Wordlust

And he loved her back with an intensity that shocked him sometimes. He learnt a lot from her. He learnt a lot about her too. Like how she never expects him to shout out his feelings from her. She expressed her love in the subtlest ways. Like brushing her fingers through his hair after a long day of work, sneakily putting in some vegetables into his home cooked ramen, whispering her love in his ears in the handful of mornings they got to share and happily accepting him into her arms at whatever godforsaken time of the night he felt the need for her.

He also learnt that she expressed her feelings with actions more than words. She would make him woolen clothes during winters and get him to drink health tonics instead of nagging him about getting sick. She would pray or meditate when she was worried or agitated about something. She would apply just a dash of his favourite perfume on the base of her neck, on the nights that she wanted to express her desire to feel his bare skin on hers. That wordless little trick always made him go crazy with need. As much as he loved her submissive side, he equally yearned for her bolder, assertive side when she let her desires known to him. He had had a few glimpses of this bold facet of her personality in their 15 months of marriage and it was just the perfect mix.

They were in Suna for the annual Kage meetup. As the next in line Hokage, he was invited with his wife to accompany the current Hokage Kakashi and his advisor Shikamaru. He had been fairly used to the confidential meetings and extravagant parties now. And he had convinced Hinata to take a leave from her hospital duties to accompany him this time.

He looked over at Hinata who stood a few metres apart chatting with Temari and Samui. The Tsuchikage was droning on about something inconsequential, and he was distracted by how pretty his wife looked in her short black dress. She was usually quite conservative in her choice of everyday clothing, but she never shied away from wearing modern figure hugging clothes for special occasions. In fact, the novelty of seeing her like that made him quite horny.

Involuntarily, his eyes kept flicking in her direction. And for a magical moment, she happened to look back at him too and gave him a slightly impish grin. Like she knew what he was thinking about. Of course, she knew. She totally knew how perverted he could be sometimes. And even that fact was a turn on for him.

Feeling oddly thirsty, he lifted his glass to gulp down the content but noticed that it was almost empty. Excusing himself, he made his way to the open bar to get himself a glass of water instead of the flowing alcohol that the servers offered. After all, he didn’t want to become too intoxicated and make a fool out of himself at this high profile party.

A small shriek made him turn to the side.

“Uzumaki Naruto!!!”, a brown haired woman walked closer to him while gasping in recognition. “It is you right??!”

“Uh… Yeah!... That’s me..”, he nodded with an awkward smile. Since the end of the war, more than four years back, he still had not gotten used to the fame and fan following.

“It’s so nice to meet you!!”, she looked positively thrilled to see him and offered her hand to greet him.

Gingerly, he shook hands with her before turning to his glass of water, hoping she would be on her way. 

After his wedding, young women in Konoha had quickly toned down the fawning and flirtations. Because they knew, and he made it abundantly clear, that Hinata was the only one for him. But instances like such still occurred every once in a while when he was travelling or they had foreign delegates over.

“I’m a huge fan of yours…”, the woman came closer than he was comfortable with, but she kept her hands to herself. “My name is Akane Yui… I’m the niece of Tokoro Futoshi!”

Naruto quickly realised that she had just named the Daimyo of the Land of Wave. He knew he had to handle this woman tactfully unless he wanted to unintentionally rile up the egoistic Daimyo.

“Ah, nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine… I had been hoping to meet you for a long time. After all, it's not everyday that I can get to see the most powerful Shinobi of our time!!...Are you, by any chance, here by yourself?”, she asked in a lower breathless tone while leaning down to show her barely there cleavage. 

He looked away from her and shook his head. “No, my wife is here with me.”, he pointed with his chin and was a little flustered to see that Hinata was looking back at him with an odd, blank expression. 

He liked to think he knew this look. He had seen it on her face a few times when they had just started dating, and he would be accosted with a flirtatious female. But with her being the definition of demureness, she never openly confronted him. And he always made sure to kiss her doubts and troubles away.

Now, her striking frosted gray eyes glanced at the woman beside him for a second before looking away, as she resumed nodding to Samui. Naruto wanted to rush to her and take his wife in his arms, but Yui was being quite persistent.

“That’s too bad. I would have loved to take you around the city sometime.”, she said coyly.

“Uh..”, he gulped his water and motioned for the bartender to refill his glass. He spoke almost disinterestedly, “I thought you said you were from the Land of Wave, not the Land of Wind….”

She giggled behind her hand and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “You’re right… I’m not familiar with Suna… But it would have been fun to explore it together, nonetheless… Don’t you think?”, she said as she brushed her hand lightly over his left bicep.

“Riiiiight.”, he frowned and stepped away from her. This woman was making him uncomfortable and there was only one way to get away from her. He looked around the packed hall and raised his arm up pretending to answer someone’s call. “Oh… I’ve been summoned… Talk to you later…Bye.”

He walked away quickly without waiting for the woman to respond back. He moved through the crowd and positioned himself right beside his wife.

Hinata looked up at him and raised an eyebrow before looking away.

“Honey…. You’re alright?”

“Sure.”, she replied without sparing even a second glance.

Naruto smirked at her and lightly elbowed her side. “You sure don’t look like it.”, he whispered discreetly to her.

“What do you mean?”, she frowned while looking at her glass of champagne.

“I mean you look a little green… with envy… “, he teased her. It was always a boost to his ego to know that his cool and collected wife could lose her composure when it came to him. Like the way, sometimes he did when he found men staring inappropriately at his wife.

“You’re sure you’re not jealous, baby?”, he prodded her some more. 

Instead of looking guilty or embarrassed like he had expected, she faced him with an even stare that gave nothing away. Rising up on her tippy toes she leaned towards his  right ear.

“Why would I be jealous, Naruto~kun? Other women can only fawn at you outwardly. But I’m the only one that gets to go down on knees and worship you in a way no one else can. Isn’t it?”, she whispered the dirty words coolly as if she was talking about the damn weather.

Well, shit. The back of his neck grew warm instantly and his pants started feeling a little tight.

“You’re looking a little red Naruto~kun!... Are you all right?”, she placed her cool palm on his hot cheeks with a teasing glint in her eyes.

Naruto stopped the closest server and slammed down both of their glasses on the tray before pulling Hinata to the nearest exit.

He learnt something new about her that night. That Uzumaki Hinata had her own quiet yet wicked way of dealing with jealousy. And he was more than okay with it!

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