The heavy silence of the Hokage office was broken only by the sound of Temari's shallow, nervous breathing.
She bent over the side of the massive desk, her face burning a brilliant shade of crimson as she slowly closed the distance between us.
Her heart was hammering against her and her hands, usually so steady when wielding her giant iron fan, were trembling slightly as she rested them on the armrests of my chair.
As her face drifted closer, her sharp teal eyes fluttered shut, her long eyelashes brushing against her flushed cheeks.
'I have to stop him,' Temari thought frantically, her mind spinning in absolute chaos as she tilted her head awkwardly.
'If he actually goes and asks Kushina-sama how to kiss, his mom will literally drag him by his ear through the entire village.
The second-hand embarrassment alone would ruin him before he even marries. I have zero experience, but since he is asking so desperately, I have to try. I'll just give him a quick demonstration, praise his progress to boost his confidence, and get this over with.'
Even in the middle of her mounting panic, a flash of protective anger flared up in her chest.
'I swear, when Hinata comes back from her current mission, I am going to have a serious talk with her,' Temari resolved silently, her jaw tightening slightly.
'How could she say something so incredibly toxic to him? To make Naruto feel this worthless, after everything he has done for everyone, is completely unacceptable.'
I watched her through half closed eyes, keeping my body perfectly still.
Outwardly, I maintained the act of a terrified, innocent boy, letting my breath hitch and my shoulders tremble slightly as if I were frozen in pure, naive anticipation.
Inwardly, I was laughing.
The proud, stubborn Suna princess was completely in the palm of my hand.
Her fierce mental defenses were useless because she didn't even realize she was under attack.
By targeting her deep sympathy and her older sister instincts, I had bypassed her high intellect entirely.
Temari leaned in the final inch, the faint, sweet scent of desert sage and warmth washing over me just before her soft, trembling lips pressed awkwardly against mine.
Her lips made a soft, awkward smack as they finally met mine.
For a second, she remained completely frozen, her body tense as if she were waiting for me to take the lead or for the world to stop spinning.
Taking a slow, deep breath, I began to move my lips against hers.
I kept my movements intentionally slow, hesitant, and incredibly clumsy, letting my mouth slide slightly out of alignment to sell the act of a totally inexperienced novice.
I let out a soft, nervous mumble against her lips, acting as if I were terrified of doing the wrong thing.
Feeling my clumsy hesitation, Temari seemed to find a sudden burst of resolve.
She leaned her weight more heavily against my chair, her hands gripping the armrests tightly as she began to move her lips in return.
But her movements were just as awkward.
She had spent her entire life training for war, leading troops, and managing tense political borders, completely neglecting the softer aspects of life.
She pressed her mouth against mine with a blunt, uncoordinated pressure, her lips sliding clumsily as she tried to figure out the right rhythm. It was completely unrefined, completely innocent, and entirely devoid of the fierce confidence she usually projected to the world.
I let my hands rise slowly, hesitantly hovering near her shoulders before gently resting on her upper arms, feeling the tight, athletic muscle beneath her Suna mesh armor.
My touch made her gasp slightly against my mouth, her lips parting just enough for our breath to mingle in the quiet room.
Inwardly, my dark thoughts hummed with absolute satisfaction.
This fierce, untouchable kunoichi was giving away her very first kiss to me in the middle of the Hokage office, completely convinced she was performing a charity act for a broken hero.
We slowly parted, our lips separating with a soft, quiet gasp that seemed to echo in the silent office.
Temari immediately pulled back a few inches, her face completely flushed a brilliant crimson.
Her chest was heaving heavily against her low-cut neckline as she tried to regain her breath, her teal eyes wide and incredibly dazed.
She looked thoroughly shaken, her fingers still gripping the wooden armrests of my chair to keep her balance.
I didn't give her a single second to recover her composure or let her logical mind start analyzing what had just happened.
I looked up at her, making my blue eyes as wide, round, and completely clueless as possible.
I tilted my head slightly to the side, letting a sheepish, incredibly earnest expression wash over my face as if I were genuinely trying to learn a difficult new ninjutsu.
"Should I kiss you with my tongue deeper, Temari?" I asked, my voice dripping with pure, childlike innocence and complete ignorance.
"I, I heard from some of the guys at the ramen shop that's how you're supposed to kiss someone you really care about. You know how to do that, right?"
Temari's jaw dropped, her entire body freezing mid-breath as my words registered in her mind.
Her face somehow flushed an even deeper shade of dark scarlet, the heat radiating off her cheeks so intense I could practically feel it.
"W-With your... tongue?!" she stammered, her voice cracking completely.
She stared at me in absolute, utter shock.
The sheer, scandalous intimacy of the suggestion made her heart do frantic backflips.
She had barely survived a basic, clumsy press of the lips, and now the clueless hero was asking her for a deep, French kiss as if he were asking for advice on throwing a kunai.
Her mind was in complete chaos.
She didn't want to admit to me that she had absolutely no idea how to do that either, but her older sister pride and her desperate desire to "help" the sad, lonely Hokage were fighting a losing battle against her raging embarrassment.
Temari swallowed hard, trying desperately to regain some semblance of her usual authoritative composure.
She crossed her arms and tried to look like she was explaining a basic academy jutsu, though her cheeks were burning a furious red.
"Well, yes, obviously," she muttered, her voice shaking slightly despite her best efforts to sound commanding.
"It is all about muscle control, okay? You use your tongue to, you know, swirl around. It is a coordinated movement. You do not just throw it in there like a blunt weapon, Naruto. It has to be fluid."
"Ok," I replied softly, offering her a small, completely trusting nod as if her chaotic advice was the absolute truth.
I leaned forward once more, closing the gap between us.
Temari let out a shaky, hot breath, her eyes fluttering shut as she braced herself to receive the very lesson she had just fabricated.
When our lips met this time, I did not hesitate. I parted my lips slowly and pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth, tasting the sweet, warm interior of the Suna kunoichi's mouth.
Temari gasped softly at the sudden, deep intrusion, her entire body shuddering as she felt the warm, wet slide of my tongue.
Her hands instinctively flew to my shoulders, her fingers gripping the fabric of my Hokage cloak for support.
Following her own instruction, I began to swirl my tongue around hers, seeking out her soft, pink tongue.
At first, I kept the movements slow and exploratory, letting her adjust to the dizzying sensation of the embrace.
But as she began to awkwardly respond, her own tongue tangling with mine in a hesitant, uncoordinated dance, I subtly shifted the pace.
I began to swirl my tongue with hers a little more strongly than before, asserting a firm, deliberate rhythm that made her mind go completely blank.
The clumsy, innocent act was still there, but under the surface, I was taking control of the kiss, pressing her mouth open wider and drinking in her sweet gasps as she completely lost herself in the sensation.
As our tongues tangled in that deep, warm rhythm, I subtly increased the intensity of the embrace.
I began to kiss her more strongly, pressing my mouth against hers with a sudden, needy hunger that made her head spin.
My hands slid down from her upper arms, slowly tracing the curves of her waist before settling firmly on her wide, athletic hips.
Through the fabric of her Suna gear, I could feel the firm, solid muscle of her body.
Temari let out a soft, muffled moan against my lips, her knees buckling slightly as the sheer, dizzying heat of the touch surged straight to her core.
The sound of her own voice seemed to snap her back to reality.
Panicking at how deeply she was losing herself to the touch, she suddenly pulled her head back, breaking the kiss with a sharp, ragged gasp.
Her chest heaved violently as she stared down at me, her eyes wide, wild, and completely overwhelmed by the intense sensation.
I didn't give her a single second to collect her thoughts or realize how easily she had just let me handle her hips.
Instantly, the confident rhythm vanished. I let my face shift into a look of absolute panic and crushing sadness.
My eyes welled up with simulated tears as I quickly pulled my hands back, tucking them against my chest as if I had just done something horrible and expected to be hit.
"I, I'm sorry, Temari!" I choked out, my voice cracking with a perfect, pathetic vulnerability. I looked up at her with a completely broken, miserable expression, letting my lip tremble.
"Did you also hate my kiss? It, it seems Hinata was right all along. I really am just completely useless at this, ya know?"
Temari's heart practically shattered at the sight of my crestfallen face.
Seeing the great hero of the Shinobi world looking so utterly defeated and on the verge of tears completely washed away her panic, replacing it with a desperate need to comfort me.
"No, Naruto, it is not that at all!" Temari blurted out quickly, her face burning a furious shade of crimson as she waved her hands in front of her in a rare display of complete fluster.
She swallowed hard, trying to steady her ragged breathing as she looked down at my watery blue eyes.
"Your kiss was, well, it was not bad at all. In fact, you did really well. It is just, it is enough for today, okay?"
I let the panic on my face slowly melt into a look of fragile, starry eyed hope.
I looked up at her through my bangs, letting a tiny, hesitant smile touch my lips as if her words were the only thing keeping me from falling apart.
"Really?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, filled with a pure, childlike excitement. I leaned forward slightly, looking at her with absolute, trusting adoration.
"Will you teach me everyday from now on, Temari?"
Looking up at me with those wide, vulnerable blue eyes, my face practically shining with a fragile, desperate hope, I knew I had her completely trapped.
Temari stared down at my expression, her throat tightening as her maternal and sisterly instincts completely overrode her common sense.
The sheer weight of my innocence made it utterly impossible for her to say no and crush my spirits again.
She let out a long, defeated sigh, her shoulders dropping as she rubbed her temples, trying to soothe the chaotic throbbing in her head.
"Fine," Temari muttered, her voice incredibly soft but filled with a flustered, helpless surrender.
She looked away, unable to meet my intense, hopeful gaze as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I will help you. We can, we can practice like this every day until you get it right."
Inwardly, her mind scrambled to rationalize the absolute madness of the agreement she had just made.
'It is just training. Yes, that is it. Nothing else,' Temari thought to herself, desperately trying to calm her racing heart.
'It is not like we are doing anything actually scandalous. I am practically his drill instructor right now. I will whip him into shape so he doesn't embarrass himself.
I will keep helping him train until Hinata gets back from her mission, and then she and I are having a very serious talk about how she treats her future husband.'
"But remember what I said, Naruto," Temari added quickly, snapping her sharp teal eyes back to me, trying to reclaim her stern, commanding demeanor.
Her face was still highly flushed, but she pointed a warning finger at my chest.
"Not a single word of this to Shikamaru, or anyone else in the village. If anyone finds out, I will personally blow this entire office into the next forest with my fan. Do you understand?"
"I understand! Thank you so much, Temari, you're the best!" I cheered, letting a massive, bright grin split my face as I sat up straight, perfectly mimicking the overjoyed, grateful idiot she expected me to be.
Underneath that goofy, triumphant smile, my cold, calculating mind was already celebrating.
The proud princess of the Hidden Sand had just willingly signed herself up to be my personal plaything, day after day, completely unaware that she was slowly walking straight into my trap.
AN: .com/Ark_C69