Tsunade stood on the veranda, arms crossed over her silk robe, the moonlight dancing across her golden hair. Her posture was as proud as ever—but her eyes…
They were tired.
Not from lack of strength.
But from carrying too much for too long.
Naruto approached softly.
No noise.
Just presence.
He stopped beside her, close, but not touching.
"You haven't asked for anything," he said quietly.
Tsunade didn't look at him.
"I've had more than most deserve."
"That's not the same as getting what you want."
She turned.
Their eyes met.
And the silence between them became everything.
She stepped back into the bedroom, loosening her robe as she walked.
Naruto followed, closing the doors behind them.
She stood at the edge of the bed and let her robe fall.
Her breasts, full and heavy, rose with her breath.
Her hips, strong from years of battle, now trembled slightly.
"Don't rush me," she whispered.
Naruto nodded, stripping slowly.
"I won't."
He touched her shoulders first.
Then her collarbone.
Then down to her hips, his fingers spreading warm chakra in small, healing pulses.
Tsunade inhaled sharply.
"You're treating me like I'm fragile."
"I'm treating you like you've never been held properly."
He kissed her neck.
Her chest.
Her scars.
And when he kissed lower, she didn't stop him.
Not this time.
Naruto's mouth worshipped her folds with the patience of a man who wanted her to break apart gently.
Her fingers dug into his hair.
Her voice cracked.
"Don't stop."
He didn't.
Not until she came—shaking, gasping, lips parted, no control.
And even then?
He kissed her thighs like they were sacred.
When he entered her, it wasn't forceful.
It was inevitable.
Like water meeting its basin.
Like trust, finally answered.
She wrapped her legs around him.
Let him move inside her slowly.
And whispered:
"I forgot what this felt like."
Naruto kissed her.
And whispered back:
"I didn't."
They made love in silence.
No begging.
No screaming.
Just breath.
And the sound of one woman finally letting go.
When she came, her eyes were wet.
When he did, he buried his face in her neck and let himself shake.
And when they curled around each other in the dark, she said the softest thing he'd ever heard from her lips:
"I wish it had been you… all along."