Hey Guys.

Been about a month. Well I'm back and hopefully this little fic helps me get my writing mojo back because I feel like I lost some of it.

Anyway hope you enjoy. Maybe you'll get the pairing before you get to the bottom. :)

Disclaimer: I do no own Naruto or any part of Naruto. If I did I think this pairing would have happened already.

Lush, purple bedsheets. Angelic giggling followed by feather light touches all over his body. Her porcelain skin sliding against his slighty darker shade. Whispered promises, so low that he had to strain to hear them. Unfamiliar sensations roaming through his body. Heat in his mouth as they shared a passionate kiss, her tongue being the first to invade the unknown territory that laid behind his lips. The wrestled among the covers, tossing and turning. She broke the contact in favor or sitting on top of him, clad in only her underclothes. A beautiful sight was what graced his eyes as he took her in fully. Strange sensations began coursing through his body.

He liked them.

His jumpsuit top was gone, tossed away when they started their endeavor. Her hands ran across the smooth yet masculine surface that was his chest. He scowled at her when she chose to pinch his nipples, not liking the touch at all. Instead of being stubborn and starting an argument(now was most certainly not the time) she giggled again. The heavenly sound brought a small smile back onto his face as he pulled her to him. It took a moment for him to discern that the round bits of flesh that were pressed into his front were her breast, after which he attempted to pull away. She stopped him, pulling him closer and shushing his almost inaudible protests.

They wound up in another tangle of tongues, pulling each others clothes off in the process. Tiny, enjoyable sparks ran through both of them as their naked bodies were once again pulled flush against each other again. A minute amount of sweat graced each of their skin, showing how nervous both were. The girl's eyes showed apprehension but he had no idea why they would. His answer came seconds later as her hand gripped him, and soon his lower half was engulfed in warmth. The low scream of the girl above him never caught his attention because of the even tighter grip she had on him, yet her hands were positioned beside his head.

The boy looked down. They were truly together. The small bit of blood worried him but he was once again shushed, this time by her lips crashing down upon his. The rest of the event went in a haze. Her pleasures screams were sure to have awakened whoever was staying near the room. It became clear again as they laid in each others arms. Her tears could be seen even with the low light that the moon cast through the window. He knew that it was not the pain of losing her innocence that brought on those tears, but the events that would inevitably happen when they both left this room. In a futile attempt to reassure her, he brought his lips past the blond locks and to her forehead. Her smile resurfaced instantly, and with it a devious yet daring look. Even though he was new at this, he knew what that meant and eagerly brought their bodies back together.

Naruto jolted awake. He rubbed the residue out of his eyes before looking to his left. The blond hair that was in his dreams was not present. A short head of pink hair greeted him, along with his wife's face. He sighed softly, careful not to wake her. The blond slipped out from under the covers and scowled as he realized his pants were stretched. He was only happy that his bubblegum haired wife was not awake or she might have questioned why he was in such a condition. Naruto adjusted himself and made his way to the balcony, grabbing his white robe on the way out.

It had to be nearly five. The sun was just behind the horizon and he was grateful that the new day had not yet started. With it paperwork always came and he was not in the mood to do such a thing. Two arms looped around him and a body softly pressed against his. He always enjoyed her scent. Her slender fingers laced together around his midsection, a clear sign that she was about to try to pull him back into the bedroom. Yet she was so different compared to the different beauty that had been haunting his dreams.

"Why are you always up so early?", She asked.

"Why do you always get up with me so early?" Naruto countered playfully.

"Cause you always wake me up when you try to get out of bed. You know you're a klutz"

"Sakura-chaaan! It's too early to be arguing."

"If you got up later it wouldn't be," Sakura answered, now beginning to pull her husband.

Naruto held onto the railing, though he knew it was futile. The last time she had broken the wood and he had to pay for it, even though she was to blame. With a fake groan he loosened his grip. They flew back toward the bed where they landed in a mass of covers. Sakura's giggles could be heard throughout the house for the rest of the morning.

It was today.

They were finally going to make it there today. It had been two years since she was promised that she'd be able to go see him. Now, she was on her toes, skipping merrily toward the village known as Konoha. The gates were even larger than she would have guessed. The girl stopped in front of them to admire the designs in the door while the proper paperwork was given to the gate guards. Her blond hair hung down near her lower back. She insisted on never cutting it in hope that he would recognize her when they arrived.

The streets were full of people. They bustled about, paying no mind to the girl and bumping into her many times. She made her way through the throng of people with some difficulty, eventually getting pushed inside a rather large ramen stand. There were too many people about to try her luck at jumping back into the swarm. She and her company turned around, meeting a waitresses intrigued stare. She whispered to an old man behind the large counter and he too began to stare. Instead of concerning herself with it, she turned back toward the now less crowded street and grabbed her company's hand. She was soon on her way toward the large tower with the fire symbol on top. He had wanted to become Hokage, that's what she was told.

The trip there was much less difficult. Her excitement vanished as soon as she took the first step on the stairs. What if he didn't recognize her? What if he wasn't a cheerful, kind man? Anxiety overwhelmed her in that brief second but determination quickly eliminated it. She was here for a reason. After two years of waiting it she was not about to turn around and go home. The blond haired girl quickly ran up the steps, losing her company in the process.

Naruto hated paperwork. It was the first thing waiting on his desk every morning and he often wondered who would be sneaking into his office to put it there. He groaned as he read over some unimportant document or another and turned it onto the opposite side. At times like these, to avoid falling asleep, he would begin to doodle on the backs of these papers. Strangely, the council never once complained about this. He chuckled as he remembered the many awkward drawing of his wife that were thrown in the left drawer. Though he had little to no skill in drawing, he still thought of them as good. However he'd never let her see another after the first beating he received for making certain features way out of proportion.

Though many people had suggested kage bunshin he knew it was of no use. All of the previous Hokages did. Sure all the work would get done, but then the massive headache if all dismissed at the same time was clearly not work it. Even with the work around of dispelling them in groups, he would still wind up with a lot of information he could do without. The secret was: stamp everything, then come back to it when the council calls a hearing. Going over of paperwork verbally was so much better, especially considering the jokes he could throw in from time to time.

As he finished another drawing of Sakura, the large double doors of his office cracked open. He could see nothing except one eye peeking through. The blond was confused as to why someone would just stand at the doors and motioned for the individual to come in. Instead the door shut loudly and footsteps could be heard running away from it. Honestly, he was beginning to grow tired of these fan girls bothering him all the time. Why the hell did he even pay the ANBU when they clearly weren't doing their job? The door creaked open again, but this time Naruto was faster. He was up in a flash and pulled the doors open, but saw nothing except an empty lobby. One thought crossed his mind.

'Where the hell is my secretary?'

A tug on the bottom of his robes caught his attention. He swept his gaze downwards and his eyes came into contact with girl who could be no older than five. Her blue eyes stared into his. Something was eerily similar about them. Her blond hair swayed a little when their gazes locked. She seemed uneasy at first but then opened her mouth to say something. Another door opening interrupted the coming sentence as an older version of the little girl walked into the lobby, her eyes a familiar shade of purple. Naruto's mouth became dry and it opened a little, recognition clear on his face. The woman greeted him with a warm smile, glad that he had remembered her. The tugging on his robes returned and he looked down. This time happiness was evident on the girl's face and her smile was a near perfect mimicry of how his was.

"Hi Daddy."

People would later talk of how the Rokudaime Hokage had been incapacitated by a young girl. Or more specifically, his daughter.

Thank You! God it's been a while. Sorry guys but I've been busy and as I stated above, I'm trying to get back into my writing mood. Well how'd you like it? I always wanted to write one of these.

Anyway if you didn't get the pairing(hope most of you did) it's Naru/Shion. Loved the movie so much but couldn't think of something to write for it.

Hopefully I will be getting back to my other stories soon. Already got a good amount of a chapter done for one of them. Oh, and this little fic I owe to inspiration and to wolvenfire, who gave me the secret to attaining inspiration. Don't look for it.

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