Okay, so lots of people asked for a sequel with Naruto playing dress up, and I couldn't resist. It was just too much fun ;)

Now please read, review and enjoy!

...

The package had arrived by mail three days ago. Naruto had kept a clone on the lookout and made sure that it intercepted the delivery before someone else got their hands on it by accident. If one of his children would see they would die of shame. Or Boruto would at least; Himawari didn't have enough understanding of such a delicate subject.

Now Naruto's little secret was stashed away beneath the floorboards on his side of the bed. Not even his wife would think to look there and that was good. It would ruin the surprise if she happened to stumble across it. And he wanted to knock her off her socks with it, so there was no room for mistakes. In order to give Hinata the full experience that he had in mind he would have to make certain that everything went according to the plan he had set up so meticulously. It was very much unlike him to put that much time and effort into sticking to regulations -he was more apt to improvise-, but he wasn't going to take any chances.

Three months ago he had been sworn into office and had assumed the position of Hokage, fulfilling his life-long dream and making all his shouting claims of days long gone a reality. One would assume that achieving your ultimate goal in life would be the most satisfying feeling one could wish for, but that wasn't the case. While great, it bleaked in comparison to finding Hinata waiting for him on the night of his inauguration, wearing nothing more than a set of lavender lingerie that made Naruto's breath catch in his throat and banished any civil thought from mind. And he had treated her most unladylike that evening, though it hadn't seemed like she minded.

Now that night was in the past and so was the feeling of exhiliaration. Naruto felt it slipping away with every day that passed and he was anxious to relive it. He had considered asking Hinata to throw on the set again that had made her look so damn appealing, but he had opted against it. Part of what had aroused him so much back then was the sheer boldness with which his wife had conducted herself. Just the surprise alone had tented his boxers. The lingerie had done the rest. And while that was all fine and dandy, asking Hinata to do it again would take away some of the magic.

So for a while all he had to go by were his memories. They were carved into his brain and he wouldn't soon forget them, but he had a habit of turning to them when it was least appropriate. Just last week he had been scared lifeless by Shikamaru entering his office just as he felt that familiar throb in his underwear. Luck was at his side though and there was no need for him to stand up and tip his desk over.

Of course these vague stills wouldn't suffice. This was something that Naruto had realised the day after receiving his present. And because he was a good husband who wanted nothing but the best for his wife, he had implimented a plan so that he could return the favor. Only it was taking so damn long to come to fruition.

Sakura, who had been of assistance when Hinata tried to find him a present, had agreed to help Naruto in his quest for the perfect way to throw Hinata for a loop. She had laughed until morning came first, but after she had wiped away the tears and most of the colour had returned to her face she had been of great value. She really had an eye for these things. Naruto had filled out the order form on the back of the catalogue that very day, but his delivery had been delayed time and time again. Well not anymore. Now that the final piece to the puzzle was here all he had to do was set his plan into motion. Now if only everything could go as he wished it to.

...

"Boruto, hurry up!" Naruto stood at the foot of the stairs, tapping his foot in impatience and listening to the sounds of chaos coming from above. He had told the little brat to get packed and ready an hour ago and now he was still running around his room, claiming that he couldn't find any of his boxershorts.

"Maybe you should try looking under your bed, where all you laundry ends up," Hinata suggested, joining her husband and smiling at him.

She had dressed in accordance with the day. Naruto had told her yesterday that they would get to spend the entire weekend alone without any children to see to. He had also suggested that she spend the day in clothes that she felt comfortable in, because when the kids were taken care of he would treat her to a fancy dinner and he wanted her to look her most stunning. In a few minutes he would leave to drop off Boruto and Himawari and she would get changed, pulling on one of the fancy dresses that had mostly been collecting dust these recent years.

Himawari was already packed and sat at the foot of the stairs with her knees pulled up to her chest, a look of boredom on her face. In a few minutes she would start whining if Boruto didn't hurry. If he took any longer than that she might just put her Byakugan to work. Either way it would speed things up.

Hinata turned to their daughter. "Are you excited to spend the weekend with Aunt Sakura?" she asked. All she got in reply was a bored nod.

"It really is nice of Sakura to take the kids in for the weekend," Hinata remarked, linking her arm into Naruto's and laying her head on his shoulder. "I can't remember the last time we had more than a few hours to ourselves."

"I do," Naruto said, grinning and nudging her with his elbow. The fierce blush that painted her face red was the exact response that he had been hoping for. Hinata hung her head to shield her features with her hair, mouthing silent prayers that Himawari wouldn't catch on. But the girl only stared at them in curiosity.

"So what's the plan for tonight again?" Hinata asked. She had been pelting Naruto with questions for days, trying to wriggle any bit of information out of him. She wasn't too big on surprises and that wasn't strange considering she was a shinobi, but it made for a real hassle. Naruto wasn't the best at keeping secrets to begin with so the past seventy-two hours had been nerve-wracking. But so far, so good.

"Well," Naruto said, lacing his fingers through hers and rubbing circles over the back of her hand with his thumb. "I'm going to take the children to Sakura's for the weekend while you get pretty. Prettier, I mean. Cause you look fine just like this, ya know. When I get back I'm going to treat you to the best dinner you ever had in your life. What happens after is-" He stopped short, realizing that there was a child sitting two feet away from him. "Bedtime. That's what happens then. Lots and lots of sleep. Oh yeah, I can't wait."

Hinata giggled into her hand while Himawari raised her eyebrows, but no questions. That was a close one. They did not have time for that particular conversation today. Trying to get through it with Boruto had taken up the better part of their evening, precious hours that they weren't going to miss tonight. Over his dead body.

"Boruto, hurry up already!" he shouted again.

"I'm almost done!" came the reply.

"Well you better put some speed behind it, or else I'm sending your sister upstairs!"

That did the trick. Boruto was downstairs with his suitcase in his hands in a matter of seconds. He still hadn't forgotten how lethal his little sister could be once her eyes turned white and Naruto used this severe dread to his advantage. If it worked, it worked.

"I'll be home in a little while," Naruto told Hinata, pressing a kiss to her cheek and shooing the children towards the front door. "You go get ready and I'll be back before you know it."

...

"Thanks again for taking care of the kids, Sakura."

Naruto watched as his children came to dominate his old friend's living room. Boruto had left his suitcase in the hallway and had made a spectacle of himself as he plopped onto the couch, lifting his feet onto the coffee table and sighing as if he had just lived through the hardest day imaginable. Naruto glared at him and he was quick to draw in his legs, but that air of belonging didn't leave him. Naruto rolled his eyes at the sight.

Himawari was a lot more sensible. The first thing she did upon entering the house was take off her shoes and bow to Sakura, thanking her for her hospitality in a fashion expected of a descendant of the Hyuuga clan. While very polite and cute as a button, Naruto hoped that she could learn a little something from her brother in the future as well as the other way around.

"Not a problem. I hardly get to see the little devils these days, so it's my pleasure," Sakura told Naruto. This made him smile; when Hinata had given birth to their son, Sakura had jumped straight into action to help wherever she could despite the fact that she herself was about ready to burst. And whenever Naruto and Hinata had needed anything Sakura had always been glad to be of assistance.

"Aunty Sakura, where's Sarada?"Himawari asked while tugging her favourite aunt by the skirt. "Is she home?"

"I think she's upstairs," Sakura replied. "You should knock first, though, cause she might be doing something a little embarrassing."

That was all the information that Himawari needed to stomp up the stairs. Her enthusiasm made Naruto laugh.

"What kind of embarrassing thing could your kid be doing?" Naruto couldn't help but ask. "Does she sing into her hairbrush like Hima does?"

Sakura chuckled. "No, it's not that," she said. She cast a quick glance at the couch to see if Boruto was still being an inconsiderate house guest and once this was confirmed she whispered "I caught her last week with one of the photos on her desk about this close to her face." She held her thumb and index finger so close to each other that the space between was all but invisible.

"Ah, a child's first crush,"Naruto sighed with a smile. "Makes me remember mine. Too bad you never gave me a try."

She laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, almost sending him through a wall. "In your dreams. Although I suppose you do deserve points for effort."

"So who's her Prince Charming? That guy who is in that new blockbuster movie that I see on all the posters?"

"Oh shut it, you know damn well that guy is meant to portray you," Sakura said.

"Hey, you can't blame a guy for being handsome."

"No, but you can punch him for it."

"Alright, alright, I get the message. So I won't have to be scared of avoiding her looks. Good to know."

"Well maybe you won't," Sakura pointed out. "but there's someone who looks an awful lot like you and he might have to stay hidden for a few months."

Naruto choked on his own breath. "You can't be serious."

"I am," Sakura said and a tiny smile curved her lips.

"Just imagine what would happen if those two ended up," Naruto mused. "It could be pretty catastrophic for external affairs."

"How come?"

"Well think about it. A child with both Uzumaki and Uchiha blood, grandchild of three of the five people responsible for saving the world at one point. Not to mention the potential to unlock both the Sharingan and the Byakugan. I'd say that it would create a shinobi superweapon just by existing."

Sakura nodded in agreement. "I guess you're right. But we're not going to stand in the way of their happiness if something does happen, you got that?"

The thought of being punched from one end of Konoha to the other was enough to sway Naruto in Sakura's favor.

"What are you guys talking about?" Boruto asked. He had stolen up on the whispering adults and had effectively scared the life out of them.

"N-Nothing," Naruto said, waving his hands frantically. "Nothing at all."

"...I don't believe you."

"It's true though," Sakura jumped in. "Your dad and I were just discussing work. I have to go on a mission next week to Suna to negotiate with the Kazekage about the next Chunin Examns. Now why don't you go upstairs and see what the girls are up to?"

"Eh.. al...right?" Boruto asked. "You think Sarada won't mind me barging in like that?"

"No, not at all," Sakura said with total conviction.

"Okay then," Boruto said. Before he left he swallowed hard, causing his father to seek out his aunt's eyes over his head. A knowing glance passed between them as Boruto pounced up the staircase. Once the boy was out of earshot Sakura asked the question that had been burning on her tongue.

"Sooooooo..." Her eyes gleamed with an impish glee. "You and Hinata got the weekend to yourselves, huh? Any special plans? Got some ideas to make the best of it? Ya got some thoughts on how to please the missus?"

"Yes, Sakura, the package was delivered," Naruto cut her off. "And I'm sure you already know what we're planning on."

"Ooooh, I knew it. You people are a perverted bunch."

"You were the one who introduced us to anything other than regular sex, ya know," Naruto pointed out. "So who's the pervert now?"

"Oh, let me have my moment," Sakura grumbled. "Listening to other people is about as much action as I get these days."

"That's pathetic," Naruto said. "Any chance Sasuke is coming back soon?"

"I pray he does," she replied. "If he doesn't I'm going to have to start peeking through people's windows."

...

When Naruto returned he found Hinata waiting for him, squeezed into a salmon-coloured dress that cut off just above her knees, her purse on the living room table and seemingly ready to go. However when Naruto told her that they wouldn't be going out for dinner she questioned him why she needed to get dolled up in the first place.

"Cause," Naruto said. "I want tonight to be special. it won't hurt if we put some extra effort into how we look, right?"

"I suppose so," she agreed. "but if we're not going out, what's the plan for dinner?"

Naruto smirked at her. "I'm going to cook."

She gave him a look that implied she found this to be a very bad idea.

"Hey now, don't shoot me down before I can even try," he said, laughing it off. "You're lucky though, I prepared most of dinner this morning so we should be good to go in thirty minutes or so."

"Are you sure I don't need to keep a fire extinguisher handy?"

"Naw." he waved her concerns away. "I'll be fine. Now I'm going to go upstairs and get dressed and after that I'm going to put the finishing touches on dinner. You just relax for a little while longer. You don't have to lift a finger tonight, I promise."

She didn't put up any further argument after that. Naruto rushed up the stairs and made sure to close the bedroom door behind him as he retrieved the package from underneath the floorboards. It was tiny and for a second he wondered just how much he would be revealing, but now wasn't the time to start doubting himself. This was sure to catch Hinata off guard and that was the entire point. He tucked the parcel under his arm and went back downstairs, speeding past Hinata and drawing the kitchen door shut before she could speak to him.

Now that he had a decent amount of privacy, Naruto let out a deep sigh to steel his nerves. There wasn't much to be done about dinner other than take it out of the freezer and put it in the oven. Kakashi, despite appearances, was actually a very skilled chef and he had showed Naruto how to put together a casserole with a flick of a wrist. It was Hinata's favourite too, broccoli and cheese with minced meat for balance. She was going to love it, Naruto was sure of it.

No, the only thing that got him nervous was the content of the wrapped package lying on the kitchen counter. The name of the store Velvet Dreams was spelled out across the paper what seemed like a hundred times over, lipstick kisses filling the spaces between. He was going to have to unwrap it and suit up. Literally.

He found himself shooting a prayer up at the sky. This better work, or else he was going to send Sakura out on so many missions that she forgot what sleep felt like.

...

Naruto was acting strange today. Hinata had come to this conclusion early in the morning. This because Naruto had gotten up before she did. Now she knew the reason why; he had been busy making preparations for dinner. Though she didn't mean to be suspicious this also struck her as off. Naruto could set the house on fire just by looking at the stove.

Not that she minded the gesture. He had taken a lot into consideration to make sure that they could have the weekend to themselves. He had made sure that the kids had a place to stay, he had postponed any missions coming her way and he had even gotten Konohamaru to fill in for him as Hokage. Of course Konohamaru had been ecstatic, so that hadn't been too big of a problem. What seemed to be his biggest hurdle was his wife.

A part of her wanted to take offense over it, but she understood that it was all meant to ensure that she had the best weekend she could dream of. He wanted to surprise her. And while sweet, Hinata did not exactly like surprises. The last one she had gotten was when she heard she was pregnant with her first child. That one she could deal with. The one before that took her to the moon ans suspended the fate of the earth by a single thread. That one was a little less pleasant.

Unfortunately for Hinata it was already too late to change anything this time around. Naruto was in the kitchen and he was, in his own words, putting on the finishing touches. Whatever he had planned, he was sure to reveal it over dinner. She could only brace herself.

Minutes ticked by and soon the half hour that he had granted himself was up. She gave it five more minutes and after that she decided to check on him. She didn't get far, though. Just as she was about to stand up the door to the kitchen opened. A clone stepped into the living room carrying plates, silverware and glasses. It made the table without speaking and lit a candle on each side. It painted a picture straight of the romance movies and for the first time Hinata found herself curious rather than doubting.

"Dinner will be served right away," the clone told her before exploding in a puff of smoke.

The door opened again and Hinata held onto herself. expecting everything between Pein coming back to life and Naruto carrying in a child that she hadn't known they were expecting. However the door only opened a few inches, adding to the dramatic reveal.

The first thing that appeared was their silver serving platter, a serving cloche on top to keep the food warm. Hinata's keen eyes noted the cuff of a toxedo attached to the arm that held it. So Naruto hadn't been joking. He had put on his best clothes as well.

Only he hadn't.

A bare arm followed the cuff and there Naruto was, standing in a set of garments that sent all the blood in her body to her head in the blink of an eye.

The boxers he was wearing had been styled to look like the front of a tuxedo, with functioning buttons and all. Naruto had cuffs wrapped around his wrists and Konoha-leaf cufflinks sparkled in the dimmed light of the living room. A suit collar adorned his neck, as well as a red bowtie.

Hinata did not know how to respond. Or maybe she did.

Of course.

She could always faint.

...

She woke up a while later, minutes or hours she couldn't be sure. When she came to she was lying on the couch with an ice pack pressed to her forehead. Hinata looked around her groggily, finding no sign of her husband and that... that thing that he had been wearing. Good. The last thing she needed now was to pass out again. If she did he was sure to rush her to the hospital and she would have to explain how she got to faint in the first place. Just think of all the stories that would do the rounds. People would think of her and Naruto as sex-crazed fetishists.

She went to rub at her eyes and felt the pieces of tissue stuck under her nose. When she removed it she noted the blood on it. Had she just done, to put it into relative terms, a 'Jiraiya'?

"Ah, good, you're up," Naruto's voice came from behind. "I hope you didn't fall too hard."

"N-No, I'll be okay, I just-" she was about to turn to him so that he could see that she was alright, but when she saw him her voice hitched in her throat. He was still wearing the lingerie.

Now she understood why Naruto had enjoyed it so much when she donned a special set of underwear. The picture that Naruto painted right now was both discombobulating as well as alluring. She was a battlefield of turmoil. She wanted to just sit here and look at him, but she wanted to do other things too.

Dirty things.

And why wouldn't she? She would honestly say that she had never been more attracted to Naruto that right now. And that was strange, considering how she had seen him knock out Toneri with a single punch, fight Madara Uchiha on equal ground and she had seen him naked. There wasn't a whole lot left to wish for. or so she thought.

While the boxers were funny in some way, Hinata felt warm just looking at Naruto as a whole. The collar and cuffs really drew the ensemble together. The first thing the eye was drawn to was a sizeable bulge behind the buttons of what portrayed itself as a tuxedo. The bowtie demanded attention too and once it had gotten it Hinata couldn't do anything but ogle the space in between.

Naruto had to stay in shape because of his profession, but no one had ever demanded him to look so chiseled, so toned, so perfect. His tan lines reflected little of the light above their heads, turning his chest and abdomen into a map of muscle contoured by shadow. As if there was more waiting in the wings. Hinata bit her lip without realizing this. When Naruto moved towards her she could feel her nose dripping once more.

"Hinata, you're bleeding again," Naruto pointed out. He handed her another tissue and she stuffed it under her nostrils to stop the flow.

"You must've fallen real hard, huh?" Naruto said. "Maybe we should go to the hospital, just to be sure."

"No!" she yelled through the clotting blood. Her voice was nasal and muted. "I'll be fine in a minute, really."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" she answered. "Look! I'm not even bleeding anymore. I'm fine." She showed him the tissue and made sure that he saw that she was no longer in need for a visit to the emergency room.

"Okay good, you had me worried there, ya know," he told her. He sat down next to her on the couch and looked at her with a casual air that only served to make him more attractive.

"I appreciate that, but I'm fine now," Hinata assured him.

"So does that mean that you are ready to eat some dinner? I put it in the oven so it's still warm."

And then the dots connected. Now Hinata understood what Naruto had been planning on. Her dearest husband had wanted to serve her dinner dressed like that to arouse something more than her regular appetite. And in case they actually would get around to eating food, she would have to look at him sitting across from her, candle flames throwing shadows over his chest and drawing her attention away from her plate.

Well that plan had worked, alright. Food was the last thing on her mind.

"Hinata?" Naruto asked. "Are you sure you're alright? I asked you if you wanted to get something to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

This puzzled the Hokage. While he could understand that she wasn't having too much of an appetite after going down like she had done, she must be getting hungry sometime. They hadn't eaten since lunch and with her fainting and everything getting some food into her was about the best idea that he could think of. It was probably malnutrition that caused her to pass out in the first place.

"C'mon, Hina-chan," he said, hoping that his nickname for her would help her see reason. "You should eat something or else you'll go down again."

"It's not food I want."

"Don't be ridiculous. Of all the times in the world to turn down food you have to do it when I'm dressed as a sexy waiter? C'mon Hina-chan, please? For me?"

Only he never found out whether or not she would eat something for his sake. Suddenly his lips were quite busy entertaining hers. Before he even got the time to counter in any way, shape, or form, Hinata was kissing him all over, getting to his lips, his chin, his jaw his neck, his everything. There was a franticness in her actions that he had only gotten to see one time before and that was when he had eaten her out on the kitchen counter. She had begged him to fuck her that day, and the memory of that was enough to test the durability of the buttons on his tuxedo boxers.

Her hands, normally so fond of toying with his hair, now went for the bowtie around his neck, pulling at it with impatience. He guided his own to the back of his neck so he could undo the collar, but she slapped them away.

"No, leave it. Leave all of it," she groaned against his lips. Naruto was happy to oblige.

Sloppy kisses were exchanged and soon he had unzipped her dress, bringing it down to her midriff. As it turned out she also had a surprise waiting for him.

"I had heard of a saying years ago," Naruto chuckled, cupping his wife's full bosom into his hands. "I think it was 'if they're flawless, you can go bra-less'. I'd say this proves that theory."

Hinata laughed and watched him as he toyed with her nipples, sucking in her breath every now and then. "You really spent yoo much time with Jiraiya-sama those years you were gone," she said.

"Hey, I was a pervert to begin with, I suppose. He just taught me the ropes."

She kissed him and giggled. "Did he also teach you what to do when your wife takes control out of the blue?"

"I don-"

She jerked him by his collar and he kept quiet like a good boy. So Hinata was the boss tonight. He could live with that. That gave him all the more opportunity to enjoy the sight of her and experience the ride. he watched her as she stepped away from the couch to drop her dress to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her panties. He wanted to make a remark about them, but she stepped out of them before he could, laughing as she hooked them behind her thumb and shot them at him like a rubber band.

They clashed again and now Naruto could really see her impatience. They really had to thank Sakura for introducing them to the countless possibilities that sex had to offer. To think that a while ago all they did was do the do the way one is expected to. How boring that was. But better late than never.

Her tongue was shoved into his mouth without any grace. Naruto loved it. Hinata's slender fingers walked the crevices of his belly and landed on his boxers, wasting no time undoing the buttons. With her free hand she repeated the trick from when she had been the one dressed like a birthday present. Slashed lines appeared wherever she could dig her nails into his flesh. When she tore open the skin below his collarbones, every hair on his body set itself on its end, making him shudder.

Just as she pulled his manhood free from its prison, Naruto slipped a finger inside her and found her dripping wet. A moan escaped her despite their play of tongues. He felt like teasing her over this enthusiasm -after all, this level of arousal right off the bat was still new to the both of them-, but when she began a tender stroking motion all words befell him.

Time became a blur and reality ceased to exist. Neither of them could keep track of how long they had been kissing, feeling, leaning into one another. There was no thought involved in their actions anymore. Hinata did not understand where the nerve of it all came from, but at one point she hooked her leg behind Naruto's, sending the both of them tumbling to the floor and landing in a heap of limbs.

Hinata arose from this mountain of flesh and straddled Naruto with her hips, feeling his hardness betweem her thighs and poking at her entrance. Getting it to do what she wanted was easy enough; she was so horny that she could see the sparks flying behing her eyes.

And just like that Naruto was inside of her, giving her a feeling of completion that she could find in no other way. She watched him lean onto his elbows for purchase and once she was sure that she wouldn't knock him over she lifted her hips, saying goodbye to that completing sensation for the shortest of times, then brought them down again. Her head went into her neck and a cry erupted from her. It goaded her into another sway of her pelvis and when Naruto moaned beneath her she took it as an incentive to go for broke.

Hinata upped her pace and soon found a speed with which she was comfortable. The regularity of Naruto's cock brushing against her walls made the edges of her vision fade into blackness. Somewhere along the ride his hands joined the game, playing with her breasts and shoulders and belly and hair. Naruto encompassed her entire world now, leaving nothing else but him and him alone.

He was still wearing the collar and bowtie. She realized this mid-sway and felt the giggles coming up. Good giggles, but still they were dangerous; she didn't want to kill the mood. So she did what her gut told her to do; she yanked Naruto up and leveled their faces, wrapping her legs behind him and hugging him close. Though not the most functional of positions, the closeness of it made her feel like melting right into her husband.

He kissed her and made her see stars. His fingers dug into her rear as he helped her lift her hips, Hinata scraping his shoulderblades for some semblance of grip. Moans became louder and breathing became more ragged. Both were fast approaching a climax, this one more intense than any other in recent memory. And when the release came there was no sound to be heard at all, robbed from the both of them like air from a dying man.

Spent for now, Hinata laid her forehead against Naruto's, finding his eyes and ignoring the dripping sensation that was starting to make her thighs sticky. She stuck her lips to his in a kiss that was softer than anything that had passed between them that night. And then she sighed, content.

Naruto was quite pleased with himself. After a little scare his surprise had turned out for the better. Once again Sakura would have his gratitude. But that would come later. There were other things they had to do first. Like have sex again.

And again.

And again.

But first things first. Naruto didn't even have to say it; Hinata did it for him.

"So how about dinner?" she asked, laughing.

"Still in the oven, still warm. And don't worry, I kept it on as low as possible, so the kitchen won't be on fire."

"Good," Hinata said. "Cause now I want to see you put you waiter's uniform to work."

Naruto raised his eyebrows and smirked. "So I'm not allowed to take it off?"

"Not until I say so, no."

"That's fine, but I expect a twenty percent minimum tip."

She kissed him and smiled. "I'll see what I can do."

...

Sakura wanted to curse herself. Naruto and Hinata had trusted her with their children without a second thought and of course she had to go and forget half of what she needed to put dinner on the table. So after asking the kids to please not destroy the house she had bolted out the door to get groceries. All the regular stores were closed and of course she had to go to Tsunade's night shop. And despite how much Sakura adored and respected her old sensei, that money-grubbing bitch sure knew how to exploit the scatter-brained.

When she passed the house of the Hokage and his wife something stopped her in her tracks. She hadn't been joking with Naruto earlier that day. Poor Sakura really was feeling her libido as of late and it was almost unbearable to not have Sasuke around to release some of this pent up frustration. Of course she had hands and she could use them to lighten the pressure even for a little bit, but that simply didn't cut it.

So was it so wrong of her that this urge passed over her to sneak a peek? Probably, but did she care? Not at all. If anything she could always use the whole 'I-saved-the-world' shtick to justify whatever she did wrong. So yeah, she was going to have a look. Just a little one.

Knowing full well how ridiculous she looked Sakura pressed close to the side of the house, walking her fingers along the windowsill and peering over the edge. What she saw disappointed her greatly.

Hinata was lying on the couch and sleeping. There was an small trickle of blood dripping from her nose. So Naruto had fucked up. Of course he had.

And where was that orange-clad idiot anyway? Surely Sakura had not gone through all that trouble of helping him only for him to toss it all out the window before things even got started? Was he lounging around the house while his wife was lying on the couch, possibly with a concussion?

As it turned out, no, he wasn't. Just as Sakura was about to stomp down the door and curse his hide the kitchen door opened. Sakura ducked low to avoid being spotted and waited a second or two before she looked back. She felt her face flare up in a matter of seconds.

Naruto was wearing the lingerie she had helped him pick out. And nothing more.

Sakura couldn't recall ever having seen Naruto this exposed. She wasn't even sure if she had ever seen him without a shirt on. And perhaps that was a good thing, because if he had always looked like this she might have snagged him away from under Hinata's nose. Goddamn, the man was hot. So muscly and ripped and cut. She swiped the back of her hand over her lips, just in case she was drooling.

Then it hit her; she was supposed do groceries. And as much as it pained her, she was going to have to put some speed behind it, or else Tsunade might add another after hours fee.

So she did her shopping like a sensible mother and did so in record time. Because now there was incentive.

On the way back she couldn't refrain another quick glance inside. If Naruto was still wearing the get-up, things might still happen.

What she didn't expect was for things to be in full swing. Never, ever, ever could she have dreamt that she would spy Hinata grabbing at Naruto's cock -"Damn Naruto, body of a god and the dick of one too?'-, but once she did see it she found it entrancing. Hinata was one lucky bitch for landing herself a husband who was actually home sometimes.

She kept watching until the moment suprême, finding satisfaction in the thought that at least someone was getting some.

Maybe she should ask Hinata if she could borrow Naruto, if only for one time. Or at least if she could participate. She thought she deserved it; had she not brought new heat to a sex life that neither of them had known was growing rusty? That warranted some reward in her opinion.

Ignoring the fact that she was fantasizing about a threesome with two of her closest friends Sakura walked on home. Maybe one day she would show up at their door in nothing but a pink thong to match her hair. If it didn't sway them at least it would bring Sasuke to her side from whatever part of the world he may be in now.

It would be a win-win.

And when she heard the moans coming from inside she smirked.

She really was the best at picking presents.