Naruto: NTR Journey!

The sweltering heat of the desert was something Naruto was sure he would never get used to.

He pressed a palm against his forehead, groaning as the sun's heat continued to beat mercilessly down on him.

If he wasn't tanned already, Uzumaki Naruto was sure that he'd be looking positively bronze by now had he been as pale as someone like… Hinata, or Sakura-chan.

Naruto was a rather good looking boy with his lightly tanned skin, though — bright blonde hair, the color of sunflowers; watery blue eyes that could be mistaken for sapphires in the darkness of a cave; and, on top of that, a rather tall and broad frame.

He was certainly a man by now, a far cry from the boy that had become a shinobi at the fresh age of twelve.

Naruto groaned. For a brief moment he fumbled helplessly, hand searching for the drink of cool soda that was on top of the table in front of him; his slippery, sweaty fingers hardly able to grip the cup.

Once he did manage to secure a grip however, he pressed the glass against his lips and drank greedily, relishing in the sweet taste that clung to his mouth even once he'd put the drink down.

A slight laugh was elicited from the person sitting opposite him.

"Feeling a little hot under the collar?" Temari said teasing, a smirk curling her lips as she sipped at her mug of tea.

"That's an understatement," Naruto grumbled. "For God's sake, how the hell does your village deal with this all year long?" His tone was exasperated, blonde spikes of hair falling in his eyes.

Temari laughed a little more. "It's not like you, you know, chose to visit Sunagakure in July," she said, that teasing tone growing a tad stronger. She shifted how she sat a little, crossing her legs.

He opened his mouth to say something — then closed it. Then opened it again. "Ugh," Naruto groaned, picking up his glass of soda and taking another long sip of it.

"Next time I come to visit Gaara, it's gonna be in December; or January. Stupid summer months…"

A sly smile curled her lips.

They were seated just outside a cafe, at a comfortable circular table — the kind with an umbrella to shroud the people underneath it.

The heat was so extreme that the umbrella only provided a tiny bit of shade, but Temari felt quite comfortable under it; actually, nearly everyone around seemed relatively content despite the temperature.

Only Naruto — unused to the climate — was sweating so profusely.

"It's probably about time we return to the tour," Temari said, taking one last sip from her glass of tea before setting the empty mug back down. "We don't have any time to waste."

"Yeah, sure," Naruto mumbled. "Just let me finish my drink."

"Fine with me," she told him.

He grabbed his cup and downed the rest of it in one go — setting it back down on the table with a refreshing gasp. "We already paid, right?" Naruto asked.

"Mhm."

"So we can just go?"

"Yup."

"Alright," Naruto said, standing up. He grimaced as he stepped from underneath the umbrella's shade. "Let's go, then."

Temari stood up as well, brushing off the front of her kimono. Naruto stared at her for a moment… swept away by her looks.

The desert beauty was the kind of woman that could take someone's breath away...curves in all the right places, sandy blonde hair, a tight black kimono draped across her body that accentuated her breasts and her wide hips… and her delightful rump.

And the best part of that last one is that Naruto was spending quite a lot of time staying directly behind her as he followed her around the village, Temari taking him to sightsee the various landmarks.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Temari said. Naruto shook his head, ears turning pink --- but then again, as he looked Temari dead in the eyes… were… were her cheeks a little red? The corner of her lip quirked upward, as if she knew exactly what he had been looking at.

"Sorry," he muttered, averting his gaze.

Temari laughed.

As she turned and began to walk, Naruto couldn't help but notice that extra sway to her hips — one that hadn't been there before.

He followed after her.

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"You know, I can't help but find it funny," Temari said.

"Find what funny?"

It was evening now — not quite dark, since it was summer and the sun stayed in the sky far longer than it would otherwise. The streets were emptying of married couples and single mothers, the former crowd being replaced with the youth and young adults that populated the village at night.

Temari turned toward him, that same smirk on her lip.

"The fact that you've been staring at my ass all day and haven't even tried to hide it. Most guys… well, they would have at least made an attempt at being subtle."

Naruto's ears turned pink once more — but… he'd been caught redhanded; and he had never been the type to try and lie his way out of a situation.

"It is a nice ass," Naruto mumbled, a feeble attempt to lighten the mood.

"Thanks. I made it myself," Temari jested. Naruto laughed — both of them leaned back in their chairs, sighing. Over the course of the day they'd worked themselves around in a big circle… they had ended up at the same cafe that they'd visited earlier; the only difference was that they were at a different table.