capitulo 9

Himawari was a little nervous when she heard a knock at the door.

Explaining why her dad wasn't home was easy—he, after all, was the Hokage. It was simple to simply say that he was at the office and be done with it.

However, today, she was home alone. Her mother out to spend time with Sasuke...and obviously, if anyone came to call, she couldn't tell them that, lest she risk blowing the lid off the whole affair.

No, she would have to come up with an excuse, and a good one. Maybe she was out grocery shopping, or had gone to bring the old man lunch. Himawari was sure she could come up with something—she just had to hope that she wouldn't be caught in a lie.

She opened the door...and was pleasantly surprised to find none other than Sarada Uchiha there. Himawari felt elated; surely she was looking for her father, and all she had to do was direct her to his office.

Then she opened her mouth.

"I need to talk to you about something…" Sarada said. "Something that concerns my father." She leaned forward, and in a whisper added: "And your mother...and my mother...and your father...and you."

Himawari blanched. "Come in," she said, stepping to the side.

A moment later they were seated...and Himawari felt considerably less dread.

"Sasuke already knows that you know?" She breathed a sigh of relief. "God, you could have lead with that a different way."

"I know," Sarada mumbled. "Sorry."

Himawari looked at her curiously. "So what did you want to talk to me about, then?"

Sarada leaned back on the sofa, uncomfortably aware that this was the same place where Himawari, Hinata, and her other mother had gotten bent-over and fucked just the previous night.

She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"It was my dad, actually, who suggested I come talk to you…" said Sarada. "...I wanted to join. He wanted me to talk to you first, before I made a decision."

Himawari blinked. "You want to join?"

Sarada nodded, hesitant, but firm in her desire.

"Well, okay…"

Himawari wasn't exactly repulsed by the idea of a father-daughter relationship of that sort. In their world, while it was uncommon, it certainly wasn't unheard of. There was a reason so many clans managed to keep their kekkei genkai so closely held, though to be fair, in that case it was mostly cousins and not people as closely related as Sasuke and Sarada were. There were always exceptions, however.

Instead, Himawari was more annoyed by the fact that she might have even more competition for Sasuke's time—and then, it hit her that it might not be such a bad thing.

Right now, he had to split his time between she and Hinata. If you added Sarada to the mix, it might seem like a net loss in terms of how much time she spent with Sasuke...but at the same time, it was a different ball-game. Instead of it being a choice between Himawari and her more submissive and curvaceous mother, it was a choice between all three of them. Maybe, in that instance, Himawari reasoned, she would get her fair share instead of being side-lined in favor of Hinata.

"Did you have any questions?" asked Himawari. "Why did Sasuke ask you to talk to me specifically? I don't know why my mom wouldn't have sufficed."

Sarada exhaled. "Probably because…" She looked away, not quite able to meet Himawari's piercing blue gaze. "...probably because Papa knows the truth. That...if I were to be with him...that he'd be my first."

She looked over to Himawari, pushing her glasses up yet again, a nervous tic.

"Was that- was that the case with you?" she asked Himawari.

"Was I a virgin?" Himawari said. "Oh yeah. First kiss and everything."

Sarada flushed. "Well, I wouldn't go quite that far…" she mumbled. "But yeah. I'm a- I'm definitely a virgin."

Himawari smiled. "If you're going to ask me whether I regret losing it to Sasuke...then the answer is not at all."

"Not at all?"

"Not even a little," Himawari insisted. "Sasuke...is like the epitome of a well hung guy that knows how to please a woman. I honestly think I could have waited thirty years and still not have found someone as...nice and compassionate and tender as your dad is."

"Tender?" Sarada had to scoff at that—it wasn't that long ago, she remembered very clearly, that she had seen Himawari's own mom getting pressed up against a counter and fucked like an animal.

"Oh yes, he has his moments," Himawari said. "He can be...loving. In a way I don't think any other man is capable of. Sometimes I feel so safe and secure in his arms. He took the time to learn me, to separate me from my mom and your mom, to take my virginity and make sure I had an amazing time while it was happening...and since then, every time we've slept together, it's only gotten better and better." Himawari smiled. "I can honestly say that, no matter what happens, I've never regretted for a moment making that decision to sleep with Sasuke."

Sarada let her words hang in the air for a moment.

"Imagine explaining to a future boyfriend all of that," she said, smiling slightly. "That you lost your virginity to your mom's secret lover and fell head over heels for him."

Himawari laughed, hard enough that she had to clutch at her stomach.

"Let's just say that the topic of my first time is not one I plan to dwell on if I ever had to explain it to someone," Himawari said with a smile of her own. "So, what do you think?"

Sarada's smile widened. "I think I'm ready to make my decision...and honestly, there's no question about it. I want to go through with it."

Himawari reached over, patting Sarada's thigh affectionately.

"Just a word of advice: don't be scared when you black out your first time. I think that just happens with all of us."

"Black out?" Sarada said, looking suddenly worried.

Himawari smirked. "Trust me...your first time with Sasuke is going to be a bumpy ride. You're never going to look at him the same way again afterward."

Sarada swallowed. "I'll have to take your word for it."

Smoothing out the front of her outfit, Himawari stood up.

"Well, are you ready?"

Sarada looked up at her with shock. "Papa said he didn't want an answer until tomorrow…"

Himawari snickered. "I sincerely doubt your answer is going to change between then and now," she said. "And besides...there is zero chance that your 'Papa' is going to turn down an opportunity for some fresh pussy if it's handed to come. Now c'mon," she murmured, extending a hand.

Though her body was shaking, Sarada took her hand, enabling Himawari to help her to her feet.

Himawari sensed Sarada's weakness—the young woman wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly. For a moment they sat there, until Sarada stopped quivering in Himawari's embrace.

"Ready?" Himawari said into her ear.

Sarada managed to nod. "Yes."

"Then let's go."

When they got back to the Uchiha household, it was quiet. There was no obsessed moaning, no slapping of skin against skin, just the sound of running water...from two directions.

Sarada and Himawari found Hinata in the kitchen.

"What are you doing? Where's Papa?" asked Sarada.

Hinata turned toward her, smiling slightly. She was wearing a bathrobe, though it was much too big on her, and obviously a borrowed artifact from Sasuke's wardrobe.

"I'm just cleaning up after dinner," said Hinata. "Sasuke's upstairs taking a shower."

"Dinner?" Himawari groaned. "You made Sasuke dinner and you just expect me to what, eat left overs? What about me and Sarada?"

Sarada couldn't quite look her in the eye. "I uh...actually ate with them before I left to come talk to you," she admitted quietly.

"Oh come on!" Himawari whined.

"Sweetie, relax," Hinata said, her voice soft as honey. "I made plenty for everybody. There's some for you, Naruto, and Sakura in the fridge."

Himawari's eyes widened. She dashed for the refrigerator, tearing it open and beaming as she saw a wrapped up meal with her name on it, literally. She took it out, already eating it as she sat down, clearly starved.

"So," Hinata began, turning toward Sarada. "I assume you've come to a decision?"

Sarada smiled slightly.

"I decided that I want to go through with it," she said firmly.

Hinata beamed at her. "I have to admit, that's exactly what I was expecting," said Hinata, as she leaned against the kitchen counter, tugging at the sleeves of her bathrobe. "I saw the look in your eyes...it wasn't the look of somebody who was about to change their mind any time soon."

"What can I say?" Sarada had a smirk on her lips. "I'm an Uchiha—when our mind is made up, it's made up."

"Fair enough," said Hinata.

It only took Himawari a few short minutes to wolf down her dinner. When she was done, she leaned back in her chair, patting her slim belly with a fond look on her face.

"What?" she said, after a moment, noticing that Sarada and Hinata were looking at her.

"We were waiting on you," Sarada said, smirking slightly.

"Is it time?" Himawari shot to her feet, a big grin on her lips.

"You're the one who was so eager to come here in the first place," Sarada quipped. "And yeah...I think if we don't do it now, I'll never be able to bring myself to do it. So let's go for it."

Hinata put a hand on her back, rubbing it affectionately.

"Don't worry...your first time with him is going to be magnificent."

Sarada sighed. "You two keep talking it up so much...it'd better be," she murmured. "I better be floating on clouds after he's finished me with, the way you two talk about what your first time with Papa was like."

"Oh, sweetie…" Hinata offered her a sad kind of smile. "You have no idea—we're understating what it's like."

With that thought lingering in the air, the three of them made their way up the stairs. The shower was still running...though surely he knew that all three of them were there.

They idled in front of the bathroom door. Hinata turned toward Sarada, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Go to your room and put on your most appropriate clothing," she said to Sarada. "Himawari and I…" She had a sly kind of grin on her face. "...we're going to warm him up for you. After you're dressed, go into his bedroom and wait patiently. Okay?"

"Okay," Sarada said, gulping audibly.

Hinata squeezed her shoulder affectionately. Then, she let go, gesturing down the hall toward Sarada's room. The young woman tiptoed over there—with a glance back at the mother and daughter who were standing side-by-side, she slipped into her room without another word.

"She's not gonna last five minutes," Himawari said, giggling.

"Oh, don't be like that," Hinata said. "...though I think that's pushing it."

Hinata let the two of them into the bathroom.

"Hi sweetie," said Hinata, already pulling her clothes off. "Are you about done?"

"I am done," Sasuke said. "Are you two planning on joining me?"

His question was answered as the glass door was slid back, and a nude Himawari and Hinata both climbed into the shower with him.

Himawari was immediately on her knees; with just a few seconds of caressing, she had gotten him hard. Taking his length into her mouth, she moaned with glee, big blue eyes closed.

Hinata, however, took a different approach. She pushed damp curls of hair out of his eyes, smiling as she gazed into them.

"Something on your mind?" she asked gently.

Sasuke offered her something of a smile, though it most definitely was not genuine.

"My own daughter…" he said, his tone light. "Well, I never thought I'd get to this point, I'll tell you that much."

Hinata couldn't help but giggle. "Oh, Sasuke...did you ever think that I imagined we'd be at this point, either?" She leaned forward, kissing him deeply, glad that Himawari wasn't paying attention to see the moment of intimacy. "Sarada's so excited...she's practically bursting at the seams, ready to lay with you. I know it's a lot—but we both know that she's a very attractive woman, and daughter or not, I'm sure you'll have no problem enjoying yourself with her."

Sasuke sighed. "The issue was never if I'll enjoy myself," he said.

"I know," Hinata said. "I know." She kissed him again, and he returned it, sparks flying between them. "She wants it, Sasuke; she's aching for it, as badly as me, or Himawari, or Sakura are. What the two of you are going to do...it's not natural, and yet, at the same time, it is. No one who will know about it is going to blame you."

He was silent for a moment.

"Thank you," he said at last.

"No problem," she said, smiling slightly. "Now...do you feel warmed up enough?" 

Her smile turned into a grin as she looked down—for his brain may have had its misgivings, his cock certainly seemed not to share them. In just a few moments Himawari had coaxed it into a raging erection, one that she was gleefully going down on, deepthroating him and moaning around his ample length.

"Your daughter's got talent," said Sasuke, smiling genuinely. "The way she uses her tongue...I feel like I could run a train on all three of you and not even break a sweat."

"As tempting as that may be," Hinata said, brushing his hair out of his eyes yet again. "Tonight is Sarada's night."

"I know," he said. "Come on—let's quit putting it off."

She laid on her father and mother's bed, unsure of how to position herself.

Sarada had never been...promiscuous by any means. Her clothing selection was practical, not sexy. In the end, she'd had to resort to what was best.

A nice, albeit plain black pair of underwear. A warm black bathrobe that was securely fastened. That was the best she could come up with.

She heard the murmurs of conversation over the sound of running water. Part of her was tempted to listen in, yet, she didn't want to eavesdrop on them. Again. So she waited, patient, for them to wrap up and join her.

The first sign of impending doom was the shower water being turned off.

Then the bathroom door opened—she could hear them out in the hall, murmuring amongst themselves.

And finally, the door to the master bedroom was thrown open, and Sarada was left bare beneath the watchful eye of all three of them.

If they found her clothing lacking, none of them made comment on it. They simply filed in, all with towels wrapped around them. Sasuke stepped to the front of the bed; Hinata and Himawari flanked him, but stood slightly behind him, making it obvious who was in charge here.

It was quite the sight, Sarada had to admit...her father was an imposing figure at the best of times. But flanked by the mother and daughter of the Hokage, both of whom were wrapped around his finger tightly...he seemed larger than life.

"Is this your first time, Sarada?" he asked quietly, his damp hair shielding his gaze from view.

Slowly, she nodded. "Yes, Papa," she whispered.

Sasuke stared at her for a long moment. Carefully, he tilted his head to the side.

"Hinata, Himawari," he said. At the sound of their names on his lips, they jumped to attention. "I want you to help Sarada here...calm down."

"Yes, Sasuke," they said in unison.

Allowing their towels to fall to the floor, both of them sprung into action. Sarada recoiled as they leapt onto the bed, attacking from two sides...but the calm look on Sasuke's face told her that this was what he wanted to happen. She relented—and soon found herself at the mercy of both of them.

They peeled off her clothes, undoing the sash of her bathrobe, pulling it off with ease. Next came her underwear; Hinata expertly undid Sarada's bra, while Himawari practically yanked her panties off.

Now she was truly bare for all to see. She was a petite little thing, not quite as petite as her mom, but certainly not curvy like Hinata. Still, she had firm tits, a nice round ass, legs that went on for days...and of course, a gorgeous pussy that looked ungodly tight.

Naturally though, Sasuke's instructions had been to "calm her down", not simply to undress her. Hinata and Himawari sprung to action.

"Relax," Hinata whispered into Sarada's ear, as she ran her hands up and down the lovely woman's body. Himawari mirrored her actions, only on the lower half. Their touch was soft as silk, and they knew all the right places to caress...Sarada bit her lip as a hand brushed against her teat, while simultaneously a finger drew dangerously close to her slit.

In their trained hands, she was very much relaxed before long.

And with Sasuke in her line of sight—before long, she was horny. Especially with that bulge beneath his towel, which was throbbing at the sight of the three nude women curled on his bed.

"That will do," said Sasuke, after some time.

Hinata and Himawari stopped immediately. They drew back, looking to Sasuke, smiles on their lips.

Sarada didn't register that it had stopped for a moment—her mouth was agape, her skin a pinkish hue. She was aroused, greatly so, juices dribbling down her thigh. Though her glasses were slipping down the bridge of her nose, she didn't have the wherewithal to push them up.

He let the towel fall.

She gasped—for up close, God, it was a work of art. All long and big, hard and thick. It seemed a crime for it to be so free...a cock like that deserved to spend its days buried inside a nice, hot pussy.

"Papa," Sarada breathed, spreading her legs. "I want you."

The corner of his lip curled upward. His cock twitched upward as well.

He advanced. Sarada remained still, her entire body shaking with nerves.

Soon, he was positioned between her legs, a glint of lust in his eye. He palmed her thighs, spreading her legs even further apart; Hinata and Himawari scooted beside him, throwing their arms around him, leaning their heads on his shoulder, eager for a front row view of Sarada's christening.

Sasuke gripped the base of his enormous member, pressing it up against her entrance.

"Here goes nothing," he said.

And with a thrust of his hips, he'd taken her virginity.

Sarada's eyes were screwed close; her mouth was wide-open. "Papa!" she moaned, as he slid deep inside of her. "Oh, Papa...you're so big…" She breathed deep, whimpering as he continued to push. "...this is nothing like my fingers," she added in a hushed tone.

Hinata smiled. "It's unlike anything," she clarified. "Trust me—other men don't compare. I would know."

Was it cold to so callously put down Naruto in front of the woman who idolized him? Maybe...but before long, Sarada would witness Naruto being put down in much more humiliating ways. Simply acknowledging that he was inferior to Sasuke in the bedroom was nothing.

Himawari watched on with a fond smile on her face. Not too long ago it was her in Sarada's position—in utter ecstasy as her virginity, her innocence was stolen.

Had she looked so meek and pathetic when Sasuke had taken her for the first time? Probably. It was something else, sleeping with Sasuke, far beyond anything she could have done by herself as Sarada had stated. It was like having her genetic code rewritten in terms of how much it impacted her psyche...her life was divided into two neat partitions—before Sasuke and after Sasuke. Sarada was never going to be the same, not from the moment his cock had entered her.

And Himawari knew that Sarada was going to be all the happier for it.

As for Sasuke, well…

On one hand, he had just taken the virginity of his daughter, his own flesh and blood.

On the other hand...he had just taken the virginity of a gorgeous woman who had been practically begging him to fuck her.

He exhaled.

While he ought to feel that what he was doing was wrong—Sasuke found himself not caring.

If anything, he liked the wrongness of it.

Sasuke groaned, as he bottomed out inside of her endlessly tight pussy. He held her thighs firmly, jerking his hips back and forth, breathing deep as her tight little pussy lips squeezed to the point where the pleasure was unreal.

And one more thing he had to admit: hearing Sarada say "Papa…" in that horny tone of hers made him feel things he would never have imagined. Himawari's warm-up in the shower had certainly contributed, but hearing that had made him hard as diamond, there was no denying that.

Now, with the main act of taking her virginity over...Sasuke knew it was time.

Time to well and truly fuck her.

And so he began to thrust.

His hands on his daughter's slim hips, his teeth bared as he felt her tight little pussy squeeze and convulse around him…

Sasuke moaned. He threw his head back, relishing every moment of it.

"Papa," she panted, eyes rolling back into her head. "Papa...oh please, Papa, don't stop…"

"Fuck," he growled.

Hinata and Himawari were egging him on; running their hands up and down his chest, kissing him on the neck, on the shoulders. They whispered words of encouragement…

"Fuck her," said Hinata.

"Give it to her harder," encouraged Himawari.

It was testament to how deeply he had engrained himself in them that they were urging him to pound Sarada harder, deeper, better...despite all of them knowing full well that they would do anything to be in her place.

The muscles in his legs strained from the sheer force he put into each and every thrust. He was determined to properly break in Sarada's tight little cunt...an ordinary pounding would not do. No, when it came to christening a woman, taking her virginity...Sasuke liked to add a bit of flair to the proceedings.

It was what he had done with Sakura, Himawari...and even Hinata, even if he hadn't technically taken her virginity.

He was just a territorial man. And if he couldn't sink his claws into her, sink his teeth into her, really mark her as his and only his during their first time together—then he would feel unsatisfied until he had managed to accomplish exactly that.

Even if it was his own daughter.

Sasuke pulled out all the stops.

The entire bed shook from the force of his thrusts. Sarada's cries of pleasure were so intense as to make the other two women shudder. When she came for the first time...it was glorious, so incredible as if to make her glow.

But for all her strength of will, Sarada was not impervious.

Just as Hinata and Himawari had before her—her first time experiencing Sasuke's wondrous cock was simply too much.

As her orgasm began to ebb away, so did her consciousness. With a groan, she went limp.

Sasuke continued to thrust for a moment longer, but the damage was done. He patted her thigh affectionately, pulling out of her, his erect cock springing up—massive and coated in his daughter's essence.

Sarada's head lolled to the side; her eyes were closed. There was a soft, content smile on her lips...sweat dribbled down her forehead. She was out like a light, and there was no waking her, not for a little while at least.

"She put up a good fight," Hinata complimented.

"But not good enough," said Himawari.

The two girls leaned in close to Sasuke, pressing their bosoms against either side of him.

"While she's out…" murmured Himawari.

"...I hope you wouldn't mind us taking a crack at that cock?" added Hinata.

Sasuke sighed, a smile on his lips. "Do I have a choice?"

She remembered staring into his eyes as he took her.

God, the pleasure—

It had been so intense, so vivid...she could almost taste it.

Her body had been his to command; there was nothing she could have done to resist him. With that immense cock buried to the hilt inside of her, all she could do was buck her lips weakly and moan the name she called him.

"Papa."

All was black; it had been too much for her, and her body had simply short-circuited from the pleasure.

Now she was coming to...and there was moaning ringing in her ear. The bed was shaking, vibrating beneath her. Yet, quite clearly, there was no enormous cock inside of her.

Sarada calmly opened her eyes, rolling over to face the direction the noises were coming from.

The first thing she saw was Hinata...straddling her father's face, his tongue buried inside her tight little slit. Then there was Himawari, who was slung over her father's lap, impaled upon his massive cock.

They both had their heads thrown back, eyes closed, lips open as they moaned in sheer ecstasy. Tits bouncing and hips shaking; sweat coating their nude, sexy bodies.

Sarada breathed easy, watching with a soft smile on her face.

Hinata came quick—and when she did, it with a loud, animalistic moan. She dropped herself so low, for so long, that Sarada feared she was suffocating Sasuke...but when Hinata was done, she rolled off and onto her side, revealing that trademark smirk on his juice-coated lips.

Himawari bounced fiercely, her eyes crossed. "Oh god...I want your cum in me so badly," she begged, her tits bouncing with every revolution. "Oh please, Sasuke, please."

Sasuke had to chuckle.

"Maybe later," he said affectionately, hands gripping her hips and forcing her to come to a stop. She opened her eyes, staring at him as if he had just told her that he was secretly a ghost. "Our guest of honour has rejoined us."

"Huh?" Sarada blinked.

That was all it took. In the span of a moment, Himawari was tossed to the way-side and replaced with Sarada...who was blinking down at her father from atop his lap with some surprise.

With a smirk on his face, he guided her down onto his cock...and took her yet again.

She moaned. He had been planning on gently pulling her down, but all on her own, Sarada clamped up—and slammed herself all the way down to the base, taking every last inch and relishing every moment of it.     

"Ooohhh god, Papa," she purred from her perch, big black eyes wide and full of lust. 

He gripped her hips tightly, beginning to thrust upward into her with no hesitation. Before long she was moaning and gyrating, wrapped in pleasure and unable to tell up from down.

Hinata and Himawari lay to the side, entranced by it, the latter a tad disappointed that it wasn't her mounted upon their man.

"After all that…" Himawari murmured. "At least give Sarada the common courtesy of a creampie if you won't give me one."

Sarada blinked. A creampie?

Oh...right.

He was going to finish inside of her.

Her dear Papa was going to pump all of his essence into her core.

And well—

Sarada licked her lips, and now, it was not simply Sasuke thrusting up into her, for she was bouncing upon him with just as much force.

And well, she was looking forward to that delightful creampie just as much as she was sure Sasuke was looking forward to pumping it into her.

Her moans grew breathy, loud, booming. Sasuke grunted beneath her.

She came yet again, her head jerking back so roughly that her glasses went flying off—though she didn't seem to notice. A giggling Himawari retrieved them, sliding the red-rimmed spectacles back onto the girl, who whispered a quiet "Thank you."

Remarkably, she managed to keep her head together for her second orgasm atop Sasuke's massive cock. Maybe the first one had been so tremendous that she was slightly desensitized. Or maybe she was looking forward to what was to come too much to be taken out of the game so soon.

She bounced, and she bounced—his cock was so massive, pulsating dangerously inside of her. She was lost in it, unable to keep track of time or her sense of self.

All Sarada could focus on was getting her dear Papa off.

And finally, as his member throbbed one last time inside of her, she succeeded.

Hot white cum shot deep inside of her; so deep that she was stunned. She moaned as she felt his warmth blast inside of her…"Papa," she whimpered, grinding her hips against him, her face twisted up with complete and totally bliss.

Sasuke grunted and groaned, holding her close as he creampied her. It was instinctive—he needed to make sure every last drop was deposited inside of her. If he pulled out even a little, some primal part of his brain would scream in protest.

It wasn't until he was spent…

It wasn't until the last pulse of cum…

That Sasuke felt even remotely satisfied.

Sarada was out of it; knocked loopy from the pleasure with the same efficiency as if he had used a bat. She nearly fell over, but quick thinking from Hinata and Himawari stopped that. They guided her onto her back, letting her rest, the slow heave of her chest and twitching of her body showing that there was still some life in her.

"Wow," commented Himawari, as she nudged open Sarada's legs. There was a massive creampie already dribbling down her thigh. "You must have been pretty pent-up, Sasuke."

He chuckled. "You can say that," he said, leaning back, hands behind his head. He already knew what was about to happen—there was no point in pretending otherwise.

Hinata grinned; Himawari smirked. Side-by-side, they descended upon his cock, gripping it with soft hands, lapping at it with skillful tongues. Meanwhile, Sarada groaned incoherently.

Today...had been quite the day, thought Sasuke.

Predictably, once the festivities of the night were over with, they all had to shower...again.

"It's going to be cramped if we all try to fit in there," said Sasuke, the lone voice of reason.

None of them were willing to volunteer to be the odd-one out.

"Fine," Sasuke said. "Watch the elbows, though."

After a rather space-lacking shower, they stood in the living room, fully dressed.

"I have to drop off dinner with Naruto," said Hinata. "And well...I would like to come back over, but Sai and Ino are supposed to be coming over for lunch and I'd really like to tidy up the house a little before then."

"You can take the night off," Sasuke said. "Trust me, I've gotten my fill for the day."

She smiled. "Are you coming home with me, Himawari?" Hinata asked.

"No...I think I want to spend some time here," Himawari said, with a sly smile on her lips. "Don't wait up." She wrapped her arms around Sasuke, resting her head against his shoulder with a possessive glint in her eyes.

"Alright," Hinata said. "How are you feeling, Sarada?"

The young woman gave her a strained sort of grin. "Sore," Sarada admitted. "But good. Really good. Tell the Hokage I said hello, please."

"I can certainly do that," said Hinata, nodding. "Okay then—I'll see you all later."

They all said their goodnights, and then, Hinata departed off into the night, with the glow and happiness of a pregnant woman. Which, thanks to state-of-the-art ninjutsu based birth control was an impossibility, yet, Hinata still felt amazing.

It wasn't a very long trip before she was at the Hokage's office. All the guards greeted her warmly, and Naruto's secretary up and hugged her when she came to the door.

Hinata let herself inside the office, being sure to close the door behind her.

Naruto looked up from behind his desk, blinking, then smiling as he saw the meal in Hinata's hands. "How do you always know when I forget to eat?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Call it instinct," she said, grinning. "I guess you've catching up on a lot of work?"

"Oh yeah," Naruto grumbled. "Let's just say the stack of paperwork was here when I got here this morning—" In front of him was a stack about a foot high; where his hand was to denote where it had been earlier was nearly two feet higher. "I'm gonna be here all night, believe me."

"Well, take a moment and eat," insisted Hinata. "You need to keep your strength up." She walked up to his desk, sliding the plastic-wrapped meal in front of him.

"Trust me, I will." In fact, he was already unwrapping it, leaning down and sniffing it, moaning. "Oh fuck yes," he said, half-tempted to reach in with his bare hands and take a bite. "How was Sasuke's?" he asked, as he took the pair of chop-sticks she offered him.

"Wonderful," Hinata said. "Absolutely wonderful." She stared into space for a moment, grinning like mad. Then, with a shake of her head, she sat down. "So, when are you going to admit that you miss being Naruko?" Hinata smiled at him from across the desk.

Naruto sighed. "Actually…"