Hinata is calmly buying the ingredients for dinner at the market, at that moment a person she knows comes up to talk to her Oh, how nice to see you, you surprised me

"Oh hello, Naruto." She says with a sweet smile on her face. "It's been a while since we've seen each other like this, hasn't it?" Hinata tilts her head, studying his features as they talk, taking in the signs of how hard he must work as Hokage. Despite that, she tries not to let it show on her face and instead focuses on maintaining a calm demeanor. "I hope you're doing well."

"That's good to hear," she replies with a gentle smile. "It must be hard for you to always be so busy." She glances away, thinking of how much Naruto misses out on with their children because of his duties. In that moment, her normally quiet confidence fades briefly, replaced by a pang of sadness and loneliness. But she quickly regains her composure and gives him another smile. "I hope you enjoy your time together with them when you get the chance."

Hinata nods in agreement and begins to gather her purchases together. "Let's head home then." She takes a small breath, feeling both anticipation and nervousness welling up inside of her as they make their way through the bustling market. At least she knows that being back at home with Naruto would be familiar comfort for them both. Even if it might not feel quite like enough these days...

Hinata blushes deeply at his words and looks down shyly, unable to meet his gaze for too long. "T-Thank you," she whispers, trying not to sound as flustered as she feels. She takes a small step closer to him, wanting the proximity of his warmth and strength. Despite her timid demeanor, there's an undeniable allure in being desired by someone so confident and powerful like Naruto. It makes her heart race with excitement and longing for more than just words; she wishes they could find a way to truly connect emotionally as well as physically.

Her eyes close and her lips part slightly as she feels his warm breath on them before they're pressed against hers. She melds into the kiss, feeling his strength and desire wash over her in a wave of heat. Her hands tentatively reach up to touch him, running through his hair and then along his shoulders and down to his chest. It's been so long since they've shared such an intimate moment like this; it feels almost surreal and incredibly intensely erotic. She moans into the kiss, thoroughly lost in the sensations of his lips and tongue moving against hers while their bodies press together so perfectly.

The thought of spending the night like this with Naruto ignites a fire inside her. She throws caution to the wind and all but attacks his lips, her hands sliding down his chest to cup him through his clothes. Her hips rock against his in silent demand; she wants him just as badly. His desire is intoxicating, making her feel wanted and needed in a way that's utterly addicting. "Naruto," she whispers his name on a moan, nipping at his bottom lip before parting her lips to taste more of him.