Naruto: Starting By Saving Mikoto

After Everything was done Mikoto finally said "Let's Clean up"

Hiro reluctantly pulled away from her breast, his lips leaving a damp trail on her skin as he looked up at her with a mixture of desire and contentment. 

"Yeah, let's clean up," he agreed, his voice still husky.

Mikoto moved to the edge of the bed, her legs feeling a bit shaky as she stood. She reached for a nearby towel, handing one to Hiro before starting to wipe herself down. 

Hiro took the towel and began to clean himself, his movements slow and deliberate, still savoring the afterglow of their intimacy.

As they cleaned up, Mikoto couldn't help but steal glances at Hiro, her heart still racing from the intensity of their connection. 

She noticed the way his muscles moved under his skin, the way his eyes lingered on her, filled with a tenderness that made her feel cherished.

Once they were done, they tossed the towels into a hamper and returned to the bed, climbing under the sheets together. 

Hiro pulled Mikoto back into his arms, and she settled against him, her head once again resting on his chest.

As the first rays of the sun began to filter through the window, Mikoto's eyes widened in surprise. "For how long did we...?" she trailed off, glancing at the light creeping into the room. "It's already morning."

Hiro smiled and reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Seems like we lost track of time," he said softly.

Mikoto nodded, but then reluctantly pulled away from his warmth. "I should make us some breakfast," she said, her voice tinged with a mixture of duty and affection.

"Right," Hiro agreed, watching as she moved toward the edge of the bed.

Mikoto stood up, the cool air brushing against her skin as she stepped away from the warmth of the blankets. She quickly reached for her clothes, getting dressed before heading toward the kitchen. 

Hiro watched her, his gaze lingering on her graceful movements as she pulled on her clothes.

Once dressed, Mikoto turned back to Hiro, who was still lying in bed, his eyes filled with a lazy satisfaction. "I'll be in the kitchen," she said, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Take your time," Hiro replied, his voice relaxed as he settled back against the pillows, enjoying the comfort of the bed for just a little while longer.

Mikoto left the bedroom and made her way to the kitchen. The early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room as she began to prepare breakfast. 

As the soft sounds of Mikoto preparing breakfast filled the air, Hiro finally decided it was time to get up. He stretched, shaking off the lingering warmth of the bed before dressing quickly.

He made his way to Pakura's room, the door slightly ajar. 

Quietly, he slipped inside, moving with a stealthy grace until he stood by the bed where she was still sleeping. 

The morning light cast a gentle glow over her as she lay curled up under the blankets, her breathing slow and steady.

Hiro crouched down beside the bed, leaning in close to her ear. "Morning, Pakura," he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

Pakura stirred, her eyes fluttering open. It took a moment for her to focus on him, her expression shifting from sleepiness to a mix of surprise and confusion. 

"Hiro...?" she mumbled, her voice heavy with the remnants of sleep.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Hiro swiftly moved, pinning her down gently but firmly on the bed. 

His hands captured hers, pressing them above her head as he hovered over her with a playful grin. "You know, it's not polite to ignore your husband in the morning," he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Pakura's eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat at the sudden proximity. 

She wasn't used to this level of intimacy yet, and her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and surprise. 

"H-Hiro, what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice laced with both confusion and a hint of indignation.

Hiro chuckled, leaning in closer until their faces were mere inches apart. 

"Just giving you a proper good morning," he murmured, his voice warm and teasing.

Before she could protest, Hiro closed the distance, capturing her lips in a quick, playful kiss. 

Pakura froze, her mind racing as she processed the sudden contact. The kiss was brief, but it left her breathless, her heart pounding in her chest.

When he finally pulled back, Hiro released her hands, sitting back on his heels with a satisfied grin. "There, now the morning feels right," he said, his tone light as he watched her reaction.

Pakura pushed herself up, her face still flushed as she glared at him, though the heat in her gaze was more from embarrassment than anger. "You're impossible," she muttered, her voice lacking any real bite.

Hiro laughed, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "You're too easy to tease," he replied, his grin widening.

Pakura huffed, trying to regain her composure. Despite the playful annoyance in her expression, there was a small, reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

"You're lucky I don't kick you out right now," she retorted, though the warmth in her voice betrayed her true feelings.

Hiro leaned in, giving her a quick, affectionate peck on the cheek before standing up. "I'll take my chances," he said with a wink. "Now come on, breakfast is waiting."

Pakura watched him go, still feeling the lingering sensation of his kiss on her lips. She sighed, shaking her head with a mix of exasperation and fondness. 

"One step at a time," she reminded herself, a small smile finally breaking through as she slowly got out of bed.