Naruto: NTR Journey!

Temari gave him the slightest of nods.

"Awesome," Naruto said. "I'm gonna go ahead and go, once I find my clothes and whatnot. What time do you want me to come back over?"

"Why are you assuming I want you to come back over?" Temari bit out — it was more a defensive reaction than anything.

He didn't look fazed; in fact, he was still grinning. "We both know how enjoyable the sex was for the both of us," Naruto murmured. "And honestly? I'm not sure if I'd be able to help myself. You're just so damned sexy… fuck me, but it would take everything I have to not come back here tonight and sleep with you again."

A slight blush appeared on her cheeks and she looked away. "Alright, fine, you can come over… around eight, let's say. I'll leave my spare key underneath the welcome mat."

"Sweet!" Naruto cheered. "Catch you later then, Temari," he said, stepping out of the kitchen and beginning the search for his clothes.

"See you."

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She went to the hospital, having to use some creative maneuvers to hide her limp. And she certainly wasn't able to wear those tight kimonos she loved so much — no, sweat pants were how she was forced to meander her way to the hospital.

Being who she was, a doctor was quick to see her.

"What's the problem today, Temari-sama?" the doctor asked — a bright eyed, bright haired rather short man asked.

"I have some soreness in my… thighs. And, erm, inner areas."

"Ah, I see," the doctor said, wiggling his brows slightly. "I assume you want me to keep this information… confidential?" he asked her.

"That would be nice."

"Alright," he said. There wasn't anything complicated to the healing procedure — she set up a leg on the table, he ran those healing hands from her sole to her thigh, and by the time she'd put her leg down and propped the other one up the healed one felt like new. Medicinal chakra was truly a wonderful thing.

Temari's day was off to a somewhat decent start; Naruto on the other hand…

He didn't even knock — he simply pushed the door open, grinning from ear to ear, and meandered into the Kazekage's office. "Mornin', Gaara!" Naruto called, falling into the chair opposite his redheaded friend and kicking his feet up on the table.

Predictably, it looked as if Gaara hadn't even gone home for the night. His desk was remarkably clear, though — one of the perks of chronic insomnia was getting a lot done when other people were asleep. Unfortunately there weren't many perks other then that.

"Good morning, Naruto," Gaara said. "I trust you slept well at my sister's residence?"

If anything could make the blonde hero stop in his tracks, it was that; his cheeks turned red and he sputtered at Gaara, words unable to form on his lips.

Gaara… chuckled.

"I went by your apartment last night to see if you wanted to help me with a political problem," Gaara murmured. "And, quite obviously, you were not there. I recall Temari waiting outside my office for you yesterday evening; and, with that, I also remember that the two of you spent nearly all of yesterday together, and I'm sure the two of you… 'hit it off', as I think they say."

Naruto stared at Gaara. "So- so, you're not angry or something?" the blonde asked.

"Why would I be angry?"

"Well…" Naruto drifted off. Mostly because, no, Gaara wasn't your stereotypical 'overprotective, borderline-helicopter' sibling, and he wasn't sure what other reason he'd have for Gaara to be pissed.

"I know that the two of you had sexual intercourse, Naruto. It's a perfectly natural thing, even if I find myself… somewhat ambivalent to it." Gaara cleared his throat. "Perhaps if it was another man I'd be displeased, but with you? No. I know that you would only have Temari's best interests at heart if a sort of relationship sprung up, and if one doesn't… well, I am sure the two of you had an enjoyable time regardless."

Naruto smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "I have no intention of hurting Temari in any way shape or form."

Ignoring the fact that he had already sent her to the hospital… technically. It wasn't as if he had hit her or something — he was just that well hung. It was a combination of his incredible thickness and incredible length that drove her to that incredible soreness after only taking a literal third of his cock.

Not that he, or Temari, would ever divulge those particular details to Gaara.

"I never thought you would," Gaara said. "Now, about that question I had for you last night…"

Naruto scooted forward, put his elbows on the desk, and listened intently.