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This chapter is dedicated to Logan Locke per his request... Sorry it took me so long to write it!

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Icha Icha Forum: The Orange And Pink Edition

Chapter Nine

Sakura looked around Naruto's new apartment with a satisfied smile. He had really been working hard at keeping his it clean ever since they started dating. She came up beside him and rubbed his back as he was setting the rice to simmer.

"Please can I help?"

Uh oh.

Naruto loved everything about his beautiful girlfriend. Everything. She was so smart and compassionate and clever… but she couldn't cook. Not one single bit. The very idea of her helping out in the kitchen was a recipe for trouble - no, scratch that. It was a recipe for disaster. This was the first time he had ever cooked for her in his new place and he wanted it to be perfect.

"I've got it, Sakura-chan." He pushed up his sleeves prepared to work on the meal himself. "Why don't you just relax? You do so much for me already. I want to make dinner for you."

"Because I'd like to do this with you, not just watch you."

She looked up at him, pleading with her striking green eyes. He could feel his resolve slipping.

"Okay, sure. You can puree the tomatoes in the food processor."

She pointed to the right appliance, thank God, and said, "Just put them in there and turn it on?"

"Pretty much. They're washed. Just cut the stems out first. I'll brown the meat while you're doing that."

Naruto retrieved the ground beef from the refrigerator and set it browning in the pan. As he watched it closely, Sakura dropped the last of the tomatoes in the processor and it whirred to life. Suddenly she shrieked and Naruto was hit by something cold and wet. Sakura held the cover to the food processor in her hand as tomatoes splattered everywhere.

"Oh crap!" Naruto quickly reached over and hit the off button.

Sakura cringed as she glanced down. She looked like she had been attacked at the market. "My sweater!"

"Quick. Take it off and I'll wash it. If we get it right away it should be all right."

Sakura quickly removed her gloppy red sweater that was previously pink and handed it to him. He rinsed it off in the sink, then put it in a large plastic bag.

"I'll wash up here while you're doing that, Naruto. I don't want to accidentally stain your carpet."

"Thanks. I appreciate that. How is your skirt?"

She glanced down further and found that her skirt and shorts had also been hit. "Oh no," she groaned.

"Take them off too."

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor and then pulled off her shorts. "I'm really sorry, Naruto. I didn't know the top would blow off like that. I wouldn't have started it at top speed if I knew that could happen. I probably should have started it up slowly, huh?"

"That's what all the other buttons are for, Sakura-chan. Did you lock the top before turning it on?"

"Locked it? I thought it was like a blender where you just stick the cover on and push the highest speed to puree."

He rinsed her pants and shook his head, giving her almost nude body an appreciative once-over.

She looked like she was about to cross her arms, then noticed more splatters on her feet. "Where are your paper towels?"

He pointed to the roll hanging under the cabinet next to the sink and turned off the items simmering on the stove.

"I'll clean up your kitchen while you're getting the laundry started. Okay?"

"Fine by me." Naruto removed his own orange shirt and rinsed it. When all the clothing casualties were in the plastic bag, he said, "There's more washcloths under the sink. After you get the big pieces you can use those. I think it should work good enough."

"You got it." Naruto took one last look at himself to be sure his shirt was the only thing he needed to wash, then took the bag to the laundry room. It took no time at all to toss the clothes in the washer with some detergent and start it up. A sudden image of Sakura standing in his kitchen wearing nothing but those lacey little panties and bra popped into his head. He suddenly pictured himself taking her atop the washer during the spin cycle.

He adjusted the setting to the much shorter cycle for delicates and turned it back on again—then he waited.

Sakura had cleaned up every speck of tomato juice, every seed, every peel in the kitchen, which now sparkled, and wondered why Naruto hadn't returned yet. Was he upset that she had ruined their dinner and this was his way of dealing with it? Maybe he had to take some deep breaths before he could come back—but how many deep breaths did it take?

She peered around the corner of the kitchen into the living and dining area. "Naruto?"

When there was no answer, she checked to be sure her feet were perfectly clean and padded across the carpet, calling out a little louder, "Naruto?"

Where could he have gone?

Perhaps he was waiting in the bedroom, ready to let her make it up to him. But why wasn't he answering? She tiptoed to the open door on the other side of the apartment and peeked inside. Wow, he got a new bed!

Standing proudly and facing the windows, a king size, well-elevated bed with a carved wooden headboard and footboard graced the room. The golden sheen of the wood was only interrupted by an intricate carved fire symbol. It looked so beautiful. She wanted to go in and admire it, but not until she located Naruto.

Could he have slipped out? Maybe he was still in the laundry room and couldn't hear her over the washing machine. She followed that lead and walked through the pocket door into the laundry room. Sakura yelped in surprise as someone growled, grabbed her from behind, and lifted her off her feet.

The assailant bent her over the washing machine and yanked down her panties. "Dear God!"

Naruto's laughter both relieved and infuriated her. "Naruto Uzumaki let go of me!" She struggled to turn around but couldn't. His big body pressed her against the gyrating machine. "Oh. Wait. That feels kind of good."

"Hold on to the back of the machine," he said in a low voice.

She grabbed the back panel and noted the cycle was set for delicates. Wow, a man who knows how to treat a sweater.

All thoughts flew out of her head when Naruto's erection teased the crack of her ass and he deliberately slid it up and down seductively. He unfastened her bra, then snaked his arms around her and tugged it away. Sakura moaned when his big hands gripped and massaged her bare breasts. All the while, the spin cycle was doing its thing against her clit.

"How's that vibration, sweetheart?"

"Ooooh, iiiit's niiice."

They both chuckled to hear her voice vibrate with the washing machine. Then she let out a choppy moan as his fingers strummed her breasts.

He pinched her erect nipples, then rubbed them in slow circles. "Do you want me to make love to you right here, Sakura-chan, or just get you warmed up, then take you to bed?"

"Yeeeeesss." She giggled again and Naruto slipped a finger into her channel.

"Good, you're nice and wet for me. I'll make up for the lack of foreplay later. Promise." He dipped down behind her and came up probing her entrance with his tip. Finally, he penetrated her opening and sunk his cock deep inside.

They moaned together. Naruto started pumping slowly and deliberately, thrusting in and out of her in long, even strokes. The delicious way he filled her then pulled back created a glorious natural suction and she trembled with every sensation.

"I've been dying to do this all day, Sakura."

"Yooouuu plaaanned thhiiiisss?"

He laughed. "Not on the washing machine, but I'll take you wherever and whenever I can."

They lapsed into moans and groans of pleasure, abandoning conversation, for which Sakura was grateful. She simply wanted to concentrate on how good everything felt jiggling.

Naruto must have read her mind when he sped up and ground against her. Quivering led to shivering. A deep, fulfilling climax was on the way, she just knew it. Clenching in her womb spread and intensified. She took in deep, sharp breaths as her bliss built to an incredible peak. Just as she roared into the onslaught of her climax, she shook uncontrollably and tried with only limited success to stifle a scream since the laundry room was near the front door.

Naruto grunted and jerked into her as Sakura cried out with each exhalation, finally whimpering the last of her spent intensity. He collapsed over her and thankfully she couldn't move. Had he pulled out and stood back she would have melted, boneless, onto the tile floor.

AN:

Thanks to everyone that followed/favorited/commented on the last chapter!

Ja Ne,

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