Naruto felt whole lot of softness pressed up against him.
Rei was still asleep, but her body wasn't. She shifted against him, her hips rolling back into his lap like she was trying to get even closer. The slow, unconscious grind had his brain catching up real quick.
His hand was still on her, fingers sinking into the plush curve of her ass, and for a second, he almost squeezed. Almost gave in to the heat curling in his gut, to the way she was sighing softly, pushing back like she was trying to get a reaction out of him even in her sleep.
…Shit.
A low groan rumbled from his throat before he could stop it, and yeah, that was his cue to move. He forced himself to pull his hand back, rolling onto his back to put some space between them before he did something that would make leaving a lot harder.
The air outside the blankets was way too cold, but it did the job of snapping him out of it, clearing his head. Morning light was creeping in through the curtains, barely there, but enough to tell him he didn't have much time. The room still smelled like sweat, sex, and whatever perfume Rei always wore. It clung to him, to the sheets, to everything.
Naruto slipped out of bed as carefully as he could. Rei made a soft noise at the loss of warmth, shifting a little, but she didn't wake up. He didn't let himself hesitate and padded down the hall toward the bathroom.
Cold water. He needed cold water.
He turned on the faucet, cupped his hands under the stream, and splashed it over his face. The shock cut through the haze, dragging his mind back to what actually mattered.
He counted his angles.
Gaiya. He was already in Naruto's hands, bound and locked down. The bastard had resisted at first, but after Naruto peeled through his mind like layers of old parchment, he had talked. Not everything, not yet, but enough. He had the most direct knowledge, but breaking through whatever scraps of loyalty he had left would take more time than Naruto wanted to waste.
Rei. Yeah… last night had been enlightening. She liked to act like she knew things, like she was in control, but when it came down to it? She was just another rich brat playing at being important. A daddy's girl who liked ordering people around but had no real power of her own. She didn't know shit. Maybe she was useful in other ways, but as a source of information? She was a dead end.
Aimi.
That was the only angle left.
Naruto didn't know how much she actually knew, but he did know one thing, She wanted him. She'd made that clear enough. And if that was the only leverage he had, he was gonna use it.
He stepped out of the bathroom, mind already set.
And there she was.
Leaning against the wall like she'd been waiting for him, stretching slow, arms high above her head. Her oversized shirt lifted just enough to tease smooth skin, the soft dip of her stomach, the tiny black thong sitting low on her hips.
Her eyes dragged over him, taking her time, her lips curling into something wicked.
"Morning, stranger,"
"Oh. Hey."
He was still naked, but he didn't bother covering himself.
Aimi giggled. Her eyes dipped down for a second, and when she looked back up, there was a faint dusting of pink on her cheeks.
"Something funny?"
Aimi tilted her head, that usual playful grin creeping in. "You're just… confident."
Naruto let out a low chuckle. "Should I not be?"
Her eyes dragged over him again, slower this time, like she was letting herself enjoy the view. "No complaints from me."
She took a step closer. Then another.
There was something a little different this time. She was still teasing, still playful, but there was a little bit of hesitation, like she was testing herself as much as him.
Her fingers brushed against his chest.
"I saw you yesterday," she purred, tracing slow circles over his skin. "And I couldn't wait."
"Jealous?"
Aimi let out a soft little hum, stepping in closer, pressing herself against him. "Maybe."
Her lips brushed his collarbone.
His hand slid up, fingers catching the back of her neck as he pulled her in.
Aimi gasped softly, but she didn't hesitate. She met him halfway, lips parting as their mouths finally met.
The first kiss was light, testing.
The second was deeper.
Aimi pressed onto her toes, pressing her body against his, her hands sliding over his bare skin, feeling her way up his chest, over his shoulders, before looping her arms around his neck.
Naruto kept it slow. Letting her get lost in it.
Aimi let out a soft, breathy moan against his lips as he took control, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. His tongue teased against hers and she melted.
Naruto let his hands drift lower, over the curve of her waist, the dip of her back, until his fingers finally met the full swell of her ass.
And then he squeezed.
Aimi broke the kiss with a gasp, her body jerking against his.
Naruto smirked. "That feel good?"
Aimi let out a breathless little giggle, but her face was flushed, her lips red and swollen. She licked them, then pulled him right back in, kissing him harder.
This time, she was all in.
Her hips rolled against him pressing against his growing hardness.
Naruto hummed in amusement. "Thought you said you couldn't wait."
Aimi grinned against his lips, her breathing uneven. "I did."
Her hands slid down, fingertips teasing over his stomach before trailing lower, moving toward his growing length.
Aimi sucked in a soft breath, lips parting as her fingers finally wrapped around him.
Naruto exhaled slow through his nose, watching her.
Aimi bit her lip, eyes moving up to his as she gave him a slow stroke. "You're so hard," she whispered.
Naruto just smirked. "That's your fault."
Aimi giggled, pressing her lips to his jaw.
Then she leaned up to his ear, breath warm as she whispered, "Wanna come to my room? Have a little fun?"