaking his arm around lap-Hinata's waist and bringing his lips crashing against hers.

Intent on becoming the dominant party in this, despite being outnumbered, Naruto set about overwhelming his current target with all the force he could muster, not that she seemed to mind. He rapidly took control in their kiss and pulled her even closer to him, before disengaging and lowering his head to suck on her neck, drinking in her soft gasps. He quickly became aware of the other Hinata, however, when she began to nibble on his ear. He responded by twisting in his seat, hooking his other arm around her shoulders, and descending (ascending?) upon her fresh and unconquered lipscape.

Naruto was operating deep in uncharted territory in his efforts to deal with two (one?) women simultaneously, but he was nothing if not pragmatic and capable at improvisation. He was sure to entertain who he THOUGHT was the clone by groping her with the hand attached to her, much to that Hinata's enjoyment. She had turned completely around in his lap and was straddling one of his legs quite passionately. Naruto then turned his focus back to the Hinata with her tongue in his mouth. As he tried to reign in control on that front, his hand began to trail down her back, its metaphorical eyes on the prize further down.

"Hey boss, I need to make this quick, bu- woah!"

The three occupants of the room could do nothing but freeze in shock and terror as they looked towards the now empty window perch. A few moments later, they heard a very clear thud accompanied by an indignant groan of pain. Naruto was too wrapped up in horror and too covered in his wife to do anything but sit there while the Hinata still on her feet moved over to look out the window. She at least had the decency to be embarrassed, if her blush had anything to say about that.

"Konohamaru? A-are you, um, alright?" She yelled down to where Konohamaru presumably lay on the ground, several stories below. Her query received an affirmation in response. "What was it you wanted to tell Naruto?"

Naruto would have liked to listen to more of that conversation, but the Hinata still on top of him decided to resume her groping-slash-dry humping. He whipped his head around to see her with smiling coquettishly in spite of the blush that had overtaken her face. He was, unfortunately, still too riled up to even consider focusing on anything other than her actions, but he was also too mortified to try to return the favor, so he returned to his neutral state of simply sitting there like part of the chair.

Before he could register anything happening, his (real?) wife returned to his side, gently smiling down at him.

"Konohamaru came to tell you that there's going to be an emergency meeting you need to attend about some supposed peace treaty violations. That's going to happen in about five minutes, so I should probably get out of your hair. I'll see you at home, okay?"

And with that, she moved back to the window and left, going on her merry way. Naruto was only dimly aware of what was happening as he turned back to the other Hinata, who met his gaze with a blatantly mischievous smile. Naruto found himself suddenly gripped with panic.

Wait-!

Before he could do, well, anything, really, his clone-wife vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Naruto completely alone in his office, with nothing but a lot of unfinished paperwork, a pressing meeting to attend, and a raging erection.

In the back of his head, though, he admitted he was very impressed by how well she pranked him off the cuff like that. It left him wondering just how much of him had actually gotten into her. Well, he knew exactly how much of him had gotten into her- No, no, no, that train of thought won't help anyone.

All he knew was that tonight, he was DEFINITELY going to be getting into her. So to speak.

Again, this is shorter than I thought it would be. Writing actually lengthy softcore porn is hard.

Let me know what you think, I guess.